This is my view, my recollection of what took place.
We're out New Years eve, my wife and I. It's turns midnight, we kiss, then my wife gets a peck off a guy we know. I turn to my left and see this gorgeous young red head looking at me expectantly. Instead of a brief peck she tells me to meet her outside.
Not really wanting to as my wife stood only feet away, I shrug my shoulders. It was then the landlord shouts he's having a lock in.
My wife is already three sheets to the wind, but I'm reasonably ok.
Half an hour later maybe, I see the Red head again and she's nodding her head to the pubs back door. This time I follow her and we end up outside. Immediately she kisses me passionately and I return the kiss. Then with my cock bursting in my trousers, she squats down, undoes my trousers and lowers my boxers.
The blow job. What can I say, it's fucking amazing. Just the best ever and I'm soon fucking her face.
Nearing my orgasm, she stands up, lifts her short skirt and tells me she's not on the pill, but I can fuck her arse.
By then I'm too far gone sexually to refuse any hole, so I put my cock head to her rear opening and thrust in. Her arsehole isn't my first, as not only does my wife occasionally allow me to fuck her there, so did a few of my past girlfriends.
Her arsehol feels simply wonderful around my cock and I grip her long red hair and really begin to fuck her arse. She's moaning like crazy telling me in a great fuck, then she cries out she's cumming. Not orgasmic, but cumming. I'm so into her fucking her by then I didn't notice then, the words she spoke.
Around a minute later fucking her arse for all I'm worth, my cock let's go and I'm pumping every single drop up her tight white bum.
We get ourselves together. I give her my number and take here. She tells me I'm the best fuck she's had in ages and says she'd love to have me visit her at her flat.
Back inside my wife is crashed out with a guy (I didn't know him) trying to slide his fingers inside her knickers. I stop him, invite him outside and he bottles it. Finishing my drink I wake my wife up, say goodbye to the people we know and it's then a younger guy tells me I've been outside with Karen, or should he say Kyle.
Thinking nothing of it, only that he knows I've probably been outside fucking a gorgeous red head, I ignore what he says and walk the mile or so to our home.
New Years day I wake up well before my drunken wife, get myself a brew and look at my phone.
There's a message from Karen. It's says she'd love to have me call round and attached are some pics.
Karen's fully dressed in some pics, then gradually she's got less and less clothing on, until she's down to her knickers and bra. I scroll down to see Karen lay on her bed, no clothing on and sporting a very firm looking small cock.
Now I should have been repulsed. I should have questioned what I'd done sexually with him. I didn't. What I did do, was become incredibly turned on and erect.
The thought that I'd fucked Kyle's tight arsehole, and had him suck me off, only had me wanting more. Not even thinking it through I text back asking him if he could welcome me as Karen to his flat.
Telling my wife I was going out for a walk, she turns over, tells me to shut the door and she's snoring as I walk downstairs.
Karen's flat is immaculate. And it's very well decorated and expensively furnished. She's dressed in a tight black short dress and I'm so hard by the time we enter her lounge.
Three hours I spent in her flat. Three hours in which I discovered many many things sexually about myself and three hours where I learned I'm a truly bisexual man who now adores fucking young cross dressed boys.