This is how, in one electric moment, my life changed and turned me into the sensual woman that I am now.

My name is Jane and I'm the mother of two teenage children, a boy and a girl. My husband, Simon, is a successful accountant, allowing me to give up my job and stay at home to raise our children.

I lead a busy life. Much of my time is spent driving the children around, to and from school, to various activities, etc., not to mention my book club, PTA, and socialising with friends.

I've always been quite conservative - my friends see me as fairly shy and reserved - but all of that has changed.

Before that life-changing moment, my sexual experience was limited to three boys:  Bobby, who took my virginity and then dumped me after three months; Terry, who gave me back my confidence but wouldn't commit to anything; and then Simon, my husband.

Simon was loving, confident, and clever. He adored me (and still does), and I was captivated by him.  Our sex life was fine, although perhaps a little uninspiring, and I was truly happy.

After dating for a year or so, we married. The children came in the following few years, and life became routine.

Sex was also routine. We made love twice a week and I enjoyed it, but didn't really orgasm unless I touched myself. I wasn't unhappy; perhaps bored, but not unhappy, until that night, the night when boredom vanished from my life.

It was a Friday night. Simon had had a busy week and suggested we go to one of our favourite restaurants for dinner. The restaurant was in a hotel, and we arranged to meet in the hotel bar at 7.00. I arrived on time and looked around for Simon, but he hadn't arrived. I found a seat and sat down to wait for Simon to arrive.

As I was looking around, I saw a man standing alone at the bar. He turned and stared at me, a broad smile on his lips, and it was like an electric shock. That was when my world changed.

My skin started tingling and I felt a hollow in the pit of my stomach. I turned away, my heart thumping in my chest, trying to appear nonchalant, but he got up and came towards me.

"Don't I know you?" He asked, his voice deep and mellifluous.

"Uh, I don't think so," I replied, looking at him.

"Well, I should. Let me buy you a drink. What will you have?"

"I'm married and waiting for my husband," I said, showing him my wedding and engagement rings.

"All the more reason to have a drink. He's obviously not on time."

He took my left hand in his and looked at my rings.

"Lovely diamond."

I felt a shiver run up my spine. His fingers felt warm and strong, so different to my husband's.

"Thank you."

I looked at him. Square face, coal-black hair, stunning green eyes, sensual mouth.

I felt my pelvic muscles contract and my face get hot. I hoped it didn't show.

"What's your name?"

"Jane."

It just slipped out. I don't usually give my name to strangers.

"Pleased to meet you, Jane. My name is James."

I felt my pelvic muscles contract again. My crotch felt damp, and I wanted to rub it.

"I don't know why I'm talking to you, James. I'm a happily married woman with two teenage children, waiting for my husband."

"But you are still here and you are still talking to me."

He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it.

His lips felt warm as they brushed my fingers. My heart jumped.

I don't know why I did, but I couldn't stop myself. I reached out and touched his cheek.

Still holding my other hand, he licked my fingers slowly, one by one.

I sighed. My panties felt damp.

He lowered my hand, leaned forward and kissed me on my lips.

His lips were soft but firm.

I felt his tongue push between my lips. They parted, allowing his tongue to invade my body.

I moved my hand to hold the back of his head and kissed him back.

Our tongues played together. He tasted good.

He broke our kiss and drew back.

"Come with me."

I didn't hesitate. I stood up. Still holding my hand, he led me out of the bar and towards the hotel lobby.

I followed.

We got into an elevator. He pressed floor 8. We ascended in silence.

We exited on floor 8 and went to room 812. He opened the door and stood aside for me to go in first. I walked in and stood next to the bed.

He hung a do-not-disturb notice on the door and closed it, then hung his jacket up on a hook next to the door and came towards me.

He pulled me close and kissed me again, his hands on my buttocks.

I felt his hardness against my abdomen.

I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him closer.

My panties were no longer damp, they were wet.

I kissed him back passionately.

He moved his hands up from my buttocks and unzipped my dress.

I loosened his belt and unzipped his fly.

We drew apart.

I stepped out of my dress. He removed his trousers.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"No, but don't stop."

"Turn around."

I turned. He unhooked my bra and slid it over my arms to fall on the floor.

He cupped my breasts in his big hands, lifting them.

I gasped as I felt his fingers on my nipples.

I moved my hands behind my back and felt for his groin. 

To my surprise, I felt his flesh. He had taken off his shorts.

His penis felt bigger than my husband's. It was circumcised. It was also the first I had felt since my marriage.

I ran my fingers over the head. It was wet and slippery.

His hands left my breasts and slid down my stomach and into the hem of my panties, pulling them down. He felt between my legs, his fingers separating my labia. I felt them pushing into my vagina.

"Good. You're very wet."

"So are you."

"Bend over. Put your hands on the bed."

I did as he said.

My heart raced. I was going to feel another man inside me for the first time in 20 years.

I felt his penis push against my entrance.  It felt hard.

I spread my legs and tried to relax my muscles.

His hands were on my breast again. His fingers squeezed my nipples.

He pushed again, hard, and suddenly he was inside. I could feel his head sliding into my vagina.

My clitoris itched.

"Oh, that feels so good."

"We haven't even started yet."

His penis felt enormous.

"Your penis feels big."

"It's a cock. Your husband has a penis."

The head hit my cervix.

"Ooof."

He pulled back then pushed again, and again, and again.

His penis went in further, the head brushing underneath my cervix.

My clitoris was on fire, my heart was thumping, my breathing laboured.

I whimpered with pleasure.

His hands left my breasts and moved to hold my hips.

"Please make love to me."

"We are not making love. We're fucking."

I knew what he wanted.

"Please fuck me."

"You want my cock?"

"Yes. Please fuck me with your big cock."

And he did. He pulled right back then started fucking me. Roughly. Battering in and out of me.

His penis, no, his cock, filled me as I have never been filled before.  It nudged places that had never felt anything before. It felt fantastic.

His testicles bounced against my clitoris with each thrust, something I had never before experienced.

I cried out each time, a cry of utter joy.

His cock felt so thick, stretching my entrance to its limits. It also felt very, very good inside me.

I wriggled around, trying to give him pleasure, my breasts swinging wildly.

He fucked me mercilessly, his movements pushing my body all over the place.

Gradually I felt a slow burn start deep inside my vagina, then spread throughout my body. I clenched all of my muscles, trying to hold onto it.

"Cum for me, you little married slut. Cum on my cock."

Suddenly my whole body tensed. I felt a jolt inside my vagina that reverberated through my body, and an urgent need to pee.

"Aaaaah. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God."

My clitoris throbbed. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body. My nipples felt like steel. My arms and legs shook.

I don't know how long it lasted. Gradually I started to relax as a glow of satisfaction and relief spread throughout me. I felt very safe and looked after.

I lowered my head to the bed.

His cock was lodged deep inside me. He had stopped moving.

"You squirted."

"What's that?"

"I'll explain another time. It's my turn now."

"You should pull out."

"Don't you want to feel my cock ejaculate deep inside you?"

God, yes, I did. I wanted to feel every twitch. I'd sleep with my husband in the next few days, just in case.

"Yes."

"Good, then I will. I'll empty my balls into your hungry cunt."

He started thrusting again, grunting as he used my body for his pleasure. I felt myself respond again, that burning fire that needed quenching.

It didn't take long before he gave a guttural cry. I felt his cock expand and jerk.

His semen squirted into my vagina, making everything wet and slimy. It oozed out around the base of his cock.

My pelvic muscles tensed and I let out a sigh.

His thrusts slowed down to match his ejaculations. My muscle contractions chimed with his. Eventually, we stopped.

He pulled his cock out and suddenly I felt very empty. Semen oozed out of my vagina.

He slapped my buttocks.

"You're a good fuck. Your husband is a lucky man."

I stood up and turned around. Semen trickled down my thighs. I looked at him.

"I don't know why I did that, but I really enjoyed it."

"Did you like me cumming in your married cunt?"

"Yes."

"Better than your husband?"

"Yes."

"Good. Would you like to do it again?"

"Yes."

He walked over to his jacket and returned with his phone.

"Put in your number."

I keyed it in and handed it back.

He retrieved his pants and trousers and put them on. I did the same with my clothes. He zipped up my dress.

"You better go and find your husband. Bring him next time, if you want."

He held open the door and I walked out. He closed the door after me.

I went to the elevator and returned to the bar. I spotted my husband standing at the bar with a drink, looking around. I walked over to him.

"Hello, darling. Sorry I'm late."

I kissed him.

"That's alright. We've still got time for a drink before the play. What would you like?"

"Gin and tonic, please."

He ordered it, then turned back to me.

"Did you have a good day?"

"Oh, yes, I did."

"What did you do?"

I wanted to say that I got fucked by a stranger and I orgasmed for the first time in years. I wanted to tell him that I gave the stranger my number and I want to get fucked again. But I didn't. Instead, I talked about some mundane activities while semen trickled down my inner thighs.

We had our drinks. He told me about his day.

When we were finished, we went to the restaurant.

I can't remember what we ate or what we talked about. My mind was full of visions of the penis that had brought me such pleasure just a few hours previously.

I could feel his semen still oozing out and wetting my panties. I hoped that it wasn't doing the same to my dress.

When we got home, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself as best I could. The children had already gone to bed.

We bathed together, then went to bed. My husband wanted to make love.

I turned my back to him.

"Come into me from behind."

He lifted my leg and pushed into me.

"You're quite wet tonight."

"Yes. I'm feeling horny."

He made love gently. I didn't feel very much, not after being so stretched earlier on.

After a while, he grunted and stopped moving.

"Did you cum?"

"Yes, and you?"

"Yes," I lied.

He withdrew and held me as he fell asleep.

I lay there for several minutes, remembering my orgasm earlier that evening.

I got up and went to the living room and took my phone out of my handbag.

There were two new messages.

I opened them, my heart thumping.

There was a picture of his cock, erect and with flecks of semen on it. He must have taken it after I put my number in his phone.

The second message said simply 'Tomorrow 7.30 at the bar. Bring your husband.'

I opened the picture again and touched my clitoris. It didn't take long for me to climax. Not in any way like I had earlier, but still satisfying.

I closed the phone and put it back in my handbag, then went back to bed. My husband was snoring.

I lay there, thinking. I was definitely going to the bar tomorrow, but how would I explain it to my husband? Would he come with me? How would I explain how I knew this man?