I'd been chatting to this fella on the net for a few months. Both of us were married but for a number of reasons had little,if any, sex life at home. my huband had tried for ages when we were first together to get me into going withother guys, as he and his frst wife had been into swinging, but it had never held any thrill for me and wasn't what I'd been brought up to. Anyway, for a couple of years my husband had chatted to people he'd met on the net, both men and women. Finally I bucked up courage and put myself out on the net and shortly aftwards, I got a reply from G. Middle aged like me we seemed to get on well during our chats. A couple of months after we'd started I was on the net late one night, abit squiffy as we'd been out for dinner and a few drinks. I'd been on only a couple of minutes when G IM'd me and we started chatting in our normal way. After abit the chat from G started getting abit racy, whether it was the booze or whatever I started playing along, and to cut a long story short I was soon indulging in my first ever bout of cybersex! After that first time,it would happen once or twice a week. On those occassions we'd come online late, when our families had turned in. We'd chat abit then get down to it. Son G was trying to arrange a meeting but I reisted for the same reasons as when my husbandhadtried to get me into that sort of extra marital sexual behaviour. About three months after we'd started having cybersex, we were online late both of us were incredibley hot and for some reason this time when G asked if we could meet, I only paused briefly before I found myself agreeing! The week before the arrangec date I found myself feeling a mixture of guilt, nervousness and excitement. The day dawned, my family were all out doing their own thing, with none being back until late in the evening. Alone, I had a leisurely bath and washed my hair, then scented and clean I chose a simple outfit of dress, slip and halfcup bra with matching briefs. A pair of heeled slingbacks completed the outfit. picking up my bag and coat I went out to y carand nervously set off to the rendevous, a small country pub in a village roughly the same distance from where we both lived. Entering the carpark I felt a tingle inside as I identified his car parked amongst some others. I parked up and, after locking my car went into the quaint pub. He was obviously waiting for me, as soon as I had entered he stood and came over to meet me. He was very like his photos he'd e-mailed me and greeted me with a nice smile, leading me to teh table before going and getting me a drink, which I'll admit I drank somewhat quickly. We got on well together and were soon chatting like old friends. we had a couple of more drinks and chatted before Irose and, excusing myself went and found the powderoom, I did my business freshened u and was just leaving when I saw two wall mounted machines near the door. One was the usual sort found in a lades toilet whilstthe other.. well the ther was more useful to men if you understand my meaning!! Nothing had been mentioned about that sort of thing but I decided that it was better to be safe than sorry, getting the necessary coins from my purse I put them into the slot and wasrewarded by a sound of something dropping and a box dropping into the tray Quickly I took the packet of three condoms from the drawer and put them into my bag. before returning to G in the bar. Weboth had another drink then G asked what I wanted to do next? go for a drive, stay where we were or move on somewhere else. I left the choice to him, G elected to move on and I followed him out into the car park. G invited me into his car, promising to return me to my car when the time came and I accepted as I settled in G leant towards me and for therst time in twenty odd years I felt a man, other than my husband's lips on mine not only on mine but me responding,allowing his tongue between my lips and greeting it with my own. We necked and petted for awhile before G pulled back, and asked me what I wanted to do explaining that we could go for a drive and try to find somewhere to stop, or that a few miles down the motorway there was a travelodge motel. I selected the second choice and we set off South on the M6. Ten minutes later we came off themotorway nto a service station where the motel was situated. G pulled up and I waited in thecar my stomache turning over with nerves whilst G made the necessary arrangements. Shortly afterwards he came backto the car and after letting me out from the car led me over to the motel and the block of rooms. G unlocked the door and allowed me to enter before moving to join me in the room. It was furnished with a bed, dresser with coffee and tea making facilities, an on-suit bathroom , TV, small coffee table and an easy chair G turned on the radio in the bed's headboard and joined me in the chair. Once more I felt this man's lips on my own, my tongue fencing with his, as our necking got hotter and hotter. We moved over to the bed where I let G remove my dress and slip whilst I removed his shirt and slacks as we sprawled together kissing and nibbling on each others face and neck I reminded him in a whisper about marking me, then groaned as his mouth slipped down to my breast which hehad soon released from my bra which he removed letting it fall to the floor where shortly afterwards his boxers joined them. We continued necking and I thrilled at the feel of another man's body rubbing against mine, and another man's hardness in my hand. Soon I was naked, as was G, my nipples were erect as I lay watching as he retrieved his slacks from the floor and extracted a condom from one of the pockets. I helped him to put it on before laying back down and watching as he positioned himself over me. He leant forward, his lips finding mine once more as my right hand reached for him, lining his maleness with my moist openning and groaning deeply as I felt it touchmy outer lips, which stretched to admit its bulbous head into my welcoming body until we lay, pelvis to pelvis our pubic hair entwined, savouring the feelings that sparked through our bodies before G began to move up and down and I matched his thrusts with my own locking my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. I cannot describe the feelings coursing through my body as I let this first man in twenty years, other than my husband, pump his manhood up and down in me until I felt it begin thicken even more as it began to throb and I pulled G deep inside me moaning, as I felt him ramming home, his cock throbbing as it spurted it's thick white climax into my body, the thin rubber of G's condom stopping it from filling my eager womanhood as I too began to climax thrustingup from where G had pinned me, and meeting his still spurting erection. We lay relaxing for awhile, G made us coffee and we both got into the bed to drink our drink and unwind from the sexual tension. Before we left the motel some hours later, G and I fucked twice more. On reaching the pub carpark where I was to retrieve my car, I knelt between G's thighs sucking on his again hardened cock as I took his juices down into my body. we kissed and then parted and I drove back to the home my family and I shared, already thinking of mine and G's next meeting