My name is Narmin, I am originally from Baku, Azerbaijan currently living in Brooklyn. We immigrated 11 years ago and found a new life here in U.S.
I am a skinny woman aged 33. I have black hair, normal size breasts and a nice round ass (According to my husband). I attract a fair amount of attention from men but I am married and have a 4 year old daughter. This means I only enjoy occasional looks towards my way and some chit chats here and there with other men, nothing more. My husband is a chubby guy with very conservative views. He even has limits in bedroom and we only strictly do missionary style sex that lasts no more than 5 minutes. (I can't believe I am writing about this).
Recently my therapist suggested that I write down some life events that have been bothering me for a while. I did something that resulted in deep regret and I blame myself for not making a rational decision. I found this website where I can write about my experience and get over it.
English is not my first language and I am not a writer, so I apologize for a bad grammar and writing style in advance.
Three months ago my friend, Leyla, asked me if I wanted to travel with her and get away from kids and family to relax. We were thinking about Mexico or Cuba but eventually we decided not to leave the country and have a 5 day vacation in Vegas. We found the tickets reserved a hotel room in The Venetia Resort. But we still didn't know if we could go as we didn't ask if both our husbands were ok with it. We were planning to ask them when Leyla and Elchin (her husband) will visit us for dinner next Friday.
Luckily after a long conversation over drinks they agreed to let us go for no more than 5 days. We were very happy, so we started preparing for our trip. We landed in Las Vegas after two weeks and headed to our hotel.
That night we went to Tao Nightclub where some famous DJs were playing. Initially I was wearing some jeans and t-shirt but Leyla told me that nobody goes to a club like that and gave me one of her dresses with a very short skirt. I couldn't remember myself wearing such a short dress that also revealed most of my breasts.
After a few drinks we started dancing. It was a lot of fun and we loved the experience. When we were dancing two guys approached us and started dancing with them. Leyla, who is much hotter than me (big breasts, blonde colored hair, nice bottom) started dancing with a muscular and tall guy. I tried to avoid dancing with the other one but he kept insisting so I told him that I am married and I am going to just dance, nothing more. He was skinny but good looking and I thought we would just dance and have a good time, after all that's what clubs are for, dancing.
He was touching me a lot and pushing his penis against me when I was turning around during the dance. I was feeling shame and discomfort but I liked it a lot as that never happened to me before, especially during the time I am married.
I was avoiding eye contact and trying to position myself in a way that he doesn't touch me a lot but was managing to occasionally touch my ass and belly.
During the dance Leyla and his dance partner came to us and told us that they wanted to go to their room to have drinks and relax a bit before coming back and they said we should all go up. I couldn't even think what to say before everyone started moving towards the exit so I just went with them.
It was a big room with two separate bedrooms and a nice bar area. Guys told us that they are from London. Leyla's dance partner's name was Kelvin and mine was Oscar.