I was tired of being stuck at home while my husband was away on business, so when a coworker invited me to a party, I had my parents take the kids, and off I went.

I was at the party for about an hour when a sexy fatigue-clad Latino walked in. All the women were curious about this hottie. His name was Carlos and he was 23, single, and a sergeant in the Army.

It was easy to see what Carlos wanted. I’d be looking to get laid too if I’d been away for 15 months. The guy certainly deserved to have some fun. I told myself that if I were single and ten years younger, I’d give him whatever he wanted.

Carlos moved across the room, introducing himself to every girl in sight. When he approached me, even the sight of my wedding band didn’t put him off.

Throughout the evening, Carlos kept returning to me and staring at me hungrily. I was both flattered and turned on by his interest. Just looking into those chocolate-brown eyes made me sweat.

I think it’s all right for a married woman to look at a good-looking man. But the thoughts racing through my mind — I’m certain they were all wrong!

I decided it was best to leave the party before I acted on those dirty thoughts, but first I needed to cool off. I made a quick stop into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face and neck. When I opened the door, Carlos was standing on the other side, his gorgeous eyes fixed on mine. He silently backed me into the bathroom and closed the door. I began to melt as he pressed his lips to mine. He reached beneath my skirt to finger my now-wet snatch. He stroked my hot mound as we continued to kiss passionately. The pleasure his hand stirred was almost unbearable.

Carlos kneeled in front of me, hiked up my skirt, and yanked down my panties in one swift move. He licked the moisture from my slit and his tongue massaged my clit. I couldn’t believe I was allowing him unlimited access to my body — and it felt good. I lifted his face from my pussy, thinking how lucky I was. Carlos gave me a wide smile and told me I was the most beautiful girl at the party. Needless to say, this smooth talker was about to get whatever his heart desired.

Carlos followed me back to my place. Once inside, I led him straight to my bedroom. He tore off my clothes and threw me onto the bed. As I watched him undress, I realized I had never been this wet before. I saw his eight-inch ramrod standing ready for action and licked my lips in anticipation.

“I’ve waited months for this,” Carlos said as he lowered himself between my legs. He eagerly buried his face and tongue into my quivering love nest.

“Oh, my God,” I gasped as he devoured my pussy in a way that my husband never did. Within minutes I exploded, and still he wouldn’t let up. I had never had a guy

go down on me for that long and with so much enthusiasm. I thanked my lucky stars as Carlos brought

me to more orgasms than I could count.

He collapsed on top of me, pushed his fat cock deep inside my throbbing pussy, and fucked me

for all he was worth. His hard-driving rod made me scream with joy each time it plunged into me. With my arms and legs wrapped

tight around his toned body, Carlos fucked me through two more mind-blowing orgasms.

When it was time for Carlos to get his, I pleaded, “Come inside me! I want your hot come to fill me up!”

I held Carlos in place as he let out his final thrusts. He moaned and his load filled my pussy.

We fucked through the night and into the next day before he had to leave. It was the best sex of my life, and I doubt I’ll ever experience anything that delicious again. He told me he’s a Penthouse fan, so I hope he gets to read this. I know he’ll love it as much as I loved having him.