Hello there all, I hope you enjoyed reading my previous two accounts and Kevin`s (my husbands) story "trim the buses Pt 1&2".

The next few weeks after Kevins affair with the widow he and I were at it like rabbits whenever we got the chance, it was clear that we both got turned on by him telling me what he had done with her and for my part I opened up more about what I had done before I met Kevin. Then, one evening when I was feeling extra randy I told/asked Kevin if he would mind if I had a fling, it was only fair, he had had the widow after all. Reluctantly he agreed so long as it was a one off and I told him all the naughty bits like he had told me. It was another month or so before I got the chance, I went out on a girls night out with a few others and I knew at least one of them had gone off with a bloke in the past. Anyway we went to a club and about half way through the evening I got chatting to one guy before his friend joned us, get to the end of the evening and the girls(well, 30yo something women really) head for home. They checked I was ok being left with these two guys with more than enough advice to be good and careful.

Outside the 3 of us got into the back of a taxi and headed off for a flat, before the taxi meter clicked over the £1 my tits were out and one of the guys had his hand between my legs. I was ready to play the whore and we all knew it. My knickers found their way into the front with the driver and by the time we got to the flat I had a cock in each hand. They paid the taxi and suggested he return in an hour giving him a tip to make it worthwhile. A soon as the front door closed my skirt was off and my top and my bra followed just the stockings and shoe`s left. These two guys must have thought it was their joint birthdays and christmases put together. I sucked them, wanked them fucked them and let one of them bugger me, for the next hour or so I was back to my teenage years and enjoying it. There was a car horn and the taxi was back I got dressed minus my knickers and went downstairs and into the taxi giving him my home address. As we pull away the driver asks if I want the meter left off holding my knickers in the air, Sod it I thought its a one off save the cash and told him to leave the meter off, he found a dark spot on an industrial estate telling me we wont be disturbed, then I asked him what he wanted, I almost could not believe myself, I was asking a stranger what kind of sex he wanted from me.

Fortunately, he just wanted a straight fuck so he got into the back of the taxi and I pulled my skirt up he got on top of me and did what he had too, yes I was very wet, well there were two or three loads of cum up there, anyway it was a free fuck for him so he should`nt complain. Once he had finshed he got a tissue from the front dash board wiped himself and gave me another to wipe myself. He was out of the car now and before we set off he handed my knickers back and I put them on. I got out of the taxi around the corner to where we lived, I regreted giving the full address earlier, waited until he was off and then walked the couple of hundred yards home feeling more than a little pleased with myself. Kevin was still up, he had wanted to make sure I got home safe, I told him I was fine but he would have to wait for a detailed account. Next morning Sally, one of the others rang to make sure I had got home OK, nice of her to wait until Kevin would be at work, little did she know that he was well aware of my antics the previous night. In those days we didnt shower every 5 mins, in fact shower was one of those rubber things over both taps and I was a bit smelly so I took myself off for a bath.

Kids in bed Kevin wanted the details, he had waited all day for my report. As I told him the bulge in his pants grew larger and I got wetter, and I had only just started with the taxi ride to the flat. As we fucked I told him about my hour with these two guys and the taxi ride home, somewhere in there he shot a load of cum into me, I would have sucked him clean but you can talk with your mouth full as I kept telling the kids. Its an account that got told several times over the next few weeks and I made him tell me about the widow too.

We talked a lot in those weeks, really talked, it was clear we both enjoyed our flings and we agreed that we should try to spice up our sex lives. It was about this time that he got another phone call about work from a friend of the widow and he went off to price the job. Turns out the widow had confided in this friend and she wanted some of attention to her rose buds that Kevin had given the old lady. Kevin trots off one day to sow the seeds as it were, the actual work was quick and easy and Kevin was soon finshed. Mrs Brown (no its not her real name) wanted some extra cock, her and hubby were swingers and her hubby had made use of the widows newly found libido. Kevin did the necessary and that was that as we thought. Later that night Mr Brown rings up, makes clear no hassle and asks if Kevin wants to make it a 4sum with the widow that weekend, Kevin says he`ll have to ask me to which Mr Brown says if I am aware of things I am welcome to join in.

Saturday night we turn up at the Brown`s and the widow is there and another guy in his 50s I guess. We get given a drink and the lady of the house makes an enterance with a very nice satin lace dress which hides very little. Now, if you dont have a dick between your legs as you read this you ladies will know the situation, you`re there in your M&S bra and pantie set and in walks a very elegant lady with her recently permed hair and looking like a full £20 note against your 10sh, you younger people need to remember this is pre decimal banter.

I guess you dont want to hear the detail of how we got upstairs but 2 hours after we got there I am naked under Mr Brown in one room and Kevin is in another room with either Mrs Brown or the widow. Then after an alloted half hour Mr Brown moves on and the 50 year old takes his place between my legs. It was all very well behaved, very false and frankly if this was swinging then our days were going to be as dull as dishwater. Another half hour and sounds on the landing was the signal to make our way downstairs back to the lounge. To be fair no one attempted to get dressed. Mrs Brown and the widow were making too much eye contact and when Mrs Brown went upstairs they sort of gave kevin the eye and he followed like a lamb to the slaughter. Once they were out of the way Mr Brown asks me if I am OK with things and if I want to go upsairs. I forget what I said but I know it was not "for fucks sake lets get this party started" that I was thinking. As we passed the bedroom that Kevin was in there were the sounds of sex in full swing, I am now being serviced by both men and they were being cautious taking their time not trying to rush me and I lying there thinking back to the two guys I picked up at the club. In the end I said something like that I would like to do Dp and spit roast. Well, they became more enthusiastic now and lets just say that we left a very damp patch on the bed.

More to come next time if you like