I want to start off by giving a little bit of information about me, extremely happily married for over 25 years we share a great life, combining work, holidays and a good social life. I will try to tell this story as it happened and while the words may not be absolutely exact, they are pretty accurate. this only happened a few years ago so my memory is still quite clear.
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Always in control that's me it keeps me organised and out of trouble, I'm apparently known as the ice maiden or frosty drawers at least I was by some of my husbands mates, but probably because they'd had it drummed into them by me over the years that any touch or grope would be blocked immediately usually loudly and rudely that they had given up trying!! I'm very very happily married and have been for many years, our relationship is fantastic we are a great team and I feel blessed with what we have, so I wouldn't do anything to put it at risk.
The only element of our marriage where we are different is in our sexual needs, hubby has never really needed a lot of sex not even when we were first going out, but in my mind that was not important when everything else is perfect.
So for probably the first twenty years or so we had got in to a routine I suppose based around work where we had sex mostly on Saturday nights but once a week was us. As we've grown older and now into our fifties so the level has dropped off and that I'm disappointed about, but I can get some relief if I need it on my own, he would never understand why that's needed, it will never be important to him and if I suggested us bringing in someone from outside to help us he would not begin to understand why and would be horrified at even the mention of it.
On rare occasions it troubles me and I can become very frustrated if its getting up towards 5 or 6 weeks since we have made love, but not so much that I would ever do anything about it, so it's no risks at all with me. When we do make love its still great with so much love, feeling, warmth and sensuality its always been passionate. But maybe because it is less often now it is even more enjoyable.
Hubby and I both have many good friends, some very local that we meet up with regularly and others that are a lot less frequent I suppose like many couples, some go back to school days others University time, plus a few through work that have been added over the years. One of these couples includes a man who is probably hubbies oldest and best friend who we only see about every 18 months or so for a meal at each others homes, just alternating between us. Hubby knew his mate from secondary school and obviously through him I've known him for about 30 years, which was before we even got married. He met Jane through Uni and in fact our weddings were very close together as they got married about 6 months after us, so we have always stayed very close but for one reason or another we don't get to meet as often as we would like.
But when we do get together its as though we saw each other yesterday, the conversation flows and we really don't have any secrects from each other, Jane is right on my wavelength so we hit it off great and have so much in common, there is always a bit of light hearted banter between me and him but nothing really sexual in the slightest.
It was our turn to invite them to our place for a meal and it was a great night, we never ever stayed over in each others homes. To be fair we always rotated the nominated driver so on One in four visits one of us had very limited drinks, but it was something we'd done for years and years and on this occasion it was Jane who turn had come round and was driving them home. Anyway a great evening with so much to catch up on, but pretty late on gone about 11pm I would guess Jane had a call from her daughter, She was out with a couple of friends and her best friend was their nominated driver, but She felt her drink had been spiked during the evening as She was light headed and feeling a bit drunk, so rather than take a risk they were going to leave her car there and wondered if Mum & Dad could pick them up, rather than them getting a cab. So of course Mum said yes I will so I'll text you when I'm outside the club. But the two guys had just poured a malt whiskey so her hubby said would she mind if he stayed here and would she pick him up on the way past, so that was agreed and Jane headed off soon after.
The two boys were talking sport now they both played tennis so that's something they still follow, I like tennis too so can always join in, which I did but when they switched over to football that is something I don't follow so took it as my que to leave them drinking and chatting and I decided to clear all the food, plates, glasses and dishes out to the kitchen. I started with the glasses always do them first in the clean hot soapy water. When I went back in for the second load hubby was just nodding off and his mate rolled his eyes at me laughing, so I pushed hubbies shoulder to wake him and he was straight back wide eyed and chatting I guess where he left off lol. I collected the plates and cutlery up and went back to the kitchen and washed them up, when I went back for the desert bowls and cheese board hubby was back asleep but before I could shake him Mick said don't bother I've woken him five times but he just talks for a bit then goes off again, so don't bother there's no point I might just as well have gone when Jean did. So I left him picked up the bowls and boards and went back to the kitchen sink. I did hear a footstep on the kitchen tiles but it still made me jump when I suddenly felt hands on my side holding me. Oh blimey you made me jump I was miles away in a world of my own I said, as I turned my head round.
Sorry didn't mean to make you jump, just thought I join you out here as he is dead to the world in there.
His hands were still on my hips, so I politely said you can remove those hands now.
Oh do I have too, he replied.
Yes you do, I'm not some girl down the pub you can get away with murder with, I said laughing while I said it.
Oh the girl down the pub wouldn't want my hands on her hips either, his hands moved further round and went upwards so they were on my breasts, this is where they want to be held it's much more fun.
Well I don't want them there either but I wasn't laughing now when I spoke, I'm very happily married and your best mate would be horrified if he came out and saw you doing this!!
Well he isn't going to see anything for a good while, he might spend the night on the sofa, he is snoring now can't you hear him.
Well whether he wakes up or not your hands shouldn't be where they are, now don't make me lift my hands out of the water to remove them, because that will make my top wet and that would take some explaining. But he still didn't remove them in fact he moved closer to me and I could feel him against me.
What if I don't want to take them away?? you might begin to enjoy it
I was now quite stroppy in my replies Well I don't want to enjoy anything that involves you holding my breasts. I started to count down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 times up please stop. But he still didn't take his hands away Please Mick don't make me shout out. What's got into you tonight?? you've never ever done anything like this before.
But I've wanted too he said, but have always worried about the consequences but now as I get older I realise how short life is and I realise that you have to take any opportunities that come along as they don't come along very often.
Well what makes you think this is an opportunity... your best mate... my husband is in the lounge just the other side of that door!! and he would go mental if he saw you doing this.
It is an opportunity because to all intents and purposes we are alone, anything that happens here now is between us nobody else will ever know. He is sound asleep we both know he is not going to stir for ages, Jane will be back before he wakes.
He was so close to me pressing me against the worktop, I could feel his breath on my neck as he spoke.
What he and in fact nobody other than my husband knew was my breasts are my big weakness, I have small breasts always been somewhere between 32 and 34 with a B cup, but my nipples are long and I love having them fondled or even better sucked, so hubby knows if he goes to them first my resistance ( if there ever was any lol ) crumbles and that was very much in my mind now. As I've said elsewhere my husband has always had a relatively low sex drive so once a week has been us since as long as I can remember, which I have accepted its how he is although I would have liked us to play a couple of times a week it never happened and now many years on and after some prostate problems our sex life has dropped to once a month or worse even six weeks on occasion, but it is still fantastic when it happens. I don't know how long it had been before this particular evening occurred but it was past the four week point for sure. so I knew I had to get out of this situation quickly before we did something we would regret.
My mind was racing and his breath on my neck was strangely sensual, he suddenly moved slightly and kissed or more like sucked my ear lobe... hubby never done that and it felt strange but not unpleasant then his mouth planted little kisses down my neck just below my ear, his breath very hot on my skin. It threw me a little and while he did that his hands finally left my chest.
Thank goodness for that I thought.
But the relief was very short lived his hands came up underneath my top and were now right on my thin bra, I knew he could feel my nipples now. I don't have padded bra's I wear soft silky satin flimsy bra's, so as not to give me a chest that I don't have. But this style offers no protection, my nipples push the material very noticeably when I'm aroused and his fingers were squeezing my nipples and it was making me aroused... Oh my God I didn't need this. He resumed kissing my neck then sucked my ear lobe again I was definitely struggling but had to hold on and stop this going too far.
Your gorgeous... he wispered in my ear.
Somehow I couldn't get his earlier comment out of my head " I've wanted too " I never thought that he would have ever had those thoughts about me.
Your breasts feel every bit as good as I've dreamed they would he said before resuming his sucking on my ear lobe.
Those people reading this who will judge me as a poor example of a faithful, married woman I can only say I don't blame you for thinking that, I have no excuse but I hadn't given in. I had stopped telling him to stop because he was clearly not going to stop, I felt looking back as though I was frozen, I did not give him any shread of encouragement no Ooohs or Arghhs, no soft moans. Nothing at all but I hadn't moved from where he pressed me into the worktop, it felt like I was frozen to the spot.
