Written by karenteedfun
7 Dec 2009
What a Christmas party
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I have been married for 19 years and, until Saturday had only ever had sex with my husband and that wasn't very often. On Saturday something happened which I am sure will change my sex life for ever.
I go to a local fitness club and on Saturday it was our Christmas party - a meal and disco in a local hotel. It was members only so I went on my own but there were about 50 or so of the club there so I knew I would have someone to talk to.
I am normally quite restrained in my dress but had bought a little party dress which I was not at all sure about. It was very short and due to the design I couldn't wear a bra. All I had on was the dress, a black thong and a pair of heels far higher than I would normally wear.
I was a little late arriving and there was only one seat left - at the end of a table of 12. I was sat next to a very good looking guy called Paul who I had never met before but we got on well.
During dessert, I felt his hand touch my thigh through the material of my dress. It felt good and I just let him stroke me gently. A few minutes later, he asked if I wanted to dance. My husband always stays glued to his seat at these kind of things so I jumped at the chance of a boogie with Paul.
I suppose we danced for half an hour or so and then the heels started to take their toll on my feet and I said to Paul that I needed to sit down so I went back to the table and Paul went to the bar to get us a couple of drinks. When he came back, as we chatted, I felt his hand brushing my thigh again. Again, I didn't stop him and this time, he slipped his hand under my dress and caressed my thigh.
It just felt so good and I could feel my pussy getting wet. His hand moved gradually across and soon he was brushing over my pussy through the sheer material of my thong. Of course, it wasn't long before he moved inside my knickers and felt my wet snatch.
He said that, to avoid drinking and driving he had booked a room and asked if I would like to go there. I jumped at the chance and before long, we were climbing the stairs, his arm over my shoulder and delving down inside the top of my flimsly dress. It felt fantastic feeling his firm touch on my breast. By the time we reached the second floor landing, my left tit was out of my dress but I didn't care. I just wanted to be back in his room.
As soon as we walked into the room. he unzipped my dress and helped me out. Here I was, a woman married for 19 years, standing in a strange mans bedroom, with just a thong and a pair of high heels. I felt so sexy.
We sat on the bed and I unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his muscular frame. He caressed my breasts and kissed me gently on each nipple. He stood and lowered his trousers to reveal a huge erection which I grabbed. My husband has a small cock - about 5 inches. This monster must have been at least 8!
I have never enjoyed oral sex with my husband but I just had to kiss Paul's beautiful cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked. It was fabulous.
Naked, he turned back the duvet whilst I dropped my thong and kicked off my shoes. I looked at the clock - it was 10:30 so we had a couple of hours before my taxi was due.
I climbed in next to Paul. He started stroking my body - gently fondling my tits and caressing my pussy and I took his cock in my hand. I just wanted that monster inside me. I rolled over and mounted him, slipping his cock into my wet pussy. He caressed my tits as he started slowly pumping away. It was fabulous and I soon had my first orgasm in years!
We lay there for a while holding each other and I looked the clock. 12:15 so 15 minutes to taxi time. I started rubbing Paul's cock again and he was soon rigid. This time he went on top and fucked me hard like I have never known. It was great.
I quickly dressed and went down to reception where my taxi driver was waiting. Soon I was back at home - back to reality. My husband had gone to bed and was asleep so, with a sore cunt and traces of Paul's spunk dripping, I got into bed.
In the morning, my husband asked if I had had a good time. I said it was ok but nothing special. I have no intention of telling him and he probably wouldn't care anyway. I am meeting Paul this afternoon for another session and having had my fire relit would now like to meet other guys and couples for more fun