I clambered into the front seat of my car. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible. I could barely look at my sister Julie when she slid in to the passenger seat alongside me.
"Are you okay to drive?" she asked.
"Yes, yes I'm fine," I replied a little snappily. I wasn't really. I'd had far too much to drink and shouldn't have been anywhere near a car let alone drive one. But I needed to get home.
Fifteen minutes later and we arrived at Julie's house. We had barely spoken to each other the entire trip.
She leaned back inside the car. "Thanks sis, see you soon...yeah?"
"Yeah, no problem. Glad you hooked up..." I stopped myself from saying anymore. I could feel my face colouring up.
There was an awkward silence for a split second.
"Right, got to go," I blurted out as I engaged first gear. Julie just managed to slam the door shut as I accelerated away.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief. It didn't appear that she had any idea that I had just been fucked by the best friend of the guy who had picked Julie up tonight.
When I got home, Derek was still up. I poked my head round the door. He was still engrossed in some sporty thing or other on the television.
"Hi, I'm back," I said. He grunted some reply about not interrupting him right now. He was obviously not the remotest bit interested that I was home, which was fine by me.
I dashed upstairs and quickly shedding my clothes jumped into the shower.
And then it hit me. The guilt.
I can honestly say I felt sick to my stomach. I had cheated on my husband. The father of my children. What the hell was I thinking about!
But then another feeling came over me. Did I regret it...NO!
Shit, where did that feeling come from. How can you feel guilty but have no regrets. That's impossible...right?
But that's exactly how I felt. As the hot water cascaded over my body, I replayed it over in my mind again and again, trying to come to terms with what had happened tonight. But the answer I arrived at was always the same.
I'd liked it.
I narrowed it down to two reasons. The first was because I had been so turned on by what was happening to Julie. Watching her get fucked by Brad had been tremendously erotic and had set off feelings inside me that I'd forgotten I had.
The second was because my inhibitions had been considerably lowered by the amount of alcohol I'd consumed. Of course it could be a combination of the two but the end result was the same. Whilst I shouldn't have done it there was no denying it or getting away from it...the sex had been unbelievable!
* * * * *
Over the next couple of weeks the guilty part kept coming back to haunt me and kept the memory of my betrayal ever present in my mind.
As it was today. I had arrived home from work and was again deep in thought when I was jolted back to reality by the phone. The strident ringing tone made me jump. I rushed over and picked it up.
"Hi Debs, it's Tanya, how are you...how was work?" I'd not had to say one word. Tanya never bothered to wait for the person she was ringing to speak first.
"Just great, as always," I replied, "although I'm a bit fed up at the moment with all the early starts I keep getting. It's no joke going to work at six in the morning. Anyway, how about you, when are you next in?"
Tanya was my friend from work and whilst we both worked at the same mini supermarket we were usually on different shifts so rarely got to talk much to each other.
"Oh tomorrow between two and six pm," Tanya replied. "Can't wait. I hate these four hour shifts." The sarcasm was clearly evident in her voice before it brightened. "Anyway, the reason for the call is to see if you want to come out on Friday night with the girls. We figured we would try that new nightclub that's opened in town."
"This Friday coming...oh that sounds like a great idea," I was enthused. Recollections of my last night came flooding to the fore. I quickly pushed them to the back of my mind.
"I haven't been out for awhile and this Friday would be perfect as Derek's away on a fishing trip for the weekend and the kids are at his parents."
"Brilliant," Tanya said, "so far then it'll be you, me, Pat, Ann and Sylvie who are going, should be fun, can't wait."
* * * * *
I don't know where the days go but Friday night came round all too soon. Derek dropped the kids off with his parents before setting off on his weekend away and I met up with the girls from work. We were now queued up outside the nightclub. It was early but with it being the new venue in town demand to get in was high.
As we stood there waiting, I looked around to see if there was anyone else out tonight that I might know. It occurred to me as I scanned the crowd that I seemed much taller than any of my friends. Maybe it was because although I'm only 5'6" tall I was wearing 4" stilettos. Everyone else seemed to be wearing more sensible heels or flats. Sod it I thought. I don't often get dressed up to go out.
Tonight I'd dressed quite conservatively as befitting a mother of two children. My tight black skirt came just above my knee and my blouse with a button up front showed just a hint of my cleavage and the swell of my 38DD breasts. Not too shabby for a 37 year old woman. Okay, I might be carrying a pound or two more than I should but it is fairly evenly distributed round my legs, hips and ass cheeks. I'd also had my hair done today. As well as a cut and blow dry I'd also had it dyed a slightly different shade of blonde. I liked it. Derek hadn't noticed. Quelle surprise!
We were laughing and joking whilst we waited for our turn to gain entry into the club, chatting mainly about work. It seemed that I was the only one who seemed to know most of the staff from the other shops in the chain but even then with some, it was only a passing acquaintance.
Eventually it was our turn and once inside we headed straight for the bar. The music was already pounding and we had to shout to make ourselves heard.
When we finally got served we decided it would be better to pool our money and buy several rounds in one go so that we didn't have to keep going back to the bar, which was extremely busy.
As was my custom, I started out with a lager (pint!) and then lined up several vodka and tonics (doubles!).
Hitting the dance floor, we soon got into the driving beat of the music and the evening flew by as we danced and drank, then danced some more.
I seemed to knock back my drinks fairly quickly. It was thirsty work dancing. I was feeling really good and I was clearly the life and soul of the party. Well I thought so anyway!
It was probably a good job Derek wasn't here, he would have been disgusted with me. He didn't like to see me like this when my inhibitions were considerably lowered by booze.
Taking a rest, most of the girls were stood around our table drinking, except for Tanya, who was dancing on top of it. She was drunk and just didn't care who saw her. I was talking quite loudly to Ann, when I spotted someone I thought I knew.
"Hey, Tanya," I yelled up to her, "isn't that Marlene's husband, err, what's his name, err, Tony, yeah, that's it, Marlene's husband, Tony?"
"No idea," Tanya yelled back, "don't know Marlene."
"Yeah you do," I shouted, "Marlene Smith, she works at the branch near the railway station."
"No, never met her, so don't know," she shouted back as she wildly waved her arms about to the music.
"I'll go find out," I said and boldly walked over to where the man was standing.
I sprang out in front of him, "It's Tony isn't it?" I exclaimed. He looked blankly at me but I wasn't perturbed. "It's me, Debbie, Debbie Gibson. I work at the mini supermarket. I thought it was you, what are you doing here? Is Marlene with you?"
A nonplussed Tony took stock. "Err...oh...hi...err...no...err...Marlene's not with me."
"Oh," I interrupted, with an inane grin on my face, "boy's night out is it?"
"Err...yeah...something like that," he replied.
"Well that's nice," I stupidly replied. "Anyway, why don't you join us for a drink if you've nothing better to do." I grabbed hold of his hand and dragged him reluctantly towards the girls.
Tony seemed a bit sheepish at first and after the introductions he went off to the bar. The girls, especially Tanya, giggled as we discussed why he would be here on his own.
"He's clearly nervous of us isn't he. Maybe he's escaped Marlene for the night and he's on the prowl for a bit on the side!" Ann chuckled.
"Oh really Ann, why would you think that?" I naively said. "What do you mean...a bit on the side."
"You know..." Ann winked at me. "I understand she can be a bit of a bitch. Maybe Tony's on the lookout for someone more...giving...if you know what I mean." She began to cackle.
"Hang on," I interrupted, "I thought you didn't know her?"
"Well I don't, it's only by reputation," Ann answered with a sly grin.
The conversation was cut short as Tony returned with drinks for everyone. He now seemed more than happy to stay with us and the girls eventually managed to drag him onto the dance floor. He danced with all of them in turn before he seemingly began to concentrate mainly on me. I didn't understand why but it didn't bother me. He was a pretty good dancer unlike Derek who had two left feet.
As the evening drew to a close so the mood of the music altered. Tony and me had been dancing together apart, if you know what I mean so we were stood close when a slower number came on. It seemed natural for Tony to slip his hands round my waist and draw me into his chest. No doubt he could feel my 38DD breasts press against him.
He pulled me in tighter. I wasn't really resisting. If truth be known I was more than a little tipsy and didn't notice where Tony now had his hands. We were swaying together and I had laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I became aware of his growing arousal when he ground his crotch into me. I could feel a definite bulge pushing against me as his cock began to swell. I was aware that he was nuzzling into my neck and as his lips touched my flesh it sent little sparks of energy fluttering up and down my body.
