Ex-wife recollections aged 25-30

Her 25th birthday party…. Most people have gone, it’s past midnight, but Keith is lingering, so much so that he is the last to leave, except that he doesn’t. I’ve had too much to drink, slumped on an armchair and they must think I’m asleep because they are too close for comfort on the sofa. Whispering. Then not whispering, but kissing. I’ve seen her kiss a few men before, at parties, the wine affects her, so no need to panic. Except that this is not a standing-up kiss while dancing, it’s a long lingering kiss accompanied by the rustling of her dress as his hand disappears beneath the folds and she no longer kisses but lays her head back and her eyes close and her lips part and her legs open just wide enough and I know, even in the dim light, I just know that her sweet ginger pussy is being fondled and fingered and softly stroked and it isn’t long before I hear whispering again and they rise and go towards the kitchen and close the door behind them and with my ear to the door I hear her moan and I wank perversely as I wonder is she being fingered again or maybe even fucked, feeling a cock that isn’t mine, and then oh maybe 15 minutes later I hear them giggle and know it is time to return to the chair where I sleep and pretend this never happened.