[WoodyWoodWood]

When I was in my early twenties, and in-between wife no.1 and wife no.2' have to admit I slept around a bit, partly as a reaction to the failure of my marriage.

At the time I was working for a food processing company managing their stocks etc. etc., and spent some of my time in Scotland where they had a second production plant (the other being in my hometown in England).

While I was there I spent a lot of time with the Branch Manager, and it soon became apparent that he was sleeping with one of the women, Julie, that worked in the office. It was not unusual for me to go out in the evenings with the two of them, and another younger girl, Anne, from the office, who was there to keep me company.

After I'd been there for a couple of weeks my manager went off on holiday for two weeks, with his wife and children, and I was effectively in a strange town where I really only knew Julie and Anne. So it felt normal to arrange to go out with them, as usual, over the weekend. However Anne was competing in a Scottish dancing competition on the Saturday, so it ended up with me and Julie going out.

It's fair to say that we were very merry when we got back to her home, and she invited me in for a "coffee or maybe something stronger"

It was at this point that I found out she was married, as her husband was sitting watching Match Of The Day - I guess the question of her being married and cheating on her husband with my boss.

One drink led o another, and after MOTD finished hubby went off to bed, while Julie made a coffee to sober me up before my walk back to the hotel.

When she came back into the room, she had unfastened a couple of her blouse buttons, and she sat down next to me. I was staring down her blouse like a dog on heat and she took hold of my hand a placed it onto her leg, just below the edge of her skirt.

It was at this point that I realised that she was expecting more from me than pleasant company, so I slid my hand up her legs, and quickly found she was wearing stockings. My hand slid between her thighs and cupped her pussy, while I pulled her head towards me and kissed her. Everything got a little blurry after that, but suffice to say that within a couple of minutes my trousers and underpants were on the floor, next to her blouse, bra, and knickers, while my cocktail was pumping in and out of her very moist, married, pussy.

We were on the floor with me on top, but she wanted to control everything and we rolled over and she rode me hard before coming for the first time. Rut that wasn't it. She took a little time to settle down from her orgasm and then she started to ride me again. Needless to say it wasn't too long before she had me right at the edge, and tipped me over in to an explosive climax filling her wet and wonderful pussy with my spunk.

We laid there together for a few minutes then she just said, very manner of factly, "Well that was good, but don't think it will happen again, and don't tell anyone, especially our boss.

And I never did.