A Moment of Weakness

I never thought I'd admit this to anyone, not even myself until now. It was last month during a weekend getaway with my wife. We were out late, too much champagne, and we ended up at this tiny club where the lights are dim and it's all about anonymity. She whispered something dirty in my ear that made me hard instantly. Next thing I know, I'm grabbing her hips on the dance floor while she slides back against me, grinding right there to make us both moan loudly. Her hand slips under my shirt, squeezing me through my boxers. The heat of her body was driving me crazy. We were so lost in each other that we almost didn't care who saw us. It felt wrong and right at the same time.