This is a story I wrote and published anonymously about ten years ago, and it is based on a real incident involving a friend who confessed she had been naughty, and made me promise not to tell her hubby.  Now read on.....

My name is Lynn, 33 and married to Tom for six years now. We have a good relationship, and are comfortable rather than well off. We both have careers, Tom as a salesman, and I work in an office, organising work for a small team in a book warehouse.

We have been trying to start a family, having spent the first years of our marriage setting up house and so on. But we have had no luck in getting me pregnant for over a year now, and our sex life is beginning to flag under the strain.

You’re probably interested to know that I am brunette (mousy actually, but I enrich my hair colour a little so it is auburn), shoulder length, considered quietly attractive, and well-covered, but only a little more than 36-24-36.

I have more time on my hands than Tom, as he often works away with his job, so I have lots of evenings to myself. I came upon Swinging Heaven a few months ago, and enjoy reading the stories on here, although I never expected to be writing one myself.

We often go out to the pub at the weekends with a group of friends, and three weeks ago, Tom and four of his mates, and me and three of my girl friends descended on a pub about a mile away from our house.

The evening was lively, with live music and some dancing a conservatory adjacent to the lounge bar. By ten oclock, the boys (sitting around the next table) were well oiled, while us girls were giggly and a little tipsy. Adjourning to the toilets, one of the girls suggested we all go “commando”, and to ensure we all complied, we had to swap panties on the way back to our table. I put Lucy’s thong in my bag, and gave her mine.

Another round of drinks, and we were whispering naughty things between us, wondering what the boys would say if they knew.

Derek, one of Tom’s mates, then announced that he was off to another bar where they sometimes have a stripper. All the lads decided this was a good idea, but we girls preferred to stay put (the stripper was female otherwise we would certainly have gone with them).

Off they went, and we carried on drinking and chatting.

The pub was busy but not crowded, and I noticed one of our neighbours, Dominic, at the bar. Being sociable, I called to him and waved a hello. He saw me and grinned, and raised his glass in greeting, but didn’t come over to speak. I didn’t know Dominic very well, we had spoken a few times, he was in his late twenties and I knew that he was still living with his Mum and Dad, and I thought him rather shy, so I wasn’t surprised he declined to join a loud group of girls.

The evening progressed, and more drinks were downed.

Lucy was now quite tipsy, and we all agreed it would be best if she was taken home. Sandra and Belle, my other two friends said they would get a taxi and take Lucy home – they all lived near each other, but in the opposite direction from our house.

Sandra asked if I wanted the taxi to drop me off first and then take them home, but I declined, and said I would walk. Off they went a few minutes later and I was left to finish my drink.

I looked around the bar and noticed Dominic was still there, making his pint last. He saw me looking and smiled, picked up his pint and came to my table.

“Where are your friends, Lynn? Have they left you all alone?

“Yes, Lucy was a bit the worse for wear, so they have taken her home.”

He sat down next to me. “That’s a shame for you, but I have got my car here if you want a lift home.”

It had started to rain, so I was relieved at his offer, and accepted.

“How about one for the road?” He asked, and before I could reply he was off to the bar.

He returned with my drink, and we toasted each other.

Dominic was quite good looking in a boyish short of way, and quite fit – I think he was a car mechanic, or something similar. We chatted about this and that, and then he complemented me on my dress (red, skin tight, above the knee).

“Yes, thank you Dom, it’s my favourite, and looks nicer without a pantie line.” He almost spilled his pint, and I flushed – I had never meant to say that.

“So, no knickers then.” And he laughed, and he looked down and – to my astonishment – ran his hand lightly up my leg and over my dress to my waist.

“Can’t tell.” He whispered in my ear.

I busied myself sipping my drink, and could not think what to say, but I sensed my juices beginning to flow.

“Do you always go out “commando”? Dom quietly asked, and I found myself explaining the girl’s dare before I really thought. I was now definitely wet between the legs.

We finished our drinks and walked out to the car park. Dom was a perfect gentleman and opened the passenger door for me.

He got in and started the engine. “Better put your seat belt on.” I reached around for the belt, and suddenly Dominic reached across me “Let me help you with that”.

His strong hands were on mine as he slowly pulled the belt across me, brushing over my tits. “No bra either!” he laughed.

The car moved off and we drove slowly back to the house. We had to stop at traffic lights, and as we waited his left hand rested on my knee, I felt all tingly and opened my legs a little. His hand moved up to my stocking tops, he paused for a moment, as if waiting for me to clamp my legs together or maybe to slap his hand away, but I didn’t. His hand then continued its journey, and his fingers arrived at my slit, by now sopping wet and open, my dress crumpled up around my thighs.

The lights changed and Dom had to change gear, but his hand soon returned, and he gently probed by pussy. “Mmmm, nice and smooth too!” He had realised that I was shaven.

We arrived at our house with his fingers still exploring me. He stopped and parked the car. I found myself saying “Are you going to come in?”. He didn’t reply, but walked around the car, opened my door and then followed me to the front door.

I found my keys and opened the door, and suddenly we were both inside, the door closed and his tongue down my throat, his hands searching for my treasure again. I couldn’t help myself, I responded to his kiss, locking my mouth on his.

He carried me into the lounge, and we were on the sofa in the dark. His fingers were now working inside me, my juices flowing over them, my legs wide apart for him, as we kissed deeply. “Where’s Tom?” “He went off with his mates to the stripper pub, so he won’t be back for an hour or so.”

He reached across and took my hand, placing on the front of his lap, I could feel his manhood alive inside. I unzipped him, and found his cock, hard and thick in my hand. I curled my hand around it, feeling it grow even more, as pulled on it.

Breaking our kiss, I moved my head down, searching for his bell-end with my lips. I took it between my lips and pushed my head down on to him. I tasted his pre-cum as I let my tongue run over his length, lubricating his cock.

As I pumped my mouth up and down his cock, I felt the zip on my dress being drawn down. I stood up and stepped out of my dress, standing naked before Dominic apart from my hold-ups and shoes in the gloom,

His hands pushed against the inside of my thighs, forcing my legs wide apart and then his lips were on my soaking slit, his tongue probing my pussy. I shuddered at his touch, and pulled his head closer, urging him to lick and suck me more.

Moments later I was on the floor, lying with legs wide open waiting for him to loose his trousers, and then I felt his member pushing at my opening, pushing and entering my dripping cunt. Then, he was fully inside me, and it felt wonderful. I clamped my cunt around his weapon, as he moved in and out, slowly at first then faster. “Oh God, yes.” We locked our mouths tight together, as he fucked me, his hands squeezing my nipples, which were hard and erect for him.

I came, not once but three times before I sensed him tense, and then felt a warm flood inside my womb. It was only then, that I realised I had unprotected sex with another man, and I could conceive his baby.