One night as I sat alone in a restaurant having a quiet dinner, a remarkably attractive young woman who looked to be about 25 stepped inside.

She went straight to the phone booth by the front door, sat down, and crossed her legs as she made a call. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She talked for about ten minutes. After hanging up she walked across the room, keeping her eyes fixed on me, and stopped in front of my table.

“If you’re going to leer at me like that I would at least like to know who you are,” she said. I asked if I could buy her a drink, expecting her to say no. Instead she took a seat across from me. Instantly I felt electricity in the air. After a drink and a lot of small talk, I asked if she would like to go with me to see the ocean at night. Her eyes lit up, and she was soon following me in her car down to the beach, where my wife and I have a small summer cottage.

I fixed gin-and-tonics for us and sat next to her on the couch, wondering if she was as horny for me as I was for her. When I felt her hand on my knee I had the answer. In no time we were all over each other, tugging at each other’s clothes. Fumbling with my belt, she eventually succeeded in unbuckling it and unzipping my pants, pulling my trousers and briefs to my knees in one swift motion. Then she moved her mouth to my cock, the tip of her tongue lashing out at the throbbing head and coating it with saliva. She caressed it in circular motions before taking in the whole shaft. I cupped her head between my palms as her sucking became audible.

I stepped back and out of my pants as she stood up and bent over the couch. I hooked my fingers under her panties and slipped them down over her rump. She was wide open, glistening with her juices, as I entered from behind, sliding in with ease. I pushed deep into her, provoking little grunts and shrieks. After one particularly excited thrust I accidentally knocked her over the back of the couch. She tumbled to the floor and I landed on top of her.

We stayed right where we had landed and curled up in the sixty-nine position with our mouths zeroing in on each other’s genitals. My tongue swabbed the pink folds of her lips while she kissed and sucked the base of my shaft. The tip of my penis bobbed under her chin and against her neck. Then she began nibbling at my balls, gently gnawing with her teeth, pulling and stretching the skin. The whole scene was wild and unlike any sex I’d had before. Then she took both of my balls into her mouth, trying her best to swallow them.

We paused long enough for her to roll me over onto my back. She climbed on top and straddled me, guiding my cock into her wet cunt. I fondled her supple breasts, craning my neck upward to bring my lips to her nipples, which seemed to be just beyond my reach. She rode me back and forth, up and down, her fingers gripping my shoulders like talons. Strands of her hair swept across my face and my chest. Her pussy kept plunging down on my rod, swallowing it completely each time. Suddenly I grabbed her waist and thrust upward, deep into her twat, and then went rigid as I erupted. I felt flushed and delirious as my pent-up load of come burst loose, spurting up into her. She collapsed on top of me as my spasms subsided, and we lay in a contented heap, a few droplets of semen trickling out of her.

We shared a glass of wine and rested until we felt energized enough to fuck again. Hours later she started to fret over how late it was. She hurriedly got dressed, worried that her husband would be wondering where she was at this hour. I told her she was an incredible fuck, and asked if I could see her again. She was very evasive; all I could get out of her was, “Maybe — we’ll see,” and “I can’t promise anything.”

I reminded her that I was just as married as she was, but I couldn’t get her to give me a number where she could be reached, so I stopped asking. She had given me an evening I would never forget. I would have to be grateful for that.