I just want to share a quick anonymous story about how I became a liberated wife. I read stories about how men have fun with sex and that’s ok but when a woman does it, she’s a slut and its so unfair. So, I decided to tell my story about how sex can be liberating for women as well. I’m 36 and I’m married with a family, but I have been enjoying sex with other men for some time. Now, you may say that I’m a slut and that I should not put my marriage at risk but I am careful and I will even go as far as to say that my new life has saved my marriage, but that’s a whole other story, this one is about how it all started. Two years ago, I was on holiday in Spain with my family. I hadn’t long had my youngest and I was feeling a little bit sorry for myself, I felt a little frumpy, I wasn’t fat but I could have done with losing a few lbs. I wore sexy underwear to make myself feel good and to try and get my husband interested again without success. We stayed in a small villa near the beach, attached to us was another villa where a Spanish couple were staying, we would smile and say hello but neither of us could speak each other’s language so that was as far as it went. My mind would wander looking him and I would wonder if I was attractive to him never intending to try and find out, I mean, I was a married woman with kids, plus I was a little over weight so why would he find me attractive but I would touch myself in the shower and imagine that I was with a stranger. Then, only four days into my holiday when I did what I never thought I would do. My husband had taken the kids to a play area and I was to meet them and go into town for coffee. I had noticed the man next door would stand naked on his balcony. No one could see him due to the wall, but I could. One morning whilst I was getting ready to meet my family I put on my lacy underwear because it made me feel good. Without thinking of next door I went onto the balcony to see if I could see my husbands and the kids. I saw them and watched them play for a while, the baby still in the pram under come shade. I remember thinking what a good dad my husband was when the French door slid open and our neighbour came out. He was naked. I stood there for a while looking down at the play area thinking how good it was that the wall was high enough that no one could see him naked or me in my underwear. He was no more that 8 foot away from me, no barrier between us. I glanced sideways; he was smiling at me. He said hello, I said hello back. You know how it is when you try not to look but can’t help yourself. I tried not to look at his penis, I tried numerous times and failed. He wasn’t particularly handsome, his body was ok but not amazing, but his penis was long and fat, much bigger than my husbands. I looked at him again, he looked at me and for some reason, after about the 6th time that we had caught each other looking we didn’t even try and hide it. I saw that he was becoming stiff and that he had put it in his hand for a few seconds before letting it fall. What happened next was at best ridiculous. I had never intended to be unfaithful and to be honest, even though I could have said no and it wouldn’t have happened I can’t remember encouraging him. I certainly didn’t say no. He smiled, I smiled back. He walked over to me and we both seemed to look down at my family at the same time. He took my arm and walked me to my living room. I stood there in the sexy lacy underwear that I wore for my husband with a naked man I didn’t know. He put his hand on my tummy, then slid it down until his hand cupped me between my legs and his fingers entered me. I remember standing there with my forehead on his chest whilst his fingers went deep inside me. Moments later he stopped and pulled my knickers down, went onto his knees. I felt this tongue explore my pussy, his hands on my hips holding me in place after he had put one of my legs on his shoulder. I had my first orgasm there and then, barely able to remain standing. I think he knew what had happened because he stood up, smiled and led me to the sofa. I undid my bra and offered my breast to him which he accepted with his mouth. Then he pulled my knees up to my cheek and I felt him slid into me. I felt this stranger fuck me slowly. I loved that he was so gentle, and I felt naughty, funnily enough now that I think of it, naughty not because I was having sex with another man, a stranger at that, but because I was naked with my legs bent so that my knees where next to my face and the stranger was thrusting himself into me, his face, his nose touching mine, his tongue rolling round my lips whilst he thrust his self into me, his cock filling my pussy like my husbands never could. We fucked for a few minutes before it suddenly dawned on me that my husband and children cold walk in on us any seconds. Am image of my husband standing there watching another man fucking his wife entered my head. I was close to another orgasm and I wanted it to continue, I wanted this stranger to keep fucking me but I knew it had to stop. I said that my husband would be back soon and even though I don’t think he spoke English I think he knew what I meant. His English was poor and limited. I think I heard him say ‘nice or nasty’ before he slowly fucked me and asked again, ‘nice’ then he fucked me hard and put his hand on my chest ‘or nasty’. I said nasty. He gripped my breasts and fucked he hard before he lifted my backside up whilst continuing to fuck me. He put his hand on my throat with one hand and put his fingers in my mouth. Then I came so hard I felt I was going to pass out. My stranger pulled his cock out and cum splashed over my breasts and face. Then, with a quick kiss on the lips he stood up, leant down for another kiss before leaving. I lay there before it dawned on me that my husband would be waiting for me. I wiped another man’s cum off me, got dressed and went for coffee with my family. I was both horrified and ashamed of myself whilst wanting him inside me again. That evening I encouraged my husband to have sex with me thinking that it would make me feel better, but it didn’t. It was three days before my lover, and I crossed paths again. I was sat by the pool, my youngest fast asleep in the pram, my oldest boy and my husband playing in the pool. I saw my lover and his wife sat having coffee. I was so stressed. What if he tells her or what if he comes over to me and tried to talk to me, how to I explain that or what if my husband just seems to know. My head was racing. I saw his wife get up, kiss him on the lips and say goodbye, then I saw him get up and leave giving me a smile. I smiled back and instantly regretted it looking at my husband who hadn’t seen me. A few minutes later they get out of the pool and I get them a cold drink. It was my husband who suggested I go in to cool down, so I blame him for what I did next. I suggested that I may go and have down, he said it was a good idea and that they would stay until I came back. I walked into our holiday villa and showered to cool down and wrapped a towel round me. I wondered if HE was next door. I stood on my balcony desperate to see him. His door opened and he stood there, his cock semi hard. Neither of us said anything, no hello, no attempt at any greeting. I glanced out to see if there was any chance of anyone seeing me before I walked through his door. He was laying on a carpet in the middle of the floor propped up by his elbows just looking at me massaging himself. I know I should have put our previous experience down to just that, an experience and I should have walked out but I didn’t, I dropped my towel and lowered myself onto him, his cock stretching me again. We didn’t try and talk, we just fucked. I let him caress and kneed my breasts whilst I ride his shaft. This time I let him cum inside me as we both climaxed at the same time and then I just left. But it as the next to last day that really changed my life and made me the woman I am today. By now he and my husband were trying to occasionally convers without much success. My husband would tell me what I nice guy he seemed. I was desperate to tell him that he wasn’t a nice guy and that he was fucking your wife. We had gone for a meal in the hotel attached to the complex we were staying in. My husband wanted to stay but I was tired and wanted to leave. He suggested I go back and leave the kids with him, both of whom were fast asleep so I couldn’t have carried the oldest one anyway. He said that he would stay and listen to the band playing at the hotel and come back later. I knew I was being followed and I knew by who. I had barely entered the villa before his hands were pulling my dress down, he reached round and gripped by breasts and kissed my neck. We kissed passionately until he stepped back, ‘Nice or nasty’ I said nasty. I was forced to my knees whilst my lover undressed. I had never wanted oral sex with my husband, it just wasn’t ‘my thing’ but I was on my knees and my lover took hold of my head and his cock entered my mouth. I tasted the salt and tried not to choke (unsuccessfully) whilst I let him do whatever he wanted to do to me. I let his cock enter my mouth whilst he literally dragged my bra over my head pulling his cock out only long enough to throw my bra away. For however long we fucked for I let him do whatever he wanted. I let him have me from behind, I let him have me on top of me, I rode him. I let him cum inside me before he grabbed my hair and fucked me in the mouth again and yes, I let him cum in my mouth. I had the dirtiest sex I could imagine; he sucked his won cum from my mouth whilst fucking me again and cuming inside me again. It was unprotected and I didn’t care. And when he left I lay on the floor covered in his semen, I could taste it in my mouth and feel it on my body and I loved it. I decided there and then that It would not be the last time I fucked a stranger.