The surprise wore off. Hormones kicked in. He was all over me.

He yanked my dress up, tugged my bra down, and my breasts spilled out.

His mouth and one hand were on them, the other still fingering me furiously. I was fully exposed. This was a “friend’s” husband, pulling my clothes off and devouring me.

I felt like a whore. I should have stopped him immediately, but I let him do what he wanted.

I was turned on, knowing she was going to reappear.

I wouldn't touch him, though. That would make me a slut!