This is more designed to rid myself of my guilt. I know this isn’t a agony aunt site but it’s the best one I can find where people are honest and I need to confess my actions. Part of me is so ashamed and part of me feels liberated and young again. I am a 40 year old married mother of 2. I make a lot of effort to look after myself but my husband and I haven’t had sex for nearly a year because he feels that 1, ‘we are past all that and 2, ‘ we have our family so its not needed. But I have needs and they were met last week whilst on holiday. We went to Spain to our usual holiday spot which is a nice hotel with plenty for the kids to do. The first week went as normal but in the second week I went from a good wife and mother to a deceitful slut. As I said, I look after myself and when on holiday I wear a nice swimsuit. It is a little skimpy but I work hard on my figure and I like to feel good. My husband doesn’t like it but that’s his problem. At the beginning of the second week a Spanish young man I would say in his early 20’s would smile at me and make excuses to talk to me. He was handsome and very tall and physically fit, I noticed that he would turn up a lot wherever we were. One afternoon he sat next to us by the pool, my husband asked who he was, and I told the truth, that I didn’t know and that he must be staying at the hotel. I expected hm to be jealous but all I got from my husband was ‘he seems a nice guy’. I was quite hurt that my husband didn’t seem to care that a handsome young man was talking to me. After about an hour of just chatting about anything and everything when I suggested to my husband that the kids had been in the sun enough and that we should go in. He told me I was being controlling but agreed that they should have some shade for a while and suggested that if I was too hot that I should go in for a while and come back later. I was furious, but I made sure the boys had enough sun cream on and stayed and played under an umbrella before I went inside. The intention was to get a cold drink. What happened was so much different. I got cold drinks and took them out to the boys and my husband and went back in followed by my new Spanish friend. What happened next is like something you would see in a prn movie or read in a book but I swear that it is all true. I sat inside in the air-conditioned bar area. My Spanish friend sat next to me and we chatted, then he simply said, ‘your husband is right, you are hot’. I agreed that it was very hot but he said’ no, you are hot, very sexy, very attractive’. I had noticed that he would occasionally look at my chest and look me up and down and I felt myself blushing. I thanked him and changed the subject. Then he said, ‘your husband will be out for a long time, cane we go upstairs and fuck’. I was so shocked I asked him to repeat himself. ‘I would like to take you upstairs and fuck’. My mouth went dry and I had to take a drink before reminding him that I was married with children and I wasn’t that sort of woman. He apologised and said that he didn’t mean to cause offence, but it was just sex and no one would need to find out. I was in shock but I also had a not in my stomach. I didn’t dare do anything like that, and even though there was no way I was going to have sex with a stranger or indeed anyone the excuse I gave myself was that I wasn’t on the pill and what if I got pregnant. I thanked him and said that I couldn’t. ‘Then lets just go to my room and talk, we get on so well’. I knew it was a bad idea but I was so excited that a young handsome man was interested in me and I know you’re going to say that I knew what was going to happen, and I suppose I did, I agreed. The justification was that we were just going to talk. We got in the lift and he put his hand on my lower back. My stomach was doing somersaults and my mind was racing. This was ridiculous, married women don’t go the stranger’s hotel rooms to talk but I still justified it by telling myself that we were going to talk. It was a long walk down a corridor to his room and all the while his hand was on my back. We got to his room and I stood at the door. He was behind me getting his wallet out for the room key card. I said something like ‘this isn’t a good idea’. He put his arm over my shoulder and said that we were alone and why wasn’t it a good idea. We paused and stood there for a few seconds, I could have walked away but in the corridor, he put his hand under my bikini top to squeeze my breast, his fingers squeezing my nipple. It was electrifying, we could have been caught at any moment. He said that we should go inside and opened the door. He removed his hand and led me int his room. In a second, he spun me round, I opened my mouth and let his tongue inside. Seconds later I was naked, he had unclipped my top and dropped it to the floor, taken his tongue out of my mouth and went to his knees pulling the bikini bottoms down and moved me to the wall where he lifted my leg. His tongue was now inside me. All I could think of was how I hadn’t shaved my pussy for a while, but he didn’t seem to care as he fucked me with his mouth before standing up and undressing. He was gorgeous, not a n ounce of fat on him, just muscle and his cock. Fuck he was big. Is shaft was long and thick and the end of his cock was the largest and thickest I had ever seen. I can’t remember how I got to the bed but the next thing I remember was trying to breath with his cock in my mouth. He tasted wonderful, salty but somehow sweet at the same time. For the next hour I let this young stranger fuck me. I felt his fingers deep inside me and his mouth sucking my nipples. I felt this cock resting on my tummy whilst I ran my tongue over his chest whilst he leant down and rubbed me between my legs. I had my first orgasm very quickly and that stopped any resistance I may have had, not that I wanted to resist, I just wanted to be fucked. Then he pushed his cock into me, and he fucked me. At first, he was gentle, he got into a nice gentle rhythm and I climaxed yet again. He was so deep inside me, deeper than any man had ever been. I lay there and let him thrust away, every now and again I would gently cum. I tried not to make too much noise, but I couldn’t help myself and I would moan and cry out. I have idea how long we fucked for but it was much longer than my husband had ever lasted. In the end my new friend’s rhythm got faster and more urgent, he was moaning and groaning and in the ned he was pumping me hard. He was saying something in Spanish and the two of us were groaning quite loudly, I honestly had no choice, it just came out of my mouth. I gripped my legs round his back and to my shame I literally begged him to cum inside me and fuck, fuck, fuck did he. He let out a load long groan and I felt cum pour into me not once but three times. When my husband cums ( that is from what I can remember) it’s a little dribble but my lovers cock was like a hose. I had the longest deepest most exquisitely painful orgasm of my entire life. Then it was over, we lay there, he told me how beautiful I was and what a great lover I was and I felt beautiful and young again. But then I felt guilty. I dressed and left. The next day I was back in his bed and every day for the next 5 days being fucked against the wall, on my knees and on my back. I let him suck my breasts and my pussy, I even let him suck my breasts when we were alone in a lift once. But the best sex of all was the most dangerous. He had seen me in a white dress, and he wanted to see me in it again but asked that I not wear any underwear so for him I didn’t. I am ashamed to say this but as I sat at a table in the hotel restaurant with my husband and children, he sat on a table close bye and the thought that I was not wearing anything under my thin dress and that my lover was looking at me and I knew what he was thinking made me climax. I managed to keep it quiet, but I wanted him there and then, on the table if necessary. One of the children fell asleep at the table. I suggested I take them up and stay with then but my husband said he would do it and for me to come up when I had finished. As soon as he had left, I got up and walked out of the restaurant hoping that my lover would follow. He did. He gripped my arm tight and pulled me up a path that led to some scrub land. After a few dozen yards or so it was dark. There was a large boulder, he bent me over the boulder, lifted my dress and entered me and fucked me hard. This time he wasn’t gentle, we fucked like wild animals, my dress was pulled down and the feeling of my breasts against the rough stone was exciting. Then a couple passed, just a few yards away but he didn’t even slow down. I bit my hand to stop the sound of my moaning and watched them pass. They looked over but they couldn’t have seen us. The danger was so exciting that I climaxed, and so did he, again pumping cum into me. I had cum so hard I had to stay bent over the stone for a little while before attempting to walk back to the hotel, all the while cum dripping down my legs. I found a tissue in my pocket, but it wasn’t enough. I knew this was likely to be the last time I would see my lover who I feel I had fallen in love with. In full view of the hotel and people coming and going we kissed passionately before he ran his hand over my face and down to my breast and I walked away. My husband was annoyed that I had taken so long and I was tempted to tell him that I a young man had just bent me over a boulder and fucked me and show him the cum still running down my legs but I looked at the kids and thought it a bad idea. I showered, masturbating, wishing my lover was in the shower with me, wondering how excited he would be watching water drip from my nipples, him sucking the water off them. I came again, then put on my panties and a t shirt and went to bed. I saw him again the next day leaving the hotel. I am still devastated that I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye and I am both ashamed and excited at the same time that I did what I did. And no, he didn’t get me pregnant and there is a small part of me that whished he had. Now I am ashamed that I feel that I need strangers inside me and to feel strangers cum fill me.