Our sex life had never been that good, and following illness, my husband moved into his own room (to let me get my rest). After making a recovery, he stayed in his own room, and resumed his old job. which meant spending asome time each month away from home.
It had gone on like this for about two years, with no sex between us, when I was invited out to a hen party by a younger colleague who was getting married. We visited a number of places, drinking, dining and dancing, before ending up in a night club.
During the course of the evening, a young black guy began dancing with me and buying me drinks. Eventually, and not being used to drinking cocktails, I began to feel a little woozey, and when I told him that I needed some fresh air, he showed me how to get into the back yard of the club. We stood outside chatting for a while, then he moved closer and began to kiss me. I was till feeling a little tipsy and responded to his kiss. I must admit, I didn't take that much notice when he began to put his hand up my skirt, but eventually he had his hand in my panties and I was beginning to melt. Before long, my panties were off, and he was lifting me on to his hard cock. It was absolutely amazing, and I felt myself begin to cum like I had never cum with my husband. After a little time, he began to pant hard and thrust his cock hard into me and I knew he was cumming. We cleaned up using tissues from my handbag, and then he announced that he would have to leave as he would miss the last bus home, and that was it, he walked off leaving me in the yard and I never saw him again.
I awoke the next morning feeling so damned horny, I knew I needed it again, and that is how it began for me.