If you live in the south of England last night, there was no missing the thunderstorm. I was actually round a mates’ house after a few drinks with him and someone I dated way back when I was at school. She has lived with my friend for years and they’ve been happily together for even longer. I didn’t expect what happened!

After a few drinks, I am really flirty. At 34, I don’t really hold back. We’d started to head to our bedrooms earlier in the evening but I had persuaded my friends’ girlfriend to stay up for one more. When her man was in his bed, inevitably we started talking about the time we dated.

All those missed opportunities - times when we could have fucked but one of us was too shy to initiate it, so it never happened. We actually never saw each other naked back then, let alone fucked!

One thing turned to another - I remarked about how hot she looked in the top she wore (her big tits were practically spilling out!) and how much I missed being so close to her. She said I looked hotter now than when we dated and essentially got me to show her my chest. One thing led to another and we ended up drunkenly wanking each other off, giggling.

The storm was over our heads and the thunder was loud. That, together with alcohol and build up, meant she ended up spread eagled across the table and I was fucking her from behind - hand over her mouth.

When I filled the condom, we went to bed, promising to keep this secret from her boyfriend - one of my best friends. I’m not sure if it’ll happen again…!