Hello. I'm Lily, twenty-six, married for four years. I'm 5'4" 120 lbs and have green eyes, long blonde hair, and 36C breasts. I work from home due to Covid. My Husband, Mike, is twenty-eight, 6'2" 190 lbs, with hazel eyes and brown hair. He travels a lot on business but is home on weekends.
Last weekend, hubby had friends over on Saturday to watch college football. I played the hostess and kept the guys in snacks and beer. The games started at 11 am and went on until 10 pm. As it was going to be a long day, I had Pizza delivered so I didn't have to cook.
It was nice a day, so I dressed in a matching, lacy light blue low-cut bra, and panties with a denim skirt and a button-down, white sleeveless blouse. Between checking on the guys and asking who needed beers, etc., I sat in the den reading a James Lee Burke detective novel and enjoying a glass of wine. As the day wore on, I had quite a few glasses and felt a bit of a buzz.
The guys were drinking quite a lot, so I went to check on them. As I delivered more beers and chips, Bill kept eyeing me and gave me a wink. I looked around, but the others were focused on the game. I didn't respond to Bill but asked my husband if they needed anything else. He was so into the game he didn't even hear me at first and then just said they were fine.
I went back to the den after refilling my wine and continued reading. I was engrossed in the book, but when I looked up, there was Bill leaning in the doorway watching me. Startled, I asked, "You need anything?" He said he was just stretching his legs and asked what I was reading.
Bill was new to the group, and I hadn't met him before. He was tall, slim, and blonde with blue eyes. I have to admit he was good-looking. I replied, "a detective novel." Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I got up, saying I needed to check on the guys. As I got to the doorway he stepped aside as I brushed by him, but I could feel his eyes on me.
I went into the kitchen to get some beers from the fridge and bent over to grab some. As I turned, I found he was right in front of me, and I bumped into him as I turned and almost dropped a bottle. He smiled, excused himself, and offered to help carry them. I grabbed a bag of chips and we returned to the guys. I refilled the chips and picked up empties as Bill passed out the beers.
He helped with the empties and returned with me to the kitchen. I thanked him and said he had better return to the games. He looked me up and down and, with a wry smile, replied that he would much rather watch me.
I don't know why I didn't respond negatively. I guess it was the wine, and I realised I was enjoying the attention. I smiled back and said, "You naughty man, get back in there before my husband notices you have gone."
I turned and headed back to my book, and he returned to the game. I couldn't concentrate on the book, and I don't know what came over me as I couldn’t stop thinking about him when I shouldn't be.
I was thinking, ‘my pussy is wet; fuck, this is wrong. I love my husband; I'm not a cheater.’
I gulped the rest of my wine and went back for another refill. It was, by then, early evening. I needed to check on the guys again, but, and I can't explain it, before entering, I reached up and undid the top two buttons of my blouse, exposing my cleavage. I then adjusted my skirt to sit above mid-thigh exposing more of me.
I entered the room and started collecting empties. Nobody needed anything and appeared not to have noticed, except for Bill. I bent over in front of him knowing he got an eyeful. I leaned in and whispered, "I'll be out back on the deck." I spun around and left. I must have been out of my head.
With no thought of what I was about to do, I went out to the deck and leaned against the rail. It was evening and dark outside. I was drinking my wine, knowing I had drunk more than I should but I was feeling good.