I first met my husband to be when I was young, he is 8 years older than me. He was my first man that I had sex with. Our first child came pretty quickly, just 11 months after our first date. Like any couple at first we made love all the time. This quickly dwindled during my pregnancy, though I did partake in blowjobs. Which my future husband seemed to prefer, mainly due to my skill of taking his cock all the way in my mouth. Which at the time I thought was normal and any woman could do. But I had what is called a "no gag reflex", which I didn't find out till later on. He wasn't the biggest anyway, just 5 inches (yes I measured) which I would now say after many, many cocks is an average size. If I go on too much do please let me know, I'm new to this so it's a learning curve.
Two years later No 2 child came along, and the No3 a further two years on, now during this time we got married, full church works and wedding do after, no honeymoon though because of the children. By this time my breasts seemed to have got bigger and my hips wider, which I noticed got a lot of looks in our local supermarket which sort of turned me on, these strangers leering at me. I am not a model looks wise, very plain, on the side of not very attractive at all but I have always had a good figure and still do. After 3 children I sort of lost interest in making love to my husband, I masturbated to get my relief, but he just wasn't doing anything for me anymore. Sex was mundane and repetitive, it lost it's spark. We tried different things, but something was missing, the excitement, the lust, something anyway.
So here I was 21 years old, had sex with only one man and thinking is this it? So I thought I would start having some me time, going out with some of the girls I used to know from my very brief work in a hosiery factory. So this is now the beginning of everything that changed for me, and hopefully you will enjoy my journey.
The first "girls" night out fast approached, altogether there were 4 of us, me being the youngest at 21 by quite some, Jane was in her 30's, Julie and Ruth both in their 40's, all married like me. This was May 1992 by the way, still some months away from my 22nd Birthday. It was agreed that we would go swimming and then on to a restaurant for a curry. Tom (my husband, not his real name) would be looking after our 3 kids. He wasn't too keen on me going out with the girls. Complaining that girls together means trouble. I assured him it was just a social evening to get a break away from being a mother for the night. Which reluctantly he agreed I needed some "me" time.
Since having my kids my breasts have gone from a 34b to a 34e (back to c theses days). So I had to get new bras to fit my quite large tits. Unfortunately getting a new swimming costume didn't even cross my mind. So being me, I put it on to save time getting changed into my costume at the pool. It was a all in one not a bikini. But because my tits were larger, there was a lot of side boob showing. But it was too late now. I put on a white blouse, black knee length skirt, the sort with a slit in and pulled on some hold up stockings, I nearly always wear stockings even now. Some knee length boots. Jane picked me up in her car, I couldn't drive yet, was having lessons but that wasn't going to well!!
All was well, until I got undressed,and leaving my cubicle walking to the pool. Ruth burst out laughing which made everyone look round in the communal changing room, "your left tit is hanging out." She practically shouted. I quickly squeezed it back into the confines of my costume. But not before giving an eyeful to a rather dishy guy in a shirt and tie, he grinned and winked at me.
Luckily the rest of the swim went without incident, except for the dishy guy who was wondering about all the time, who kept looking at me and grinning. we got out the pool and got our towels and went to the shower area, we all crammed in the family shower room, and all the girls were naked under the showers before I knew it. I noticed that all three of them had shaven cunts. then there was me, taking off my costume to reveal a big hairy bush, unkempt and very ginger. "Bloody hell Barb, you got any birds in that bush?" Jane piped up. I sort of smiled. "No wonder Tom doesn't get lost down there" they all laughed. "Well, that manager guy couldn't take his eyes off our Barb tonight" Ruth added. The teasing continued till we went back to our cubicles to get dressed.
That was when I realized that I didn't put my underwear in my bag, dam idiot I thought. My blouse was very thin, practically see through in fact. When I put it on you could clearly see my dark nipples, which against my wish were rock hard and pointy. Shit, shit and no coat to hide the view. I put my stockings on, and got the rest of my things on. Which was just my skirt and boots.
I did my hair, which took a while, and by the time I emerged from the cubicle, the girls were waiting for me and talking to the dishy guy. His eyes went straight to my tits, I could of sworn I saw his crotch twitch. "Change of plan Barb, Simon here is taking us down the pub for a drink, you don't mind do you?"
