I met her in a pub I frequent on Friday nights - the night of the week when my favorite type of playmates are there on the pull: the unmarried and unattached ones, the girlfriends on their 'girl's night out', and the married ones whose husbands are away. It was a couple of months ago, and she was there alone, nursing a drink at a small out of the way table, looking shy and a bit sad. I had noticed her when she first walked in and got a good look at her figure as she took off her coat and got settled. I saw the ring and knew she was married and she looked to be in her mid-40s. Her face was pleasant, not particularly pretty, but certainly not to plain. Medium height and trim with good legs and a good figure for her a woman her age, with only a few extra pounds distributed nicely. An attractive flair of hips below and a very intriguing jut of what looked like well shaped and firm medium sized breasts above. Altogether a very nice package, the kind that may start out conservatively in bed, but ends up finding herself to be a tiger under the right man. I watched as she nursed her glass of wine for a few minutes to make sure she wasn't waiting for someone. Her far off stare looked like she might be coping with an emotional problem, maybe husband trouble. I'm a bit reserved myself and am not attracted to the flashy party girl types, and I like them to be at least 10 years older than my 31 years, so I carried my glass of wine to her table, introduced myself, and said she looked like she could use someone to talk to or at least someone who might be able to make her forget her troubles for a little while. It's an old pick-up line, but I can deliver it honestly since that's actually what I was sincerely offering with anything more up to her. I stood smiling as she looked me up and down for a moment or two and, as she was deciding if she wanted the company, I said, "We can talk for a few minutes and if you then want me to leave, I'll go with no fuss." She gave a little smile for the first time since walking in, and indicated I could join her. The conversation flowed easily after the first minute or so since women quickly sense I actually like them for themselves. And since I genuinely am interested in what they say, the conversation focuses on them and they find they do most of the talking to a my attentive listening. We must have talked pleasantly for over an hour, she having another glass of wine. She was a bit down because hubby had been away for over a month and had almost two more months before returning from an extended work assignment. She was feeling a bit abandoned as the kids were away on their own, there were no other family close by, and her few girl friends were all married and busy with their own families and work. During the next hour or so with her third glass of wine, we got into more personal areas and I found out she thought she was in a bit of a mid-life crisis regarding her marriage. It's amazing to me what people will tell perfect strangers of their most personal feelings and situations. I guess for her it was a combination of the wine, being with an attentive and non-judgmental listener, and needing to verbalize her feelings and frustration, so she said that, although she loved her husband and had no thought of leaving her marriage, she hinted that after over 20 years with him, she maybe needed something more in bed. Soon realizing the effect of the wine and that she had revealed more than was prudent, she became somewhat embarrassed and rose to leave. I insisted on walking her to her car. As we exited the pub, I gently took her hand and we walked hand in hand to her car. When we got to the driver's side door, she turned to face me, but before she could say anything, I asked if she needed a hug. She looked into my eyes and shyly nodded. I put my hands around her shoulders and gently pulled her close. As I hugged her, I ran my hands gently up and down her back. She put her hands around my waist and hugged me back. After a few seconds, when It was obvious she was enjoying the closeness, I moved my face into the crook of her neck and kissed the bare skin below her ear. She gave a sudden start, then quickly relaxed. We were soon swaying as we hugged and I kissed along her neck below her jaw. When she started rubbing her hands up and down my back as well, I moved mine down over her bum and gently caressed there for a moment or two. When she made no objection, I caressed and rubbed her cheeks through her coat. The mutual hugging was heating up nicely and I pulled my lips away from her neck and slowly move them in towards her mouth. She knew what I was doing, but still closed her eyes and tilted her chin up in invitation. I slowly kissed her, moved my lips away, then back for a second kiss, then repeated giving her short kisses until her lips parted and our mouths came together in a passionate kiss that lasted a long time. We kissed for quite a while and when she finally pulled away, she stared into my face with a mixture of longing and guilt. Before she could say anything, I said, "Let's get in and hug some more", as I opened her door. She hesitated for a few seconds so I continued on, "I want to hold and kiss you in private." She got in behind the wheel and I got in the other side. We came together in a tight hug, again kissing passionately. I had my right arm about her shoulders pulling her into me as we kissed. I slid my left hand around her waist inside her open coat and caressed her right hip and bum cheek. She didn't object. In fact, she deepened her kisses and started rolling her hips a bit. We kissed like that for a while before I slid my hand from her hip up to her breasts and lightly brushed them through her dress. With no objection from her, I caressed them openly, running my hand over one, then the other, rubbing them and tweaking her nipples between my fingers. She was soon moaning softly and more urgently plundering my mouth with her tongue. After caressing her breasts for a minute two, I moved my hand down into her lap and pushed my fingers through the cloth of her dress into the cleft of her legs at the top of her thighs, trying to reach her womanhood. She gave a bit of a lurch in surprise, then moved her legs apart to give me access. I pushed my fingers into her groin through the material of her dress and she moved her legs further apart. I shifted my hand down over her thighs and slipped it under the hem of her dress that had moved up over her knees when she parted her legs. I slid my hand up between her thighs into her groin and ran my fingers up and down her slit through her panties, pushing the material into her groove. She moaned and moved her hips forward to the edge of the seat, giving me even more access. I pushed the gusset of her panties aside, moved my fingers into her wet slit, and plundered her womanhood. As I slipped two fingers inside, she started to roll her hips. Her pussy was hot, wet, and slippery, and I explored her with my fingers. She rolled her hips with more urgency and started to groan with passion as I fingered her while rubbing her clit with my thumb, all the while kissing her passionately as she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. She was gasping and groaning n reaction to being finger fucked. Her hips were starting to jerk against my hand as she got closer and closer to release. Suddenly, her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her hips shuddered and her abdomen trembled. I continued to finger her as she worked through a strong climax. When finished, she slumped back against the car seat with closed eyes and a slack mouth. I waited as she recovered, then said in a low voice, "Drive us to yours and let me pleasure you some more." She nodded, adjusted her clothing, and was silent as she drove us there. Once inside the entrance foyer, she was somewhat at a loss what to do, so I had her take us to their bedroom. She was reluctant at first, wanting to use the spare room, but I gently urged her inside where I slowly undressed her with plenty of kisses between the unbuttoning and the unzipping and the delicious removals of her clothing that revealed she had a very fine body. Along the way, my fingers and mouth probed and licked, ratcheting up her passion. As she stood there fully naked, she watched with great interest as I quickly shucked my clothing to reveal a thick, 8 inch black cock as I walked into her embrace. As we hugged tightly, my rampant cock slipping into to 'V' at the top of her thighs. As we kissed and pushed our hips together, my cock to slid along her wet groove. She soon moaned to me, "Make love to me now. I need to feel you between my legs." I led to the middle of the bed on her back. She raised her knees and opened her legs wide for me. I knelt between them and gazed at her fully exposed, lightly haired groin with the entrance to her pussy round and fully open from my fingering. Her sex was beautiful to behold and my hard cock twitched in appreciation. I lowered myself and entered slowly, letting her get used to my size by pausing for a few moments between each advance and partial withdrawal until I was fully up her. I gave her a few full thrusts, then paused while I asked if she was alright, She immediately responded, "Yes, it feels wonderful, Keep going." I settled my hands under her shoulders, cradled her head in my hands, and we kissed as we fucked at a moderate pace for several minutes, enjoying the feel of soft flesh on soft flesh and hard flesh within hot flesh. After a while, her hip movements became more urgent and I gradually sped up my thrusting. We climbed the plateau of passion and the sound of our groins slapping against each other soon filled the room. Sensing she was getting very close, I went into the rapid short strokes and within seconds she cried out in passion, "I'm coming! You're making me come! God, it feels wonderful!" She had a long climax punctuated by a steady stream of gasps each time my cock thrust home. Her body shuddered as she worked through her orgasm as I continued stroking my cock in her. When she was finished, her body fully relaxed beneath me and we cuddled and kissed with me slowly moving my cock in her still throbbing pussy. I gave her a short respite, then slowly sped up, thrusting my cock up her with increasing urgency. She quickly responded with re-ignited passion. I quickly fucked her to another climax. I listened with satisfaction to her cries of completion and felt her pussy convulse around my cock as her body again shuddered and trembled through her orgasm. Her body soon sagged beneath mine when she was finished. I repeated that cycle several more times, giving her a series of serial climaxes. During the last one I bellowed out my own come. My hips bucked savagely against her bucking groin as we enjoyed a mutual orgasm. After finishing, I remained on her, my cock slowly fucking her pussy until it softened and fell out. I rolled off and we lay side by side, our arms and legs entangled as we cuddled and kissed in post-orgasmic delight. We rested for about half an hour, then she climbed on top and slowly impaled herself on my rejuvenated cock. She rode me to two successive climaxes, crying out her orgasm each time. I loved the way she was highly verbal when coming and she told me that was her first time uttering anything other than low moans to mark her passion. At her insistence, I stayed the rest of the night. We slept a bit between passionate sessions, alternating positions as it suited her. She became insatiable, needing to be fucked hard and often, and it was obvious she was experiencing a sexual mid-life crisis that was transforming her from a prim and proper wife into a sexually alive and vibrant lover. She fucked me with abandon, demanding and taking her pleasure, as she later told me, on a level beyond her wildest dreams. She was giddy with delight at her sexual awakening, and I was very appreciative of sharing it with her, helping her come numerous times during which her pussy sucked several more orgasms out of me. I was able to stay with her most of the next morning. We didn't get out of bed until just before lunch time. both of us thoroughly fucked out at last. I attributed our stamina to that absolutely fantastic feeling one experiences when having a new sexual partner for the first time. Our last session was from the rear with her bum in the air, and it was all for me. I savaged her pussy with hard and deep thrusts with no thought for her. I came with shouts of climax and flooded her pussy with my cum before slumping my upper body onto her back, panting loudly. She collapsed beneath me onto the mattress and I lay on her back recovering my breath. When we cuddled afterward, I apologized for fucking her without any consideration for her pleasure. She laughed as she said she loved me taking her like that after a long night of fucking. She said she had never experienced such intense erotic passion before and thanked me for showing her the way. I reluctantly left after a final goodbye fuck, spontaneously taking her on the lounge floor, me fully clothed, as we made our way to kiss goodbye in the entrance foyer. Afterward, I re-adjusted my clothing and left. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time the next two months in bed with her, enjoying the new sexual woman she had become. If anyone is interested, I'll relate what happened after her husband returned home.