We had known Keith and Mary for years, although we saw them rarely nowadays having sold our house and moved to a more rural location. Keith had sent a e mail saying he was having to come to our area on business, so would bring Mary and we could meet up. They were booked in to a hotel in town. I often think about Keith, or more accurately about something that happened about which my husband knows nothing. When we first got to know him Keith was married to his first wife Janet. One day Keith went home to find a note from Janet telling him she had left him as she was in love with someone else. Her personal belongings had been cleared , her drawers and cupboards emptied. She had vanished. Keith was desolate. He had taken time off from work, and was not answering his telephone. After a few days of silence I went round to his house to offer any help I could. He let me in and we chatted, the typical tea and sympathy. Then he broke down, so I cuddled him , he was holding on to me, I was lightly kissing his cheek, then the kissing went a bit further. I kissed him a little too intimately, and he responded in kind. Perhaps it was because I was feeling sorry for him, or perhaps the situation was so full of emotion, but I started to feel sexually aroused. I made the first move, I put my hand onto his genitals and lightly squeezed. He was starting to swell . I unzipped his trousers and put my hand inside and started to play with his penis, which was rising under my tough. Then I opened his trousers , pulled his pants down slightly, got his penis out fully and went down on him. He gave a gasp of surprise or pleasure, or both. He was sitting on the settee, I was kneeling in front of him between his legs. After a couple of minutes of my mouth and tongue getting him fully erect I hitched up my skirt, pulled my panties to one side and straddled him, guiding his erection into my vagina. This was not a quick shag, this was a woman trying to comfort a distressed man for whom she felt enormous pity. Keith was at first still holding me close, then he leant back and I felt him ejaculate inside me. I stayed on him, kissing him, gently moving my pelvis, not letting his penis out. I felt it start to thicken again, and Keith started pushing himself up into me. We soon found our rhythm and I knew I was building up to a climax. When I am aroused and nearly about to cum I tend to go a bit wild. This was one of those times, I rode his erection hard and fast , and very noisily. Our orgasms hit at the same moment, both of us were spent. We calmed down, talked for an hour or so, had a cup of tea. Keith was apologising for what had happened between us, saying he felt guilty. I was not going to leave him feeling like that, so I simply set about seducing him into a second session. This time he took the lead, he undressed me , he tongued my vulva until I was begging him to screw me . He laid me on the settee and we made love until neither of us had any energy left. Keith and I never spoke of it again, it was our secret moment of madness. The day before we were due to meet Keith and Mary my husband was called into hospital. He has been ill for a while , patiently waiting for a bed slot. Needless to say our sex life had ceased. So I went alone to the hotel, knowing I could not even have a drink as I was driving. My husband does not drink because of his illness. At the reception I asked the clerk to ring up to Keith and Mary's room to let them know I had arrived. A few minutes later Keith came down, alone. He explained that Mary was too unwell to travel with him so had stayed at home. We went through to the dining room, just us two. Dinner was superb, and I did have a couple of glasses of wine. Keith advised that I should take an extra hour after coffee before driving, and we did have a lot of catching up to do. Maybe it was the stress of my husbands condition , but I came over very woozy. Keith took me up to his room , I lay on his bed and let my head clear. He made me a coffee. I noticed he had a bottle of wine open so asked for a glass. We chatted, pouring out our hearts to each other. He told me about Mary's problems, and how their sex life was ended. I told him about mine. Then the kissing started, mutual need , pent up desire, and a shared secret . There are no sensations equal to the feeling of a man's hand touching my inner thigh, pressing by my vulva. Or when my breasts are released from my bra and a man's lips touch on my nipples. Or that first touch of a tongue on my clitoris. I have never so much wanted to be naked, or to feel the weight of a body on mine. Every touch of his hands made me gasp from sensual pleasure. His lips on my body pure erotic delight. His tongue and fingers in my vulva, titillating my clitoris to engorge, his fingers in my vagina bringing me to my climax. It swept through my body , leaving me numb. Then his erection pushed its way into me, his long, slow strokes irresistably bringing me to my second orgasm. I lifted my legs to let him in deeper , a series of quick light orgasms came on, then Keith lifted my legs so my feet were in the air. I have never felt an erection penetrate me so deeply, nor an ejaculation fill me so totally. We laid side by side, touching and kissing. Keiths fingers were idly spreading his semen and my juices over my vulva. He spun round and put his head down between my thighs, his tongue glossing over my clitoris. His penis was close to my mouth, I could smell the odour of sex, our sex. I took him into my mouth just as I had done all those years ago. I was about to cum , I was in that phase of madness, opening my legs wider so I could thrust my vulva onto his tongue. I took all of his erection into my mouth , I wanted him to empty himself into me. Again our orgasms were simultaneous , mine utterly satisfying. I slept the night with Keith , only waking him once for a gentle ride on his erection . I awoke in the morning to the feeling of his fingers preparing my vagina for another tender session. After breakfast we went back to his room , to say our goodbyes , but not before I seduced him again. Now Keith and I have two shared secrets.