I’m (Eileen) writing this was hubby’s permission and support. It is something that happened to me a month or so ago when I went to a conference in Cape Town. I met a young chap there and for the first time in my marriage I was unfaithful. My experiences with this young man did something else, unlocked something in me and since I got back hubby and I have had some amazing sex, now looking for a nice couple or single chap to share the joy we are having with our love life. Hubby (Chris) and I got married in 1975, when I was 20, Chris was 24. We had kids, they got married and we are now grandparents, for ten years we have lived in our big house. I have to admit sex wasn’t a big item in our lives, two or three times a month, always me pushing Chris. Trouble was that he is overweight and I have lost weight, got my figure back, healthy diet and exercise at the gym. With my figure back I was able to wear fashionable clothes and had always wanted to wear smart business suits with shorter skirts, expensive but good quality tights, high heels. That was when I discovered I was fancied by a young chap (Lester) at work. I was old enough to be his mum but did enjoy the compliments, the flirting, the lunchtime drinks we had every Friday at a country pub near the office. Then Chris went off to the Algarve with his golfing friends for a long weekend and when Lester heard I was a golfing widow asked me out to dinner. I said ‘no’ at first but gave in, agreeing to meet him at the restaurant, wearing my little black dress, some lacey stop stockings and high heels. It was a lovely meal and when we were ready to go Lester said he’d drop me back at home. In the car my skirt did reveal my stocking tops and I admit I did nothing to stop Lester stroking them. We started to snog, it was a wonderful feeling, I felt very excited, wanting more so did nothing when Lester put his hand inside my skirt, then inside my knickers, his fingers inside my quimm, stroking my clitoris, I was ready for taking but then my guilt kicked in and I brought it all to an end, Lester as frustrated as me, asking me to suck him off. I said I’d suck him but didn’t want him to cum in my mouth and when I felt him about to shoot, took him out of my mouth closed my lips and let him shoot all over my face and neck. He licked his cum, we snogged some more then I got out and went indoors. He had such a lovely cock, long and hard, I thought about it for days afterwards, torn between staying faithful to Chris and enjoying myself, having some fun at a time when hubby wasn’t too interested in sex. A month later I’m in Cape Town, one of five from work at a conference, arriving on the Saturday, returning to the UK on the Thursday. I’m standing in a queue waiting to get my delegate pack and badge. The guy in front starts chatting. He’s American, 30’s, good looking, tall, very friendly. We discover we are in three of the dozen or so breakouts. On Monday I see him in the first of the breakouts and we chat. His name is James, asks if I have any plans for an evening meal. No, all of us from work have eaten together Saturday and Sunday nights but no plans were made for Monday. I put on one of the summery dresses I have brought. It’s tight fitting and short but then I tell myself I have the legs for it, thanks to my diet. I put on matching bra and knickers, too warm for tights, plus high heels. I meet James at 8 in the hotel foyer and despite warnings of muggings we go out to a restaurant, catching a cab. The evening is just great, James gives me his life story, pictures of his wife, I give him my life story, a very old picture of Chris. We get back a few hours later, James suggesting we go to the beach. I take off my high heels and we walk cross the sand to the water’s edge, James slips his arm around my waist and I slip mine around his. A few minutes later and we are kissing. We walk back to the hotel. I say nothing as we get to the lifts, walk in and accompany James to his room. He pours us large glasses of red wine but we are not on parade and within a few minutes we are kissing. I feel him unzip my dress. I pull it off my shoulders and James takes in my bra and knickers, pulls me close and we snog very passionately, his tongue down my throat. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his slacks, they fall away, he steps clear, and eases his boxer shorts down. His cock is massive, looks twice the length of hubby’s, longer than Lester’s, thicker too. I drop my head and lick the head, then take it in my mouth. It feels like I’ve got a tennis ball in my mouth but it feels so exciting, so sexy, the taste of James’ cock is so salty. I open my jaw wider to slide further of the amazing length into my mouth, squeezing his hairy balls as I do. Then he pulls out, brings me up and we kiss. He lifts me off my feet and drops me slowly onto the bed, sliding my knickers off as he does. He opens my legs wide, slipping my bra staps off my shoulders, me unclipping at the back, throwing the bra away. James leans forward and sucks one nipple, then the other. They are so sensitive, I give out a little gasp as he sucks. Then I orgasm, a squirt of quimm juice landing on the bed. Then he stops and he’s guiding his cock head towards my quimm. I feel it slide in, give out another little ‘wow!’, clasp my hands around his neck, parting my legs as far apart as I can. Slowly he eases the first three inches in, once again I gasp, then the next two inches and I can now feel it. Has he put a wine bottle up there? His cock is so long and so fat I’m on the edge again, about to orgasm in ecstasy. Then he moves in, then out. Slowly, with each thrust his manhood goes in further another inch or so. The ecstasy is great I am in danger of passing out, I feel so limp, then I suddenly orgasm, once, twice, three times, letting out a series of ‘Oh my God’ and ‘Jesus, that is so good!’ and ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop!’ A few minutes later and I hear myself being very potty mouthed, ‘Fuck me, fuck me, come on, come on, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!’ James knows what he is doing and he slowly increases the speed of his thrusts and I go off into a nirvana as my mind becomes streaks of blacks and yellows, his mouth kissing my nipples, his teeth biting hard. It could have been a minute, it could have been an hour, but I hear James yell ‘Yes!’, he freezes, and a second later I feel his cock shake inside me, two, three, four times, and a second or so later I feel the heat of his cum spread out across my stomach from my belly button downwards and out to my hips. He drops his head and we kiss very passionately. And that’s it. James goes limp, gets up, I get up, slip on my knickers to soak up his cum, then my bra, my dress and I’m gone. My colleagues asked what I got up to. I lied, didn’t want them to know my business. At the next breakout James asks if he could see me Wednesday, I’m out with my colleagues I say. When I get back I spend twenty minutes wondering whether to call James. I do and go to his room, we make love, and as he says ‘that was one darn good fuck!’ Back home I’m very horny and want sex with hubby. It doesn’t take him long to notice the bites James has left on my boobs. Chris isn’t too pleased then I tell him the full story from Lester to James and he looks very pleased, calls me his slut wife, his wife whore. Cut a long story short, he and I have the best sex we’ve had in years, I tell him James’s cum is still inside my quimm, Chris wants to leave his seed over the other guy’s. I’m not complaining and go potty mouthed again with lots of ‘fuck me’s!’ A few days later and both of us are looking on the Internet for sexy couples and single chaps. We haven’t found anyone yet, lots of replies to our advert but not anyone we want to meet. But I have fucked Lester, with hubby’s permission, returning home with my quimm full of his spunk - turning on hubby alarmingly!