Rebecca - or Bex, as she likes to be known - sat at the table, bored to tears.
Sipping her fourth (or was it fifth?) glass of champagne, she looked around the room at the wedding she hadn't wanted to come to. The groom was some bloke her husband knew from work, so there he was, laughing it up with all his workmates at the bar while Bex sat alone.
Not that he noticed her much lately as it was anyway, either golf, work, fishing, or any other thing that kept him happy.
The rare times that they did sleep together, it was boring, short, and completely unsatisfying on her part, so while he was snoring away next to her, she had to finish herself off by hand or sneak off to the spare room where she kept her toys.
She had always been the more sexual of the two, and in her younger years, she had worked her way through a fair few guys and had a bit of a reputation until she met Daniel. He had swept her off her feet, wined, dined - and yes, the sex wasn't exciting, but she fell head over heels and they ended up married.
Now at forty-eight, twenty-four years of faithful marriage, and one daughter later, she wondered if she had made the right choice as her body was aching for, to put it bluntly, a good seeing-to.
It wasn't like she was that bad-looking: 5'7, long brown hair, brown eyes, size 16 40DD, and yes, she had a few wobbly bits, but she had looked after herself.
Just as she was thinking about grabbing the car keys from her husband and speeding home to enjoy her toys for a few hours, she heard a voice.
'Excuse me.'
'Sorry, what?' she replied, snapping out of her thoughts.
'I said, "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"'
Bex's gaze shifted and she looked up into the eyes of a light brown-haired man pointing at the chair next to her.
Bloody hell that's all I need company she thought but she pointed to the chair and said, 'No, it's free.'
The man sat down and leaned over with an open hand. 'Hi, I'm Matt.'
She responded with, 'Hi Matt, I'm Bex.'
'I saw you sitting alone from over there, you look as bored as I am, were you forced to come as well?'
'Yeah, my hubby works with the groom, what's your crime?'
'I'm the brother-in-law, but the bloke my sister has married is a complete twat, I don't understand what she sees in him.'
This made Bex giggle and she softened to her new companion as he sat down, she looked her new friend over.
He was young, early twenties, very attractive and the way his shirt was tight against his muscles, the bulge in his trousers, she felt stirrings she hadn't felt in a while.
For the next hour or so they chatted and drank more champagne and the chat got more open the more they drank.
He was twenty-four, recently single after his gf had moved away, in return she spilled the beans about her pointless and unsatisfactory marriage.
All the while they were chatting Mark's eyes were flicking between her face and cleavage and to be fair there was quite a bit on show in her plunging light blue, mid-thigh loose fitting dress.
When Bex spilled the beans about her sexless marriage she was sure Matt shuffled closer and she could swear his bulge was bigger than it was earlier, but maybe it was just the champagne.
'I think you're stunning,' Matt suddenly said under his breath. 'Your husband must be mad to leave you alone looking like that.'
Bex blushed and said, 'Don't be daft. I'm old enough to be your mum.' But she had to admit to herself the thought did turn her on.
Luckily the tablecloth around the tables was long because what Matt did next took Bex by surprise.
His hand slipped up her thigh towards the hem of her dress, and Bex quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching but no one looked their way.
Mark leaned over and whispered, 'I think you're so fucking sexy, look what you've done to me.' And took her hand and placed it on a very impressive bulge in his trousers under the table.
Forgetting where she was, she couldn't help herself but have a grope and Matt groaned quietly.
'I have a room upstairs; we could sneak off have some fun and be down again before your hubby even notices you gone,' whispered Matt.
'I can't. I'm married,' she replied but her hand didn't leave his bulge and her inside voice said, 'I want this cock, now!'
'And?' Matt said shrugging 'I won't tell if you don't and you said it yourself, he doesn't satisfy you and I bet you I could.' his hand slid past the hem of her dress and up her thigh.
Her head was telling her to make him stop but her need to feel wanted was telling her to open her legs.
And with that, she parted her legs letting his hand slide between her thighs up towards her lacy panties.
Again, Bex looked around scared anyone was watching but everyone was oblivious.
Matt shuffled closer as his fingertips pressed against the lacy material, circling his fingertip against her clit through her panties.
Bex gasped as he teased, her hand still on his cock under the table feeling him twitch.
Two can play this game she thought to herself and unzipped his trousers slipping her hand inside.
Matt smiled broadly as Bex's fingers wrapped around his cock, and Bex smiled to herself feeling how thick he was, God I need this inside of me her inside voice cried out.
Matt's fingers pulled aside the gusset of Bex's panties and ran up and down her now very wet slit.
'Come on you know you want to, I can feel how much you want it, and you know how much I want it, so room twenty-two in five minutes.'
With that, he pulled his hand away, reached under to do up his trousers and walked away leaving Bex sitting with a wet pussy, hard nipples and the memory of how thick that cock felt.
'Behave yourself,' she said out loud to no one in particular but she couldn't shake how horny she felt.
She looked around and her hubby hadn't noticed a thing, she had been chatted up and felt up by a total stranger and he didn't notice, he didn't even notice she had grabbed this guy's cock.
'Fuck you,' she mumbled, grabbed her bag and walked towards the lift.
Expecting her husband to suddenly ask where she was going, Bex strode quickly towards the lift.
Luckily the lift opened straight away and she pressed for the second floor, her heart beating quickly at what she was going to do.
Twenty-four years of faithful marriage and here she was going to a near stranger's room for some meaningless sex.
'What are you doing, girl?' she said but she didn't stop when the door opened she strode quicker down the hall until she reached room Matt's room.
She hadn't felt like this since before she got married, that feeling of excitement as you take a new partner just for sex.
She hesitated momentarily to see if anyone was watching or if her husband would magically appear but nope, so she knocked.
'Come in,' he said, stepping aside to let her go by. 'Gotta be honest, you have an amazing arse,' he said admiringly as she walked by.
Bex blushed again but didn't stop Matt when he walked over and kissed her and at that point all her doubts vanished.
She found herself pressed against the wall as they kissed, Matt's hands cupping her breasts as he pressed his groin in between her legs.
Bex could feel his bulge pressing against her and she wanted him and found herself tugging at his belt and buttons, and tugging his trousers past his hips.
'Mmmmmmm someone wants this bad, you dirty slut,' said Matt as Bex slipped a hand in his boxers and pulled out his hard cock.