I've got to tell this story. It's mental.

So this weekend I finished up on a show I'd been in for a local theatre festival (UK). Four in the cast, including me, a beautiful lead actress, fun & cute second girl as well as a super hot musician.

As soon as the show came down we were immediately on the champagne, a couple of glasses each as we packed up the set.

We then head to the beach for a drink and then have some dinner. I got chatting to super hot musician (let's call her Anne), got her number and an invite to a school disco party at hers (essentially "fancy seeing me dressed as a schoolgirl?").

I need to say at this point that I have been seeing someone and while it's not that serious, I do have that pressure off, no need to try hard attitude which seems to attract beautiful women only when you're already with someone. Pretty much gave me the confidence to get the number.

The evening continues and the girls are getting SO drunk. The shots, disgusting Malay shots at that, are being ordered and the producer (beautiful lead by the name of, say, Amanda) is paying.

We move onto a pub and more drinks ate going down and while I'm in the loo, Amanda has clearly been plotting with Anne to hook us up. Nice. I'm sitting with Amanda and she begins gushing about great I've been to work with, how talented I am. Embarrassing but ego-boosting to say the least. I talk more with Anne across Amanda and Amanda's fingers come up to my neck, playfully teasing my skin with her nails.

By this point Anne is blotto and the director is making his move. "no matter" I think. "I have a girlfriend, the pressure's off"

Time for the club. It falls to me to look after Anne. I'm holding her bag and then her hand as we get to the steps down to the beachfront club. She's so drunk her eyes are closed and I mention this to her. With a concerted effort and my affirmation that her eyes "should definitely be on display" is met with a charmed smile but I suspect it may have gone to waste. Director swoops and the next thing they're kissing at the bar.

"no matter" I think again. "I'm here for a good time without the need for a 'good time'"

There is hardly anyone in this club and Amanda, fun & cute second girl (Becky, married btw), me and producer's boyfriend are in the middle of the floor.

This, you'll be pleased to know, is where it gets interesting. Suddenly Becky's hands are in mine and we're dancing. She comes closer and our foreheads meet. What plays out for around 45 seconds is this supremely erotic moment of two people resisting the urge to kiss, dancing really close, thighs touching, lips within millimetres of each other. Hot hot hot. Then, from nowhere she calls "fuck me" into my ear. We're kissing now, frenching like a couple of horny teens, all the while she's nodding at me wantonly, drunkly, very very drunkly, shouting "fuck me, please fuck me" in my ear. I sober up sharply, well all except my cock which, along with the part of my brain which always thinks fucking is a great idea, clubbed together to ensure we were still rubbing together, me pushing her up against a fire escape.

In a move which I still find hilarious I shake my head, still grinding our bodies together, and assert "I'm not going to fuck you"

This cute married woman is begging me to fuck her and my moralist brain cuts in and I tell her we're going outside for air.

I sit on a picnic bench and she sits on me, loudly continuing on her quest to have me inside her. And I'm reminding her that this is a BAD idea, all the time enjoying turning her on. Somehow we agree that penetration is what constitutes cheating and in an effort to calm her down (??!!) I run my fingers up her thigh to her panties, slide a finger underneath and start to finger her clit and pussy. I figure I'll get her off and she'll lay off.

Not to be. As my hand is on her, under her knickers, Amanda comes out. I take this opportunity to garner some support for my "no sex, you're married" to be net with "bah, you're drunk, go for it". The alcohol, took control at this point and decided for me that Becky and I should IMMEDIATELY go down to the beach and make out,

I took her by the hand and led her to the now truly dark beach. We lay down, made out. She caressed my crotch and grabbed at my dick through my jeans. I pulled off her panties and used my fingers on her. I lost count of the times I rather, out-of-character, forcefully told her to be quiet or I'd stop as I was licking her lips, getting her off with my tongue until she came.

She rolled us over and drunkenly tour at my jeans button, trying to get it open. She succeeded and went straight for my cock. She had it out of my boxers and deep in her mouth almost in one movement and it felt amazing! I noticed a couple of camera flashes but I didn't care. Let them have their fun. She wanked me off with her lips still on me.

We sort of ran out of steam at that moment as the reality of the situation crept in. A married woman, sucking off a guy with a girlfriend, on a beach, with assorted people watching from the sidelines.

We got up, I put my dick away and I walked her to a taxi rank.

I got a text from her this morning apologising and thanking me for being a "perfect gentleman". I think it's stretches the meaning of perfect somewhat but there you are. Real story, real events.

Tl;dr - drunken cast party ends in beach wank. Romantic, huh?