My name is Jean and the tale I am about to tell happened five years ago. But let me set the scene first. I first had sex when I was too young, however it lit my fire and I proceeded to make the most of the fact that, although I wasn't the prettiest or had the best figure, men seemed attracted to me. Until I was eighteen and met the man who became my husband I played the field with great enjoyment, I had a very high sex drive. Then I met Fred, I fell for him and him for me, he was a red-hot lover and we married when I was twenty, he was a couple of years older. The first five years we made love two or three times most days, that certainly suited me! Unsurprisingly over the next five his ardour dimmed a little but we were still having sex most days. It went rapidly downhill after another couple of years then it disappeared altogether. To be fair Fred had a very stressful job and the fact that he was very successful put more pressure on him, unfortunately it meant that, at home he turned into a complete slob. I had a successful job too, we both earned good money, but Fred had never done a lot around the house now he just sat in front of the TV with a beer in his hand and did nothing at all. Come our thirtieth anniversery I had had enough. I was the Office Sales Manager at the firm I'd worked for all my life, I also managed the General Office too. Having been there for so long I had made good friends and one day I was having a moan about my life in general to my best friend, Theresa. Theresa was a woman some years older than me and she suggested that we went out together on the Friday evening for a drink and a 'heart to heart'. We duly met up in town, I've had my own car for a long time but discretion was the better part of valour and I caught the bus to meet Theresa. There is a nice pub down by the river and we were soon seated in the bar with a vodka and tonic. We's been there a while and two or three drinks loosened my tongue and I poured out all my frustration to my friend. She listened then at the end of my diatribe she said, 'Don't you think it's your right to have a man who satisfies every need?' Of course I said I did, but that marriage wasn't always like that. 'Oh, I agree with you, Jean. Some years ago I had the same problems as you are now. I thought about it and thought that I didn't want to leave my man, he was the main earner and, if I left, I'd have nothing.' 'So what did you do?' I asked. She smiled, 'I decided that I'd take a lover, like you I have a high sex drive, I needed it!' I said, 'That's all very well, but you don't find a suitable lover just like that.' 'Listen, dear,' Theresa went on, 'every woman's got what a man wants...' I must have looked blank for she laughed and said, 'Between your thighs, Jean! That's a woman's weapon. Like you, if you don't mind me saying, I wasn't the best looking woman and I certainly have never had a great figure, but you learn to make the best of yourself and all men, but ALL men, always assess a woman when they first see her, you just react when it's someone you fancy. I had a few false starts but I found a man I liked and could enjoy sex with. I've been doing it for years! My husband, poor booby, has never had a clue!' She laughed, 'You could do the same, just dress more attractively and I guarantee that a some man will find that you're the one he wants.' Well, I thought a lot about that and Theresa and I were soon meeting every Friday night for a 'girls night out'. One evening she introduced me to her lover, he was nothing to write home about but obviously very keen on my friend. One evening lying in my bath and fantasising about sex and masturbating (which was now my only way of getting some satisfaction), I decided that if a man showed some interest in me I would respond. In fact one of the reps who came into our office did seem a bit keen always to talk to me, he'd even asked me out. Next time, I thought, I'll say yes and see what happens. I had started wearing what is basically accepted as proper dress for a position of some importance, a smart black skirt and white blouse, I'd smartened up my underwear too, crisp white, knowing that my bra would show through the blouse. The next time Ralph, that was his name, came in, he obviously noticed the difference. He came over to me, 'You're looking particularly attractive today, Jean.' 'Thank you,' I responded. He fitted neatly into what Theresa had described, a man in his fifties with a good appearance and manner who quite obviously fancied me, he asked me out. I think it was a shock when I agreed! But he recovered well and we agreed to have dinner together one Friday evening. Theresa gave a thumbs up behind Ralph's back! We duly met and had dinner, during our conversation it transpired that he stayed at a hotel locally when doing the area. After the meal he asked if I knew a nice quiet pub in the area where we could have a drink, I knew several and we ended up in one on the river well away from the town, I didn't want anyone I knew seeing me with another man. We had a couple of drinks and when it was time to go, Ralph said rather diffidently, 'Fancy finding somewhere quiet, Jean?' 'Why not?' I replied, my heart thumping like mad. Ralph soon found a car park that was used only in the summer and drove in. As soon as we stopped he was kissing me, my nipples tingled and I felt my fanny react. After a few kisses and having caressed my breasts through my clothes Ralph suggested we get into the back of the car. Things progressed rapidy and he was soon undressing me. To cut a long story short, he wasn't great on foreplay, but then he didn't need to be, I was wet as soon as he sucked my nipples. His dick was a normal size,I played with it then lay back and waited for Ralph to put it in me. By then I can tell you I was sloppy wet with anticipation of having sex for the first time for years! As he pushed it in a huge thrill went through me, he started thrusting quite hard, he was breathing very hard too. I found myself rising to each thrust and felt his balls banging my bottom. Oh God! I can't tell you how wonderful it felt. Unfortunately it didn't last long and far too soon he was pumping his stuff into me and collapsing on top of me gasping for breath. I was worried in case he had a heart attack, fortunately he didn't. When he'd recovered he said, kissing me, 'Christ, what a great fuck, Jean, you're bloody made for it!' I didn't like the language but I was thrilled that I'd given him what he wanted. We cleaned up and dressed and he drove me home. On reflection when I was washing myself and my knickers out in the bathroom, Fred was snoring in bed, I thought that, although I had enjoyed it, I wanted something better. I was a bit concerned about the situation between Ralph and myself, I certainly didn't want him to think that he was going to have sex with me every time he turned up. In the event it sorted itself out for the next time Ralph was due a young man appeared, Ralph apparently had gone, a great relief. If you have enjoyed this, wait for the next part!