Thursday was perfect, the weather was exactly what I would have wished for. It poured with rain all day. There was nothing that Charlie could possibly do in the garden. We had to improvise and did so in bed, for three glorious hours. I'll not bore you the details again. We fucked. I sucked, he ate me out wonderfully. He filled my cunt and my arse with his spunk, complimenting me on my excellent preparation. My one regret was that I took no photographs for Adrian to enjoy later. I wasn't sure how Charlie would have reacted although he was fully aware that I would tell Adrian at the first opportunity. I did take a pic of my swollen and spunky cunt but it was a bit hit and miss.

I sent a message to Andrew and asked if he could recommend a selfi-stick and received a reply suggesting I pop in early Friday morning as he was again alone until ten. He had a couple we could try and he'd be happy to show me how to get the best from them. So that was a nice bonus, a pleasant forty minutes with Andrew learning to take interesting photos for my husband to enjoy.

It was still raining when I kissed Adrian goodbye so checked the weather on my new phone. Such a handy thing, I don't know why I hadn't always had one. Heavy rain all day. Putting my raincoat on before getting into the car I then adjusted it such that any poor cyclist braving the elements might enjoy a little ray of sunshine to start the dreary day. I was at the shop by five past nine and was just about to walk in when I saw he already had a customer, a young woman. I stayed outside surreptitiously watching their animated conversation from under a canopy on the other side of the street. Just before she left they kissed very briefly and she waved as she left the shop. A girlfriend and a very pretty one at that. Was I jealous? Not a bit. Did I feel guilty about enticing him to my bed? Don't be silly. I got a tremendous buzz. Bedding a young lad at my age when he had such a gorgeous girlfriend was nothing to feel ashamed of IMHO.

“Hi,” he said in a delighted to see you kind of way as soon as I walked in, “even dressed for the pouring rain you look absolutely stunning!”

“You silver tongued smoothie,” I told him, “keep it up.” which got a very boyish grin in response.

“That lovely girl your girlfriend?”

“Well, a friend that's a girl is closer.” he admitted.

“Friend with benefits?” I suggested with a knowing look.

He went a bit pink so I told him not to worry, just an old lady being nosey. Which made him snort.

“Old lady! You must be kidding. Don't forget I've seen you wearing only a pair of heels and a big smile, old lady you ain't!” Ever the smoothie.

He seemed to pluck up his courage then continued,

“She's my sisters' best mate, always round our house. I'd had a heavy night a while back and eventually woke next morning desperate for a pee. The house should have been empty. I was bollock naked and wandered to the bathroom and just pushed the door open. Sally was sat on the loo wearing a tiny crop top and with her shorts and panties around her ankles, pretty much all on display and I was stood directly in front of her with a massive stiffy. 'Ohh is that for me?' she said and grabbed it. She stood up, turned us round so that she could lean against the door and guided it between her legs. My first time. I lasted less than a minute! She just grinned and said 'never mind, we'll try again when you've had some experience.' She always gives me a friendly kiss when she comes round and now and then whispers 'how's the training coming on?' in my ear. Friends with hoped for benefits?” he finished.

“And how is the experience coming on?” I asked.

He shuffled his feet. “It isn't,” he admitted.

“If you see her over the weekend and she happens to ask just tell her your experience starts on Monday and you will be getting homework. Ask her if she would mind helping you.”

His face was a picture followed by a big grin.

“Now let's have a look at those selfi-sticks.”

He sorted one out that fitted the bill perfectly. With it on my phone he came round so that he could demonstrate taking a picture with a friend. His words not mine. We had our backs to the shop front.

“Undo a few buttons for me,” I suggested which was when he discovered that I was topless beneath the coat. “Now show me how to take a photo.”

More buttons were undone and more photos taken until he discovered I was naked under the raincoat. We slipped quickly out the back and took the coat off for some more. I invited him to feel how much I was enjoying his company and he was surprisingly gentle for a first timer. His cock felt and looked impressive going by the bulge in his trousers. I was looking forward to training that to please.

While he went back out-front I took a few pix for my husband to enjoy, buttoned up and when he confirmed the 'all clear' I went back into the shop. I paid, we confirmed everything for Monday and as nobody was outside the shop or looking our way I gave him a quick kiss.

Monday was looking to be very enjoyable. My very own toy boy to play with and to teach all the good stuff. I sent a couple of the selfi-pix to my husband.

A little bit about my house as I'm sure it gets a bit confusing with the cars driving in and out. It was a decent sized property when we first purchased it, standing in just over a third of an acre. There was a standard garage and alley way on one side and a large space on the other with a driveway to the garage on the side of the front garden. Over time we built a double garage on each side of the house with extra rooms above. In one garage we keep our fun bits, Adrian's Healey 3000, my MG TF and the Sprite, our first fun car and a couple of motorbikes. In the other lived my SLK and Adrian's Volvo. Needless to say the fun cars had central heating. The front garden is now mainly brick paved with an island and water feature in the middle so that we can drive in, round and reverse into the garage or just drive straight in and turn around the island so we never have to reverse into the road. It also saves gardening. The back garden was just garden and had nothing to do with cars so.... It was grass with a patio in front of the conservatory. The hedge on the left was our neighbour's which Charlie kept in shape for me and on the right was ours, which Charlie also kept in shape for me and at the apex of my legs was no longer a hedge so Charlie appreciated the lack of hedge for me.

Monday, like the weekend dawned wet with wetter on the horizon. I wore my raincoat when I went to collect Andrew. He was standing under an awning at the end of the High Street. I'd told him I'd be in a red Mercedes but he didn't react as I drove towards him. Maybe I should have said a red sports car. He didn't respond even when I pulled up right in front of him, he just kept scanning the road.

It was a double yellow line. I opened the passenger door and hollerred.

“Andrew!” That got his attention as did my legs as he lowered himself in beside me. I pulled away as he belted up.

“You can look but no touching while I'm driving,” I told him before his hand could be tempted to explore. I undid one more button on the coat so it was undone up to the waist and offering further temptations. We stopped at the first set of lights.

“I've stopped driving,” I announced. His hand went to my upper thigh with gratifying speed.

“Lights are changing.” His hand moved.

We talked as I drove. He was younger than I had thought, his sister three years the elder. He didn't drive, preferred computers, gadgets and walking, liked girls but got very uncomfortable when alone with them and hadn't touched a drink since the bathroom incident, surprisingly. I suggested that he should have got pissed every night and hoped. Unfortunately not all the lights were against us but enough that Andrew understood that there was a right time and a wrong time. The garage door lifted as I swung into the driveway, I drove straight in. Before getting out I gave him a big kiss and a quick stroke, very gratifying. I had to walk around the bonnet to get to the door to the house while Andrew waited for me. I walked passed and he followed.

“OK, let's try that again,” I said turning back to the car. He looked a lot perplexed. “Right, as I walk passed you just put your hand lightly on my waist and as I walk let it slide down and across my bum.” I walked.

“OK, now let's try it with a much softer hand, let your fingers follow the curves of my body.” A bit better.

“Let's swap places.” I held my arm out low as if guiding him in the right direction as a man would after holding the door for his lady. As he stepped passed I rested my hand on his hip and let it roll down his bum cheek and across. Difficult to describe but I'm sure you have all done it or had the pleasure of it being done at one time or another. We swapped back and tried it a few more times.

“OK, now let's try it without my coat,” Very good, lingered just perfectly. I made him practice a few more times.

“A word of warning,” I said picking up my coat and leading him finally to the connecting door. “When I was your age a girl had three options when a guy stroked her bum. Ignore it, turn and slap his face or slow down and make it last longer. I preferred the latter option. Now, with PC gone mad there's every chance the woman will scream 'rape' if a chap so much as looks at her too long.

I think, from what you have said that Sally would be a good example of a good choice. You've already seen her effectively naked and have enjoyed, albeit short, intimate activity, if I might put it like that? The watchword is 'careful'. Don't start with the bum, to be honest that's where you want to end up having established that everything else is in position. A light tap or touch on the elbow to draw attention 'excuse me....' 'could you...' that sort of thing. Of course with me you can stroke my bum anytime you like.” I told him lightening up the lesson a bit.

“Right,” I said, “let's have a shower together.”

The poor lad went bright red attempting a sneaky sniff under his arm. “I'm sorry I had a really good shower before I left home....” he sort of tailed off at that point.

I was nonplussed. Then I realised what I had inadvertently implied. “Silly! I didn't mean you were smelly. It's just a great way to get our clothes off and explore each others bodies. Can you think of a better way to discover all my little places? Then we've got to dry each other after,” which brought the grin back to his face.

Being naked I slowly undressed Andrew and quickly realised why Sally was so quick to get him into her cunt. I made quite a fuss of his engorged cock before sitting on the side of the bed and inviting him to remove my shoes. He asked for a twirl and got one and taking him by the hand I led him into the guest en suite. It was formerly the original bathroom and therefore quite large. It had a large walk-in shower unit and bidet as well as the usual items. Setting the shower heads to low mist I led him in.

It took him very little time to start exploring and I was regretfully forced to slow him down. You can't rush the good things. When it was my turn to explore him, I took my time and finally brought his manhood to full erection. I decided that enough was enough and that I finally wanted a taste of what was to cum. I took him to bed and continued my exploration but this time I used my mouth working my way remorselessly downwards until his splendid cock was within licking distance. I love sucking cock! Not just because it is what men like and they think that they have a woman under their control once lips are wrapped around a cock. In reality, as all us girls know, it is then that we have control. Not that that is my prime reason for sucking cock, there's a much more practical reason, once a man's cum once the second cummin takes much longer. A blow job seems to make a guy cum quicker. Ergo, a quick blow job then a long drawn out fuck. Win/win in my book. So I gave Andrew one of my best blow jobs and true to form it wasn't very long before he filled my mouth with his nice, fresh, young seed. He, of course, was most apologetic both for cumin so quickly and in my mouth. I put his mind to rest on both counts telling him that with time and practice he would last a lot longer and also that I loved a mouthful of spunk and wouldn't have left his cock in my mouth if I didn't. He then had to explore me, using only his mouth. He had a nice delicate touch all around my tits and across my belly before eventually reaching my very needy cunt. By that time I was on the verge of begging for it though, due to his inexperience, he was totally unaware.

I came violently the instant his tongue grazed across the hood of my clit which made him stop abruptly. That was entirely my fault. I had no one else to blame but after calming him down and explaining what had happened and why he was more than happy to start again, from the top. The second time I came I distinctly heard him laugh then he set to with a great deal more gusto bringing me to many frequent orgasms. With the energy of youth it was I that had to beg for a rest.

We cuddled and talked. I explained the whys and the hows of bringing a girl off and made it plain that it wasn't always easy and very seldom straightforward. Practice and attentiveness were to be his watch-words I explained, thinking of David.

We 69'd, he licking and fingering me while I sucked and stroked him back to full strength. Time to straddle him and feed his length into me. As far as I knew he was my first virgin, I'm not counting the minute he fucked Sally for, and watching his face as my welcoming cunt slid onto his cock was something to see. I told him to put a pillow under his head and watch as I fucked him. He lasted much longer and I came frequently. We swapped from cowgirl to missionary and I had to tell him to slow down, that it wasn't a race to be the first to finish but to be the last to finish and that often, if the male was last to finish, his prize was to be invited back for more.

We again rested, that is I rested and Andrew played, exploring my body with his hands. We enjoyed over three hours of intimate pleasure before it was time for me to take him home. We showered, dressed and as I drove him home I set his weekly homework.

Adrian had nothing to look at that evening as I didn't take any photos of our time together. In retrospect that was a mistake as Andrew quickly proved to be quite the exhibitionist. Instead I did my best to describe the feeling of my very first virgin cock sliding into my greedy cunt which served it's purpose and after dinner and a glass of wine my husband took me to our bed.

So, now you have been introduced to the five men in my life. Ray – My first real good fuck. Adrian – My husband and the love of my life. Charlie – My next door neighbour who has spent years learning how to please a woman. David – An attentive and creative fuck-buddy who totally understands me and my husband. Andrew – Young, totally inexperienced and eager to learn.

My new Naughty Wife's Diary was completely empty for the rest of the week. Aren't these new 'phones totally wonderful? My contacts are grouped and I know who is ringing before I answer. My diary tells me who I'm due to meet, where and when. I've even set it up so that my husband gets a reminder as well. I can record, photograph and video everything that happens and send it direct to my husband or download it onto the computer for us both to enjoy whenever we wish. Most importantly my husband and I have no secrets. I share everything with him. I discuss everything with him and always make sure he is totally happy with everything I do. I'll be honest here – I'm not absolutely sure that if he said no, I wouldn't though. That test has yet to arise and I sincerely hope it does not.

With the empty week ahead Adrian asked if I planned to go and look for some fresh cock, as he put it. I considered the question carefully before answering and told him 'no'. The reality was that I had five men, well four very experienced men and a young lad, for my own pleasure. All, particularly my husband, pleased me magnificently. Did I really need any more? At the back of my mind I was thinking that if the opportunity arose I'd probably take it though.

Andrew's days off were on a rota. Monday this week, Tuesday next etc.. so every six weeks he had Saturday and Monday off for a long weekend. He told me, while we were resting during our first time together that he had been off the previous Saturday but didn't like to say so as it might put me off. At that time he didn't know of my husband's inclusion in everything, of course.

For the next month I enjoyed Andrew every eight days. He was a very apt pupil. Charlie visited at least twice a week. David and I enjoyed 'quickies' in his camper whenever he could get away. After I've been with one of my men I return to my husband and the ensuing sex session is out of this world – every time.

Now and then Adrian would ask if I was going on another man-hunt. I'd always consider carefully before answering but, thus far, I had always told him 'no'.

I had three emails from Ray demanding to know why I hadn't replied to his previous emails and why I hadn't put the tracker app on my phone. He wanted to know where I was!!! That really riled me despite having just flooded my pussy with the thought of his cock driving into my cunt. I knew in that instant that I'd never be able to refuse him. I also knew that I had to try and take control away from him while still enjoying his control. Does that make any sense? Probably not, I'll try again. In our youth he had told me to jump and I just asked how high. Or more accurately he told me to open my legs and I just asked how wide. Now I felt that I wanted him to demand that I opened for him but at the same time kid myself that it was me deciding how wide. Having re-read that sentence I'm not sure it was any clearer or any more honest. One last attempt. I knew I wanted his cock. I knew I wanted him to demand anything from my body. I knew that when in his company I'd not be able to refuse him anything BUT I also knew that when I was not in his company I wanted control of my own life. I made my views on the matter very clear adding that in future he would not visit me at home and if he wanted me it would have to be at his or somewhere else.