Sat Nav
My husband absolutely hates sat navs, mainly because since a new relief road was built near our home, sat nav systems send all kinds of drivers down our lane.
The big truckers soon learned not to take the route, but other drivers still venture down past our home.
And since my husband's libido has plummeted, it's given me opportunities for sex.
At first it was by pure mistake that I got caught masturbating with my husband at work.
A large van driver was stood at our side window watching me play with my clit.
Embarrassed when I looked round and saw him watching me, I quickly got up and went to see what he wanted.
Directions. Only I'd noticed the tent in his shorts.
Thinking quickly and totally of the cuff, I asked him if wanted a blow job.
In our kitchen with him sat on a breakfast bar stool, I lowered his shorts and out popped his already rock hard dick.
Sucking it straight into my mouth, I was really beginning to enjoy his thick cock, when he gripped my hair and really began to thrust hard.
His cock erupted in my mouth and still holding my hair tightly, I wasn't given much choice but to swallow his cum.
A couple of minutes later he was in his big van driving away, and I couldn't slide my fingers inside myself quick enough.
I was so turned on, I made myself orgasm three times, one after another.
That night, still thrilled with the oral sex, I tried to get my husband to fuck me, but he was more interested in his whisky.
So I decided there and then I was going to try and have more stranger sex.
A few days later, I turned our settee around facing the bay window.
Looking at some porn on my lap top, I slowly pleasured myself hoping for someone to drive past. I'd removed all of my clothing after twenty minutes and had my legs spread wide, and that's when a van passed.
The man driving easily saw me masturbated and stopped.
He waited a couple of minutes never taking his eyes off me, until I made a hand gesture for him to join me.
The whole thing, from him entering our home, to feeling his hot cum spurting over my arse cheeks, took only five to ten minutes. And that was with me sucking on his small cock too.
When he drove away, I was about to go and get one of my dildos after cleaning myself, but I saw a car pull up outside.
There was an older guy looking very confused as he got out of his car, but not half as much as when he looked in our front room window. That's because I'd knelt on the sofa, presenting my backside to the window and was using a wet finger to massage my arsehole.
I saw the indecision on his face. And knew instantly he was considering if he should cheat.
Malcolm is sixty three and now frequently gets lost down our lane. That first day I learned just how amazing older men can be, and just how well endowed that silver haired guy was.
Malcolm knocked on the door, so I answered it naked.
Inviting him in, as soon as he stepped inside I cupped his cock and balls and was still holding them two hours later after having some of the best sex I'd ever experienced.
Malcolm isn't by any stretch of the imagination, a stud. In fact he's quite a plain quiet married man. However he is a wolf in sheep's clothing where sex is concerned.
From pushing me onto the sofa and burying his face into my pussy and arsehole, tonguing them until I'd climaxed at least half a dozen times, to fucking both my love holes until I could barely walk.
And that's because the unassuming man who'd literally fucked me all over our home, has a very impressed nine inch upward curving thick cock.
Its so beautiful, I've taken many pictures of it, and Malcom. Usually as he's fucking me.
He visits at least once a week and never fails to have me climbing the walls sexually. And usually after sex he likes me to gently hold his cock and balls, kissing and licking them until he's totally relaxed.
He's a fantastic lover, yet he's by no means my only one.
Every now and then I get the urge to show off my fantastic figure and masturbate in front of our lounge window.
Since the first van driver, I've had sex with over twenty different men. They've normally been in vans, but occasionally cars and one motorcycle.
The motorcyclist was the youngest guy to enjoy one of my sex days. He only stayed twenty minutes, but in that time fucked my arsehole in our kitchen, like there was no tomorrow.
It's funny, before the relief road was built I would never have thought to be so bold sexually. But now I love letting men see me naked and playing with myself.
There's probably been over a hundred men, who have witnessed the woman in her lounge masturbating down that country lane. And quite a few women too I would imagine. And that brings me to my final confession.
Only a week ago, a woman who was utterly lost walked up our path after apparently seeing me enjoying myself.
It's not like women to stop, but she did.
Michelle was my first ever experience of lesbian sex. She was on her way to visit a friend who'd moved to our valley.
Only instead of licking her friends pussy and arsehole that afternoon, she taught me how to tongue hers, as she absolutely devoured mine.
It was my first taste of pussy, and if Michelle is anything to go by, the thirty three year old won't be the last.
