After our family party, I was a little tipsy and stumbled into my son's room by mistake, thinking it was my husband's. The room was dark, and I was dressed to seduce, feeling naughty. I climbed onto the bed, eager for a wild night, not noticing my mistake. I started to tease, showing off, whispering how long it had been. The man in the bed had a much larger member; I thought my husband must've taken a special pill. I kissed him, thinking he was my husband, telling him how much I loved him, how I needed this. The realization hit too late, but the pleasure was intense, leaving me with a naughty secret, mixed feelings, and the risk of ovulation.