I am writing this to get it out of my system.. I suppose I'm hoping it will make me feel better. I'm Hanna in 31 and married to my husband Ken who I love very much. We have a so so sex life, by that I mean we have sex a few times a month but nothing great. We even tried swinging and swapped a couple of times but it didn't do anything for our sex life. This drives me mad so I usually have to satisfy myself if you know what I mean. Around a month ago my husband and I went for a night out with Ken's best friend. Ken can be very annoying and arrogant and we usually end up having to come home early becouse he got into an argument. I have been told I'm attractive and quite often the arguments start becouse someone (usually drunk) starts chatting to me and flirting which I love but drives Ken mad. Last month was no exception. We ended up in a club, it wasn't very busy and before long I was chatting to a few guys including one lad (Paul) who was huge, I mean well over 6' and build like a mountain. Ken knew him and hated him. Apparently Paul bullied Ken in school and Ken has never forgotten it. The guy was being very nice and I got the impression that he regretted the way he behaved but Ken wouldn't let it go and becouse he was drunk thought he could fight the world. Before long Ken was being escorted from the club by the bouncers. I followed along with this huge lad. I took Ken to a taxi and hoped that would be that but Paul arrived and tried to shake Ken's hand. Ken turned and punched him as hard as he could, which considering he is only 5'5" and skinny as a rake wasn't very hard. Paul stepped back and laughed which drove Ken mad so he swung for him again, and again caught Paul in the face. The fight was over in seconds, Paul hit ken once which sent him into his backside. Immediate Paul apologised to me which was silly becouse it wasn't his fault. I was upset and remember screaming at Ken for being so stupid. Ken's best friend helped me to get him in the taxi and then got in. I wasn't going to let Ken's behaviour spoil my night out so told them to go home and I stormed off. The taxi went and I returned to see if Paul was ok. He had blood on his face, I offered him a hanky but he told me he lived in the flats close to the club. I am sure he could have looked after himself but I felt so bad I told him I would walk him home and get a taxi from there. We arrived at his place and becouse I still felt bad and was worried about Paul ( even though he was laughing about it all) I went with him to he flat. Once inside I got a towel and soaked it and placed it on his face which wasn't as bad as I had thought and we soon got rid of the blood. His kitchen was tiny and there was barely enough room for the two of us. We laughed about it all and Paul was sweet. He told me how pretty I was and that Ken was a lucky guy. becouse I'm, only about 5' 4" ish Paul towered over me. He told me I had blood on my shoulder so he went to wipe it off. The shoulder strap on my dress fell down and I noticed Paul sneaking a glance at my cleavage. He told me there was blood on the other side as well and wiped that shoulder causing that strap to fall. We were so close that the back of my hand brushed a huge bulge in his jeans a few times. Neither of us said anything, Paul gently pulled at my straps but they wouldn't go down any more so I unclipped the back of the dress. I suppose I was giving him the ok to go further. Paul did the rest and my dress dropped to the floor. I haven't got very big breasts so don't always wear a bra. Paul was so gentle, he caressed my breasts and squeezed my nipples. This was sending me well on my way. I unzipped his jeans and pulled out a very impressive cock. I didn't think twice and in moments I was on my knees taking as much in my mouth as I could. Paul took my head and held me there forcing himself down my throat. I was chocking but the salty pre cum was taking em even closer to cuming. In the end Paul picked me up, carried me to his bedroom, pulled of my knickers and in seconds was gently easing his cock into me. I felt every thrust as my new friend fucked me. It was ecstasy. Paul was so powerful he just had me where ever he wanted me. Ken is happy with just the missionary position but Paul fucked me on my knees, against the wall. At one point he picked me up and impaled me on his cock. I rode him like this was my first fuck whilst he squeezed and sucked my solid and sensitive nipples. And the we came. Paul poured into me and that was enough to make me cum. I thought he would't stop but the more he came the harder my orgasm was. Paul wanted to continue but I could't and had to stop him. We did fuck in the shower when I was trying to clean myself and get rid of the smell of cum but I just let him cum on the floor. I know it should't have happen but it did and I love sex so where's the harm. Now I dream of his cock in me.