These days I´ve become into a fan of erotic stories and my hobby has been to read them as much as I can. But I´ve seen some are made up or fabricated. That´s why I´ve decided to open a new mail account, a secret one, for I´m married and I don´t wish to be caught by my husband, and write a real one based on what happened to me recently.
To begin with, I´m married and I´m living in Mexico City. I´m 25 now, 1.55 tall, slim. My body isn´t a gorgeous one, but my buttocks are really big, this is out of question. I have straight, long hair. My hubby loves seeing me with my cloths very stick to my body. That´s why he keeps on buying panties for me, only to enjoy taking them off me, sliding the panties down my legs slowly until I´m completely naked.
On one ocassion, we went out for a drink with buddies at a well known bar downtown. On that particular day, I was wearing black pants, sandals and a yellow shirt which gave a good view of my beautiful breasts with a top tied to my back only by a bow as thin as a spaghetti. My back was completely nude.
It was midnight at the restaurant and at this time my hubby was still busy playing domino game with his buddies while I was drinking at a table. After a few shots I was already pretty drunk and dizzy. Then I decided to ask my hubby for a dance because music turns me on, he refused to, so there was a chance with a guy who was the brother of a woman who worked in the same office: My hubby was her boss there. Well, we danced a couple of songs together.
The dance area was one in the centre of the hall and it was very small, resulting in people getting too jammed with little chance for moving around. I still wonder how we managed to get thereto where we were dancing now.
As we danced, I began to notice another guy who constantly bumped into us and when he did so he teased my ass as well. This turned me even more and I lost all sense of where I was or if my hubby was around, but alcohol, the place too hot, made me feel comfortable and again I became more excited.
My husband caught glance of this and as he noticed what was happening to me, he turned nervous, very jealous. After all, I judged there was nothing wrong with playing the game straight.
My dancing turned into more provocative and I could see my hubby with the corner of my eyes but he could not see me anymore. By now people had decided to make a wheel dancing at the centre of the hall and soon a guy in the back was getting too close to me, so close that we always made contact with each other, enough to feel his dick brushing against my ass.
It was a very hard cock, so this turned me on to the limits. I was not aware of what I was doing or thinking. There came the moment at which the human wheel began to spin and this guy kept his distances away from me -we would rest our hands on the person's shoulder in front- but I always was close to him to find out how hard he was. This realization excited me more. I quickly made a mental scrutiny of my chances to be fucked right away; they were so inadequate that the only thing left was to gain control over me to diminish anxiety so I´d no longer continued with this.
Once we were back to the table, I told my hubby about the necessity for getting a telephone card right away because I had no more credit left. I had to use my cell phone to call my mom and learn about my son, how he was doing, and so on. My hubby was a little lazy to get up and drive me to the store, so Louis volunteered to give me a ride there.
We were already riding in Louis´car, very serious while driving, so I "accidentally" brushed his leg with my hand to notice the bulge inside his pants that grew harder and bigger in size. I was completely out of control; I began to touch his penis over the top of his pants.