I got married nearly three years ago; I wasn't very experienced sexually, but we had lots of fun in bed. I was happy with what we had. I have a girlfriend who I go out with occasionally. One weekend, my husband went to watch football with his mates and they planned to stay overnight. I was a little upset at the thought of spending a weekend alone, so I arranged to go out with my friend. We had a few drinks, and then moved onto a club. We were both drunk and in high spirits. I went to the bathroom and came back to find my friend chatting to a couple of guys. It turned out they were staying at a local hotel and we ended up back in their room. I knew I shouldn't have been there, but we were having so much fun. We all ended up naked and having sex; the guys were really fit and well endowed, much bigger than my husband. We had more sex the next morning before leaving; my friend got their phone numbers and I think we are both up for another meeting. I don't intend to tell my husband; he would kill me, but I can't wait to see them again. During sex with him, I keep thinking of these guys and how fulfilled I felt.
— Paige, 28