My experience is a little tame compared to others here, if they are true; but since this did happen, outside my marriage, and was the best sexual experience I ever had, I thought I'd share it.

Sharon is very pretty, in my opinion; beautiful blue-green eyes, high cheekbones, mousey-brown hair, her skin is pale and slightly freckled, she's curvy but by no means huge; 5'6", about a 36" E cup. She's my neighbour's wife.

We were having a little party, about a fifteen people, and had invited the neighbours as we usually do. I was in the bathroom after the food had been prepared, washing the sticky marinades from my hands, when someone tapped my behind. It was Sharon; she was slightly tippled, not drunk, just being cheeky. She said "Come on, you can't be there all day" and patted my bottom again, I said I would be done very soon, she said "Oh, take your time" placed both her hands on my buttocks and began softly massaging them. She said "Nice buns", I said thank-you and looked up into the mirror above the basin, and she was smiling looking back at me. She persisted, kneaded them gently, then I felt her boobs grazing against my back. I became aroused and embarrassed at the same time; she must've noticed me blush because, smiling, her eyes sparkling, she said "Oh my, did I cause a reaction?", and as I turned away from the basin toward her she just let her hand glide around my jeans and stop adjacent my erection; she laughed again, and stroked her fingers just once over the bulge, looking me directly in the eye, saying nothing. I reluctantly re-joined the party as she closed the door to the bathroom behind me, I couldn't take my eyes off her for the rest of the night.

It had been a long day and everyone including Sharon and her husband had left by 10.30, my wife went to bed so I gathered the dishes and cutlery for cleaning, ran some water in the sink and began loading the dishwasher when the patio doors opened and Sharon stepped in; "Just came over to help with the clean-up" she whispered, smiling, as she walked over to the sink, turned off the water and began to feed bowls into the suds. I was blushing as I had earlier, I walked up behind her and, tapping her bottom, said "You don't have to do that", she looked over her left shoulder at me and said "I want to". Reversing the roles from earlier I began gently massaging her rear end. I said "Nice derriere", she thanked me. Her jeans were tight, I became aroused as I caressed her butt-cheeks. Taking a chance, with one hand I stroked way down, very lightly, into the central valley, stopping adjacent her vagina, then traced my finger up again before falling back to rest again just underneath her vagina; I could sense the heat. I held that position for maybe two seconds, then pulled away again cupping both hands against the beautiful creases of her bottom. She said nothing, at all, she just pushed her hips gently back and wiggled her beautiful bum ever so slightly against my front.

Pushing my luck, so to speak, I slipped my right hand around the front of her jeans and, with my palm resting against her pubic bone, and using three fingers, began to gently massage her vaginal area, pushing softly up into the opening, then releasing, then repeating; like a throbbing. I moved my left hand under her shirt, just above her waist, slid it up to her sports-bra and traced my fingers across her boobs, gently squeezing her left breast and teasing her nipple. It felt exquisite, and hard! At that moment she appeared to lurch forward very slightly and clamped her thighs, tightly, against my adulterous hand; I thought she was saying 'no more, that's enough' so, being a gentleman, moved my right hand up and my left hand down, both to rest on the waist of her jeans. She stayed in this position several seconds, breathing deeply; it was then I realised she was having a moment of intense pleasure which aroused me more, hugely. My breathing became shorter and my courage bolder; I moved my left hand down to her crotch, and with the right I un-clipped the domes of her jeans, one-by-one, she didn't resist as I pushed them down to just above her mid-thighs, she was saying nothing, still sorta clamping her pussy, she still had her hands in the dishwater! She had red briefs on, I ran my hands over her hips, under the fabric of the underwear and rolled them down too, the soaking gusset of her underwear releasing last from the clasp of her vagina. It's now or never, I thought, unbuttoning my jeans and unzipping the fly I placed my penis under her bum, at the top of her thighs and nudged, she was soaking wet, Sharon is in her late forties but I cannot recall a lady ever so wet, it felt sensational. I nudged again and the vice of her thigh-clamp released slightly, I felt the business end of my penis right on her vaginal lips and just kept a gentle firm pressure as my cock slipped slowly into her opening, it wasn't full penetration, maybe just an inch inside her, I pulled back slightly, then, lowering my hips, pushed my cock up further into her, she whimpered as I rocked my hips again and again, each time my penis searching just a little deeper into the core of her, I don't know how many times before my body released the bolt of uncontrollable orgasm as my seed released again and again inside her. It was so fucking good I hadn't noticed she was throbbing too, now hunched with her elbows resting on the sink edge. We stayed in that embrace for some time, lifting my hands I caressed her breasts, slowly and tenderly. She turned her face towards me, over her right shoulder, and we kissed, a long and unforgettable kiss as my penis slipped from her and rested between against the wetness of her thighs. She turned around, we just stood there facing each other, both ravished, exhilarated, when she giggled, pulled up her briefs, and said "Well, that's the dishes done".