There were a gang of us that use to dine and party. We were all in our early 40s. Many of the other wives were very attractive but their was one who had that je n’est ce pas. She was an attractive brunette, fit, about 5’7” but exuded masses of sex appeal. What made it most attractive was that she had no idea that she had this aura. Her name is Sandy. We were at a dinner dance and as it was getting towards the end of the evening the music and the music began to slow. I asked Sandy to dance and she melted into my arms. I was surprised but delighted to feel the fullness of her breasts against chest and her groin pressed against my thigh. ‘Are you alright, Sandy?’ I asked. ‘No, I am not happy. Gary is behaving like a prat.’ Sure enough her husband had been flirting wildly with a lady doctor all evening. ‘I can not believe it. You are the most beautiful and the sexiest woman in the room. I can not understand someone behaving like that?’ ‘Do you really believe that?’ ‘Believe that I am sexy.’ ‘Oh definitely very sexy.’ ‘I think I am frigid. Sex has become a quick leap on top and there or four thrusts followed by snoring. Frankly, I would rather not.’ ‘Can I ask you a very personal question?’ ‘If you must.’ ‘Have you ever had an orgasm?’ There was a long pause, she looked into my eyes. ‘I do not think so.’ ‘Oh if you did, you would know.’ The result of that conversation was me parking my car outside Sandy’s very large and smart house three days later. I worked away from home, so it was easy to rearrange my diary and free up an evening. Clutching a bunch of roses and feeling a little nervous, I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. The door opened and Sandy was stood behind it, as if to keep a barrier between us. I entered and she closed the door. She looked stunningly beautiful dressed in a floral summer dress buttoned up the front and shoes with two inch heels that bought her close to my height. ‘These are for you’ ‘Oh Dai you are so sweet. I can not remember the last time someone bought me flowers. Let me find a vase. Make yourself at home. Can I get you a glass of wine.’ ‘That would be lovely.’ I went into her sumptuous sitting room, removing my suit jacket and tie and sat on the cream sofa. Sandy returned with the flowers in a vase, bending over to place them on the coffee table giving me a lovely view down her cleavage. She smiled at me, stood up and returned to the kitchen to collect two glasses of white wine. We clinked glasses and toasted each other, placing our glasses on the coffee table. ‘Are you feeling better now Sandy?’ ‘I am in a dichotomy, there is part of me that wants to explore the unknown and then there is the side that is telling me that it is not right. I am not sure which way to take it.’ ‘Well, I would love to kiss you and we can take it from there. You can say No at anytime and I will respect your wishes. How does that sound?’ ‘Sounds nice.’ I lean in, gently holding her gorgeous face in my hands, kiss her softly on her lips. I feel her lips slowly part and I slip my tongue into her mouth. I feel her arms around my neck and her body move against me. I release her face as our tongues do battle in our mouths and my hands slip down her body. I cup her magnificent breasts and she sighs involuntarily. My right hand reaches her thigh and she parts her legs to allow me access. I am reward by finding very damp lace panties. I break away from her. ‘So far so good?’ She nods her affirmation. ‘If you are happy, I think we should adjourn to the bedroom.’ ‘Yes.’ As she stands, she involuntarily straightens her skirt. Holding my hand she walks to the stairs. I stop her at the bottom, standing behind her I kiss her neck. She leans back into me, her soft bottom pushing into my hardness. I begin to unbutton the dress. Her brassiere is front clasping, so I release her breasts without our bodies breaking contact. My left hand is playing with her left nipple and I am rewarded with sighs. I slip my right hand into her panties and my index finger finds the button of her clit. Sandy groans and her right hand slips between us and clutches my rampant cock through my trousers. I remove my hand and instruct her to stand on the first step. I rub my hand down her buttocks, between her legs and moving her gusset to one side slip my middle finger into her very moist pussy. My index and third finger are either side of her clitoris. I tell her to climb the stairs. By the the fourth step she is clinging to the bannisters by the eighth step she is uttering a mass of profanities but No is not one. By the top of the stairs her knees have virtually given way, I extract my wiggling finger, pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. Her dress and underwear are removed in a flash. It takes me a little longer to undress as I am taking my time as I view the supine beauty on the bed. She is even more beautiful and sexy naked than I imagined. I crawl between her legs alternating kisses with either side as I approach her pussy. I gently lick the outside of her labia, her knees are over my shoulder and I can feel her thighs squeezing me. A long lick straight up her slit is rewarded with a loud groan. I plunge my tongue deep into pussy and suck her sweet nectar. Rewarded with more noise of appreciation. I move up and lick around her clitoris, she is wriggling now so I place my mouth over her clit and give her a couple licks. ‘Jesus Christ and Mary.’ Her body tenses as she thrusts her crutch towards me. Her bottom is off the bed, I support her with my hands as My mouth has created a vacuum around her clit and suck strongly. ‘FUCK ME!’ She suddenly starts to convulse and her hands grab and pull at the pillows and duvet. I release her and crawl up to the top of the bed. He chest is red from the exertion of her orgasm, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I just look at her. She opens her eyes and smiles that brilliant and sexy smile of hers. ‘Happy?’ ‘Absolutely ecstatic and you have not fucked me!’ ‘Yet.’ Said I. ‘