Married 34 years to a man with a cock big enough and with enough stamina to pound me to wonderful and frequent orgasms. I love him and he still has that cock, but not the stamina to fuck me hard and deep for long enough at the end to make me come. I've gained less than one stone since we married, but he's gained more than three stone and over the years gradually gave up the sports and other physical activity that let him do me hard, so he comes during our weekly fuck, but I have to bring myself off afterward when he's asleep. A few years ago I came through the 'change' hotter than before and I now need a man to make me come at least twice a week, and more often if I can get it. That's my story up to about a year ago when I confessed my lack of orgasms to my girlfriends when pissed during our weekly 'girl's night out' at one of our local pub. They told me about SH and I started to read the stories. That gave me the courage to actually go on the pull. A few weeks later when we were at the pub and near to getting ready to leave, a younger guy, about early 30s and not bad looking, asked me to dance. I usually refuse, but two G&Ts plus my new found courage let me accept. We stayed on the tiny dance floor for several numbers. The recorded music was mostly slow ones and by second or third one we were in as close as two bodies can get with my arms wrapped around his neck and my head resting on the front of his shoulder. His arms were around my waist and we were mostly just swaying to the music. By the next one we were snogging as his hands kneaded my bum cheeks and I ground my hips against the hard bulge in his crotch. He said, "Let's go out back and find a quiet spot and continue this." I agreed and we stopped by my table to collect my handbag and jacket, and they all grinned as we headed for the back door into the car park. He asked, "Your car or mine? The rear seat of mine is not too big." So we headed to mine and got into the back. I was hot for it and he knew it. We had our tongues down each other's throat in no time. When he ran his hand up between my thighs I readily opened them wide for him. His hand found my panties and he rubbed my groove through my panties with his fingertips. It felt so good I broke the kiss and rolled my head back resting it on the top of the seat back and moaned, "Ah! Yeah! Do it just like that. It feels good." He rubbed faster and I moaned, "Take off my panties and finger me." I raised my hips as he pulled the panties down and off, then spread my legs as wide as I could and leaned back against the seat. He plunged at least two fingers up me, maybe three, and my body jerked in response to his penetration, then my hips started to roll against his fingers. He ravished me with his fingers in a blur of thrusting, and I came with shouts of pleasure. When I came down, I moved so I was lying lengthwise along the seat and opened myself up for him. He knelt on the seat between my wide open legs and pushed his trousers and pants down around his ankles, then plunged a good sized cock in me. I loved the momentary shock of his single thrust penetration, especially when I felt how far up me it went and how tight my pussy was around it. He was stretching me nicely and immediately began stroking his cock in and out in a nice rhythm. I could feel the head of it almost touching my cervix and it felt wonderful. He fucked me for at least five minutes and I fucked him back until I felt myself get close. That's when my moans got louder and closer together. He asked if I was about to come and I told him it was time to pound me hard and fast. He speeded up and thrust more powerfully in me, but it wasn't quite enough so I gasped out, "Pound me! Fuck me harder. Really hard! God, make me come!!" He fucked me as hard as he could and I went over the edge, wailing out an intense come. My hips jerked under him and my tummy muscles clenched hard as my orgasm overwhelmed me - just like when hubby fucked me in our early years. He kept fucking me until I was well into it and then he came, spurting his hot cum deep inside. He was a heavy spunker and as I started to recover, I felt it coming out around his cock and smearing around the rim into my pussy hair. When he pulled out, a goodly portion dribbled out and down onto the seat. At that moment I didn't care that I'd have to clean up the evidence of being fucked by anther man so hubby wouldn't know. He sat up and cleaned his cock with the hem of his vest. Not having any tissues within reach, I asked him to hand me my panties and slipped them on while still lying on my back to prevent any more of his cum from coming out and staining the seat. I would wash them and my pussy at home. He asked if we could do it again and I readily agreed, saying my girlfriends and I were frequently at that pub. We returned inside and I went to the loo and wiped myself, then took some paper towels back and cleaned up the rear seat as best as possible. When I got back to ours, hubby was lying in bed and wanted his weekly 'leg over'. I tried to put him off, but he wouldn't wait, so I had a quick swipe or two down there in the ensuite with some water and a towel. When he entered me I was wet from the cum up inside and he commented that I must be horny as I was already wet for him. I fucked him with more than my usual enthusiasm to feed his illusion. When he came and flooded me with his cum I knew I was safe from discovery. That made me stock the car so in the future I could clean myself up, and the seat if needs be, before returning home. So ended my first fuck in 34 years by another man, and I knew I wasn't going to stop. I would keep hubby happy with his weekly leg over, but would go on the pull and get as much sex elsewhere as I could as opportunity allowed. I will be writing about my other 'adventures' since then if anyone is interested.