First off , many thanks to all those who read my story and especially to those who were kind enough commenton it . My relationship with Peter ended basically because I was still swinging and doing it without protection and he became increasingly concerned about std’s . I was not and grew increasingly abandoned as I sought to keep the thrill factor alive .My self confidence had grown and I emcbraced the party scene with enthusiasm. I remember one party in particular , where , I knew I was the best there and all the men wanted me . I was fucked on a bed by a chap who’s wife was being fucked next to us . The host along with the rest of the party goers were watching . As soon as I was filled up ,the host took me and knelt me on the edge of the bed . He was big and when he entered me I squealed and moved forward so he cams out of me . This got me as smart smack on my bum and I became totally submissive. The boast grabbed my hips and gave me a very hard fucking . I completely lost control . I could hear someone screaming ,but didn’t know it was me ,all I was aware of was a pain deep inside me and a continuous orgasm . It could last and the host fired a second lot of cum into me . As he withdrew ,I collapsed onto my back ,dragging another man on top of me , grasping his erect prick and pushing it into me . I could stop grinding away at him eventually he came and I lay still at last on the bed . I was aware of being cleaned up and fucked periodically for the resorption of the evening . The hoast had seconds ,but I found I could take him ,but he failed to around me . After the party. Hubby realised I had moved on in a big way and accepted that I had become very enthusiastic about being fucked . My problem was that I wanted a big orgasm every time, but that didn’t happen . We went back to advertising , but this time , just me . The advert was quite explicit, with a photo of me displaying my tattoos and piercings ,with the promise to provide pleasure and satisfaction unspecified! Lots of replies ,no surprise there . A lot were not worth pursuing , but there were some of interest especially from pairs of men . I had I think solved the issue of not getting bored . A great deal of my excitement came before the meet . The choosing of shoes , that’s all I wore along with hold ups and a fleece . I spent a lot of time on make up and perfume and finally my hair . In my mind I was preparing myself for sacrifice . The thrill of being dropped off ,walking along a bath ,or climbing stairs in a block of flats ,before knocking on a door ,or ringing a bell never left me . Not many gave me what I was seeking ,but a few did and one in particular ,a Scot gave it to me big time . One session with him left me so weak I had a job walking to hubby’s car to be driven home . I had been fucked from behind as I was bent over the bottom of the bed ,with the Scot watching himself in the dressing table mirror . He had the biggest cock I experienced , I had a job getting it into my mouth to suck him ! Most times he was considerate and waited for me to stretch and accommodate him ,before fucking me through the mattress , but on this accession it was a wham bam thank you ma'am . my knees wouldn’t support me and like a rag doll I was used and abused . I was lifted onto the bed and left to recover . I felt he was still in me and after cleaning up as best I could I staggered to hubbies waiting car . It was his practice to fuck me when we got home ,as if to reclaim me , but this time I had to refuse him . If you like I will tell you of a time when I was the filling in a sandwich of two men Thank you again if you have read this far ,I know hubby will have done and will be giving me a good seeing too . xxx