A dirty milf

My name is Christine. I am 36 years old, married to Dave, my handsome husband. I have three children, one a baby, the other two in elementary school. Until recently nothing exciting ever happened in my life. It was the same old routine, get up, feed the kids, kiss hubby goodbye as he goes off to work, take the kids to school, come home and do the housework etc.
However one morning I had a chance meeting with one of the other mothers as I dropped the kids off at school. Her name was Kate and she seemed so full of life. During our brief conversation we hit it off so well that she invited me round to her house for coffee and a chat. At first we talked mostly about the children and things like that, but then she asked me about my social life. I had to admit that since the kids were born I hadn’t had any social life. My hubby was content in front of the televisionevery night, and I had no real friends to go out with.
Kate said that she and some of the other mothers she knew, had a girls night out once a week at the local nightspot, why didn’t I join them. I must admit I was tempted, but I wasn’t sure what Dave would say about me going to such places without him, so I said I would let her know.
I needn’t have worried as Dave was not in the least bit concerned, as long as he had some beer in the fridge and the TV was working. I phoned Kate and let her know that Dave didn’t mind, and we made arrangements for the coming week.
When I arrived at the nightclub I felt a little out of place, most of the other mothers thatKate had mentioned were there, they all seemed so full of confidence, and were dressed much more flirty than I was. At thatmoment I realized just how dowdy I looked dressed in my conservative skirt and blouse.
Once inside the club it didn’t take long for a number of the Moms, including Kate, to end up on the dance floor, having been hit on bythe single men. I felt myself blush when a man much younger than myself asked me to dance.
Up on the dance floor the man introduced himself as Gary who it turned out was only nineteen. He told me how beautiful I looked which made me blush again, and when a slow number was played he held me close.
This stirred up all kinds of feelings in me I had not felt for a number of years, my knickers felt decidedly damp. I told myself that I was a happily married woman and that I was just being silly.
The music came to an end, and I made my excuses and went back to our table. I noticed that a number of the girls in our party had seemingly paired up with some of the men and were openly allowing themselves to be groped and fondled. I thought their behavior was disgusting and wanted nothing to do with such goings on. Nothing untoward happened for the rest of the evening and we left around midnight.
I realized on the way home that I had been filled with a pleasant tension all night. I had been downright excited, even turned on. I decided then and there to do it again.
My nights out soon became a regular event and I had to admit that I looked more and more forward to going out. I think Dave was glad of an evening to himself, watchingthe sports shows and drinking beer, so I got no complaints about it from him.
On about my fourth night out, Kate came upto me and said we had all been invited to a party later that night. It turned out that the party was to be held at an apartment, which belonged to a guy who had been dancing with one of the other girls.
I said no, as I didn’t like the sound of it, I thought that Dave wouldn’t approve. The other girls jeered and said that I should loosen up and live a little. I felt embarrassedby their teasing, so against my better judgment I agreed to go.
When we got to the guy’s place my worst fears were realized, there were about five of us girls and eight men, three of whom were colored. The drinks started to flow and some of the group seemed to be takingsome tablets, although I didn’t know what they could be, I was very naive in such matters.
I also noticed that some of the girls had disappeared with one or two of the men. Kate again said I should lighten up as it was just a bit of fun.
One of the men thrust a large glass of wine into my hand, which I gulped back nervously. Within minutes of my drinking the wine I began to feel most peculiar. It was as if all my inhibitions had gone, like I had left my body and I was looking down at where I was sitting on the sofa.
A man sat beside me telling me how beautiful I looked, what lovely legs I had and that I had fabulous tits.