Over the years I have fucked a number of other men's wives and let's be frank, you are always pleased that you have taken another man's woman. It's a primal thing I guess. This story is about the first time I had another man's wife, all of 20 years ago only then it wasn't me who fucked her but rather the other way round. I have changed names and some details but the rest is true: The party was in full swing. The formal dinner had taken place and now couples had retired to the two bars in the function suite, which had in turn divided neatly into blokes and wives. Middle aged ladies with too much make-up and sparkly dresses bitched over their gin and tonics to other ladies, few of them attractive; in the bar next door men talked sport and cars over strong beer. Faces were flushed, smoke hung in the air and the noise of conversation was loud and unremitting. This was my introduction to the world of work social functions. I had joined the company after leaving university as a graduate trainee. People of my grade wouldn't have been invited normally but my boss had wangled it. At that point in the evening I almost wished he hadn't. I was between girlfriends, relatively sober and bored. I made my way outside where the air smelled sweet and cool and I sat down and lit a cigarette looking out over the extensive grounds of the country house hotel where we were staying. I unhitched my hired bow tie, removed my hired dinner jacket and drank in lungfuls of clean air. 'Mind if I join you?' I looked round and saw an entirely unremarkable woman in her late 30s standing over me. I had not even noticed her earlier. She stood about 5 7, a brunette, not slim but not fat either. A modest cleavage was just about visible through her evening dress. 'Alice Watson,' she said and extended her hand. I took it, noting the firm but cool grip. She looked better when she smiled although already you could see the lines at the side of her eyes. She was much older than the girls I was used to. 'I got bored so I came out,' I said. 'Me too. Nasty women and boring men - including my husband.' I smiled at that. 'Oh I am sure he is completely pissed with his mates by now. No doubt he will roll in later and demand sex, not that he will do it for very long.' I must have looked shocked. She giggled. 'How old are you?' she asked. '24.' 'Don't treat your wife like this when you get married, darling.' Some of the confidence seemed to leave her a bit. 'Shall we go for a walk in the grounds,' I suggested as much out of sympathy for this woman than anything else, I sensed her pride was hurt a little without really understanding why. We walked and talked. Me about my life and hopes for the future, her about her job as a teacher, her childless marriage and her youth. Even the fact I could talk to her about English literature went down well. Somewhere dark and shady we stopped and we kissed, deeply, her with passion and urgency. I was frightened by this and broke off. 'Look what about your husband? it's not right, him back there..I'm just a junior member of the firm..' 'A junior member with a huge stiffy,' she piped in her high toned accent, which I later discovered she had acquired at a good girls school in an English spa town. She grabbed the front of my crotch and kissed me again, her tongue probing expertly like a snake while her fingers pulled down my zipper and experly extracted my now achingly erect penis from the confines of my M&S boxer shorts. I realised then that she was seducing me and I was not in control. She knelt down in front of me and gave me a long slow suck, far more expert than anything I had received so far. Her lips slid up and down my shaft, licking the tip at just the right spot, her hands cool on my now naked buttocks, lingering on my heavy balls. I didn't last long and soon spurted long streams of semen over her and myself. 'Wow..you needed that honey..' and she laughed as her cool fingers manipulated all of it from my cock.I was gibberring with the strength of the orgasm. We sank to the grass and cuddled. After a while I began to stroke her breasts. To my surprise she unhurriedly pulled her dress down and pushed my head down onto her breasts, demanding I lick and suck her erect nipples. As I did so she growled her pleasure into the night sky and my hands crept up her dress, enjoying the feel of bare flesh above her stocking tops. Her pussy was sodden when I reached it, my fingers sliding in. She ground against my hand with an intensity that shocked me, imploring me all the while to bite and chew her nipples. She came with a loud almost primal cry of joy. I peeled down her soaking knickers and quickly entered her. I pounded into her, thrusting with long searing, urgent strokes. This was so different from the sex I had had previously, this was primitive fucking. Part of me realised this was losing my real virginity although I had had sex many times. This was sex red in tooth and claw with a mature woman in her prime. On the way back to the hotel, we had sex again against a wall at the rear of the buildings, her legs wrapped around me, hugging each other close as our good orgasms overtook us. We shared a cigarette and parted as friends. 'I just need some excitement in my life,' she said as we kissed. We never had sex again but met often and easily at work functions when partners were invited. Never any show of shame or a display that anyone would catch on to. Did her husband know? I think he might have done but I simply don't know. His wife remains one of my top fucks, maybe the top. I bet he never knew what he was missing.