My name is Lynn. I am 35, 5'2, brunette, 38-28-36, married with two kids and until recently have only had sex with my husband.
My friend Denise and I have recently been on a weight-watchers course and whilst my figure and weight have slimmed down far better than I had hoped, poor Denise is no better than she was at the start. It is quite embarrassing at times when people stop us and tell me how fantastic I look.
Her husband Kelvin has also paid me a lot of nice compliments which is nice of him, but it must destroy Denise's self esteem even more.
They are both slightly older than me and haven't really been getting on for a while now. As I often look after their son after school once or twice a week, one of them always comes round to collect him and we have a good chat. I get on well with both of them and found that Kelvin increasingly confided in me to the same level that Denise has always done. Although Kelvin is slightly younger and fitter than my husband, who I love very much, I have not really looked on him as anything other than a friend, but have noticed that his eyes often wander as we are talking.
My husband has also mentioned that now that I have got my figure back our male neighbors and friends will be keen to chat to me especially when I am not wearing a bra, and I tell him off for teasing me.
I only occasionally go braless when I expect to be in the house alone or when the weather is very hot although when I thought about it I do admit that Kelvin and our neighbors teenage son do seem to hang around longer when I am not wearing a bra.
I suppose it doesn't take much working out to figure that I am not wearing one especially if we are talking in the doorway and the cooler air begins to affect my nipples.
I have often thought "shit, I shouldn't have done that," as I have thoughtlessly bent down with or without a bra on to pick something up off the floor, or done something like fasten a kids shoelace or wipe their nose, and then realise that I must have given a good flash to whoever I had been talking to.
In a way it is a compliment that someone likes my personality and admires my figure enough to spend time talking to me and I appreciate the chance of conversation in an often boring day.
We occasionally went out in a foursome for an evening meal with Kelvin and Denise when we could co-ordinate sending our kids to our respective parents. It was coming up to Kelvin's birthday and we all decided to go out for a meal. He booked a table at a nice restaurant that we all liked but as the day approached, Denise became ill.
Apparently Kelvin suggested we cancel but as we had all made arrangements for the kids Denise suggested the three of us still went and she could have some peace and quiet on her own in bed, if we didn't mind.
This was fine by us and Kelvin said he would pick us up even though I offered to drive so both the men could have a drink.
"No, it's OK, I had better not enjoy myself too much if I have got to nurse the patient when I get back," Kelvin said jokingly.
We got ready and just before Kelvin was due to pick us up the phone rang. It was my husbands office, they were having a problem and wondered if he could come in and help.
"Surely they can manage without you for just one night?" I said, not believing my husband was actually considering going in.
He looked pensive and then said "Hmmm, but if they cant fix it, it will be a big problem tomorrow and then I'll get slated as I'm probably the best person to work out what's gone wrong."
We continued the conversation as Kelvin arrived and he awkwardly stood by waiting to see what was going to happen. I felt awful for Kelvin as first his wife had dropped out and I could tell my husband was worrying about work.
To try and make Kelvin feel better I said "we can't let Kelvin down on his birthday."
To which my husband shocked me by replying "what if you two go and I try and join you if I can sort the problem out in time."
Before I could say anything Kelvin added "that's OK with me, if it is OK with you two, it seems a shame we've got rid of the kids and no-one is going to benefit."
They both looked at me for a reaction. I thought, well I am all dressed up ready to go, I feel great fitting into a dress I had previously grown out of, my sexy underwear making me feel 10 years younger and my husband having already complimented me on my looks and make-up, so what the hell, I was going out and that was that. But I didn't say so in those words.
We set off, going different directions as we got to the end of our street. We arrived at the restaurant and Kelvin explained that it was now a table for two rather than four.
As we sat down he thanked me for not completely ruining his birthday and then told me how fantastic I looked.
I was wearing a red dress that exposed a hint of cleavage, black stockings and black stilettos and handbag. I wore my favourite perfume and favourite deep red lipstick which I saved for special occasions.
I complained about my husband putting work before pleasure, before starting to settle down and enjoy the evening.
The food was lovely and because Kelvin was driving he made sure my glass was always topped up instead of his. We talked about all sorts of things, and this was better than the long silences when me and my husband go out on our own.
After coffee we set off for home and Kelvin slipped his arm round my waist as we walked to the car. He kindly opened the door for me and we exchanged kisses on the cheek as I thanked him for being a gentleman.
We talked as we drove home and both agreed that we had had a good time despite there only being two of us.
When we got home Kelvin again opened the car door for me and walked with me to the house, following me inside to find the house as we had left it, curtains drawn, sidelights on, but with the red light flashing on the answer-phone.
I pressed the speaker button and it was my workaholic husband saying it would be after midnight before he would be finished, sorry.
It was just coming up to 11.00 and I said "great, that means I will have to stay up until he gets home as he didn't take his keys."
With that Kelvin put his hands on my waist and said "never mind, think about where you'd like him to take you to make up for letting you down."
I said "I'm sorry if it's spoilt your birthday."
"It's Ok," Kelvin said, "in fact this has been the best birthday I've had in years."
We both smiled and then Kelvin added "really, I have really enjoyed it, just being with you, and if you want to know the truth, and don't tell on me for this, I'd prefer to be alone with you any day of the week."
"Kelvin!" I exclaimed.
He smiled back, and then slowly moved his face towards mine. Guessing what he was going to do next I failed to think of anything to prevent it and our lips met. He put his arms round my back pulling me closer to him, my breasts crushing against his chest.
He attempted a second kiss but I stopped and said "Kelvin, no."
His strong arms were still around me as he looked at me and went to kiss me again. I felt powerless to resist as we kissed again, and Kelvin's hands began to roam my body, feeling my back and then my bottom and upper thighs, stroking the outline of my suspenders on the outsides of my legs.
"Sorry, I'm getting carried away because it's my birthday. I should have realised you want to see the back of me," Kelvin said as I broke our kiss.
"That's not true," I replied.
To which he responded "Oh I see, just that you'll tell on me if I kiss you again, is that it."
"Nooo," I pleaded, half looking away, not wanting anything else to happen but at the same time pleased that Kelvin found me attractive.
Kelvin pulled me gently towards him again, again crushing my breasts into his chest as he kissed me again and this time kept it going for longer.
I put my hands onto his shoulders as he began to feel my body again, his height advantage making me lean back slightly as he held me tightly. I was on the verge of stopping when I noticed something hard growing between us, as his erection grew and pressed into my stomach.
"Kelvin stop," I interrupted, realising things were getting out of hand.
"Don't you like me," he said.
"We're married," I replied.
"And our partners aren't interested in us tonight," he countered.
"That doesn't mean we can do this," I replied.
"Well I'm not going to tell, so unless you are then no-one's ever going to know," he continued.
"That doesn't make it OK," I persisted, although I realised I was making no effort to break free from his grasp.
"It does if we like each other and trust each other, and privately want to share some affection. I know I like and trust you," he calmly argued.
"Kelvin!" I said, not saying if I agreed or disagreed.
He kissed me again, and it went into another long kiss. The sensation of another man kissing me passionately was shocking and yet at the same time exciting.
Kelvin moved me a few steps towards our sofa and then stopped and whispered "shall we go upstairs."
"No, we cant," I quickly pleaded, his intentions towards me now obvious.
He appeared to accept that and said "you're gorgeous," and gently began kissing me again as he moved his hands up to my side.
Without warning he completely surprised me by moving his hands to the sides of my breasts and moved his thumbs across both my breasts.
"Kelvin!" I gasped under our kissing, in a way hoping he would stop but in another way hoping he wouldn't.
