I've been married to my husband Jeff for 12 years now. It has been a typical marriage, we have three kids, a house, two cars, blah, blah, blah.. Even our sex life is right there where it probably should be.
While I'm sure I make it all sound fairly boring, I really have been happy with how my life has turned out and happy with my marriage. I've never actually considered cheating on Jeff or doing anything that would even be considered close.
Two or three times a year, three of my best girlfriends and I go out for a girls' night out. We usually get a hotel room near our destination since we know we will be drinking and staying out late. These nights are always so much fun.. We drink, dance, gossip, and just basically act like 21 year old college girls again before going back to the hotel, sleeping til the last minute, checking out, and going home. I like to think of myself as still pretty sexy for a mid 30s mom, 5-05, 135lbs, brown hair and eyes, and 34D breasts. I hae added a couple curves, but still turn a few heads. These girls nights let me show it off a little as I usually wear my black dress that is probably a size too small and cut a little lower than it should be.
This last girls' night though got a little interesting. It started off like normal, getting to a club, taking a few 'build up some courage' shots of tequila, then hitting the dance floor.
A few drinks later, and the next thing I know, I'm slowly opening my eyes back in the hotel room. Things are a little foggy, memories are starting to come back and I definitely can tell that I'm not alone in bed.
