As we dance around the hall with the rest of the wedding guests I’m enjoying my husband’s hands on my waist bringing me closer to him. It's been months since we’ve danced together, and sadly, it's been even longer since we’ve been sexual with each other. The kids and our hectic lives have meant that we have both let that part out of lives fade. We’ve just become a boring married couple but tonight it’s more like we are teenagers again. 

I turn in his arms and wiggle my bum against him, his hands on my hips, pulling me back against him. All I can think of is that we're so having sex tonight. 

It gets close to midnight and as we slow dance while softly kissing he whispers to me that he needs to be inside me. We leave the dance floor as we can no longer keep our hands off each other and we’re both feeling far too tipsy. 

Heading up to our hotel room we kiss in the lift and his hands are on my breasts feeling my hard nipples. My right hand is gripping his erection through his trousers and stroking it like it's the first time I’ve ever touched it. 

We reach our floor and run to our room, struggling to kiss before finally managing to fall through the door. I rip his black suit and white shirt off him, throwing his clothes onto the chair. He unzips my long pink dress and it falls to the floor, soon followed by my lacy underwear. I slip off my black heels and leave it all in an untidy pile. 

We reach the bed and with him lying on his back, I start teasing his cock with my wet pussy. I nibble his neck and kiss over his chest, and then continue down, my hard nipples and breasts caressing his skin as I move over his body. I reach my prize and lick his shaft, gripping it firmly as I kiss his balls.

I stop suddenly when I hear a noise and look up to see that he's snoring, that loud drunken snore. I try waking him but he doesn't even move. 

I hold back the tears as I fall off the bed and sit on the floor. So many thoughts are going around in my mind. Am I not good enough to keep him awake? Am I not sexy enough anymore? Does my curvy body and big boobs not do it for him? 

I can't bear to stay in the room any longer and I need a drink, so I slip on my dress and heels, not bothering about my panties. I take his bank card and the room key and go back down the stairway in the hope of avoiding people. Thankfully I do. As I reach the hall I see only a few couples still slow dancing and there is no sign of the bride and groom. 

I walk to the bar and order a double vodka and Red bull and as I look at the back of the bar into the long mirror I see that I'm not alone. 

I turn in my seat with my drink and see the Rob, the groom, sitting in the corner. I walk over and sitting down next to him I can see that he looks sad and exhausted. 

"Are you okay Rob, shouldn't you be getting lucky with the new wife?"  

"She passed out from all the drink after we argued about family shit," he replies, and I instantly feel bad for my ill-timed comment. 

"Rob, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have teased. Would you like a drink?" 

He nods and asks for a beer which I order for him. Rob makes excuses for the absence of his new wife as the last few guests come over to say goodbye and then the bar staff close up and leave. Rob and I chat awkwardly as we sit at the table. We have never really been alone before even though he is my husband’s business partner of five years

I want to break the tension so I walk to the bar and lean over it, finding a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. I put them on the table by the sofa and pat the seat next to me. As Rob gets the hint and moves next to me I pour us two shots. 

"A toast to other halves who can't handle their drink!" I raise my glass and Rob clinks his against mine. 

"A toast to family shit I just married into!" His turn to propose and we neck our shots. 

It’s my turn again. "To not having sex for six months and being so fucking horny!" 

So now I'm drunk, but I still know what I'm doing. I'm at the point where my body does what it wants to, no matter how loud my brain is screaming at me to do otherwise. 

I jump up and offering my hand to Rob for a dance he doesn't hesitate and just pulls me close to him.