About a year ago I had a fantastic encounter with a very beautiful married woman named Paula.

I was at a holiday party at my brother’s house when I saw her. Paula and I had met once before, but we didn’t know each other very well.

She arrived without her husband, who planned to show up later. She wore a lavender dress that came only to mid-thigh. It was a terrible distraction as I tried to carry on a conversation with my gaze continually drifting down to her luscious legs.

I was smitten. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke, and she proved as fascinating to listen to as she was to look at. She asked for a drink and I dashed off to get it, racing back to her side for fear that someone would be sitting there when I returned. As I handed her the drink my fingertips brushed her hand. She realized that it was no accident. I told her how much she excited me and asked if she’d like to leave the party and go someplace else.

“You do know that I’m married, don’t you?” she said.

“Being married doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time, does it?” I asked.

“I’ve never cheated on my husband,” she said.

“I don’t see sex outside of marriage as cheating,” I said. “I’ve been married, and to me extramarital sex is just being daring enough to let the beast out of the cage and experience its thrills.” Paula did not move a muscle. “I would like to make love to you, even if it’s only this one time. Your husband won’t ever know about it. Just say the word,” I said, “and we’ll quietly slip out of the room. I’ll take you somewhere safe and private.”

“Where could we go?”

“There’s a bedroom upstairs where we can be alone.”

“All right,” she said, but she looked nervously around the room, worried who might be watching.

“Let’s work it like this,” I said. “Give me some time to get up and leave, then follow me after a few minutes. I’ll meet you at the top of the stairs, okay?”

“Fine,” she said.

I got up and left. When she followed me, I led her to one of the upstairs bedrooms. I locked the door behind us and we began to undress. When Paula was completely naked I took her in my arms and began caressing her breasts, her ass, her waist. She leaned her forehead onto my shoulder. Her hair brushed against my cheek and the scent excited me. Gently, I kissed her face, her neck, and her shoulders.

She sat down on the bed and lay back, spreading her legs. Her stomach and navel were soft, quivering at the slightest touch of my lips and tongue. Her scent went straight to my head. I moved downward until my lips touched the sensitive pink folds of her pussy lips. I pleasured her with my tongue while she combed her fingers through my hair.

I raised up to mount her, wedging my hips between her soft thighs. We made contact and moved in unison, stimulating each other to new heights of excitement. Having sex in a strange bed with someone other than your spouse might have had something to do with it also. Paula’s arms and legs wrapped around me, and I felt her nails at my shoulders. I heard my balls slap against her with each forward thrust.

As we struggled to remain silent our lovemaking grew more intense. I lost myself in her as she clutched my neck throughout her powerful climax. Her pussy juices flowed as I continued to thrust in and out. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I gasped between breaths, “I’m about to go off, Paula!” I gripped her waist and erupted, spurting my juices inside her. We waited until my spasms subsided and our breathing began to return to normal.

Soon she was anxious to return to the party. She thought her husband might have arrived and be wondering where she had disappeared to. When I withdrew from her, she sat up and began to get dressed. We said little, but kissed at the doorway and then went down to rejoin the party. We went our separate ways and no one seemed to notice our absence. I left the party just as her husband drove up.

Although our encounter was brief, it was the most satisfying sex I’ve ever had with any woman. I hope I run into Paula again someday soon. I always look for her when my brother throws a party.