I notice that most of these stories are from men, about what they get up to or would like to get up to and I have decided to tell you about my sex life, the sex life of a woman. I’m a 45 year old married woman and already my two children have gone off to continue their studies. I had hoped that when they left that my husband and I would rekindle the relationship we once had and start having the passionate sex we once had but it wasn’t to be. Don’t get me wrong, we had more sex it was just the usual boring over in a few minutes sort of sex that is done for the sake of it. Even when I lowered myself onto him and tried to make it last I would feel his cum seep into me before I was barely half way on my journey to satisfaction. I would always end up disappointed and would go for a shower to pleasure my self. I wondered if it was me, did he not find me attractive anymore. My friends would tell me regularly how good I looked. I noticed admiring glances from men checking out my still semi firm breast which a closest friends would jokingly call ‘my pears’ after seeing me naked in the changing rooms of our gym which I visited several times a week in order to keep my youth full shape. Even joking when we were on our own warning me not to get too close to anyone with ‘those’ pointing at my nipples which tended to become long and hard when I was aroused but how I was aroused naked in a changing room with friends is beyond me. I would look at myself in the mirror at home and wonder what else I could do to make my husband more attentive. I seemed to have everything a man would want. I could still fit into my ‘spray on jeans’ which hugged my long legs, my ‘curvaceous’ ass as it was described by envious friends. I had managed to keep my stomach fairly flat and hard and then we are back to my ‘pears’ my ample breasts and even if I say so myself, I’m fairly pretty. So, what could I do to keep him interested? Well, it seems that I wasn’t the problem, my husband it turns out wanted more that sex. I wondered if he was seeing someone else, maybe a younger version but that wasn’t it at all. Once evening after yet another quick uneventful ‘quicky’ he asked THE question. ‘if you where to have sex with someone else, who would you think of’? I wondered where this was going, was it a trap, was he trying to pry out of me who I was considering sleeping with? I asked him why he was asking. At first, he was reluctant to take the discussion further but eventually his curiosity and mine got the better of us. It turns out that he had a fantasy rolling around in his mind for some time, a fantasy that apparently involved me, naked, on my back with a man whose identity was to be decided laying in between my legs. When it was clear that I wasn’t angry at his fantasy more information and questions came out. I will admit, it was quit an erotic conversation and I Was surprised that he had no interest in fucking another woman, just that he was desperate to watch me being fucked by another man. I didn’t have to wait long before I found that he had chosen the man to fulfil his fantasy. No one we knew exactly just a man who had secretly fancied me for a while and who my husband had contacted in order to clear the path to his dirty plan. My husband would regularly hint that he wanted this, and I played the part of a wife who was reluctantly being dragged along btu secretly wondered if I could actually do it. I asked all the right questions. ‘if this happened how wouldn’t he be jealous’, what fi someone found out, would it effect our marriage and just as important, where would we do ‘it’. My husband past all the tests and I was shocked at how advanced the plan was. In the end I agreed that if it was what he wanted we would do it ‘once’. It turns out that he wanted ‘it’ to happen in our bedroom and all I had to do was lay there and let him watch. Part of the fantasy was that I wasn’t to see him until he started to fuck me and after my initial doubts and concerns around, ‘what if I didn’t fancy him, or what if he was dirty’ I decided that this would be part of the attraction of doing it. I did insist that he was clean and not a homeless man off the street. My husband assured me that he was a very clean young man. I tried to get clarification on the ‘young’ part of the description, but he just smiled and said, ‘you’ll see’. On the evening that the deed was to be done I bathed and shaved my legs and between my legs and put on my best perfume ironically a gift from my husband on out last wedding anniversary. I had my instructions; I was to undress and simply lay in bed under a sheet that had replaced out usually duvet. I heard to doorbell rind and for the first time wondered if I should call it all off. I lay here naked, wondering what I should say when he came in, do I just lay there as my husband wanted or should I instigate oral sex. But my husband had given me strict instructions, just lay there and let him do it all. The sheet clinged to me due to the light perspiration caused by the shock that I was doing this. My nipples long and hard and very very sensitive tried to push through the material. I looked down at myself and watched my pear shaped breasts lift the sheet as I tried to moderate my breathing. The bedroom door opened and my husband walked in thanked me for doing this for him and sat down. I looked to the door and waited for the man who was going to fuck me, I didn’t need to wait long. He was young, probably no more than 24 or 25 and he was already naked. As silly as it sounds I saw his semi erect penis before I say him. It was long and thick, gnarly almost, ribbed with an even thicker end. Then he followed, fuck he was handsome with a body of a well-toned rugby player or athlete. His face was smooth and his smile infectious, he looked at me and said ‘Hi’. I replied ‘Hi’ . He looked at the shape I was making under the sheet and almost immediately his cock became fully erect and even bigger that I had first seen. He almost examined me from top to bottom, then as he sat on the end of the bed he pulled the sheet way from me, took a breath in and very softly whispered ‘fuck your hot’. I lay there naked in front of a handsome stranger and glanced at my husband who was sat there rubbing his cock under his jeans. I started to say something but my young lover told me to hush and placed his lips over my left nipple and started to gently suck. I knew that It wasn’t going to be long before I climaxed. I involuntarily bend my right leg and arched my back. His hand slid down in between my legs, his fingers knew exactly what to do. I closed my eyes and let him touch me, I felt his tongue slide over my mouth then back down to my breast before his tongue ran to my pussy. He moved slowly to lay his head in between my legs and opening them wider his mouth covered my pussy, his tongue entering me causing me to shiver. I glanced back at my husband who now had his cock in his hand and was pleasuring himself. I closed my eyes and let my new lover pleasure me. He made me cum almost immediately, his long arms reaching up my body and big rough hands squeezing my breasts as he lapped and sucked my pussy lips. He moved slowly kissing my belly button telling me that my pussy tasted sweet. He kissed me slowly all the way up my belly to back to my breasts, his tongue running round my now aching nipples to my mouth then then without any need to guide his enormous cock I felt his bell end push against my lips then in an instant they parted and let him in. I was already so wet that there was no difficulty, his cock slid into me and I trembled. He seemed to be sliding deeper and deeper for a very long time. His cock stretching me down there. Our mouthed and tongues met and examined each other as he slowly and gently started to thrust himself into me. I lay there as this gorgeous young man slowly fucked me. After a few thrusts with his body resting on mine he raised himself up using his muscular arms and looked down at his cock sliding in and out of me. I lifted my legs and clamped him in place, I didn’t want him to go anywhere. He watched himself fuck me telling me how ‘fucking hot’ I was and that I had ‘amazing breasts’. As silly as it sounds, I couldn’t help think of what a gentle man he was, not referring to my breast as tits and not using foul language as I was fucked. But that’s not what I wanted. His face was close to mine, his nose occasionally touching mine as he staired at me whilst his thick long cock was thrust into me over and over again and I wanted more. I told him that he could talk dirty if me wanted. He smiled and bit his lip and asked me if I wanted him to tell me how amazing I was. As he slowly thrust himself into me I told him I wanted him to tell me what he was thinking. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up so my knees rested next to my face. He stopped making love to me and started to fuck me. He started to tell me how fucking hot I was, ‘even you fucking tits are amazing’ he went on to tell me how tight my pussy was and how his he wanted his cock loved my pussy how he wanted to keep fucking this body repeating over and over ‘fuck your hot’. He told me that even my lips where ‘fucking hot’ as his tongue slid over them repeatedly. I asked him if he wanted to fuck my mouth. He slowed down, looked at me then in one move pulled his enormous, thick and very hard cock out from me, grabbed my ankles and pulled mw to the bottom of the bed, then in a second equally smooth move his cock entered my mouth. I lay there as he fucked my mouth, his hands reaching back to grip my breasts. I struggled to breath because his cock filled my mouth causing me to gag. He stopped to let me catch my breath before re entering my mouth and continuing to fuck my mouth hard. I took a quick glance at my husband who was now naked and masturbating. This made me cum again and I let out a long involuntary groan and felt myself tremble. The smell and taste of pre cum in my mouth made it all the dirtier. My lover groaned and told me he wanted to cum. I moved my head forcing his cock out and told him over and over to cum inside me, to cum in my pussy. I was dragged back up the bed and he entered me again and again I locked him into place. I pleaded with him to fuck me hard and he obliged. I told him how thick and hard his cock was and how it filled me and found myself begging him to fuck me, it was almost as though another woman was controlling me. I have never pleaded with a man to fuck me hard or other wise and I never talked the way I did that evening. I could hear a voice pleading with him to keep going, I heard the voice calling out ‘fuck me had to bastard’ and announcing ‘fuck I’m going to cum’ and demanding that he ‘fucking makes me cum hard’ . The two of us groaning and grunting. I was past the point of no return and the other woman in me grabbed my breasts and pleaded for him to cum inside me announcing that she was going to cum. I felt a hot knot in my stomach and every nerve in my body explode as I climaxed. At exactly the same time I felt warm cum fill me over and over as my young lover gave a sharp thrust, then another and another each time cum shooting into me. My body ached so much it was painful as my lover lay exhausted on top of me his arms lifting him slightly so as not to crush me, his cock softening inside me before sliding out as he slid to my side, the two of us holding each other, arms and legs wrapped round each other. He whispered that it was amazing, I agreed. My husband was in awe, cock still in his hand. I couldn’t help but notice how much smaller his was to my new lover. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t tiny but whereas I wouldn’t be able to get my hand completely round my young lovers cock I can with my husbands. He got up telling me over and over how amazing that was and thanking me. In my head I told him to ‘fuck off’, all I wanted to do was fuck my lover again but I told him that he was welcome. He came closer, I was surprised that he hadn’t cum a long time ago but his cock was still hard and in his hand. It was clear that he wanted to fuck me but I didn’t want to spoil the experience and I could still feel my lovers cock fucking me and his strong arms and legs on me. My husband looked lost and I did feel sorry for him. I told him to come closer and opened my mouth. He slid it between my lips and started to thrust. My young lover massaged my breasts, his semi hard cock pressing against me backside. I so wanted him to fuck me in the ass but he was muck too big. He must had read my mind and I felt a finger enter me as my husband thrust and grunted. His cum splashed into my mouth and I swallowed quickly as he pulled back and collapsed onto his chair. My lover on the other hand was ready for more. I understood why he wouldn’t want the fuck me with my mouth close to his after my husband had just cum in it, instead he lay me on my stomach, pushed open my legs with his and slid his cock back into me from behind and laying on my stomach I was stretched and fucked hard again. Two day later there was a knock on the door. We had an agreement; he could only fuck me with my husband present. It took less than 48 hours to break that rule. I told him that my husband was out and he said he knew. I didn’t say anything and neither did he, instead I moved one side, he walked in, shut the door behind himself and took me by the arm and put his hand under my jumper and gripping my breast just looked at me. ‘You can tell me to fuck off if you want’ he said. I tld him I didn’t want his to. With that his hand moved from my breast, he lifted my skirt and ripped off my knickers, pulled me to the sofa and for the next hour he fucked me hard, pulling my clothes off as and when he could, cuming in me and on me sucking his own cum off my breasts and into my mouth whilst continuing to fuck me with his hand. I came hard again. For the next four weeks I would have a visit at weekends with my husband watching and cuming in my mouth, my lover starting gently and ending up fucking me hard with me pinned under him, then every Tuesday I wore old clothes and waited for him to call, to rip my clothes off have me wherever he could. I would spend time riding his shaft and he would enjoy sucking my nipples. Then we had lockdown and my husband stayed at home. He enjoyed the new sex with me and I pretended to cum until the say my lover was able to call again. He had already told me what he wanted for our reunion. So I opened the door, opened my blouse for his to run his hands over my aching breast before (as instructed) I knelt on the sofa, was bent over and I let him inside me. So, its not only men that have fun with sex.