My name is Jayne. I recently read about the adventures of a single lady on here and it inspired me to write about some of my own. So first I’ll tell you a little about myself. I’m very happily married with one son. I’m a Management Accountant, which is exactly as boring as it sounds, I’m approaching 40 far more quickly than I’d like. However I keep fit by running and going to the gym. The admiring looks I get at the gym tell me I still look pretty good too. I’m blond 5’5, a size 10 and I’m very proud of my 42d boobs. Oh yes and I love cock. Most men think that all women are bisexual. I can assure you we are not. Well I’m not. I like men. I suppose its because I’m a little unusual, in that although I sometimes allow it, I don’t really like my pussy being licked. What I do love is sucking cock and most of all being fucked. I’ve always had a high sex drive and much as I love my husband, I knew even before I married him that I wouldn’t be faithful. If he suspects that I have other men, he’s never said anything. I cheated on him even before we were married. One of the men I liked at the office was leaving and I let him have me has a leaving present. After I was married I did try to be good. But I was 22 and only having one cock for the rest of my life seemed like a prison sentence. Some girls must be faithful but I really don’t know how they do it. I’d been married just about 6 months when it happened. I cheated and I’ve played around ever since. But I thought I’d tell you about my first extramarital fuck as its one of my favorites and its what started my real adventures. I blame my friend Debbie. It was Debbie’s hen night you see. We were away in Blackpool for the night to help her celebrate her upcoming marriage to the very dull Dave. I hate Blackpool, its full of seagulls, chav’s and vomit. The smell of chips is everywhere and its a mecca for badly behaved men. It didn’t help that Debbie thought it would be a good idea to all dress up as Moulin Rouge girls (she likes the film, or song, or something). This meant that I was in Blackpool, wearing a scarlet basque, a very short black skirt, black hold up stockings, high heels and a lot of feathers. There were 10 of us and we must have looked like a right lot of trollops. I was staying close to my best friend Sue and the two of us tagged along with the main group trying to avoid getting our bottom’s felt by pissed up old men and hearing the catcalls from teenage boys. We’d been to a lot of pubs and although I was only drinking tonic, Sue was getting pretty drunk as the night wore on. All the girls were. Sue and I ended up getting separated from the rest of the party in a busy bar and we started being chatted up by a several men on a stag night. They bought us drinks and flirted in a very heavy handed way. When the bell rang in the pub for last orders they suggested we go back to their hotel and have a couple more drinks. Well I’m not stupid. Back to out hotel is code for, “Can we shag you?” On my own I might have picked one out and let him do just that but with Sue there? I didn’t think I could. Sue is married to Tom. They are good friends of ours and did I really want Sue and Tom knowing I’d shagged some stranger? However it was Sue we said we should. Maybe she was being a bit naive, maybe it was the booze, but the lads were quite good looking in that rugby player sort of way so I agreed to accompany them. They had two rooms next to each other in a boarding house and they soon had us upstairs and into a twin room with two single beds in it. There were 3 men and Sue and I in this small room. They had a bottle of vodka and some coke and they poured out some drinks that I was never going to touch. Almost as soon as we were in the room Sue was kissing with the man next to her on the bed. The men either side of me flirted but I still didn’t really respond. They must have thought I was a real cold fish. Then after Sue had finished her drink and mine the man kissing Sue announced they were popping next door. Oh my god! Sue my happily married, best friend was going to let this man fuck her. The tart!, The lucky bitch! And so I was left alone with two hunky rugby players. Whats a girl to do? Soon the sound of a bed rhythmically banging and a woman’s moans could be heard from the next room. Sue was being well fucked. “Sound like your mates having fun.” Said one of the boys. “I think its time I had some too.” I said. I leaned in and kissed him and then I turned and kissed his friend. I’d fucked quite a few men (My husband thinks its 2. Bless), but I’d never had a threesome. Oh my god what had I been missing all these years. They kissed my lips and nuzzled my neck. Their hands were all over me. I had no idea which one of them had hold of my tits or which one as up my skirt. It was bliss. I felt my basque being undone and then my tits were exposed. For the first time I had the wonderful sensation of both my nipples being sucked at the same time. As their hands started roaming again I stood and faced them. Stripping of my skirt and panties as they watched. They responded by quickly stripping and then I sat them on the bed and took turns licking their balls and sucking their very hard dicks. I love sucking cock. The feel, of that velvety hardness in my mouth and the salty taste of the precum always gets me wet, always makes me want to fuck and I told them what I wanted. The first guy (I really should ask names), laid me on the bed and parted my legs. Thankfully he didn’t try and eat me, he just wanted to fuck me and I wanted him too. He ran his large cock up and down my pussy lips and sent a shiver of pleasure through my whole body. His friend offered me his cock to suck and I took him into my mouth. That first moment with a cock filling my pussy and another in my mouth was like an epiphany. I wanted more of this! Then man number one started fucking me in earnest and it became quite hard to concentrate on the man in my mouth. The first guy had a lovely thick cock and I really thought he would make me cum. Alas he couldn’t hold back and was soon grunting as he filled me with his spunk. Normally that would have been something of a disappointment. However a couple of seconds later his equally endowed friend was pounding my pussy. He proved to have a little more staying power than his friend and when he put my legs over his shoulders and fucked me deep and hard I came and came over his lovely cock. I was a quivering wreck by the time he filled my pussy with his seed. The first time I had ever had two men come inside me in one session! It still makes me wet thinking about it. I lay panting and glowing with pleasure and when I opened my eyes Sue was watching from the doorway, having finished her own exertions. She was embarrassed and had me quickly dress. With a quick thank you kiss to the boys we were gone. She was horror struck at what we’d just done. “What will Tom say?” She sobbed over and over again. Finally I sat her on a bench and calmed her. “It was the booze and as far as I’m concerned it never happened. OK?” I said. “OK.” She said still sobbing slightly. Then I smiled and asked, “Was yours any good?” “Fucking amazing!” She said and I knew she’d be alright. Sue is a real friend. As nine months after that night I gave birth to my son. He could be my husbands and Sue has never mentioned that he might not be. Since that night I’ve had many adventures and even learned just what fun a single lady can have in the swinging scene. Of course I’m a bit more careful now. After all one surprise is enough. Please tell me if you enjoyed my confession and I’ll write more if you did.