Hello. I have a very secret story to tell you and the only reason I’m sharing this is because I have no one else I can tell, and I am desperate to see if anyone else does this sort of thing. I’m 26 and married with a 3 month old child. Since he was born I have taken time off work, my husband is so supportive and loving that I feel that I have betrayed him but I have become obsessed with dirty sex with people I don’t know. Not just anyone but a couple who have been doing some work for us and what is even more ridiculous is how it all started. We moved house not long before my son was born, the house is big but we renovated it before moving in, what we weren’t able to do was the garden, that’s where this couple come into it. They are a husband and wife team who do landscape gardening. My husband says that work colleagues had used them and that they were very good. The garden is huge so the job was due to take well over a month so I was used to them being here. He is quite a handsome guy but his wife is quite manly, powerfully built and plain looking. I noticed that she never wore a bra and that her breasts were quite small, to be honest, at first I wasn’t sure if she was a woman or a man because I only saw her from a distance. After I put my son down for a sleep I would watch them from the bedroom window, I loved to watch them work and saw how clever they were. Then for some reason I became fascinated by her, how powerful she was and how hard she worked. After just a week of watching I found that I was touching myself, thinking about them both. I put it down to the fact that my husband and I stopped having sex when our son was born, in fact we have only had sex once in three months, I understand why in the beginning, because I had just given birth but even now my husband isn’t interested, so I assumed I was touching myself out of frustration. I would even dream about them and would wake up having an orgasm but tell my husband that I was having a nightmare. Then one morning I had grabbed a quick shower whilst the boy slept. I put on a dressing gown and stood watching them work, I must have been miles away because the next thing I know, I was masturbating at the window with my gown open. I snapped out of it but did it again the next day trying my best to hide whilst doing it. Then I was touching myself and had closed my eyes, when I opened them, she was looking up at me. I stood there frozen and ashamed, I closed my gown and moved away. The next day I was dressed and sat at the window looking out, she stopped, looked up and tilted her head. Her husband was a long way down the garden and for a while we just looked at each other until she put her hand under her top and started to rub herself. To this day I have no idea why I did what I did next, but I just did it. I did the same, I lifted my top and massaged my breast, the two of us just looking at each other touching ourselves until I realised how ridiculous it was and I moved away. Two days later I had taken my son to my parents for me to be able to do some housework, I got back at about 9:30 and they were there. She looked at me and just said ‘all right?’ I mumbled yes and walked into the house. It was like a drug, I had to go back to the bedroom window and watch her and yes, she said something to her husband and came close to the house, this time she put her hand down jeans and started touching herself, it was as though I had no choice in the matter, I pulled my top off and the two of us looked at each other and touched ourselves. It was a week later that my life changed. I had managed to avoid making an exhibition of myself for that whole week and in fact I hadn’t done anything on ‘the day’. I had taken my son to my parents for them to look after him for the day as they did every week. I went to shower but couldn’t resist wrapping myself in a towel and looking out. It was some time before she saw me, she shouted to her husband who looked up. She threw her shovel to the ground put her hand on her hips and looked at me. A few moments later she called to him again and walked toward the house. The next thing I knew she was walking upstairs. I wanted to floor to open up and swallow me, I felt embarrassed and ashamed, it was one thing when she was some distance away and I didn’t; have to face her but now she was waling into the bedroom. I stood there looking at her, I said something stupid like ‘ is everything alright’. She looked at me and asked me if I was BI. I think I said ‘excuse me’ . She looked me up and down and repeated herself, ‘are you BI, do you like boys and girls’. I didn’t say anything, she said ‘well lets see’ and walked up to me and pulled the towel away. I could hardly breath, I stood there completely naked whilst she inspected me, her dirty hands slid up my side to my neck and then to my breast. All I could think about was how dirty her finger nails were. She gripped my breast and stared to rub, then put her hand behind my neck, pulled me towards her and kissed me passionately, her hand in between my legs rubbing before her fingers gently entered me. I let her kiss me, then she lay me on the bed, undressed and we had sex and it was amazing. She ran her tongue over my pussy lips and into me before exploring my tummy and breasts with her mouth finally laying between my legs fucking me like my husband used to do. My orgasm was explosive and painful and wonderful and when she had finished with me she dressed and left me laying there. The next day my son went to sleep, and I stood at the window, I wanted her to do that to me again so badly that I actually ended up tapping the glass to attract her attention. By the time she entered the bedroom I had undressed. She was laying on top of me, her fingers in my mouth rubbing herself hard against my pussy and I was well on my way to another orgasm when her husband appeared at the door. Stupidly I thought we were a secret and expected him to start screaming at us, I think I swore but she raised her self on to her elbow looked over her shoulder, then put her finger on my mouth and told me to shush and continued to rub herself against me. Her husband undressed, tapped her side and she slid off me. He went down on me and I felt him mouth sucking my pussy lips and his fingers inside me whilst she sucked on nipples before her tongue entered my mouth. Then in one smooth swift move he slid up to my neck and kissed me, his thick hard cock entered me. I was in a state of ecstasy, my lesbian lover and her husband both pushing their tongues into my mouth, hands gripping my breasts and all the while he was pumping his cock into me. He fucked me hard, exploding cum into me as I climaxed, then she rubbed her self against me and made me cum again and then, when both she and I screamed as we climaxed again he decided he hadn’t finished with me. He entered me and fucked me hard until he came yet again. None of us were able to move for a while after it was over, the three of us desperate to catch out breath. It was only my son waking up and crying that caused me to jump up and I’m ashamed to say I nursed him at my breast with cum streaming down my legs. Every morning that my husband was in work and my son went down for his morning nap I was pulled into the bedroom and stripped and fucked hard over and over and over again. The garden took over a week longer to finish that expected, my husband thought they were doing such a good job that he was happy to pay the extra. I didn’t; dare tell him that it was taking suck along time because they were using me like a sex toy. Some mornings no one would say anything, he would come in pull open my dressing gown and sometimes just bend me over the sofa and enter me, then his wife would pull me to the floor and have her way. Then the work was over and they left. No goodbye, no thank you for the several weeks that I let you cum inside me or let her grind her pussy against me whilst being held down touched. But I was left so satisfied and fulfilled. I ache for a strange man’s cock inside me or a woman to undress me and do whatever she wants to me. I bought a very large vibrator and I spend my ‘me time’ lowering myself onto it, imagining that my hands are hers and my orgasms are amazing. So I guess what I have learnt is that sometimes sex is just that, dirty different sex.