My name is Joy and I’ve been married to Kevin for most of our adult lives. Although it’s been an unhappy and sexless marriage for many years, we have never to my knowledge cheated. It’s just something I’ve never thought about, even though we are more like roommates than a married couple.

I'm 5’4" and have long brown hair and brown eyes. I try to stay in shape and healthy with regular workouts and my body, with firm 36D breasts, looks pretty good.

Kevin, too, is in decent shape. He is 6'4" and medium build with blue eyes and thinning brown hair. I think he is handsome and, generally, he’s a good husband and provider. It’s simply that, over the years, we have grown in different directions. We have also adjusted to the way things are and have our own bedrooms. We eat together and share time with our families. We chat casually and pleasantly but avoid serious conversations that might provoke arguments.

At times we drive to town and shop together but, on this particular day, I felt the need for some me time. So I showered and put on a cute, revealing sundress. I did my hair and put it up in a clip. I looked in the mirror and I was pleased with my appearance.

I was in a very good mood and I gathered my things and told Kevin I would be back later. Not knowing exactly what I would do, I couldn’t tell him when I would return but I said I would have dinner in town.

Driving to town, thinking what a beautiful day it was, I considered what I could do. Maybe some shopping. Maybe call a friend to meet me for lunch. I noticed I needed gas in my Honda.

Why didn't Kevin make sure my car was full?

A little annoyed, I pulled into a gas station. I got out of the car and a SUV pulled up on the other side of the pump. A man stepped out and our eyes locked. We smiled and said, “Hello.”

He was a nice piece of eye candy for sure. I estimated 6’ 3” and he had salt and pepper hair, beautiful blue eyes and a fit-looking body.

I continued filling my car but couldn’t help looking up now and again at the handsome stranger and, each time, he was looking back at me. I finished pumping my gas, smiled again at this gorgeous man and got in my car to leave. As I did he waved and said, "Have a great afternoon. Perhaps, see you again sometime.”

I waved and smiled back, thinking, “Yes, that would be nice,” and pulled away.

I had to wait for traffic and I realized the SUV had come up behind me. I had decided to go to the supermarket, which was right behind the gas station, so I drove off and headed for the parking lot. I continued to look in my rear view mirror and he was still behind me. I thought maybe he was just going to the same store. Or was he following me?

I intended finding out. So I drove to a parking place in the back of the lot to see what he would do. I was watching in my mirror but I lost him. He must have turned another way.

Through my open window, I heard, ”Where are you going? Are you okay?"

I was shocked and turned my head to find Mr Gorgeous standing beside my car.

"I'm fine, thank you." I tried to think of a reason for pulling into a parking space so far from the store.

"Why have you parked here?" He had a smirk on his face. "Were you waiting for me?” He laughed.

"Um, no I was looking for my shopping list,” I lied.

Proffering his hand he said, "Hello, I’m Michael."

"Hello Michael, I'm Joy… very nice to meet you." I shook his hand and held on to it.

"My hand… do you like it?" he teased.

Embarrassed, I let go and tried to apologize. We laughed and began talking. I looked up at him but also scanned over his body. I felt myself getting wet. My goodness, what was wrong with me? I have never acted like this before. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

Our small-talk conversation flowed easily and, suddenly, Michael revealed that his wife had left him several years ago for another man and he was only now starting to get his life back together. He had thrown himself into his job and not bothered with a social life.

I was intrigued and, without thinking too much, invited him to get into my passenger seat. “It’ll be easier to talk,’ I said. “I won’t have to crane my neck looking up at you.”

He smiled and walked around to the passenger side. Although we were strangers, amazingly our conversation continued to be personal and frank. I told him about my marriage and he nodded, knowingly. Apparently, his had been a sexless marriage, too, and we were both starved for attention. There was a definite connection between us.

As we talked, we looked into each other’s eyes and our hands occasionally touched. I sometimes put a hand on his thigh, briefly, and he did likewise on my arms. The conversation slowed and more was said with our eyes than with our mouths.

Then it happened. Michael leaned over and placed his lips on mine. A soft, gently, brief kiss became more urgent, even passionate. I felt his tongue on my lips and I parted them to accept his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues began to dance together.

What was I thinking, what was I doing?

We tried to embrace but a Honda with bucket seats isn't ideal for hugging. He suggested moving to his vehicle, which had a lot more room and I instantly agreed. In fact, when we got out of my car, I boldly said, “ Why don’t we get into the back?”

Michael dropped the seats and he helped me climb into the back. We were like two starving teenagers. We immediately went back to kissing and his hands roamed my body. I felt him cup a breast and I gasped.

Before I knew it, my dress was pulled over my head and his mouth was on my breast. He was biting through my white lace bra as he undid the hooks. My bra fell forward, exposing my breasts, and with trembling fingers, I somehow unbuttoned his shirt and removed it.

Oh my his chest! My hands brushed through his chest hairs and I planted wet kisses while he continued squeezing my breast.

We were like two starving animals. I was rampant and pulled at his belt, unbuckled it and unzipped his his pants. Michael lifted his ass of the seat and pushed down his pants and boxers. My eyes bulged.

He had the biggest cock I had ever seen. I had to have it in my mouth!

I slid down in my seat, leaned into Michael’s lap and flicked my tongue over his large, hard cock. I wrapped fingers around the thick base and I licked around his perfect mushroom head. He was magnificent, so big and hard.

Pre-cum dripped from his tip and I licked and sucked. He tasted wonderful. I opened my mouth wide and began to feed his throbbing meat into my mouth. I heard Michel moan and I sucked harder, sliding my lips further down his shaft. I wanted all of him in my mouth.

I was swirling my tongue around his purple helmet when I felt his hands on the back of my head. "Please take it… take it all,” he gasped.

I was happy to oblige and, as he applied pressure on my head, guiding me down, I felt his cock at the back of my throat. He was pulsing and close to his climax.

"Not yet,” he said and lifted my head. “I want to enjoy you first, all of you.”

With that, he laid me on my back and spread my legs wide. His lips traced a journey on my inner thighs, up my left leg and then down the other. His lips were wet and his breath was hot.

He grasped the waist of my wet panties and drew them down and off. My pussy was sopping, the juices glistening along my swollen lips.

His lips were on up my thighs again, crossing one to the other, until I felt his breath on my pussy. He sucked my lips, not touching my clit but leaving that to throb. My breathing came in short bursts, my chest moving up and down. Oh how I needed this man… a man I didn't even know. What the fuck! I was lost in the heady moment, almost delirious with sensual desire.

My hands grabbed at his head, my hips bucking up and down, wanting him inside of me. “Please,” I yelled. "Fuck me, fuck me now.”

Instead, he began to suck on hard on my clit, pulling it, biting it, driving me wild. My hips bounced up and down. I needed his cock. But his tongue was inside my pussy, his fingers too, and his thumb rubbed my clit.

My legs were shaking and I gasped, “I’m gonna cum… yes, I’m cumming… ”

Michael sucked harder. His tongue went deeper. His thumb pressed and swirled harder over my nub. And I bucked violently, my body shaking and rocking as I came like I had never cum in my life. My nails dug into his shoulders and my hips continually thrust up and down as he sent me into several orgasms.

Finally, Michael raised his head from between my legs. His face was smeared in my juices and he came up my heaving body to kiss me again. I tasted myself as our tongues danced together. Slowly, he moved further up and I felt his hard cock at the entrance to my pussy.

He made one final move up my body and his cock pushed between my already open lips and into my wanting, hungry pussy. My eyes closed and I was in heaven. He started working into me, long slow strokes. He felt good.

I didn't realize how much I missed having a cock inside of me. Yes, I used toys at home, but nothing beats a real, throbbing hard cock.

Michael delved deeper, his hardness filling me, but my cunt was screaming for more. My hips thrust to meet his long strokes but I wanted him to pummel me. I wanted to be fucked with ferocity.

“Harder… harder, Michael… please, fuck me harder," I screamed.

Michael thrust his large cock all the way, our pubic bones meeting with every powerful drive. I could feel him all the way up my cunt and I contracted my muscles, tightening around him.

He must have been close but suddenly he withdrew and flipped me over and raised my ass. I felt fingers rubbing my tight brown hole and then one penetrated. I moaned louder. I felt his head nudging against me and with one firm push he entered. I was well lubed by my own earlier juices.

Michael began to fuck me hard and fast. I pushed back on his cock taking every bit of it. God, his cock felt so good in my ass. But we couldn’t last much longer and, like wild, hungry animals, our flesh slapping against one another, we both came, screaming and grunting in savage orgasmic frenzy.

We collapsed on the floor of the SUV, his weight on top of me and his arms around me. We lay for some time, without speaking, until he rolled off and rested beside me, our arms still wrapped around one another.

Neither of us spoke, realizing that this was a remarkable afternoon on which we’d shared something quite extraordinary, something we both needed.

A few minuted later we dressed, and stepped out of the SUV. We kissed one more time and looked deep into each other's eyes. We knew would never meet again but would always remember this special afternoon.

We said our good byes, smiling, and got into our cars and drove away.

I forgot all about going to the store.