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It gets close to midnight and as we slow dance while softly kissing he whispers to me that he needs to be inside me.

We leave the dance floor as we can no longer keep our hands off each other and we’re both feeling far too tipsy.

I walk to the bar and order a double vodka and Red bull and as I look at the back of the bar into the long mirror I see that I'm not alone.

I feel him moving us carefully backwards but doesn't break our kiss.

The kids and our hectic lives have meant that we have both let that part out of lives fade.

We’ve just become a boring married couple but tonight it’s more like we are teenagers again.

At first, it’s silly and embarrassing, dancing to make the other laugh but before we know it, it becomes slow and sensual. His hands are massaging my lower back and mine are around his neck.

I feel his breath against my ear and his already impressive bulge rubbing against me. His fingers start to trace where he should feel panties or even a thong but there's nothing there.