A Good Lady

By all accounts Bailey was a wonderful wife and a fantastic mother.

Well respected by her peers. Her home thrived and so did its inhabitants. That was due in large part to her success at being the homemaker her husband and children needed. This is no small feat for a lady who was also carrying a full-time job, active in PTA, and an avid volunteer in her community.

She relished the life she had created. She had it all. She was living the dream. She had no desires or intentions of ever stepping outside of this world she had created.

Short, petite. Blue eyes and dark hair. Her naturally full lips would draw the attention of the eyes of both men and women every time they'd watch her speak. Slender build, small breasts, but enough of a little bubble butt to make the teenage boys in the neighborhood notice.

She wasn't going to win any modeling contracts, but she was a solid 8.5 and a MILF if there ever was one.

She'd hear men from time to time making comments about her under their breath. She was flattered by their opinions, but definitely not interested in anything more than being the piece of eye candy she was for them.

She had made all the preparations for her husband at home to be successful over the next week as he would being playing single dad while she was on her annual girls trip. Meals were prepped and schedules made. All dad had to do was follow the instructions she laid out for him over the next 7 days and he would be set.

She laid her husband well before she left. Even let him have anal as a special treat to help hold him over until she returned. A week wasn't a long time, but they averaged having sex 2 to 3 times per week, so she wanted a nice send off in the romance department.

The four ladies who made the annual trip had decided on Las Vegas as the destination this year. After 13 years as a tight friend group, they made it a priority to get away from their families and daily routines and just enjoy each other's company and respite from their home lives.

On docket for the week: mimosas by the pool, catching a show or two in the afternoons, dinner and drinks followed by alternating nights of trips to the casino or dancing at local bars and clubs.

The first half of the week had gone off without a hitch. But night four had started out getting a little wild. After probably partaking of a little too much alcohol she and her best friend, Jerica, were in the hotel bathroom getting ready. She stepped out of the shower to find Jerica taking a duck-faced selfie of her freshly done makeup.

Jerica was recently divorced from her emotionally abusive husband and needed this vacation even more than the other women in the group. She was finally single and ready to mingle.

Bailey knew her husband thought Jerica was hot. It was a completely innocent attraction. Neither party would have ever acted on it, but Bailey liked to tease her husband about it to embarrass him. So, having had plenty to drink she saw an opportunity she couldn't pass up. She took out her phone and walked her naked self over to Jerica and said, "let's take a selfie of us kissing so I can mess with John back home and make him jealous that he isn't me."

Jerica agreed and the 2 kissed for the picture. Neither of the pair had a lesbian bone in their body, but this also wasn't the first time they'd kissed. They were best friends and when the alcohol would flow that had a tendency to get very lovey-dovey with each other, but never crossed too far of a line sexually.

Bailey texted her husband the picture with a message that said: I bet you wish you were me right now!!!! Hope things are going great at home. Feel free to use this picture tonight after you put the kids to bed :)"

The pair then met up with the other two ladies to start their evening out on the town.

They found a club just off the strip that played non-stop dance music and women got in cover-free that night so they decided to check it out.

Once inside they found a table close to the bar and ordered drinks before they hit the dance floor. It wasn't long out all before the male patrons started sending multiple drinks to their table.

Jerica and the two other ladies downed their current drinks and headed out to the dance floor. Bailey stayed at the table to take the last 2 shots that had been sent to her.

A young college guy approached the table, egged on by his buddies. His face was average, but his tight shirt showed off his ripped upper body.

"You and me, let's dance!" he said with a smile as he extended out his hand.

Bailey chuckled, "Honey, I'm married and old enough to be your mother!"

"I'll call you mommy if that's what you'd like!" he said confidently. "Come on, my friends are watching and they'll never let me live it down if I have to walk back over alone."

Not wanting this young fellow to have to do the walk of shame back to his friends, she stood and walked with him out to the dance floor. What harm could there be in an innocent dance anyway.

Out on the floor the two began to move in sync, He stood behind her, hand on her waist as their bodies swayed and moved to the beat. At first, close enough that they would only touch occasionally when their rhythms didn't quite align.

But it didn't take long for the two to find a singular rhythm. As they did their bodies moved closer and closer until her back was connected to his front. She could feel his chiseled chest against the back of her head and shoulders. His rock hard abs against her back. His waist hit just above her little bubble butt, in the dimple area of her lower back. The only soft part of his body, at least for the moment, that she could feel was the outline of his flaccid cock grinding against her left ass cheek.

As their dance continued his hands began to wander around her body. She was feeling warm and loose from all the alcohol and it truly didn't register in her mind what his hands were doing. She just knew that everything that was happening felt good. She instinctively began grinding her ass harder and harder against him as their hips gyrated in unison.

She could feel his soft shaft getting harder and harder until it matched the firmness of the rest of his body.

They two continued to dance until the song ended. She quickly told him thanks for the dance and began to walk away. He quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go outside and cool off and get some air."

Bailey was sweaty and hot from the dance and thought the cool dessert air at night would feel great against her skin. So, she agreed and he lead her out the front door and to the side of the building.

"You're an incredible dancer!" he told her as they walked to the outside corner of the building.

"Not too shabby of for an old lady, huh?" she said jokingly.

"You are the hottest 'old lady' I've ever danced with!" he replied. "And your body is absolutely amazing. And your lips look fucking delicious."

Large groups of people were constantly walking by and the two sunk shallowly into the alley beside the building as to not be in the way.

Bailey leaned her back against the building and closed her eyes. The effects of the alcohol had her spinning but she was somehow able to singularly focus on how amazing cool dessert air felt against her flushed face. And then she felt it. A warm rush against her lips. An altogether familial feeling.

A little firm, perhaps even aggressive, but familiar. Her lips naturally accepted his for several seconds without comprehension of what was happening. It wasn't until he parted her lips with his tongue that she became consciously aware of what was happening.

For the first time in over a decade she was kissing a man other than her husband. She instantly began an internal dialogue, likely slowed and muddied by the alcohol.

"What the hell are you doing?" she thought. "This is not okay!"

"I didn't plan on this, and he's kissing me, it's not like I asked for it."

"Yeah, but you are kissing back. And you could walk away."

"But what harm is there in an innocent kiss, I literally sent him a picture of me kissing Jerica early, so it's not that big of a deal. And this feels really good. I haven't felt sexy in a long time, and I feel sexy right now!"

She wasn't sure how long her internal argument had lasted, but by the time she was able to bring the external situation back into focus she realized that he had guided her hand down to his cock.

Her hand caressed and squeezed his hard shaft subconsciously like it was second nature.

"What the fuck am I doing?" she thought to herself.

But she didn't stop. She was already in this moment. She knew it was wrong, but she liked the feeling. She liked, even momentarily, not being the perfect wife and mom. Not being the cookie picture of perfection that her entire world was based around. She missed the old her. The young, hot, carefree version of her that made all the young guys swoon. And what good was being a MILF now if she never got to feel the benefits.

She was committed. And what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?

She continued to tease his cock through his pants getting him more and more worked up.

He reached down, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and took out his rock hard dick.

She turned her back towards the entrance to the alley so it wouldn't be obvious what was happening. She took his cock into her hand. It was average in length and girth, not too different from her husbands. But what instantly stood out as different to her was that it was as hard as a diamond in an ice storm. Her husband still got erections without issue, but his dick was never quite as hard as it was ten years ago. But, this cock, was fucking hard. She squeezed firmly on his shaft and there was no give or flex. She had made this man rock solid and could feel the pulsating throbs of his increasing heart rate through his shaft.

She began to stroke him quickly as the two continued to kiss. His hands began to wander around her body. He groped her tight little ass, nearly picking her up off the ground by it. He took his right hand and tried to go into the front of her waistband. She quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled it out. She definitely wasn't going to cross that line.

He didn't resist her rebuke. Instead, he redirected his hand up her shirt. Her first inclination was to push his hand away again, but having just denied him the pleasure of her MILF pussy, she thought her small breasts an adequate consolation prize.

She continued to stroke his cock as they made out and he fondled her tits beneath her shirt. Within a couple minutes she could feel the recognize build up of his impending orgasm. She moved her body to the side as to not take his load on her clothes.

She continued to stroke him aggressively as he erupted with a massive cum shot. Rope after rope of hot, sticky jizz cannoned from the purple head of his dick painting the wall in front of him. And, despite her best effort, one errant shot of his spunk hit her on her left hip, leaving its mark.

She let him catch his breath momentarily before kissing him on the cheek and telling him to make sure he tells all his buddies about it later that night.

She turned around and walked back into the club to meet up with her friends. When she got inside the girls were ready to go and grab a cab back to the hotel.

The ride back to the hotel she sat there quietly in shame. How could she have done that? She thought she was a great wife and a good mom and a decent human being. She didn't want the experience to change who she was or the reputation she had worked so hard to earn. But could someone good do what she had just done? She was torn.

She laid in bed at the hotel trying to convince herself that she was still the great wife, mom, and person that she was before choosing to make the had early that night.

She promised herself nothing like that would ever happen again. And that since no one else knew and it was a one time event that she should just keep it to herself. When she woke up the next morning she would go back to being the woman she had always been. There was no sense in breaking her husbands heart and shattering the family she built. They at least deserved the peace of never knowing what she had done, even if she had to live with it.