Okay, so before I get into telling you my story, I should let you know a little about myself and my situation. Firstly, my name is Stephanie (or Steph to my friends) and I am in my mid-thirties, married to Phil for the last eight years with a step-daughter, Jacquie, who is eighteen. Physically I am in good shape for my age at 1.68m tall, 85kgs weight, a 36D bust, 26" waist and well-toned legs that look good in high heels (which I wear most days). Phil is a few years older than me and we met at a mutual friend's wedding ten years ago just after his first wife had died from cancer. We went through a typical courtship with friendship slowly developing into passion and eventually love. Our marriage has been everything I had hoped it would be, with mutual friendship, love and respect... plus great sex. Phil is a keen cyclist so keeps himself in good physical condition. He is blessed with a larger than average cock and lots of stamina and we have a healthy sex life. We live comfortably in the suburbs of a small English town where Phil has his own design consultancy business and I am the manager of a small independent book shop in a nearby town. I think that sets the scene.
As I have already said, sex with my husband is great. We are pretty enthusiastic lovers who like to spice up our love-making with role play, sexy underwear and making out in unusual places. So why, I hear you ask, was I tempted to take a lover? That's a good question and in my defence I never set out to be unfaithful to my husband but once the idea had been put into my head it became inevitable. Perhaps I should explain the events that lead up to me taking a young lover, allowing him to put his cock into my pussy and fill it with cum.
Mike came into the shop one summer afternoon and introduced himself as the new area sales manager for one of the publishing houses that we retail for. The air conditioning in the store was out of action and the place was warmer than I could remember so I had undone the top couple of buttons on my blouse. When Mike walked into the shop I did a bit of a double take as he was lithe and handsome, about 6ft tall with dark Mediterranean skin and a lovely Oxford accent. After introducing himself we started talking about books that were currently in preparation and one in particular, the memoirs of an escort agency madame, which he claimed would be rather explicit in its detail. He was extolling the excellence of the book and trying to overcome my reluctance to stock it - the clientele we serve tend to be a bit conservative in their reading. Anyway, he promised to return the following week with one of the chapters for me to read before making a final decision.
Good to his word, he was back the following week with not one but two chapters of the book and a promise to call me in a few days to get my reaction. Well, to say this book was steamy would be a massive understatement and it really got my juices flowing. Sex with Phil that night was pretty spectacular, even by our standards, and once Phil had read the first chapter too we had a repeat performance that lasted well into the early hours of the morning. I lost count of the number of orgasms I had but I was feeling pretty worn by the time we finally fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day Mike telephoned the shop but we were rather busy so he suggested we meet for lunch the following day to discuss the book and I willingly accepted his invitation. Sub-consciously I dressed rather seductively the next day with a form hugging blouse, opened to the third button, a lacey low-cut bra that showed off my natural, pleasing cleavage. This was topped off with matching lacy knickers, a mid-length cotton summer skirt, self-supporting stockings and red stiletto heels. I don't normally wear much make-up to work but this day I added a little blusher and my favourite pink lipstick (which tastes of cherries). I spent the morning in a sense of high tension and although I was trying not to admit to myself why I was feeling like this I knew that if the opportunity presented itself I would be a willing partner to whatever Mike had planned.
Precisely at midday Mike walked through the door of the shop and rather flatteringly did a double take when he saw me talking to a customer. A few minutes later I closed up the shop and we walked to the local hotel for lunch in their restaurant. He was very complimentary about how I looked and asked about my personal life - was I married, kids, etc. - just normal chat between two new work colleagues. He was between relationships at the time, having been burned by an unfaithful girlfriend who absconded with a close friend a few months earlier. I think it was at this point that I put my hand on his to console him and we both felt the tingle. Talking about the book reminded me of the previous night's athletics and that in turn raised my sexual temperature. Throughout lunch we had been flirting with each other with each sentence loaded with inuendo and double meaning. The conversation slowly became more personal on both sides until by the end of lunch I think we both knew the inevitable direction we were moving.
Mike told me that he had taken a room at the hotel and suggested we adjourn there to continue our conversation. Of course I agreed, fully aware of what was really going to happen once inside. With the door closed and locked, Mike took my hands in his and looked deeply into my eyes and asked if I really wanted to go on. My reply was simply to place my lips on his and give him a long and passionate kiss, which he returned with enthusiasm. Our tongues were soon dancing around each other's mouths and our breathing was becoming laboured and panting. All this time Mike's hands were wandering up and down my spine and clenching my ass which just added to my arousal. In response I managed to get my right hand between us and find his already erect cock inside his trousers. Mmmm, it felt bigger than I was expecting and I really wanted to feel it in the flesh. By this time Mike had moved his mouth down to my neck and the exposed tops of my breasts, which he was alternatively licking and kissing eliciting a murmour from deep in my throat. I let go of his cock and used my hands to unclasp my bra and was pleased at the gasp when my tits didn't fall or sag as my bra let go of them. His pleasure was expressed with another bout of amorous kissing and fondling of my already erect nipples. Phil says I have nipples like church organ stops and right now they were fully extended and aching for attention.
My blouse and bra were soon removed and dropped to the floor so Mike could give my breasts the attention they so craved. As he went to work on them I unbuttoned his shirt and virtually tore if from his body before dumping it alongside my own clothes. To say I wasn't disappointed by what I found is an understatement. He had the tanned body of an Adonis; beautifully formed and proportioned with just enough muscle and no excess flab. I took the opportunity to kiss his nipples too and then worked my way down his torso to his stomach, fully intending to unbutton his trousers and release that snake trying to force its way out the fly. Mike, however, had other ideas and he gently lifted me onto the bed and laid me on my back. His hands gripped the waist band of my skirt and knickers and with me raising my ass off the bed pulled both off and threw them onto the floor. He stood there open mouthed for a few seconds looking at my naked body before saying "My God, you're stunning. I want to fuck you senseless all afternoon". He then lowered his head and buried his tongue in my already sopping wet pussy.
