The first time anything happened was purely by accident. I was playing with myself on our bed after my husband chose football over a fuck. I wasn't best pleased, so I decided to have a little fun on my own. Removing my knickers (I don't wear a bra in bed) I was just getting into pleasuring myself by rubbing frantically on my clit when I saw movement to my right. Looking round, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw the man who cleaned our windows and gutters, staring at me with a huge smile on his face. Knowing he'd seen everything literally, I had a choice, cover up and stop what I was doing or carry on. I carried on and let him watch me bring myself to orgasm. I knew he was touching himself, but he obviously couldn't take out his cock as he was up a ladder and in full view of the street. Finished shaking from my orgasm, I moved off th bed and signaled for him to meet me at the rear of our property. Opening the patio doors still naked I bent down as he approached and got him to take out his rock hard cock. With me still in the house and him stood outside, I gave our window cleaner a blow job. He didn't last long at all and I was soon having the decision to spit or swallow. He made the decision for me, by holding onto my head and ramming his cock further down my throat.
Twice more after that I gave our window cleaner head, and both times he shot his load down my throat. Then we got a new window cleaner who was older and ugly as sin.
I didn't have another sexual ascapade for another year almost. We were out at a day time party being held at a very large house. Again like the time before, I'd asked my husband for sex that morning, but he said he was too tired. Feeling horny all day and walking around the grounds of the house alone, I very nearly walked into a young man smoking weed. Like myself the first time, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He made some comment about me not saying anything, so I said I wouldn't if he shared the next joint. Telling me he had no more, I instantly said "Well you'll have to fuck me instead". I hadn't thought about what I was going to say, it just came out. All the same, he took my hand and lead me over beyond the large hedges and around to an overhanging willow tree. Under its substantial branches, he took out his very meaty cock and asked me to suck him first. Squatting down I took hold of his young cock and let him slide it over my tongue. His cock felt so good in my mouth, I literally tried to swallow every inch of it. And for about five minutes all I had in mind was bringing him to a climax. I knew I had no condoms, so didn't really want him fucking my pussy, but he suggested something as I was still sucking away on his cock. "I don't have a condom, but your arse looks ripe for fucking". It had been so long since I'd last had anal sex, yet his comment turned me on so much, I was up and moving my knickers to one side after hitching up my tight black skirt. He spat on my arsehole and his cock and then I felt him press his cock into my bum. It did hurt, I won't lie, but once his dick had bottomed out up my arsehole, and I'd gotten used to it, the feeling changed suddenly to one of total pleasure. He began to get more and more into fucking me and I got more and more needy for him to fuck me hard. Leaning against the trunk of the tree, I was pleading for him to ram his cock into me as hard as he could. And that's what he did for about five to ten minutes. I was in anal heaven by the time I was ready to orgasm and what an orgasm. It went from my arsehole, through my pussy, down to my feet and on up to my head which was spinning with joy. No more than a few strokes later his cock let go and I felt every hot sticky drop enter my arse. Walking back with him to the party, he asked me if he could see me again. I'm sorry to say I never did meet up with that young man again.
Now to my last and still ongoing sexual liaisons. Two years back I met my husbands cousin Martin for the first time. He'd been living in Australia, but had moved back to the UK. When I first met Martin, he openly asked me in front of my husband, why a good looking slim woman like myself, had married his lazy fat balding cousin. I told him it was love, but his smile said another thing to me, it said he'd bet it wasn't love now, and he was right. Our relationship had become pretty much a platonic one, where by we only had sex if I really pressed for it. And even then it was a sparrow fuck. Hop on, hop off. Martin arranged for us all to have a night out a couple of weeks later, and right at the last minute my husband declined saying he was too knackered after playing golf. I decided to hell with him, I was going out anyway. Martin was surprised his cousin hadn't shown up, but he told me again very openly, he'd have all of me to himself. When he said ALL of me, he stressed the point and I instantly became horny. Asking him where we going, he said either the restaurant or a hotel room where we could fuck. Going first to a all night chemist, Martin bought condoms and we headed off to the hotel. In the room I instantly went down on my husbands cousin. I couldn't wait to have his cock in my mouth and was absolutely gobsmacked when I flopped out his huge penis. Martin smiled down at me and said "It's all you honey". We stayed in that hotel room all night and by the time I walked into our front room at home five hours later, my mouth pussy and arsehole had been fucked and fucked and fucked. Martin was and is by a long long way the best lover I've ever been with. His cock certainly helps him be that, but it's also his love of sex and a sex drive which nearly matches mine (I'm still hornier) And his growing as he says it, love for me. We now have sex pretty much every time we meet. Which is very nearly every other day. My husband has for some time suspected we're having an affair, but his indifference only
confirms to me how much we've grown apart.
Soon I would imagine, my husband and I will split. Until then I'm going to continue having amazing sex with his cousin, as often as Martin and I can see each other. If Martin and I wasn't an item, I doubt very much that I wouldn't be having sex with someone else. I'm thirty four now and sex to me only gets better and better. Indeed the older I get, the more dirty I want the sex to be. Who knows I might just have Martin arrange another Hotel night, but invite and include one of his many friends to have sex with me.