The following story took place last month after a local Oktoberfest party. I changed the names (obviously) but everything else is to best of my hazy memory….
“You look so hot right now. I want to kiss you.” She said licking her lips and giving me a drunken, sensual stare.
I was taken aback. We’d played around in the bedroom before but it had been a long time since anything had happened and I felt like this was coming out of the blue. Not that it was unwelcome attention. Just unexpected.
“I’d like that.” I said. Giving her a flirty smile.
“Meet me in our bedroom in a little while.” She said.
“Okay.” I replied.
Part of me was excited. Part of me was unsure. And the other third of me was so fucking wet I could barely contain my excitement.
I need to call Ethan, I thought.
Ethan was my husband. And he was at home with the kids while I was at an Oktoberfest “after-party”.
We’d all been at the local community hall with some friends drinking beer in our lederhosen and dirndls for the last few hours. Ethan had gone home to relieve the babysitter, telling me, “Stay. You never get to go out. You stay and have fun. I’ll go home.”