One night only?
 

I'm male, 39, happily married and with a good respectable job, happy home and sex life. I have never strayed in almost 20 years of engagement/marriage. This changed last night.

I was asked to attend a mate's bachelor pad housewarming party in my old home town - just the lads for a few tinnies and a takeaway curry. 5 lads, porn DVDs in plentiful supply and plenty to drink. I hadn't been around town for almost 15 years since moving away, albeit only 20 or so miles, and it was suggested we head out and have a sit down curry then onto a few pubs for old times sake. We all readily agreed and joked that the porn had heightened our need for female company.

Curry eaten, we headed for the first bar. The town was dead socially from as it was when I frequented the place years ago, but this was also perhaps due to it being so soon after the Christmas / New Year festivities. 20-30 people in a bar that would comfortably hold five times more that amount. The first female company we found was an approach from a lass we used to go to school with and an hour was spent reminiscing, back slapping and "great to see yous". We left the bar and the lads agreed we'd still fuck her given the chance; she'd put on weight and now had two kids, but this had just added to her tit size, now considerable and with hard nipples pointing through her low cut top.

The next bar was a little busier, although still relatively quiet bearing in mind it's now the favoured last venue of the night for the majority. It was fast approaching midnight and two couples came into the bar, joined by a fifth woman who I instantly recognised from my teenage years. She was devoid of a partner and she and one of the other girls danced their way to the raised dance floor where me and the lads were stood ogling the few that made it there. Her name was Jill. I'd guess she was of similar age to me, if not a year or two older.

I had seen Jill since we left school. She was a front-of-house girl at a local restaurant in the City, a suburb of which I had moved to. She was always friendly, but not too much as I was always in the company of my wife and others when we met. She left the restaurant about 5 years ago so I hadn't seen her since.

Jill spotted me and gave a gloriously friendly wave as she bounded over. The lads were suitably impressed at my association with this blonde with considerable tits, looking tight and hot in a satin blue dress, who we had watched dancing provocitively with her mate. She wore bright red lipstick and the top of her tits were creamy white, her legs wrapped in fishnet tights that added to her sexual appearance. We enjoyed a laugh and she kissed me gently on the cheek as she returned to the dancefloor. The craic with the lads was heightened by statements such as "she wants you mate", "fucking great tits" etc etc.

3 of the lads had a taxi booked for 12:30am and I was left alone in the bar with the bloke whose housewarming we had attended. He was newly single and was soon chatting to others. Jill came back across to me and danced in a sexy table dancer style as she wiggled her gesturing finger for me to join her on the dancefloor. I can't dance and choose not to, but she persevered and I was apparently going to make her "teenage years dreams come true"

I was nervous. There were people in the bar I knew. I was happily married, yet here was a fantastically fit MILF dancing like a slut and all, it appeared, for my benefit. God could she move. She pressed her tight body against mine and I placed my right hand on her hard arse. She moved in real close, dancing to Rihanna, and she could obviously feel the hardening in my jeans. We parted, with me pulling her hand away from my cock, not wanting to be seen so openly flirting.

Jill joined me at a quiet table off the dance floor. She and I were now intimately close, her hand massaging my cock through my jeans, her head back and my hand pulling her closer.

After only 10 minutes or so, I stood up and gestured we go outside. The back door is beyond a lobby, from which the rear yard and smokers area leads onto a public car park. I walked 10 paces ahead of her and was extremely nervous at being seen with another woman, but the sexual stirring was overpowering. Jill followed.

We exited the pub boundary and stood against a wall in the car park, out of sight behind another adjacent wall. We kissed and our hands were over each other like a rash. I kissed her neck and she was almost buckling at the knees, her moans were exaggerated for what was only a frantic kiss. She was rubbing my hard cock through the material. Her back was heavily tattood, noticable as she turned away from me and bent slightly at the hips before thrusting her arse in my direction. She girated fast and hard, rubbing herself against my erection. I lifted her dress and found that her fishnets were hold ups, her aqua-blue panties not really matching, but I was too aroused for this to in anyway matter.

I slipped a finger in her soaking fanny, with the palm of my hand now cupping her puckering arsehole. Then two fingers. She bucked against me, forcing my fingers deep into her tight but dripping pussy. Her left hand found my zip and belt buckle, releasing my modest but rock hard cock. She was moaning heavily and swearing with a demand for "fuck me, God, fuck me".

My left hand reached round her front and felt her tits through her dress. They were huge and fleshy, perhaps 36E, and she responded with even greater vocal enthusiasm. I was dry fucking her, bucking my hips as she wanked me. Pre-cum had long been prevalent and this lubricated my cock superbly.

I pulled her back by placing my hand round her throat. I kissed her neck in a mad over-eager way, but this triggered her moans and semi-screams, again exaggerated, I assumed, bearing in mind I was not yet fucking her. She bent the hips, her skirt raised and her panties moved to one side. I positioned her to my immediate front and placed my dripping, rock hard cock at her entrance, moving my right hand round to her mouth for her to suck her own juices.

In I went, ball deep, bareback, my back against the wall with her pressing against me. The leverage was superb and I was penetrating deep and wonderfully into her sopping cunt. She was remarkably tight from what I am used to with my wife and it was simply awesome. I now placed my hand round her front and massaged her still-covered tits. At that precise moment I couldn't care less who heard our moans of pleasure and Jill was becoming increasingly noisy. She came and ground deeper but slower into my balls. This was too much. I announced I was going to cum, thinking she'd jump off but she just ground harder and faster and begged me to "fill her cunt with my spunk". I obliged and nearly buckled at the knees as my hot seed fed her starving pussy. I was spent. For what seemed like an age, Jill continued to slowly girate against me and vacuumed every last drop from my softening cock.

I rested against the wall, my jeans around my ankles and my limp cock hanging. Jill turned to me and crouched at the knees and proceeded to suck me. Way too sensitive to be enjoyable, but what the hell. I immediately had that feeling we blokes have of now wanting to be somewhere else, but I consider myself to polite to 'fuck and chuck'.

I raised her from her crouched knelt position and we gathered ourselves before making polite, albeit strained conversation. I felt immediate guilt. Jill was considered by me to out of my league at school and in my latter teenage years. I questioned where she had targeted me this particular night. She simply replied that she had needed a fuck and that she had not had sex since splitting from her husband in August 2008. I jokingly suggested that this was the reason for her exaggerated moans and over-enthusiastic slutty approach, but she responded that this was genuine although heightened by the 'need for sex'. We swapped mobile numbers and promised to keep in touch, although she was respectful of my circumstances.

I returned home in a taxi to my wife who was still awake, albeit in bed. She wanted a run down on the night's events. I omitted the obvious, but she was obviously turned on at the confirmation we had watched a selection of my mates porn collection. We did have sex and she seemed more turned on than ever.