Hi, my name is Kate. I'm 45 years old, married, but unfaithful. For the last few months I have been getting fucked by a guy who, for want of a better description, is turning me into a Slut. It was when I hit forty that I began to worry about my figure, loosing my muscle tone and became it bit of a fitness fanatic. Whilst hubby was prepared to let himself go and put on weight I was determined to stay slim and fit. I think it's worked, I'm comfortable with my body, content with my 34b. 25. 34 figure. Though some might say I'm to muscular I think I'm toned. Stomach flat, bum pert, legs shapely and tits firm. That's probably why I found my overweight husband increasingly unattractive to the point where we hadn't had sex more than half a dozen times in the last two years. I wasn't that I didn't want sex. I did. I just didn't want it with him. On those rare occasions we fucked I'd drunk quite a lot and imagined I was having sex with someone else. I certainly didn't cum, that pleasure was for when I was masturbating. At least with him away on business so often I had plenty of opportunity to play with myself, and get some release from my sexual frustration I first saw Jon on one of my regular runs along the coastal path back in the spring He's a year or two younger than me and single. Over a couple of weeks, we went from being nodding acquaintances, to saying hello. I soon realised he went out the same time each day and changed my routine in order to accidentally meet him and soon after we started chatting and would run together. I found him attractive and funny. Sometimes at night I would lay in bed fingering myself, imagining he was fucking me. It wasn't until the early summer when the weather was warm enough to discard our track suits and run in shorts and tops that I really began to lust after him. He had nice legs, a lovely bum and a noticeable bulge in the front of his shorts. Even then he only became my principal fantasy fuck. I'd catch myself daydreaming, wondering how big his cock was and how I could engineer a situation and find out if he was interested in me without embarrassing either of us. In the end I didn't need to, it happened by accident, literally. We were out, it had rained earlier and I slipped. He caught me by the arm, then put his arm around my waist to steady me. I some how ended up in his arms, looking into his eyes. He asked if I was alright. I was except for a slight tweak in a muscle in my thigh which I knew would quickly wear off. I decided to play on it, liking being held. When he asked if it would help if he massaged my thigh I almost said no, but realised just in time this might be my opportunity and said I was sure it would. Maybe my tone or expression gave him a hint of what I was thinking. I'm sure he had a twinkle in his eyes as helped me behind a nearby bench, set back from the path, in a sort of hedge enclosed alcove. He told me to rest my bum on the back of the seat then crouched in front of me. His face was level with my pussy. I put a hand on his shoulder, steadying myself, when he laid a hand on the outside of my leg, just above the knee and asked where it hurt. I told him it was on the inside and higher, moving my legs slightly apart. He moved his hand to the inside of my thigh, above the knee. “Is it hurting here?” he asked. “No. Higher” I replied. He moved his hand higher, gently stroking my thigh. I felt his hand touch my shorts. He looked up at me and asked if he'd found the spot yet. Trying to stop my voice shaking I said “Nearly, just a bit higher” There was a gleam in his eye as I felt his hand under my shorts pushing the leg up. Eyes locked on mine, holding my gaze, he moved his hand higher. I felt his fingers touch my panties and moved my legs further apart. “I think you've almost found the spot” I said huskily. “So do I” he responded, pulling the gusset of my panties to one side, uncovering my pussy. I gasped, bit my lip, almost suppressing a moan, as I felt his fingers touch my pussy, two slipping inside me. I was incredibly wet and he worked a third finger inside. He began to finger me but frustratingly my panties and shorts prevented him from pushing his fingers very far in. I was getting aroused, moving against his fingers. “Don't stop” I gasped , trying to grab his hand when he suddenly withdrew his fingers. He pulled his hand free and almost before I realised what he was doing, had gripped my shorts and panties, pulled them down around my knees and was lifting my feet to pull them off. We were only feet from a path. I looked behind me but could only see a few yards in each direction. I started to say that someone might see us. Before I'd finished, he shrugged, grinned, put his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs and buried his face in my pussy. Any thought of stopping him dissolved as I felt his tongue lapping my pussy, his lips sucking my swollen clitoris. His tongue licked along my gash, then wormed its way inside me. It usually takes me a while to get going, but his tongue and lips, combined with being in a public place, worked their magic and it wasn't long before I was practically begging him to stop tonguing me, get his cock out and fuck me. I've no idea if exhibitionism or the risk of being caught is an aphrodisiac but I'd never felt so horny. Jon took hold of my top, told me to raise my arms and as he stood he pulled my top and sports bra up over my head and dropped them on the bench. I stood in front of him naked, shaking with excitement and nerves at being nude in public. I watched as he pulled the front of his shorts down and revealed his erect cock. It looked beautiful. About 8” or 8 ½ inches, it was easily the biggest I'd ever seen and certainly considerably larger than my husbands. I think he could tell I was impressed, took my hand placing it on his shaft. It was thick. I could hardly wrap my fingers around as I began to stroke it pulling him closer. I kissed him on the mouth, the neck, nuzzling below his ear, whispering “I want to feel your cock inside me. Please fuck me” He turned me around, bent me over the back of the bench, pushed my legs apart. He guided his cock between my legs, rubbed it along my gash then slowly slid it into me stretching my cunt until he'd fully penetrated me and I felt his balls tickle my clit. I've got vibrators and dildo as large but his warm, throbbing cock felt a hundred times better. His hands on my waist holding me, he began to fuck me, moving in and out, almost withdrawing before driving his cock back up me with increasing ferocity. I'd never been fucked like it. I adored the animal lust of being taken and ravished outdoors, bizarrely hoping that someone would pass and see me behaving like a tart. He moved his hands to my tits, squeezing them, pinching my hard nipples. The roughness of the sex turned me on even more, I began to pant, close to cumming. Between gasps I demanded to be fucked harder and, though I didn't want him to stop fucking me, demanded that he cum inside me. He knew what I meant, and continued to fuck me until I had an intense orgasm. He continued fucking me, waiting until I climaxed again before ejaculating, pumping his seed into my married cunt. Cumming twice in such quick succession was a first for me. I probably knew then that I wouldn't be able to resist letting him fuck me again whenever he wanted or do almost anything he asked. I held on to the seat, until he pulled his cock out. I looked between my legs at his spunk, dangling and dripping from my cunt, I pushed myself upright, bent down to pick up my shorts and panties. I walked around the seat and sat down, bum on the edge with my legs open, watching as his cum slowly leaked from my hole and dripped on the ground. Behind me Jon had dressed. I was still on a high, engrossed by the amount of spunk he'd pumped into me. That's why I'd neither dressed or heard the two guys approaching until they were in front of me, catching me with my fingers in my pussy, drawing Jon's spunk out before I put my panties on. Two guys in their twenties, standing there open mouthed. I started to close my legs. Jon immediately told me to leave them open. I glanced at him, he was obviously serious and nodded his encouragement. Nervously I opened my legs. To my surprise I felt a flush of excitement at exposing myself to two complete strangers and spread my legs wider. Some more of Jon's spunk dripped out. “Rub it in” Jon told me quietly. I moved my hand and began to rub my cunt. I should have felt shame or embarrassment but didn't. All I felt was the urge to masturbate while they watched. I began to dip my fingers in and out of my fuck hole, frigging my aroused clit until I climaxed. I came down to earth quickly after that, grabbed my clothes and dressed. We jogged back to our cars by which time I'd calmed down a bit and had a chance to think. I told him that I hoped it wasn't a one off and that he'd want to fuck me in future. I explained we couldn't go to my house without the risk of someone seeing us and suggested his Flat. He told me he preferred sex outdoors in the summer and knew several places we could go to fuck. I wanted him desperately. The idea of having sex with him out in the open again excited me. I took no persuading to go along with his fetish and without thinking to ask where or what he had in mind I readily agreed, arranging to meet him two nights later when I knew my husband would be away. If anyone's interested in where this leads leave a comment and I'll continue. Luv Kate xxx