Years ago, just before I met my husband, I went out with a friend of mine, the guy she had married just weeks earlier and another couple.

We went to this bar where they seated us at a booth for four — and without thinking, I slid into the inside seat on the left and her new husband slid in beside me. I immediately offered to get up, but the waiter came with another chair for the end of the table and she said she was fine with it.

A few minutes later I got a chill when I felt his left hand on my thigh just below my skirt and moving steadily upward. I never wore panties under a skirt back then, so when he got to the top of my thigh, all he found was my pussy — still with a full bush back then and already wet from the naughtiness of the situation.

The bar was loud and dark and his wife was wasted, so she didn’t even notice her husband was pleasuring me under the table within arm’s length of her. He slipped a finger inside me for a minute and then moved to my clit where he started rubbing and occasionally pinching it lightly between his fingers.

I instinctively started moving my hips the way I always did when someone was paying attention to my clit. But I eventually felt an orgasm coming and I moved abruptly to make him stop.

When he took his hand off my pussy, I could see his fingers glistening from how wet I’d been. Then after he picked up his beer and sat it back down, I could see a wet fingerprint on the bottle. That was all I could stand.

I excused myself from the table and waited in line for the little single bathroom the place had. Then with the door locked behind me, I rubbed myself a few times and squirted — a rarity for me — all over the tiny bathroom. I orgasmed for what seemed like forever, and before I got up, I thought about how weird it would have been if I had came at the table. I would have squirted all over myself and possibly the couple across from me.

I had told the guy’s wife to switch seats with me when I got up, and when I got back to the table, I could tell her husband was doing the same thing with her — using the same hand that was coated with a thing layer of me.