This is a re-tell of a story posted on SH around 10 years ago. It is not my story, and as far as I know, it is all true. All I have done is to correct some typos, and edit the language to improve the flow. So now read on.......... My names Carol and I'm married to Andrew. We are both 24 and have been married for 2 years. I think we may have got married a bit too soon because Andrew and I tend to argue a lot more now that we are married and its nearly always over sex. Our sex life was great until he became obsessed with swinging, or to be clear, he wanted to fuck another woman whilst watching a complete stranger fuck me. I understand that this can be a big male fantasy but he couldn't understand that its not always a woman's. As far as I was concerned, if our sex life was good why look for someone else., and as far as I was concerned our sex like was adequate This went on and on especially when we visited my parents apartment in Porto, Portugal. The issue there was that right opposite just across a small courtyard lives a Portuguese guy and his wife. He's roughly in his late 50's, rough looking and very powerful and to be honest he gave me the creeps. We have visited the apartment five times in the past 18 months, and on this third trip Andrew kept on and on about how it would be great if I fucked the big guy in the opposite apartment, with him fucking the wife. She is in her early 50's dark and not exactly a beauty, but not unattractive I guess. She is skinny with small breasts (she tends to go topless if the weather is warm) which is not Andrews type, he likes women with large chests which I guess is why he fancied me, he fell for my tits before the rest of me - I have a curvy figure, but larger than average breasts - DD, and shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and quietly attractive face. When we go there this guy, who can hardly speak any English, is always staring at me, or should I say my chest, and muttering comments. His wife, who is very nice and speaks better English tells me not to worry, and that he's just a dirty old man. Andrew on the other hand thinks it's fantastic. We go out there about 4 times a year, usually without my parents and each time it got worse, Andrews suggestions and the neighbours looks, until this latest time. It's partly my fault, I would wind Andrew up by wearing nothing but a flimsy transparent gown, and I would leave it openm showing all I had and pass the french windows where I knew I could be seen by our neighbour, and of course a lot of the time he was watching. Once or twice I would stand at the window and press my breasts against the glass pretending to be looking at the sky but knowing that the old man opposite had his dick out wanking himself. Andrew thought this was wonderful and would giggle as he hid watching from another window, telling me how fantastic it would be if his dick was in me right then. Later on I was dressed and going to get some groceries when his wife passed me. We stopped and chatted and then she told me how much pleasure I was giving her husband. I pretended not to know what she was talking about, but of course I knew, and I was dying from embarrassment. But she tilted her head and I had to smile. She told me it was OK, and that I had a beautiful body that I should share it. She then goes on to whisper that if I wanted to share it with her husband, I should come over, and added that it would brighten the old bastard up. I told her about Andrew, and about what he says he wanted, which included her, but she went very serious and told me that it would never be allowed by her husband, and that if he came over she would push him away in case her husband hit him. We both laughed and went our separate ways, as I left the courtyard she shouted that she looked forward to seeing me later. Instead of taking the usual 30 minutes to shop I was gone for more than 2 hours, having coffee whilst my head spun. 'What if I did, what would it be like, what would Andrew say, would I enjoy it. He's not exactly the young handsome rugby player I had occasionally imagined myself in a tryst with. That evening I performed for them, standing at the glass doors just about covering myself. I had always known that he was looking, but now it was official, and I knew for definite - it was scary. I watched him masturbate as I opened my gown and bared all, pressing my ample breasts against the glass and touching myself until he came, splashing long strings of cum on his glass door. For some reason, this time my gaze was focused on his cock, which was certainly well in proportion with the rest of his body - he was a big man. He and his wife fucked on a chair whilst I watched and Andrew made crude comments about putting his member up the wife, while wanking his dick in his hand. That evening and the next afternoon Andrew went on and on, telling me that they were 'gagging for it' telling me I was being old fashioned about sex. I lost it with him, asking him if he would shut up if I fucked the guy, and he just stared at me with a stupid grin. I had had enough, so I dressed myself in my see-through gown with sandals and nothing else and went into the courtyard. I didn't see him to begin with and I bottled it, instead of walking across and into their apartment, I changed direction and grabbed some clothes I had drying on chairs in the sun. At that moment, the wife opened their door, and she beckoned me over, telling me not to be so shy. I looked at Andrew who was at the door and asked "Are you sure?", but all I got was "Fuck yes I'll be there.". I told him not to bother, and walked through the door opposite. As soon as I walked in, I wondered if I had done the right thing. I was stood there naked except for my light foldover gown which left nothing to the imagination. The wife took hold of my arm and welcomed me. He was there watching me while he dropped his shorts and discarded them where his shirt lay. I heard a noise behind me and saw Andrew being pushed backwards out the door and her locking him out with one word 'NO'. I just stood there wondering if I should run, but what would that resolve. She pulled my gown off and now I really was naked. I can remember my nipples aching as I looked at his thick semi hard cock, now growing visibly in his hand. He and I were now naked, he looked at me, - or rather he looked at my breasts, and reached to hold my left tit, pinching my nipple, and soon both his hands were on me, pinching one nipple then then the other. I heard Andrew call me, but didn't really care. This man turned me round and I let his powerful hands bend me over the settee in front of the glass door and in front of my locked out husband. I watched him closely, almost hating him for not insisting I stop. Her husband slapped my bum and opened my cheeks, then I felt a thick finger slide along my slit, now surprisingly wet. It felt wonderful, but no sooner was it deep inside me that he removed it, pushed my legs open with his feet and slide his cock into me. "Fuck"!' I felt it fill me and stretch me, and so I moaned "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Even as I'm writing this, my juices are flowing and I'm on my way to an orgasm, I can feel him stretching my pussy like I had never been stretched before, certainly not by Andrew. And he kept going, sliding deeper and deeper. I had to rest my elbows on the back of the settee to stop my knees from buckling. Then he told hold of my hair and pulled my head back, kissing my cheek then exploring my mouth with his tongue. His breath reeked of alcohol and tobacco but I didn't care. His cock slid back and then was rammed back into my pussy and then again and again until he got his rhythm. His balls slapping my backside and his hands no longer holding my head but grabbing, kneading my breasts and nipples. I was fucked harder that afternoon than I had ever been before, when he had had enough of doggy fucking me he turned me round, lifted me onto the back of the settee and slammed his solid cock into my soaking pussy yet again. And we fucked. I loved the feeling of my breasts swaying with each thrust, I loved listening to him grunt and groan. I even, for some unknown reason, loved the sound of my own grunts. I knew he couldn't understand a word I said but words that I had no control of came from my mouth begging him to keep fucking me hard and begging him to cum inside me. His wife, now topless came and stood beside me. She placed my hand on her her small flat chest whilst taking my right tit into her mouth. We squeezed and touched each other before she stood on the settee and placed her breast in my mouth and I sucked her managing to get her whole breast in my mouth, her long nipple almost causing me to gag as it hit the back of my throat. But I was cumming and I kept telling him that. His groans got louder and louder. He pulled out and started to toss himself off but that's not what I wanted. I can't remember consciously deciding that this was what I wanted or making the decision to beg but I did. I asked her to let him cum inside me. In fact I pleaded. I know I wasn't on the pill and that I always insisted Andrew wear a condom but I was past caring, I wanted to be filled with cum. She said something I didn't understand and in one move he slipped back inside me and within moments was growling as warm cum poured between my legs deep inside me again and again. He must have cum three or four times but so did I. When he had decided he had finished cumming he stepped back and slipped out of me. His wet cock still hard. I was so exhausted I fell to the floor unable to move for what must have been several minutes, my orgasms so strong I had no energy left. Then I hear banging, my poor husband. I managed to stand up and could see him looking through the glass door in horror. I thanked my hosts, he had already left the room, he had had me and was happy so had gone, his wife kissed me on the cheek and offered me my gown before unlocking the door. As I left she whispered to me telling me to come back when ever I wish. I didn't bother dressing but instead just walked back to my place, the sun on my aching breasts and cum dripping down my legs. My husband following behind. I still can't remember what he was saying but I remember telling him to 'shut the fuck up' and that he had got what he wanted. He winged that he hadn't been allowed to fuck her and I told him he never would and that if he mentioned it again I would fuck him again. The day after he wouldn't let it go, so I went back and with Andrew looking on, knelt on the floor and ate cock, that big thick Portuguese cock, and let stream after stream of cum blast into my mouth, on my face and tits and let her lick it off. The day after I was on my back being royally fucked by his big dick with my pathetic husband gazing on. The same happened that last day as well, this time Andrew peering through he glass door, the same one I was pinned against by my lover as he lifted me with his powerful arms and had me, laughing at Andrew and he fucked my pussy. But this was my last day and instead of filling me with cum and me leaving they lay me on the sofa I cleaned his wet cock with my mouth whilst she cleaned my pussy of his cum with her tongue. This was the first time in my life I had ever had sex with a woman and I was converted. She straddled me and opened my pussy lips and hers and we made love. Her husbands fucking brought me to the hardest orgasm of my life to date but she came close. By the time we left a stranger had cum in me 8 times during three fucks and Andrew wasn't happy. We argued, when we did talk. We are still together but I have been back on my own and been fucked twice a day for a week. Andrew knows he drove me to it so will have to live with it. Its only fair that I find him someone, so I am on the look out. I still can't stand the man I fuck but its like a drug I guess, I know I shouldn't, but as soon as I arrive I just want to open my legs. My parents know nothing but mum asked if I had met the couple opposite yet. I nearly died when she told me to steer clear of him because he's a 'nasty sort'. Am I a slut for wanted to be fucked ? I hope you enjoyed this tale.