I have been happily married to my husband for 6 years, and in that time I had never even looked at another man, never mind sleep with one. However, all that changed after a drunken night out with the girls.
We had been out clubbing, it was getting late and I was about to call my husband to come and pick me up, when Joanne suggested that we all head back to her student flat for a few more drinks. I wasn't that drunk and could probably last another hour or so, so I rang my husband, told him I was going to Joanne's and not to wait up as I would get a taxi home.
When we got there, Joanne's flat mates were still up. I had met them before, apart from Stuart, and extremely good-looking 22 year old rugby player from Belfast. Joanne handed out some more drinks and I soon got talking to Stuart. I was wearing a very short skirt, and I naughtily crossed my legs so that he could see my skimpy white knickers. I could tell he liked what he saw by the bulge in his trousers. Things were going well until he placed his hand on my leg and started to move it slowly and gently up my thigh. I suddenly realised what was happening and got up to leave. I looked around and saw each of the girls making out with the blokes, in various states of undress. One of the blokes had his hand up Joanne's skirt, whilst at the same time kissing and fondling her ample breasts. She was making no attempt to hide her pleasure as she moaned softly at his touch.