Married almost 40 years and in all that time I have enjoyed my life with my husband. I am ashamed to admit to 1 transgression many years ago, back in the 1980’s we were friends with a couple, I worked with the other lady involved, no names as I am mortified to think of what happened and I am embarrassed thinking about it whilst I type.

It was a summers day, my husband had gone to work, however myself and my friend and her husband were all still in my home, as it was a warm summers morning I had worn an orange summer dress that laced up at the back, exposing my back through the lace, so I was not really able to wear a bra with it. It offered plenty of support to my breasts, which was good as I am a 36C! Anyway sitting on the couch with my friend the 3 of us were all laughing and joking over a morning coffee. I was not paying attention to what my friend was doing and if I had been I would not be writing this, I would have stopped her immediately. Unknown to me at that time, she was deftly loosening the lace which was tied in a bow at the back of my dress.

After a few minutes, the top of my dress felt loose, by the time I realised the bow was untied and the lace was working loose, I stood up to re-tie it, however as I stood the dress fell from my shoulders, exposing my ample bust, I tried to cover my modesty with my hands, however as I did this I felt the dress sliding down my body and on to the floor.

I stood naked, except for my red French Panties, in front of my friend and her husband, I went scarlet, by breasts flushed and my nipples became erect, I don’t know why as I felt so silly standing there with my hands trying to cover my bust. I didn’t think my situation could become more compromised, but just then I felt hands either side of my panties and yes I felt them being lowered, I tried to keep my knees together, but foolishly of me I never said “Stop.”

Eventually I was standing naked in front of another man, other than my husband and this mans wife. She is a brunette and I am still a natural blonde, so her husband was staring at my naked form, admiring my breasts and my neatly trimmed lady garden. I don’t know why and to this day I can’t understand my reaction, other than running from this scene, I let my arms fall to my side. This was the sign my friends husband was waiting for. I felt him fondle my bottom, my breasts and run his finger between my legs, I will admit to being wet there at this stage, I love my husband dearly, but at that moment, he was totally out of my thoughts. I was naked, I was being touched, fondled by my friends husband and her as well. I didn’t know why I was allowing myself to be in the position I was in, I only knew I was and I was enjoying the abandonment of the moment.

I stood still allowing hands and mouths to explore my naked body, suckle my nipples, I watched as my friend and her husband undressed, I watched in awe as his penis came into view, it was quiet a considerable lot larger than my husbands, my friends breasts are much smaller than mine, so I guess that evened things up! I could feel her hands on my bottom and running up and down my back, his hands and lips were on my bust.

I was getting more aroused and at that moment all I wanted was for him to mount me and make me his for that brief moment. I laid on the carpet and was asked to open my legs, I did as requested. I felt wanton, totally free as I felt I had no control over what was about to happen. Why I don’t know, I just lay there and said “mount me and fuck me,” my friend was holding my arms above my head, her husband positioned himself between my legs, his penis was erect and large and had no difficulty in penetrating me, it felt good, my nipples were erect and huge at this stage, bright red on top of my white breasts.

He started with slow deep thrusts and quickly began to quicken the pace, I have never climaxed on my husbands penis, however I came quickly, followed by another. I urged him to keep his penis inside me when he came, which he did, I felt every spurt. He withdrew, I was then over come with embarrassment and sadness for betraying my husband in such a base way. I have never repeated this and I have never divulged this to anyone. I am totally ashamed of myself.