First of all, I have to tell you, I never intended for any of this to happen. I fell in love, got married and then my husband got busy with work and took a position in a remote office and we started only seeing each other every other weekend.

I got bored.

I worked in a gym but one day I was approached by a handsome gentleman who asked if I had every done any modeling. Flattered, I hesitated, but eventually said “no” which was true.

He handed his card to me and told me to give him a call if I wanted to try it.

I didn’t call it. In fact I forgot about it completely.

The one day the stars aligned. My husband called saying he wouldn’t make it home this weekend and within the same hour, the card fell out of my purse and on the kitchen counter. Right then I decided to call the number on the card.

We agreed on a date and I showed up, not sure what to expect.

They gave me an absurd costume, I paraded around in that for 45 minutes while they took pictures and that was it.

Seems insignificant, right? But for the first time in a long time, I felt very sexy.

All in all, it was a good experience. And it paid well. After we were done, he asked if I wanted to come back for another photoshoot, but it would be an underwear shoot.

“Wasn’t this an underwear shoot?” I asked. “Sort of, yes” he agreed “it will be similar”.

At the next photoshoot, I wore the underwear they assigned to me and posed as last time.

It was only when the whole photoshoot was over that I noticed this underwear was a little more revealing than I thought at first.

They sent me some of the photos and that night I masturbated to the photos of myself!

Months later, my husband said he was going on a conference and that I would be able to join him in this luxury hotel!

Awesome!

Oh, I was sooo looking forward to this for weeks. When the day finally came, I found that my husband was away all day and when he came back in the evening he was tired and went to bed. So I was left to my own devices.

This is when I decided to get day-drunk at the spa.

A couple of the other women hanging around the pool were tanning topless and thats why I figured, why not! I went topless as well.

One difference, though. I was drunk and I was not tanning but in the hot tub.

Soon joined by some dude who felt it was his duty to make sure my glass was always full while encouraging me to drink it.

I got very drunk and had a lot of fun.

It was obvious to everyone but me what this guy wanted. Of course thats what he wanted and thats what he got eventually. We were flirting. I was topless. We were wet. Drunk.

Naturally at one point he managed to “seduce” me and we drank and fucked right in the hot tub.

I don’t know how many people saw us. I didn’t notice. I don’t think it was a lot because the hot tub was a bit secluded.

After this happened, I had something of a bad conscience to my husband. But the thought of this experience also made me horny as hell. It was really pure horniness.

But I didn’t want to do it again. Not really. And I didn’t really do it on purpose. It was sort of an accident. Not planned. But what a wonderful accident.

Months later, I was home alone and got a bit day-drunk before my personal trainer came to our house. My husband was away on business as usual.

It was a new trainer this time. Just my type.

I thought about how it would be to fuck him. Just for a moment. Then I let it go. And we started the workout.

This trainer was a bit different than what I was used to, though. He was a bit handsy.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t fix it when my leotard rode up a little during the workout.

That’s when a terrible accident happened!!

He was helping me stretch after the workout and then the buttons in the leotard snapped and it jumped open. He was spreading my legs and there was no way to pretend this didn’t happen.

It was my fault. And I could see he got uncomfortable immediately. Also physically. He had a big boner.

Then we played a little game. Like we were not insanely attracted to each other.

“Oh, you need to fix that?” he asked. “What’s the point now, you’ve seen everything?”

“Sure, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable” he said “So let’s balance it out while we continue”. He then took his clothes off so I would not be the only one exposed. Very thoughtful.

The next few minutes was pure foreplay disguised as stretching.

“Let’s see if you can do a hand stand. Oops” he said, as his cock slipped into my pussy.

Quite a silly remark. Finally he was done playing around. He put me down on the pillow and focused on the inevitable.

Fucking me.

I orgasmed multiple times and he did too. Well just one time.

I didn’t feel too bad afterwards. After all, it had again just been an accident. A wardrobe malfunction and then one thing led to another. Fair game, I guess.