My first infidelity

MY FIRST INFIDELITY

Fourteen years ago, at the age of 18, I became pregnant, and got married, three months before the birth. Two years later, I had my second son.
Six months after I had my second baby, my elder sister, Jenny, told me that, instead of sitting around, looking like an old woman, I needed a few nights out.
I knew that she went, with five or six friends to the local social club, every Friday night, to see local rock bands, but she had never invited me, before.
When we met, in a pub, I felt a bit dowdy, compared to the rest of the girls. I was dressed in an old white blouse, black trousers and sensible shoes. Jenny wore a short, low cut dress, which left little to the imagination. The others were dressed similarly, with loads of bright make-up on. They all looked very sexy. When I commented, on their dress sense, Jenny laughed, saying that all of the women dressed like them, and I would have to get my act together, if I wanted to come out with them again. When we got to the club, she was correct; it was like a fashion parade.
The band was quite good, doing songs from the charts. Jenny and her friends kept me supplied with drinks, all night. In fact I was quite drunk by the time Jenny came back from the dance floor with a small, chubby guy, who looked familiar. “This is Alan, he’s our lift home”, she announced. As he wrapped his arm around her waist, I recognised him, as the manager of a furniture shop in town. He went to the bar, and bought us a round of drinks. When he sat down, Jen’ perched herself on his knee. She pretended to bounce up and down, in a sexual manner, and then rubbed her bottom into his crotch. Alan grabbed her breasts, and shook them; Jenny’s friends all laughed. I was embarrassed. We chatted until closing time, with Alan paying a lot of attention to Jenny and Carole, peeking down Jenny’s dress, and groping Carole’s breasts. On the way out, Jenny took hold of my arm, “Just go with whatever happens, and for God’s sake don’t tell Tony.” (Her husband), because I was a little bit drunk, I was confused, and didn’t really understand her.
Jenny sat in the front, of the car, and I was in the back with Carole and Fiona. The other three girls waited for a taxi. “Is it your turn to be last?” Alan asked Jenny, the girls looked at each other, then me, and laughed. Five minutes later, I was dropped off at the end of my street, and waved the others goodbye.
During the week, Jenny visited the baby and me. “You haven’t mentioned Alan to anyone, have you?” She questioned me. “No, why?” I asked, “It’s just a bit of fun, but Tony wouldn’t understand”; she left the subject like that.
Over the next few weeks, I had my hair cut, and my clothing became a bit tighter, and more ‘fashionable’ but never ‘too revealing’. I became a lot more relaxed, and began dancing with some of the guys in the club, who would flirt with me. Alan started paying me a few compliments, usually about my bust, and ‘sexy arse’. I had lost most of my ‘pregnancy’ weight, but my breasts were still swollen from 32b to 34d, after so recently having the baby.
Mark, my husband was pleased at the transformation as I was, usually quite horny, when I arrived home, on Friday nights.
As the weeks went by, it became obvious that Alan was screwing all of the girls, including, my sister Jenny. Although I didn’t approve, they all seemed happy, so I kept quiet. In return he gave me a 25% discount when we bought a new table and chairs!
I started to really look forward to Friday night. Especially the flirting, and the ‘dirty’ talk in the car, sometimes I would join in. I became intrigued about what was so special, about this small chubby man.