I’m a 29-year-old married woman who’s married to a great guy who’s 37. I need to keep my details secret for obvious reasons but I need to share my secret life. The first time I had sex with another man was totally out of the blue. To this day I have no idea who he was or even his name. Before I start, I have to explain that my husband has a very low sex drive. Even when we first got married, we would have sex at most three or four times a month, sometimes less and for some reason, I wanted more but I sorted myself out rather than look elsewhere. Then we went on holiday and my life changed. It was in Spain, in a quiet hotel with no more than a dozen people younger than us with everyone else in their late 40’s to late 60’s. There was one man from the UK who was in his late-50’s. Good looking and very distinguished. He would smile at me in a way that made me go weak, but I thought nothing of it. One evening my husband had too much to drink so I put him to bed and went for a walk. The hotel was quiet anyway so finding a quiet spot to sit and look at the sea wasn’t difficult. A little while later my ‘friend’ past by, stopped and came back to say hello. We chatted and he asked me why I was on my own. I explained about my husband and asked him about his wife. He explained that she had one of her many headaches and had gone to bed. He sat next to me and told me how attractive I looked. I was wearing a strapless top with a tight skirt. He gave me that look that made me go weak at the knees and said ‘ if you weren’t married I would have loved to touch you’. In my naivety I thought he meant my hand or my arm. I said that he could touch me if he wanted. He smiled and just said ‘thank you’ then put his hand on my chest, just below my neck and for a few seconds looked at my breasts. Then, slowly he slid his hand town and under my top to my bear breasts, cupping one then the other before gently squeezing them. I felt a little silly for not realising what he meant, no one was around us so I let him carry on and to be honest, I enjoyed it. I had the warm feeling that I had when my husband first touched me. He apologised for stretching my top and proceeded to pull it down. I was sat there with my breasts out being touched in the open air. I kept a look out whilst my breasts where massaged. He examined me as though I was something of value and that made me feel special. Then, quietly and gently he said, ‘may I’ and with that he bent over and put one then the other of my breasts in his mouth. He gently sucked my nipples and ran his tongue round them. I felt weak. I let this complete stranger touch me and suck me and found myself putting my hand on the bulge in between his legs. Then he sits up and puts his hand on mine and presses it hard onto his bulge. Moments later he stands and unbuttons his trousers, ‘ I hope this is ok’ he says to me putting his hand on my cheek. He tales out his cock and laces it to my lips and stops and smiles. I look up at this stranger and open my mouth. His cock was thick and tasted of salt as it slipped in between my lips. I let him thrust his cock into my mouth. I had never let anyone do this to me before, not even my husband and to be honest, I had no idea what I was supposed to do, so I gently sucked. Neither of us said anything, I just sat there and let him fuck my mouth before he pulled himself out and tucked himself away. I wanted hi to continue, he made me feel alive and dirty and I needed that in my life, I needed to feel alive. I thought my experience was over, but I was wrong. My handsome stranger pulled me up my hand and led me down a path to a patch of grass away from the path. ‘ Lay down’ he whispered. I felt as thought I needed to do as I was told so I lay on my back. My ‘lover’ pulled my feet apart, opened my legs, lifted my skirt and tugged at my knickers pulling them off and throwing them away. I lay there exposed; my top was pulled down and my skirt was pulled up. He gently undid his shirt and pulled his trousers down slightly before gently laying on top of me. He kissed me gently on the lips and told mem again how beautiful I was and even though I knew I was plain at best, he made me feel special. He gently squeezed one of my breast and with a gentle thrust I felt his cock slide into me. It was amazing. I looked up at the stars and all I wanted at that moment was to be fucked. I didn’t have to wait long. Soon, his head was next to mine and as he kissed my neck and cheek he thrust himself into me. For what felt like ages a stranger was making love to me, his cock was thick and long and he made me cum within moments. I could hear someone pass us on the path no more than 15 feet away, then the chatter got closer. I looked up and say a young couple looking down at us. The lad put his hand up as thought to apologies for interrupting, the girl waved and smiled and mouthed her apologies as my lover was thrusting away, gently but now with some speed fucking me. It felt natural and I didn’t feel embarrassed at all, after all, I was only a married woman fucking a complete stranger on the floor near a hotel, what was more natural than that. I remember now feeling his cock deep inside me making me cum over and over and even if I wanted him to stop (which I didn’t) I could only lay there and let him do it to me. I felt his smooth chest on me, he held my breast under his chest so he was pressing himself onto my breasts. My handsome lovers thrusts and grunting became more urgent, he lifted his head up and looked at me deeply. You are so beautiful he told me. Then told me he was going to cum and gallantly asked me if he could cum inside me. I almost begged him to cum in me, with that he fucked me harder and harder. I looked up and could see the two youngsters who had interrupted us earlier watching. At the same time, I felt my lover cum inside me splashing cum into me over and over, grunting and groaning. We lay there exposed for a while before I could hear our neighbours squeal and grunt as they too climaxed. I explained that I needed to go and the four of us walked back to the hotel, my stranger only letting go of my hand as we got close to the hotel. I saw hi again several time and had a gentle smile. My husband once asking me if I knew him and I honestly said ‘no dear, I have no idea who he is’ missing the part about being full of his cum. That was several years ago and now whenever I have to go away with work and stay in some dreary little hotel I choose someone, doesn’t matter if it’s a man or woman or even if I’m attracted to them and I take them to my room and let them to whatever they want to me, filling me with cum or licking my pussy or just making love to me with their hands, pussies and breasts and it makes me feel alive and young. I hope you understand, and I hope one day to have the courage to tell you more about my experiences.