Story from her side:

Our love life is great. Lots of erotica, toys, lingerie and conversations about involving others, both m/f and couples.

He regularly encourages me to go without underwear on nights out, flirt with others in order to improve what we have so when it came to my Christmas party, nothing was different.

An overnight stay at a Blackpool hotel was the venue with just my work friends. Bit of a cheesy venue but cheap with live music, DJ and a meal thrown in.

Prior to going, he'd encouraged me to make sure I was glammed up. Nails, brows, lashes etc, all to perfection. I'd chosen a floor length button fronted dress with a slit up the front to show some leg which was low cut, exposing more cleavage than I'd usually show.

I set off with the girls around midday, getting to the venue at mid afternoon.

Nothing unusual as we arrived, the usual work parties turning up and checking in with an even balance of males and females, all in good spirit.

Five of us went locally for a few hours, drank prosecco and had a laugh before returning to get ready for the meal.

I had chosen my own room rather than share, for no other reason than to be able to relax.

I got myself ready, showering, shaving and making sure there were no prickly bits on my knees (or anywhere else). On getting my dress and heels on, I felt extremely sexy. Braless and silk knickers on, I facetimed him.

The call was short and he asked the question- "Knickers or not?"

He seemed slightly disappointed when i told him I did but gave him a quick flash, pulling them to one side so he could see my smooth shaven pussy telling him I'd try to call later on but couldn't promise.

I met the girls down in the bar, ordered a bottle of prosecco and headed for the meal.

Our table was opposite a group of mixed males of all ages with two females amongst them. They all looked in good shape so nobody stood out.

The drink flowed, the music played and once the meal was finished, us girls headed to the dance floor.

The floor was packed, most were dressed to impress, some were casual and a few in fancy dress. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the night, mainly through alcohol.

At around 11pm after sitting back down to give my feet a rest, I glanced across at the table opposite to see a lone male looking in my direction. Nothing special, aged around late 40's with dark hair, nice teeth but in good shape - big arms and a nice tan.

I politely smiled and he smiled back. For the next hour or so, I occasionally caught his eye and we exchanged smiles.

At last orders, prior to moving to the residents bar, I was stood waiting to be served when i heard a, "Hello" behind me.

I turned to see my stranger smiling at me. Brief introductions, he told me he was in the Fire Service and on his Christmas do from work. He was also married but bought me a drink whilst we chatted. As the music slowed, he asked me to dance. I was cautious due to our marital state but a mixture of alcohol, being away from home and feeling sexy, I agreed.

My friends were in the residents bar by now so there was nobody to judge me and off I went. We danced slowly and I felt the power in his arms as he held me closely. I was turned on and could feel myself getting wet. His crotch pressed in to mine and a could sense he was hard but as my eyes opened, I realised there were only a handful of people on the dance floor and the DJ was winding down.

"Let's go into the residents bar," I suggested, worried I'd be missed by my party.

The chemistry was set, we were attracted to each other but both had boundaries. We joined our respective groups and had laughs, albeit watched each other from across the bar.

As my group started to dwindle one by one, I purposely held back until I was last. I contemplated ringing home but knew the doubts would set in if I did. This was the perfect opportunity to get what I wanted and my stranger knew that. Within minutes, we were alone and found a secluded area of the bar. No words, just that look as we got closer and our lips locked passionately.

His tongue entered my mouth and we kissed lustfully. I was soaking wet as his hands roamed my body, paying particular attention to my bare leg, working his way up the slit in my dress.

I suddenly realised my surroundings and my marital staus, pulling away.

"It was only a kiss," he said as I stood up.

"I know," I replied. "Come to my room." The lust had taken over. The sexual tension was something else. I wanted him.

As we got into my room, we embraced again. His hands were everywhere, I could feel his cock bursting at his trousers as my hands roamed. I told him to strip to his boxers as I went into the bathroom. I undressed, leaving my silk knickers on. The outline of my pussy lips were obvious against the fabric, the wet patch at the front, even more so.

I left my heels on and walked into the bedroom to see a chiseled bronze figure stood in white Calvin Klein boxers. The outline of his hard cock was obvious and again we locked lips before I sat down in front of him, peeling off his shorts. His cock spung out and I took it into my mouth. He tasted good, a decent size but not too much. I sucked and licked taking it all in whilst running my nails up his flat 6 pack. No hands, he was thrusting and was so so hard.

He stood me up and peeled off my panties, dropping them at my heels before lowering me onto the bed. He approached my smooth pussy with his mouth and started to suck heavily on my clit. With fingers, one and then two inserted whilst sucking and licking my clit, he brought me to orgasm. Wave after wave of shocks left my body as I came over his fingers and mouth.

"Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me," I demanded.

My stranger climbed on top with my legs wide open and my gaping wet cunt accessible, he slowly lowered his length into me with ease. Inch by inch, slowly at first before steadily building up to a nice rhythm. I could feel every inch as he fucked me with expertise, making me cum a second time.

We changed position and with heels still on, I went onto all fours and backed onto his throbbing erection until he was fully in. He was deep and he pounded away until he told me he was cumming.

"Cum inside me," I begged. With that he unleashed a wad of cum into my already soaking cunt and pumped for what seemed like an eternity into my gaping pussy.

We collapsed on the bed through exhaustion and cuddled up. My pussy was leaking but I didn't care. My lips were puffy and red and his erection died slowly until we nodded off for an hour.

On waking, realising it was around 5am, I knew he'd have to go soon. I reached over and fondled his cock knowing it'd be my last chance before he went. He started to wake slowly, his cock growing as he did. I wanted to feel his length inside me one more time before he left. I kissed him and once at full length, I climbed on top of him and rode him for all I was worth. I wanted to feel his seed inside me again, I wanted to cum again with his cock inside me.

It didn't take long and we both came together, again with floods of cum going both ways.

I kissed him, told him out was time to go and jumped in the shower.

On packing my things together knowing I'd skip breakfast to avoid any awkwardness, I could not find my silk panties. It appears that my stranger had taken them as a souvenir!

Not to worry, I got my things and met my lift, getting dropped off home around 11am.

I entered the house, filled with guilt and minus a pair of knickers to be greeted by my hubby.

I suddenly blurted it out. I was riddled by guilt and told my husband everything. Drip fed at first, hubby asked me more and more until the full story unfolded.

This was new, this was shaky ground and I wasn't sure what to expect. I went upstairs to unpack my things and suddenly found myself with my husband naked and hard stood behind me.

"I love your slutty ways, you're my little hotwife now," he said.

I was confused but turned on again. He wanted to fuck me, how could I refuse after what I'd just done?

That morning and by mid afternoon, we'd fucked several times, both cum several times and used a selection of toys whilst discussing my night of passion.

Was this a sign of things to come? The whole event was such a turn on for both of us no thanks to my fireman stranger.