Married life can get sour over years, particularly if the intimacy has been deteriorating. It is during such trying times a married man or woman grabs any opportunity that comes their way. Narrating one such incident ................. I had my day off and decided to settle at the local Council Library for the morning. I picked up a magazine, found a quiet corner in the not so busy centre and settled down. I soon caught the glimpse of a red headed woman, seemingly in her late forties, standing near a shelf, reading a book and looking at me from time to time. Something was familiar about her, but I could not guess what. I just gave a naughty smile and turned to my reading. I was thankful that there was a desk which was concealing my enlarging prick as I was admiring her womanly curves. All of the sudden, this woman walked towards me and said, "Paul, is that you?" "Oh Shit! Just what I needed." I thought. I nodded and gave her my best clown like smile wondering who the hell this woman was. She said, "You don't have a clue who I am, Do you?" I shook my head, totally dumbfounded. I was trying to discreetly push myself in so she would not notice the effect she was having on my cock. This medium build woman blurted out, “I am Julie. Julie from Q & A Centre." I remembered we worked together but I knew her only for 8 months. I wondered, how could she remember me? But I also knew Julie to be very friendly, helpful and flirtatious while at work particularly with men. "Well, Get up and give me a hug!" she demanded. "I can't get up right now." I stammered, though I badly wanted to cuddle her. Begging my dick to soften up, I felt my face flush and Julie noticed it immediately. She said, "Paul, you don’t have to worry hiding anything from me. Get up and give me a hug right now before you hurt my feelings." I swallowed hard, thought what the fuck and stood up to hug this sexy woman standing before me. She noticed my bulge immediately and smiled as she said, "So just what are you doing in here?" As we hugged, she did not withdraw a bit from my swollen member. In fact she ground her hips against me in a tight fit as we continued the embrace. I whispered in her ear, "That is not helping me." To which, she merely giggled and ground even harder. I told her I was about to explode and that I had to sit down. She stepped back, pulled a chair and settled down facing me revealing her knees and thighs. I could almost see her pink panties deep inside. She had a grin as wide as an old cadillac and a naughty look on her face that I could not take my eyes off. I noticed for the first time that she had a huge diamond ring on her left hand, ring finger and I asked her about it. She told me she had been married now for 15 years and that it was mostly good. She did not seem excited to mention it and I was quick to notice that. Then she asked about my marital status and I told her about my story of being married but unsatisfied due to wife’s health situation. I wondered why I was telling this woman all this. I could see Julie sigh as she raised and hugged me once again. My cock was starting to settle down by now. I slid my chair out a little, so that I could see Julie's hand and was surprised at what I saw. She had her whole right hand slid into her dress, between two buttons and was frantically frigging herself. I broke her spell and said, "Julie, people passing by this cube can see you!" She stopped and said "You are right. We need to get out of here." With that, she stood up, smoothened the front of her dress, dragged the chair back to its original position and opened the door. "C'mon", she said, "There is a rest room right around the corner." "No. we cannot go out there. I am hard as a rock." I pleaded. She laughed, walked to a book shelf, picked up two large books and returned. "Cover these over your crouch and come with me now!" she demanded. This was definitely not the timid housewife I had known twenty years ago, I thought. I did as she said and walked with the books to a small restroom around the corner. She instructed me to see if anyone was inside and I did so. Much to my relief, it was a toilet with a lock on the door. We went in and locked the door. She looked at me with the most lustful eyes I had ever seen and ordered me to sit on the toilet seat with my cock standing in the air. "Do not say a word to me!" she commanded. She was in total control at that moment. With her back to me, she raised her dress, pulled down her panties and sat down slowly on my fully erect cock. I could feel her moist pussy as my cock brushed past her mild bush. My wife's pussy had stopped becoming moist years ago due to early menopause. This pussy was everything I had dreamed of. It was wet, gushy and hot. My cock slid in easily, but I could still feel the tightness of Julie's vaginal wall as she rode up and down on my rod. I knew straight away that hers was definitely not a well used pussy. No wonder this woman was craving for a cock so bad. As she rode me hard, I felt this was more than I could take. I had not been with another woman for long and I was about to lose my load in the first five strokes. Julie sensed this and whispered, "Don't you dare cum before me. You will never fuck me again, if you do." This was a voice I did not recognize, but I was never going to disobey. I wanted as much of this pussy as I could handle. Just on the brink of a major explosion, I reached down and squeezed my cock with all my strength. It made my cock hurt but thankfully I was over the urge to spurt my semen into this hot cunt hole. Julie kept riding me, fingering her clit on one hand and fondling her tits with the other. Her breath quickened and her pace became frantic. I felt her stiffen up and felt her vagina spasm. The throbs were milking my cock now. I could hold on no longer. My balls felt like a volcano explode as I began to shoot my jism into this honey pot. I had never, in my entire life, pumped so much cum from my dick. I spurt and shot. My cock was in spasms, trying to shoot out every single drop till I was out of fluids. Suddenly, Julie started to cum again. She had never stopped stroking her clit and this time she was totally out of control. She had been somewhat restrained the first time but this time she was howling. I put my hand on her mouth to stop the sounds. Her pussy was vibrating from the guttural noises she was making. My cock just kept itself inside enjoying every pleasurable moment. Fear crept back into my mind when someone knocked on the bathroom door. I answered and said I would be out in a minute but I was very nervous. Scenarios of being caught by security and walking out of this bathroom with another man's wife, made my dick start to shrink. Julie, once again showing her intuitive side, whispered, "Don't worry about them. You still have work to do." And my eyes widened! With that she stood up and turned to face me. She stepped up on the front part of the stool, and placed her other leg on top of the toilet paper holder. While holding on to the cross bar at the top of the stall, she leaned back and directed me to clean her up. I grabbed the toilet paper and started to dab at the cum oozing out of her pussy and she glared at me. "Clean it with your tongue, Paul.", she pleaded. I had never tasted my cum and was not thrilled about it. “Never mind” I said “ I’ll clean with the toilet paper for now.” When done. Julie got up from the toilet and went to the sink. She pulled a pad of post-it notes from her purse and wrote her phone number on it. “Be back in one hour” she said, turned and exited the bathroom. I was still sitting there with my flaccid cock hanging out, when a man walked in. He said, "Oh sorry", and left. It sort of brought me back to reality and I pulled my pants up to leave. I grabbed the note, the books and walked out to the door. I received three thumbs up from various guys in the vicinity of the restroom and a couple of scorns from some older ladies who had also witnessed Julie's departure from the same restroom.