Having confessed to my husband, he has insisted that I share shame. I’m “Alice” (not real name) , 51, married for 26 years and have never been unfaithful.  I had several boyfriends before I met my husband and enjoyed the physical attention I am 5ft 5’   with rather large breasts (36F), now with a bit of a tummy too, curvy, full figure.   My husband works overseas for long periods 3 to 4 months, so I get lonely in my double bed with no man to snuggle into and hold me close.   I resent my husband, for leaving me alone for so long and an increasing for the lack of interest in me physically when he is home. I went out recently with the women from my work, to a bar in the center of Edinburgh.  It was a rare occasion getting out socially.  What to wear was not much of an issue, after all it was just a few drinks with the girls.  I put on a nice modest dress, that came to my knees, the neck line showed a little cleavage.  Underwear, I don’t have what you would call sexy underwear, I had on plain pants, passion killers as my husband would say, black tights, bra, none new and shoes with a heel. I was having a good night, chatting enjoying being out and the company was good.   I noticed a man at the bar looking at me or so I thought.   Nice looking, about 40 6foot and well made.  As the night went on I’m sure he was watching me, then he smiled at me.  I was so happy that a man was taking an interest in me, a younger one at that.  I smiled back. My colleagues were beginning to drift home one by one.  I wanted the night to go on and on, I don’t get that many opportunities to get out.  Finally there was just 2 of us felt.  My frien said she was going and was I OK to get a taxi myself, as we don’t live close.   I said I was would be along right after her   She left and I was getting ready to head for the taxi rank.   As I turned round to leave, the man at the bar appeared with a glass of wine for me. “I hope you’re not leaving too, I have been waiting for the chance to chat with you” “I was actually” but I though why not, would be a nice end to a good night. “I can stay for one last drink” I was red in the face, imagine me getting chatted up at my age.  I felt like a silly school girl and very nervous. He guided me to a seated area in a quieter part of the bar.  Like a true gentleman he let me move into the seats first, placing our drinks on the table.  We started chatting, he took the lead asking what I did, what was the night out for.  Small talk but it was making me relaxed and I was enjoying myself, being the center of a man’s attention.  More wine came for me, so much for one last drink. I sipped at my wine, starting to feel the effects, getting to chatty and animated.  Time to slow down I told myself, don’t embarrass yourself. The conversation got a little more suggestive, asking about my husband, shocked he could leave a beautiful wife all alone for so long and it must be hard for me on my own, implying sexually.  I laughed “His loss” I said.   “Maybe some other man’s luck” he winked.  “No” I laughed, “I’m not that sort of girl.” “Well you’ve got my attention, such a lovely face and eyes and I must say a wonderful chest”. I giggled going bright red and wiggled my chest. He laughed and said, I went in and out in all the right places.   “I’m a little chubby you mean” I said. “No, I love a real full bodied woman much more fun than those stick insects you see” he laughed. “I think you’re so seductive and sexy, I would love to get my wicked way with you” I laughed a little in shock.  Were things getting out of hand? I really should not be here, I should be back home tucked up in my bed.  I got up and squeezed out to go to the ladies, as I squeezed past, I felt his hands on the outside of my thighs.  I weaved my way to the toilet, shocked, did he really just feel me up or was he just helping me out.  In the toilet I kept thinking about him touching me, a quick feel of my bottom by a stranger and I’m getting turned on, desperate or what, I thought. Time to off home quick. I headed back to the seat, telling myself time to go.  I squeezed past him again, no doubt he was feeling me up.  Gave my bottom a real squeeze and rubbed my thighs. “You’re a gorgeous woman” he whispered “that should not be alone to night”   Run my brain screamed, through the excess of wine, another voice said no take the compliment stay a little longer someone appreciates you. As I sat he put his hand on my knee just below the hem of my dress.  I did not remove it, wow what to do now? I just sat.   He slowly, moved his hand up from my knee, talking and looking me in the eye as he did so. I look into his eyes, not hearing a word my mind focused on the strange hand slowly moving under my dress and the effect it was having on me, he slipped it to the inside on my thigh just above my knee.  My reaction should have been to firmly close my legs, take his had away and leave. I just sat not moving, he took this as a green light.  His hand moving higher up, getting higher, thank goodness of tights I thought, still not offering any resistance.  He stopped agonizingly short of my nylon and panty clad pussy.  My goodness I was getting moist.  51, married, with a strangers hand under my dress, inches from my pussy,  what was happening? He suggested we go to the bar in the hotel across the street, as it was quieter and open longer if you’re a resident.  Ok I said weakly as he took his hand away.   He took my arm smiling and chatting as we crossed the road to the hotel.  More wine was ordered, we chatted, no further advances, I relaxed with a strange feeling of disappointment.  It was nearing midnight. “I think it’s time I got a taxi” I said.  Just one more he suggested, I declined, “Think I’ve had more than enough for one night”   “At least join me for a coffee before you go” I agreed “Do they serve coffee I asked?”   “They don’t, we will have one in my room and then I’ll call you a taxi, be much cheaper that way and you won’t have to wait in a queue”   He said it in such a soft but firm way I felt I could not say no. He led me through the reception to the lifts.  He chatted about waiting in long taxi queues and how it could spoil a good night out.  We arrived at his room, I felt the panic rising in me. If I go in that room anything could happen, what if we were seen, what if the hotel send someone up to check, as my  was a spinning, he led me into the room. “How do you like your coffee?” “Oh, black no sugar” “You like black, interesting” he smiled.  I was lost, was he playing games or was I just too drunk.  He was dishy though, I thought. I put my bag down on the dresser and stood with my back to the wall. He filled the kettle and then came to me, put his hands round my waist and kissed me full on the lips. I struggled but had nowhere to move.  He kissed my neck, this can’t be happening, “No please, I can’t” “I can’t help it, you’re just so dam sexy” I could not put up much of a struggle, I was to drunk. His hands were on my thighs rubbing up and down my dress being pushed up. Then I felt a hand on my left breast cupping and squeezing it, then his other hand on my right. His body firm against me, pinning me to the wall, was aware of his stiffening manhood against my tummy.  Still kissing me on the lips and neck, my struggling had stopped, I felt myself give in. I was too drunk to fight, the liberties he was taking with me. A hand moved from my chest, slipping round my back, pulling at the zipper of my dress.  Down it came, I felt his hand slip inside, against my bare skin, the back of my dress peeled open. I gasped as I felt the clasp of my bra go, my heavy breast dropping. “Please no, I can’t I’m married” I said my head going back at the feel on a strong man’s hands on me. He looked into my eyes and said I want you, I want you now.   This can’t be happening, not to me.  His hands slipped down over my shoulders taking my dress and bra straps with them.  My breast spilling out, the front of my dress was down.  He lent back to look at my heavy bare breast, little pink nipples erect. He cupped my naked hanging breasts in each hand. “I love these big tits, now I’m going to fuck you Alice, I know you are desperate for a real man” Oh no! Holding me firmly by the arms, breasts exposed, he pushed me to the bed.  I felt the bed at the back of my legs. He pushed me, I was sitting on the bed he was standing over me his hands returning to my breasts squeezing and pinching them. Kneeling in front of me, his hands were under my dress, on my outer thighs, forcing my dress up and up, forcing it under my bottom, as I sat there shocked and helpless.  Hands on my knees firmly forcing my legs apart, I started to protest , he kissed me on my the lips, a hand slipping up my leg resting firmly against my nylon clad pussy. He pushed me back onto the bed lying beside me, kissing me, his hand rubbing my pussy. I felt it slide up my body, searching out the top of my tights.  I gasped as it slip down under the elastic, down under my pants, I felt his fingers going through my hair, then a finger on my lips, parting them and then pushed into my pussy. I just gasped Moving in and out my neglected body responding, I left my juices start to flow coating his finger as he pleasured me.  His hands dragged my tights and pants down my thighs and off, my untrimmed pussy open to his gaze. He spread my lips apart, looking at my most intimate area and told me he could see I was a desperate woman but I wouldn’t be for much longer. His clothes were off.  I gasped as the large head of his manhood opened me, the head fully penetrated me.  My lips now stretch round his thick heavy shaft. He pushed forward slowly then pulled back a little. I cried out in shock and pain as he then slammed into me in one powerful thrust. Crushing my clit.   He started to thrust in and out satisfying his lust ,I cried out and moaned as the pleasure over took me, his powerful strokes bringing me quickly to an orgasm, something I had rarely experienced. I was panting and moaning my head shaking from side to side in my ecstasy, my heavy breast squashed against his manly chest.  I felt my vagina walls pulsing and contracting round his manhood as my orgasm peaked and my body went into convulsions. “You love this big cock don’t you, you dirty married slut, your’ old man couldn’t give you this could he?” The pounding went on Oh was all I could manage.  Say it he said “I love you fucking me, he can’t do this to me, please don’t stop” I moaned. I was sweating, my breast bouncing in rhythm to the pounding he was giving me.  Then suddenly he arched his back, I felt his cock swell, he plunged into me, grunting in pleasure. I felt the jets of his hot fertile semen pumping into me, coating my unprotected cervix.  His sperm forced into my womb. He lay on top of me, he whispered in my ear “That was an amazing fuck, you are a hot desperate slutty married women”. I felt his cock begin to soften and slip out of me, I felt his semen start to trickle from me.   I lay naked, my skin glowing, flushed down to my breasts, my pussy red, swollen lips and tender , my pubic hair matted in sweat and semen, I had never experienced such sexual pleasure before.   He was not finished in no time he was hard again he put me on all fours on the bed, got behind me parted my legs slightly and slipped a finger in to me, then a second.  The fresh coating of semen made my pussy wet and lubricated.  I felt the tip of his cock part my tender lips, I winced a little, he gripped my hips firmly.  He rocket me back on to his manhood deeper every time, he soon hit my cervix.  Finally I felt his heavy balls touching against my upper thighs, he was fully in me, deeper than my husband could ever hope to manage. He slowly built up his rhythm, pulling me back onto his manhood gripping my dress as if he was riding a horse, I felt the pleasure grow once more in my pussy.  I caught myself in the mirror, my face flushed, my heavy full breasts swinging, my tummy sagging down swinging.  His powerful buttocks pushing in to out and glimpses of his thick shaft disappearing into me then reappearing shinny with my juices.   He started to come, my face was the picture of wanton lust, erupted in me, filling me with more of his hot seed as another orgasm took me to an even higher levels of pleasure. It did not stop there eventually at 3.30am I was in a taxi. When I got in I was too exhausted and I fell asleep on the top of my bed.  I woke at 9:00 sore head from all the wine. I then was aware of the smell of sex, then the dawning of what had happened the night before.  I took my dress off, I had no bra or tights on and my breast were tender with love bits around my nipples.  My, my pants were soaked at the crotch, the smell of fresh semen was overpowering. Semen seeped from my swollen tender pussy.  My inner thighs were covered in dried semen, and my pussy juices. I had a long shower but the smell of sex was still on me. I found my bra and tights stuffed in my bag with a mobile phone number. Back in bed, I slept like a baby my physical tensions and womanly needs fully satisfied. I had to visit the chemist, for the morning after pill, embarrassing experience at my age.  When my husband return a week later I was overcome with guilt and burst into tears telling him what I had done.  He was anger at first demanding every shameful detail, then took me to the bed room stripping me naked examining me then fucked me very hard and made me pleasure him orally something, I don’t like but I had no choice but to give him a blow job and swallow.