When I was seventeen, I and another friend of mine were invited to a party by a woman who's husband worked on the oil rigs in the North sea. He was away working so knowing about her wild parties we said yes. It turned out myself and my friend were the only ones invited. Answering the door to us, just dressed in a bath robe she invited us in. No sooner than we'd entered her front room, she dropped the bath robe and stood there totally naked.
I wasn't a virgin, but my friend was. So after we'd stripped she began to suck us both off and my friend came within a minute. His small cock shriveled up and she turned to me, asking me to fuck her mouth. I'd been forcing my cock down her throat for about five minutes, when she pulled away and asked my friend to lick hr pussy and arse from behind. He stopped playing with his flaccid cock stood up and told her to fuck off, adding he'd never kiss a womans c**t or arsehole. All she said was "Well, you'd better fuck off yourself then little boy". A minute later I was alone with a twenty nine year old nymphomaniac. She really was a dirty whore and over the next hour or so I did everything I'd ever thought of sexually with a female, and lots more I never knew about.
One of the last things we did before I left to walk home, was fucking her arsehole as she spread her legs wide apart and used one of her many dildo's to fuck her pussy. Once I'd cum up her arse, she had me lick out my cum and then we kissed sharing my cum. Her parting gift was to suck my cock clean of her anal juices and my cum.

I'm now an unhappily married man, fortunately with no kids. I've never once had anyone as horny as the woman I fucked when I was seventeen, and believe me I tried to fuck her again. Unfortunately her husband became unemployed and they moved away not too much after. And up until two weeks ago I hadn't seen either of them. Then a removals van arrived across the street from where I now live. At first I didn't recognise the guy as he'd put on so much weight, but I instantly recognised her as she got out of a very nice expensive car. Remembering the night I had such an amazing time fucking her, I climbed down the ladder I was on and walked over and said hello. He just thought I was being a nice neighbour, and to her credit she spoke to me as if she didn't know me. That was until he went into the house. She asked how I was doing and if which house I lived in. Pointing to it she told me, and this really messed with my head "My husband is working the rigs again, maybe we could have a party". She might be in her mid forties, but she's still a very good looking woman with a great figure. I know I should be thinking of my wife, but the invite still stands as of yesterday as she caught hold of me after I'd returned from a run. All she said was "Bob's on the rigs as of next week. he'll be gone six weeks, a long time for me not have fun". Winking she added "Why don't you pop across if you're not busy". I knew precisely what she meant. all I have to decide now, is if I'm going to cheat on my wife with the dirtiest slut I've ever fucked.