For the last couple of years, my husband of 19 years has been trying to convince me to be a hot wife. I’m going, to be honest, it was a hard sell. Why would I want to be with anyone but my husband?

Well, I guess he finally talked me into it. Wednesday was my 40th birthday. For my final birthday gift, he arranged my first bull. He made the arrangements for Friday evening (Yesterday). I would meet Mr. Johnston (Yep cheesy name to protect the innocent) at a bar/dance club downtown. Then we would share a room at the Double Tree across the street.

My husband wasn’t going to come with me, instead, I was to record everything for his later viewing pleasure.

Friday night came, and I was nervous as hell. But my husband was very reassuring. Making sure I knew he was ok with this, and that I deserved a “Proper Fuck”. He had bought me a very tight and very short black dress and some lace panties to go with it. I would be going sans bra in this dress.

He dropped me off at the club at seven and told me he would be by the hotel at ten to get me.

I walked into the club, my nerves about getting the better of me. What was I doing? I was really going to cheat on my husband? The man of my dreams, my life partner, my best friend? Just as I was about to turn around and call an Uber back home I got a text from him. “I love you, do this for you, do this for me, you deserve this,” He said.

I put one foot before the other and made my way to the bar. I hadn’t seen any pictures of the man I was to meet. My husband wanted it to be a surprise. But he had seen pictures of me, and my husband had sent him a picture of me in this dress right before we left the house. So I sat at the bar and ordered a bourbon neat to calm my nerves. Yeah, Yeah, not a girlie drink. But I needed something strong.

I had just ordered a second drink when a stranger approached and asked if the seat next to me was taken. He was a much younger man, maybe twenty-five. Nicely dressed, well built, and certainly easy on the eyes.

“Sorry, I’m supposed to be meeting someone here,” I said.

“Jenny right? Your pictures don’t do you justice,” he replied as he sat down anyway.

Was this the bull? He was so young. So handsome.

“Umm, yes, I am Jenny, and you are?” I asked.

“Simon, Simon Johnston, it’s a pleasure to meet you Jenny, your husband has spoken so highly of you,” He answered.

We spent the next half hour or so just talking and getting to know each other a bit. I finished my second, and then a third bourbon, while he nursed a glass of water.

He kept things flowing between us despite my nerves, at first pretty professional, but quickly he started getting more flirty. A hand touch here, his foot touching mine on the bar at the bottom of the bar. It was fast, but also just the right speed to not be too fast.

“Would you care to dance?” he asked.

“Oh gosh,” I said as I looked out at the young people dancing. “I haven’t danced like that in a long time, not sure I wouldn’t just be an embarrassment,” I added.

“Nonsense, we will start slow, come on, it will be fun,” he stated as he stood from the stool, offering his hand for me to take.

The alcohol must have been doing it’s job, because despite my better judgment I found myself taking his hand and moving to the dance floor. He asked me to wait a moment and then went over to the DJ. He returned just as the song was ending, and something a little slower came on.

He stood before me and started to slowly dance. I wasn’t sure what to do, but watching him and the others, I nervously began to copy his motions. Within a couple of songs, we were dancing hard.

He began interacting with me as we danced more and more. His hands on my hips, then my ass. It was scary and exciting at the same time. Nobody had touched my ass other than my husband in what twenty-one years? Had it really been so long?

It wasn’t much longer before our dances were far more sexual than may have been entirely appropriate, but I didn’t care! I was excited by it, I was enjoying it. His hands on my body, his warm breath on the back of my neck. God, I could feel my panties getting wet.

My hands began to explore his body more as well, his oh so tight abs, those shoulders, that ass made of steel! He was a perfect specimen that’s for certain.

He was dancing behind me when I decided I needed to take things further. I was so damn turned on. I hadn’t danced like this since college. While my husband still worshiped my body, we certainly didn’t get frisky like this at home. My “urge” was quickly growing into a “need”, my inhibitions had gone out the window.

I arched back, pressing my ass against his crotch. His hands firmly gripped my hips and pulled me into him. It took only a few seconds before I could feel his hardening shaft pressing against his jeans and my ass. At least I was hoping that was his cock because damn it felt big.

I started rubbing my ass against his cock, as it grew harder. He gripped me firmer, then slid on hand up my stomach pulling me more upright. Then both hands made their way to my breasts.

For a moment I panicked, thinking that everyone must be looking at this absurd display in front of them. But a glance around showed nobody seemed to notice or care, In fact, he wasn’t the only one with a pair of breasts in his hands.

I let the pleasure of his touch wash over me for a moment. The rhythm of the music guiding my butt on his member.

The song ended and I pulled forward then turned to face him. I reached out and pulled him close, leaning up to whisper into his ear.

“You need to fuck me, right now!” is all I said.

A smile hit his lips and he took my hand, then led me deeper into the club. We came to a black door labeled staff only, and he pushed it open leading me into an empty hallway. Just a few feet in we found a door for a bathroom and he opened it, the lights came on, revealing what I had to assume was a staff bathroom. It was certainly much cleaner and nicer than I imagined the public bathroom to be.

He led me into the bathroom and as soon as the door closed he had me pushed up against it, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His firm body pressed up against me as our tongues began to dance. I felt a heat building in me, the heat of unadulterated lust. His hands found my breast once again, this time though, he easily pulled my dress down freeing them of its confines.

The feeling of his flesh against mine was divine. There would be no stopping this, no turning back. I would fuck this man right here right now. I didn’t just want it, I needed it. I needed to be fucked like I hadn’t needed to be fucked in as long as I could remember.

My hands reached for his pant button had I quickly undid it and unzipped his fly. Then I slid my hand into his boxers and found the anaconda within. His hands squeezed my breasts a bit tighter as I felt him moan into my mouth.

Now when I say anaconda I mean it, this thing had to be the largest cock I had ever felt. I could barely get my hand around it. I actually hesitated for a moment wondering how I was going to fit this thing inside me. Then suddenly he dropped down pulling himself from my grip. His hands found the bottom hem of my dress and he wiggled it up revealing my panties.

With another smooth action, my panties were down to my ankles, and then he lifted my foot removing them. I spread my legs a bit as I expected him to stand back up. Instead, his mouth found my mound and kissed it. Then he placed his arms between my legs and suddenly lifted me up to his shoulders. He then stood so fast I let out a little startled scream. Thankfully the ceiling was just tall enough that I didn’t hit it.

I almost protested as I reached up to balance myself against the ceiling. Then his firm hands adjusted me, and I felt his mouth against my dripping pussy. His hands guided my ass with ease as he began to explore me with his tongue.

I was in shock, but I could tell from his grip he would not drop me, and the pleasure that was rapidly spreading through my body was overriding any sense of fear.

He began sucking my long lips, first one, then the other. Gently caressing them with his tongue as he did so. Then he would lick me, pressing his tongue into my slit, from opening to clit.

My left hand pressed against the ceiling for balance, and my right found his hair, gripping it tightly between my fingers.

“Oh my god!” I cried out as the tip of his tongue flicked several times against my clit. I couldn’t believe this. It was so amazing, so daring, so risky, so fucking hot! His actions grew quicker as he pressed his tongue into me.

“My god you taste delicious,” he called out as he eagerly lapped up the excitement running from my tunnel.

“Fuck you're going to make me cum,” I moaned out to him.

“That’s the idea, my dear,” he responded. He then moved to my clit, sucking it gently as he flicked it with his tongue.

“Yes! Fuck yes!” I screamed.

My release was fast approaching as his tongue worked its magic.

“Let me taste your cum,” he said breaking from his actions for only a split second.

He sucked a little harder and his tongue moved a little faster and within seconds I was cumming harder than I had come in a long time. My body shaking and bucking so hard I was sure he would drop me. But he held me firm as his tongue moved back to my opening and he licked the juices that flowed from it.

When my body calmed he knelt down and returned me to my own two legs which were barely able to support me. Then our mouths met again.

He kissed me with such desire, such need.

Then his hands lifted me up and he positioned me just above his hard cock. He lowered me just a bit, pressing the tip against me as I bent forward to kiss him more.

Slowly he lowered me onto his shaft. It was so fucking big, it hurt a bit to stretch me, but I was so wet and ready that it wasn’t long before he was deep inside me. He held me there, not moving as my body adjusted to him. Our kisses were passionate, needful, lustful.

Then he shifted pressing my back to the door and he began to thrust slowly into me. My arms were wrapped around him and I found the hem of his shirt, lifting the back so I could feel his flesh with my hands.

He started thrusting a bit more quickly and I found myself moaning uncontrollably as my fingernails dug into his back. Something about the way he was pressing so deeply inside me and the force of the door behind me pressing back was just simply amazing.

With one hand on my ass, the other pinching my nipple, and his thrusting growing in speed, I quickly felt another orgasm building.

“Oh God Simon, your going to make me cum again,” I blurted out.

He thrust even harder.

“Yes, cum for me, squeeze my cock, show me that you need this cock inside you,” he whispered back into my ear.

My chin rested on his shoulder, my hands grabbing his back for all they were worth. He pounded me hard against the door. Thrust after deep thrust, fast and faster. I could feel every inch of his member sliding into and out of me. I closed my eyes and moaned as wave after wave after wave of release flowed.

He slowed as my body contracted on his shaft, and he pulled me tightly against him. “That’s my girl, that’s the reward I so desired.” He whispered as his lips found my ear lobe.

He held me for a couple of minutes before turning toward the bathroom counter. He walked us both over to it and then let me down to the floor. He kissed me again and then turned me around to face the mirror. My face was red and sweaty. He smiled at me in the mirror before he pressed a hand on my neck leaning me over to the counter.

I leaned over resting on my elbows as he lined himself up behind me, before easily sliding into my dripping wet womanhood.

He thrust slowly, his hands exploring my back.

I closed my eyes and took a moment to enjoy the angle and the motion. My pussy was throbbing, and I wasn’t sure I could take much more, but I needed more, I needed this cock, this feeling, this wild release I hadn’t felt in so long.

He gathered my long hair in his hand and pulled it gently.

“Open your eyes and watch me, watch me fuck your beautiful body, watch me fill you with my seed.” He said as he pulled a little harder and began to fuck me with vigor.

Tingles shot through my body at his words and his actions. My husband never took control like this. Oh, he was a good lover, but he was a lover, not a fucker. This man was clearly a fucker, and as I watched my breasts swinging back and forth with his firm thrusts, I was now well aware there was a difference.

“Take this cock in that perfect pussy, cum all over it, show me how much you want my cum inside you!” he nearly shouted as he pulled my hair and thrust so hard into me.

“Yes, fuck me, give me your cock!” I screamed back.

He was fucking me so hard now that it hurt, but it was a good hurt, and it was driving me wild. I could hear how wet I was. I could feel my excitement running down my leg.

“Cum all over my cock, show me what a naughty slut wife you are, taking a stranger’s cock, wanting his seed to fill your belly.” He grunted out as he pounded me like I had never been pounded before.

His words sent me over the edge and I screamed as I felt my legs give out. He reacted quickly his hands catching my hips and holding me up as he continued to pound my contracting pussy. I couldn’t help but continue to scream in pleasure as I felt his cock begin to spasm inside me.

He gave me a couple more thrusts and then held himself deep inside me as my body shuddered over and over.

A loud knock at the door quickly cooled things and sent me from ecstasy to panic. Turning around fast as lighting I looked into his eyes with what had to be an expression of sheer horror. But all he did was smile.

“It’s ok.” He said with a hand cupping my cheek.

“Just a moment,” he called out to the door. Then reached down and pulled his boxers and jeans up.

I likewise quickly fixed my dress. As he turned to approach the door, he reached down and picked up my panties. “I think I’m going to keep these,” he said as he unlocked the door and opened it.

How he could be so calm I don’t know, I was absolutely beet red with embarrassment as we stepped into the hallway.

A young woman probably Simon’s age stood there with a knowing smile on her face.

She ignored Simon and looked straight at me, then her eyes took in my body from top to bottom.

“She’s a nice catch Simon, want to give me her number when you are done with her?” she teased him. “Or better yet, want to share her now?” she added with an even bigger smile.

…

My evening continued at the hotel… A certain redhead may have participated. But that’s a story for another day. Right now I can barely walk and barely sit my pussy aches so much. But let me tell you, that’s a night I won’t forget. Oh, and my husband won’t either. I forgot to record the bathroom, but he got hours of video from that hotel room because we fucked like bunnies until 9:58 am.