My name’s Kim, I’m 34, brunette, and curvy in all the right places. My husband Ross is 36, tall, broad-shouldered, and the kind of good looking that still makes me double-take sometimes.
It was New Year’s Eve, and we hadn’t made any big plans. Ross was due to work that night, so we figured we’d just keep it quiet.
Our neighbours upstairs, Beth and Jack, had other ideas. Beth popped down earlier, all smiles, and said, “Why don’t you and Ross come up and celebrate with us?”
We glanced at each other, shrugged, and thought, why not?
I decided to put on my favourite fitted jeans the ones that always seem to draw a second glance when I walk into a room. I know that I have a big ass but these jeans make it look even bigger. Paired with a crisp white shirt left slightly open at the top, it struck just the right balance between casual and effortlessly tempting. As underwear goes I had on a white bra and a white thong. A light mist of perfume finished it off.
Ross went for his usual understated look, dark jeans and a plain white T shirt simple but sharp.
By six o’clock, we were at their door with a few beers and some food, the faint hum of music already drifting through from inside.
Beth answered the door first, wearing a red crop top and a short black mini skirt. Her smile lit up the hallway.
“Hello, Kim! Hello, Ross! Come on in,” she said warmly.
We stepped inside, and the music instantly enveloped us. Jack was there too, setting up a Shisha while casually moving to the beat. He wore black jeans and a blue T shirt, his tall, slim frame leaning slightly as he worked.
Beth was brunette, slim, and lively, the energy in the room seemed to match her perfectly. Jack, blond and tall, glanced up as we entered and greeted us.
“Hello!” he called, a grin spreading across his face.
We started pouring cocktails, dancing a little, and nibbling on snacks with one drink after another, the music carrying us along.
After a few rounds, Ross and Jack settled on the sofa, deep in conversation about football, voices animated and laughs spilling out.
Beth and I leaned back, sharing a Shisha watermelon flavour, my favourite. The sweet, fruity smoke curled between us as we chatted, the room buzzing with energy and the warmth of the night.
We ended up playing Monopoly for a while, then danced with our partners, and even tried a round of Jenga, laughing at every wobble and crash.
Slowly, the night edged toward ten o’clock, and Ross reminded me he had to leave.
“I think we should get going,” I said, glancing at Beth and Jack. “Ross has work.”
Beth frowned playfully. “What about you?”
“I’ll head home and see in the New Year there,” I replied.
“Ohhh, that’s out of order,” she said, teasing. “Why don’t you stay with us? You wouldn’t be alone.”
At that, Jack chimed in, “Yeah, why don’t you stay? You should stay.”
I looked at Ross, who shrugged with a grin. “Yeah, why not? You can stay here with them and go home whenever you want.”
I thought about it for a moment and then nodded. Okay, then, I decided.
Once Ross left, the energy didn’t drop and we carried on dancing, laughing and moving to the beat.
At one point, Beth excused herself to grab some snacks, and I was left dancing with Jack. He kept a steady rhythm beside me, hands resting lightly on my hips. It felt fun and easy-going, nothing too much, just the music and the moment carrying us along.
The night edged closer to midnight, and soon the countdown began. Cheers and laughter filled the room as the clock struck twelve and 'Happy New Year'!
Beth and Jack shared a quick kiss, smiling at each other, and the music picked back up. We carried on dancing, the energy of the room buzzing around us, full of laughter, music, and the excitement of a fresh new year.
By around 2 a.m., the drinks were starting to hit me, and I thought it was probably time to head home.
“I think I should get going,” I said, swaying slightly to the music.
Beth frowned in mock protest. “Why don’t you stay here? We’ve got an extra room.”
I hesitated. “I’m not sure…”
Jack leaned in, a teasing grin on his face. “You really should stay. You look a little tipsy just stay the night, it’ll be fun.”
I glanced between them, the room warm and buzzing, and felt a moment of indecision
Beth disappeared into her room for a moment and came back holding a nighty. Then, to my surprise, she handed me another one bright red, short, and delicate.
“Here, wear this if you want,” she said with a wink. “It’ll make you feel comfortable while you sleep.”
I laughed softly, a mix of amusement and curiosity, feeling the night take on an unexpectedly playful and cozy energy.
Beth had gone into her room, and I headed to the extra room they’d set up for me. Jack stayed in the living room, the soft glow of the TV lighting up the space as he watched Netflix.
I woke around 3:30 a.m. and realized I needed the bathroom. To get there, I had to walk past the living room. All the lights were off except for the TV glow.
“Oh, Kim, couldn’t you go to sleep?” Jack called casually from the couch.
“Just going to the toilet,” I replied, trying to sound normal.
“Oh, okay… if you can’t sleep, you should come join me here,” he added with a grin.
I finished in the bathroom, but his words lingered in my mind. Should I go or not? I felt so undecided, caught between curiosity and caution, the night suddenly charged with a playful tension.
I don’t know why, but a mischievous part of me decided to go over.
“Oh, hello Kim,” Jack said with a grin. “Come, sit here next to me.”
He gave me a quick, appraising look, and I could tell he wasn’t expecting me to be wearing a nighty. I slid onto the sofa, a mix of nerves and excitement buzzing through me as we settled in.
He offered me another cocktail. I knew maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but I took it anyway and sipped slowly. The drinks were starting to make me feel a little light-headed, the room tilting gently with the music from earlier still humming in the background.
After joining Jack in the living room, we had a few more cocktails, the music and soft glow of the TV making the space feel warmer and more intimate.
I felt a strange pull toward him the energy between us was electric. We laughed and talked closer than before, and I could feel my heart racing.
A part of me knew I shouldn’t be there, and I pulled back for a moment, trying to steady myself. But the mix of drinks, the late hour, and the excitement of the night made me hesitate. The tension lingered, and I couldn’t decide what to do next.
It was a moment of temptation, and I was fully aware of the line I was walking, the choices I might make, and the consequences they could carry.
We settled on the sofa and started watching Netflix, leaning back comfortably. I could feel him close beside me, and the air between us was charged with a quiet, teasing energy. I stayed still, letting the moment linger
After a few more cocktails, the closeness between us became harder to ignore. One thing led to another, and we shared a passionate, intense moment on the sofa. My heart raced as I realized the line I was crossing and a mix of thrill, desire, and guilt swept over me. It was the first time I’d ever felt this way outside my marriage, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the choices I was making.
My heart was pounding faster than I’d ever imagined, the drinks making my head spin and my emotions even harder to control. I never thought I’d be here with Jack, but his confidence and the way he carried himself made it impossible to resist.
I hesitated. “What about Beth?” I whispered.
Jack’s grin was reassuring. “She’s fast asleep in her room,” he said softly.
He leaned closer, his voice just above a whisper. “This… will be our secret.”
The words sent a shiver through me, a mix of excitement, guilt, and anticipation. My thoughts were muddled from the alcohol, the tension electric, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the choices I was making, or the consequences they might bring.
We were lipsing passionately and I could feel one of his hands on my ass and one of them on my breasts. The minute he started lipsing my neck I started going weak and could feel one of his hands on my pussy. I was sooo wet I couldn’t explain it; all I remember is saying, “Fuck me” . When he climbed on top of me and when he started taking my thong down, it felt as if my heart was going to pump outside my body. He touched the head first then started slowly entering me. I let off a small moan but couldn’t moan properly because Beth was sleeping in her room. He started fucking me nice and slowly, then started getting faster and faster . I had completely giving my body to Jack as he was penetrating me. I forgot how many times I had an orgasm.
After the night’s excitement, I finally went to my room, my mind spinning. I couldn’t believe how far I’d let myself get, the mix of thrill and alcohol clouding my judgment.
I heard movement in the next room and realized Jack had gone to check on Beth. The sound made my chest tighten, and I was flooded with guilt and disbelief at the choices I’d made.
The next morning, I couldn’t bring myself to look at Jack. I quietly told Beth I was heading straight home. A long, hot shower later, I was left alone with my thoughts, stunned at how the night had unfolded and questioning how I could ever make sense of it all.
