I have a few minutes and thought I'd write down an experience I had a couple of yrs ago.
My husband and I, were invited to a Christmas party.
On the night,,, we had a few dances and mixed in with everyone there, after a couple of hours, I was feeling a bit tipsy and was asked to dance. I recognised the man and agreed... We danced close and it was not long before I felt his hands slip down from my waist to my bum. I said nothing about it and to be honest, I rather enjoyed the feeling... He soon started carressing my bum cheeks and I was getting very turned on. After the record finished he lead to to a chair and we sat chating. My husband came over with another drink and we all laughed and joked and got on very well.
Some time later, The man again ask me to dance and again I agreed, this time he put his hands straight onto my bum as soon as we started dancing, again during the dance he carressed me.
The record ended and he asked if I'd like some fresh air,, so we went outside into the back garden.. we stood chating and after a short time I felt his hand again go to my bum.. He started carressing it as he had done before.. He looked at me and said that he knew I was enjoying it, then kissed me. As we kissed he put his hand up my skirt onto the back of my knickers, then down inside them onto my bare bum cheeks... I responded and kissed him back.. Before anything else could be done or said, someone came out and told me that my hubby was looking for me... So we stopped and I went inside to find my husband. Hubby told me that it was nearly 2am and time to leave. To my surprise that bloke I was outside with said that he lived in the same direction as us and would walk with us...Being new yrs, the streets were not as quiet as normal by the bloke grabbed my bum a couple of times on the way home. When we got to our house, I asked the man in for one last drink,,We all went in, took off our coats and sat whilst hubby got us all a drink.. again we started chating about this and that, I noticed the man looking me up and down, So I let my legs open up , knowing that my stocking tops would be on view. Hubby again got another round of drinks and whilst his back was turn,, the man lowed his head to get a better view up my skirt,, giggling to myself, i openned my legs wider and the smile on the mans face said everything. I think that last drink was more than enough for my hubby as he soon feel asleep, which left me flashing my stockings and knickers at the man as we continued chatting. I'm not sure how it happened but in no time, the man was sat on the floor infront of me, between my legs,, looking up my skirt. As we talked his hand started from just above my ankle, slowely slidding up to my knee then under my skirt, up to my knickers,, by that time the talking had stopped. I closed my eyes and just let the feeling flow over me.
When he moved my knickers to one side and started rubbing my pussy, I openned my legs more and then looked over at my hubby, he was well out of it and it felt so naughty doing it like that... I started cumming and letting myself go...Then I checked hubby again, but he was still asleep.
The man said,,, Fuck this, I want you and you know it... He knelt and pulled me further down the chair, He got his cock out, the ripped my knickers off and started rubbing his cock against me,, then pushed it up me. I cant say how long it lasted but I can remember cumming a few times, also him undoing my blouse and getting my tits out. Him sucking them. After he shot his load over my tummy, he got up and said he had better go soon... I tidied myself up and he kissed me . said that was one hell of a new years bang and I saw him out. I left hubby were he was and I went to bed. I felt a little guilty next day and started flashing at my hubby and trying to get him going... He said " I know why your feeling randy ", I ask how he knew, He winked and said that he had woken up half way through my session the night before. He called me a randy Bitch and bent me over the back of a chair... I have fantasied that it might happen again.. I can but hope