About a month ago, my husband and I were at a wedding dance. I was wearing a slinky dress and heels. I have a 34C chest and the dress had considerable cleavage. My husband was definitely looking. The bride and groom were in thier early twenties, about 10 years younger than us.
Most of their friends were about the same age, so there were some great looking guys there with testosterone on overdrive. I knew my husband had stepped outside to have a cigar with a couple of other guys. A slow dance came up and a 20 something guy I had flirted with at the bar earlier in the evening asked me to dance. He didn't take his eyes off my cleavage when he asked me. Anyway the dance was slow, the lights dim, and I let him slide his hand up to my breasts. Within a few seconds of the start of the song, he was fondling my tits while I had both arms around his neck. He was panting by the end of the song, I was very turned on, but I have too good a thing at home to mess it up. I thanked him for the dance, left him standing there. I found my husband five minutes later, and suggested we leave. He got a surprise blow job in the car on the way home, much to his delight. He asked why and I told him how the younger guy felt me up. He was instantly hard again! He mentioned that I should write this story in to your site as he reads it every day and then comes to bed hungry (giggle). I choose this picture to send along with it as it seems like I am thinking of that guy. I am now! - Vanessa