I was happily married 32, and Paul was the only man I had ever been to bed with. I'm sure some will find that hard to believe. It all started when Paul was on one of his trips and an old school friend, Barbara, but she was always Babs to everyone, was staying with me.

"Let's go dancing." Babs said. 

"I'm not sure where we can go."

"Get dressed, we will find somewhere." 

There was no point arguing with her when she was in this mood,  she had got us in trouble at school too many times. I put on a very nice dark blue dress.

"You're not going like that, come on I have something you can have."

It was black, short and had sequins around the neckline, it was so low it would better be called a boob line. I objected.

"You're right the necklace doesn't go with it. I have a strapless bra that should fit you."

She called a taxi, I offered to drive but "a taxi was better" she said.

She leaned into the driver and said something. 

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know, I asked him to take us where we could dance."

There was a long queue outside and I had never been there before. Babs dragged me to the front of the  queue. 

"What are you doing, there is a queue?"

"Don't worry we will get in." We passed 30 people, mostly men. "Hi hun."

The doorman looked us up and down, then ran a metal detector up our fronts and down our backs.  Men in the queue looked at us hungrily. "In you go." He said.

"Are you sure about this place?" I asked Barbara. 

"It will be fine." She said dismissively.

There was not much room to dance. It was noisy and the bar was packed. When we got to the bar Babs ordered "Two chardonnay."

"£40." The barman said pointing at a card machine. 

"Crap £40."

A phone waved over the card reader. "I'll get that." He was about 40, kind of handsome. He pointed at a booth. 

We pushed our way through the room and was joined by his wingman. They talked at us, I did not hear most of it. More drinks arrived.  Babs was getting closer to Jed. Mark left again for more drinks. 

He returned, "You don't say much."

"I can't hear much." I shouted.

Jed said something and we were heading for the door. I was tipsy but far from drunk. Babs was not as drunk as she was making out. We walked a block, I was following Barbara who was hugging Jed. We went into another bar and had another drink. It was a hotel bar. Then against my judgment we went to their room.

"Are you sure Babs?"

"They're harmless."

The door closed Barbara said "zip me."

Jed pulled her zip she turned and kissed him. Her dress dropped.  Mark grabbed my breast. 

"The zip is at the back, Mark." Barbara informed him. 

Mark pulled at my zip.

'O shit they are going to fuck us.' I thought. I don't know why I let it happen. 

Babs was pulling at Jed's shirt. I let Mark pull his off.

I had a good marriage, Paul pleased me mostly,  I simply never thought of cheating let alone doing it in public, OK so it was not public but well it was more than two.

I pushed my knickers down, sat on the bed and kicked them away. Mark dropped to his knees and worshipped me. I felt guilty, naughty, wicked, excited, and wanting. I wanted Mark, I hoped for them both. If I was going to cheat I may as well do it properly. 

I was looking at Mark playing between my legs when Barbara called out "No, not without condoms." She was right.

I looked over to see Jed searching his pockets, but my thoughts were on Mark and the pleasure I was feeling. I grabbed one of Jed's discarded condoms and closed my hand tightly around it. When Mark surfaced I tore the packet open with my teeth and Mark took me to heaven once more.

Once he had spent himself I turned to Jed and begged for his attention. 

"I never knew you were such a slut." Babs accused me.

"I may as well have the full menu.  I had no idea what I had said. Jed, showed me. He lifted and opened my legs. He started licking at my pussy, said "rubbers" and moved his tongue. It was new, it was gorgeous.  Mark had done what Paul does. Jed, was going further. I did not cum, he did look into my eyes as he breached my virgin hole. Please forgive me, it was the best fucking night I ever had to that date. I wanted it to go on forever. It went on until morning. 

In the morning I wanted more and I got more  then I felt guilty, guilty that I had cheated and guilty I had waited so long. They said they would call us next time they were in town. Babs gave them her number and Jed pushed something into my bra as he kissed me goodbye. I thought it was his number and I felt guilty about taking it. 

Later I discovered it was £300. "He gave me £300 Babs." 

"That's what I told him you were worth, I should have told him £500."

"Told him I was worth?!!"

"Yes hun. We need to get you a fuck me outfit."

"Fuck me outfit?"

"Don't tell me we are not doing it again." Babs asked.

It was a question I did not want to answer. I wanted to say no. I wanted to not know what it was like to be had like I had been,  but I did know and I liked it.

"Did he pay me to have sex."

"No they fucked us and they gave us £300 each."

"It's the same thing." I challenged. 

"Almost"

"Am I a whore?"

"Do you feel like you are? Is it a bad feeling?"

"Yes and no."

"Well you're not! We fucked them, they showed their appreciation."

"It was a lot of appreciation." I offered.

"Let's get your new outfit.