I was a shy lad in school and a part of that followed me into adulthood. At school I had the biggest crush on April She was tall for her age and fairly skinny. She had long dark brown straight hair presenting her beautiful face that seemed to have a permanent smile on it. She was the first girl in our year to grow tits, and they grew and grew. Needless to say she was all the boys favorite girl. It was about this time she became a wild child and a handful for anyone in authority. She wasn't averse to flashing her tits and showing her panties. She was the girl of my dreams and I had many wanks thinking about those tits and her prominent looking cameltoe in her panties. I was pretty sure that she was the first girl in our year to have sex by the way she talked about it to her peers. After school I went to work in a factory and soon found my niche. Because I was young and fresh faced I took a fair bit of ribbing from the women that worked there. To get away from it, I would go and sit in the park to eat my lunch. This one day, about a year into working, as I sat on my bench I could hear music coming from the bushes. It was quiet, but it was definitely music. I decided to go and have a look at who was disturbing what was normally complete silence except for the birds. As I walked around the bushes there she was. April was lying on a blanket on her back. She was naked except for the smallest piece of material barely covering her pussy. Those tits had fortunately stopped growing. Had they continued at the rate they grew in school they would have burst. They were still pretty damn big and overall she had put on just a little weight. As I stood looking at her beautiful body she must have opened her eyes which were concealed behind reflective sunglasses. "It's Rodney, isn't it?" she asked. I told her it was and she told me to come and sit with her. "You were the shy lad that sat in the third row," she added. I nodded as I sat. "Rub some lotion in. "Don't want these puppies getting burnt, do we?" she teased as she handed me a bottle of sun tan lotion. I put a bit on one hand and started to gently rub it on one breast. April put her hand on top of mine and pressed it into her tit. "You don't have to be so gentle. It won't bite you. Soon I had rubbed lotion into all of her top and her pretty face. I could feel the heat from my red face subsiding and the hard cock in my pants throbbing taking the blood away from my face. "Well do my legs then," she insisted. As I sat working on one foot she applied some to her own arms. It was then that I discovered that she was wearing a wedding band. My heart sunk a little, although it was only to be expected that a beautiful woman as she now was would be married. I had done both feet and legs up to her knees. "Well do my thighs she ordered and put one foot up and on my shoulder. I was looking straight up her leg at her prominent bulge. My poor cock was straining and getting very uncomfortable. I could see a few curly hairs that had escaped the thin triangle of material as I started to apply the lotion I deliberately avoided touching her pussy when I got to the top and quickly moved to the other leg. April must have guessed by the way I avoided her pussy, "You still a virgin?" I nodded, feeling some of that blood being diverted back to my face and I could feel my heart pounding. I could hear her chuckling. "What brought you here today," she asked and I told her that I took a break from the factory and would eat my lunch and today I heard her music. It was now that I suddenly remembered work and looking at my watch. If I didn't hurry I would be late back. I gave my apologies and ran back to the factory. Fortunately the blood had recirculated normally letting my cock return to its flaccid state. That night I wanked myself silly thinking about April and that I had touched her tits and been withing millimeters of her pussy. The sight of a few pubic hairs kept flooding my mind. I had seen it all in magazines and and on the internet, but being that close in real life was a different matter. The next day at lunch I was hoping that April would be there again. She was but she was sat on my bench fully clothed looking quite respectable and as pretty as ever. She had also brought some lunch and we sat talking and eating. Before I had to return to work she asked if I would like to go for a drink with her one evening and I quickly told her that I would. Friday night I showered and shaved and then dressed in my smartest shirt, jacket and trousers and with my well polished shoes went off to the pub as agreed. I was sat for nearly twenty minutes and thought that the very first girl I was going to meet had blown me out. I was thinking about going back home when she suddenly arrived apologizing for being so late. I went and got her a drink and noticed nearly all the male heads were turned in April's direction. I felt so proud when I sat back down with her. She told me she was late because of traffic returning from dropping her husband at the airport. Yes, him I thought, the man that had stolen her from me. As we finished our drinks I was about to propose another round when she suddenly asked if I would like to go back to her house. I couldn't get out the pub quick enough and into her Mercedes car. We were soon at a very large house that looked immaculately cared for as did the extensive grounds. The inside was just as impressive. She poured us two large whiskys. I had never drank whisky before and nearly choked with coughing as I gulped my first slug. April laughed at me and told me to gently sip it. As we both sat on the sofa I saw a picture of her with her husband. He was a lot older than April. She was definitely the trophy wife. The she suddenly said did I want to have a look around and I found myself being led around the house. It was beautiful. On the way upstairs as I followed I had the briefest of flashes of her panties. Upstairs it had five bedrooms and three en-suites and a separate bathroom The master bedroom had almost half the floor space of the whole of my parents house. "I've a good idea she said, " Greg isn't here to rub my cream lotion into me tonight. You was so good with the suntan lotion I'm sure you will be just as good with this cream," she said handing me the bottle. Before I even had time to answer, her dress was over her head and her bra was following it to the floor. I watched as she fetched a towel from the en-suite and lay it on the bed. She kicked her shoes off and laid on the bed on her front. I kicked my shoes off and climbed onto the bed next to her and applied some of the lotion onto my hands and started to rub it into her shoulders. April was telling me to do it harder. I ended up straddling her to get enough pressure to satisfy her. I could feel my cock growing. I worked down to her panty top and then did her arms. Then her legs and like a few days back I avoided touching her pussy. Then as I climbed off her she rolled over onto her back. I applied some to her beautiful face and then her neck and by the time I got to her tits my cock was throbbing like crazy. She again asked for more pressure to her shoulders and I again straddled her. Before I had even thought about it April grabbed my head and pulled my face down and into the valley between those lovely large tits and rubbing cream from them into my face. My cock was now getting painful. After a few minutes she released my head. I continued with the lotion down to her waist band of her panties. I climbed back off and started on one of her feet. The other one was now on my shoulder and I could see a few pubic hairs escaping the panties and then I noticed a dark spot on her panties, her pussy was obviously wet and from the looks getting wetter. As I worked up her leg she moved it so both feet were on my shoulders and she joked that it was one of her favorite positions. She used her feet on my shoulders to raise her arse and slip her panties down to her knees. "Can't finish the job with these on," she laughed. She told me to finish pulling them off which I did. I was almost finished and had done both legs and feet and was looking at her pussy lips that had peeled open showing her clitoris and her hole. It was the first one I had ever seen for real at the age of nineteen. Then like with her boobs she grabbed my head and rubbed my face into her bush and fanny. I nearly came. As her hands relaxed I pulled away. "Still shy, " she said, "Your so sweet. You can touch it, It won't bite." I gently touched her pussy. April put her hand on mine and helped me stroke her pussy and clitoris. Then she was pushing me off of her. "Your turn," she laughed ripping at my clothes. I heard a cooing sound when my seven inch cock was exposed. She rubbed a little cream into my throbbing cock and then straddled me and buried my cock into her pussy. I was barely balls deep when I came in her pussy. I was expecting April to be cross, instead she told me how sweet I was and as my cock deflated and slipped out of her pussy. I had heard and read about blow jobs, but never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought I would be on a bed getting sucked by April, but I was. He tits were swaying and rubbing against my legs. Then she turned around and we were now in the sixty nine position and April told me to lick and suck her pussy and clit. As I tentatively licked her pussy she was back sucking my cock again. I was surprised that pussy tasted nothing like I had ever thought it would. It was good and I was soon trying to get as much of her juices as I could into my mouth. I couldn't see it but I knew my cock was getting hard again. Then April was getting off me. I thought the disappointment would kill me. April pushed me to one side and lay on her back and then pulled me between her legs and put her feet over my shoulders. April pulled me forward by my cock and fed it to her hungry pussy. I was soon fucking April and she was telling me, "Harder, deeper. Keep going." I felt April shaking all over as I plunged in and out. I later learnt that she had come. I kept going until I came deep inside her pussy. After we untangled ourselves April cuddled up to me. She told me that I had done well and kissed me sweetly. A while later I could feel my cock beginning to get hard again. April laughed saying, "What have I unleashed." She had me fuck her again in doggy position. It was the best yet. Then she had me cuddled to her and pulled the duvet over us. I remember having a wild dream of fucking April in the park in the bushes by my bench as I slept. Then I awoke. April was cuddled up to me and there was a woman about thirty years old tidying up. I tried to hide under the duvet. April laughed and told Jessica to do her room later. As soon as she had gone I was out of bed rapidly putting my clothes back on. I could see that April thought it funny. She told me to slow down and calm down. She slipped into a silk dressing gown and took me to the kitchen and called Jessica and told her to get us some breakfast. I could feel my face being flushed with blood as I sat there knowing Jessica had seen us in bed together. Then Jessica went off to clean elsewhere. Over breakfast I asked April if Jessica would tell her husband. April said it didn't mater whether she did or not. Later after Jessica had gone we went back to bed and fucked again. As we lay there afterwards April told me that her husband wouldn't be back until Wednesday night, and then said he was probably fucking his favorite French slut in Paris. I couldn't believe the words coming out of April's mouth. She went on to say that he had lovers in New York, Belgium, Holland, Paris and Brazil for starters. I asked her what she felt about it. She told me that it gave her license to do what she wanted to and with whom she wanted. Later still she said that when he was at home she was a shared wife. I wasn't quite sure what that meant. At the time I was getting hard again and the only thing on my mind was fucking April again. I eventually went home late on Sunday evening. I was totally exhausted, but very very happy. I'm not sure if it was that weekend but I became far more assertive and when the women at work tried to tease me I gave as good as I got. Over the next few years every time April's husband was away I would sleep over with April. Jessica once remarked that I was there often enough that I ought to just move in permanently. We were in our third year of our affair when I discovered pictures of April with other men. When I asked her about it she said that she told me that she was a shared wife. I suddenly remembered that she had mentioned it, but hadn't really understood what she meant. Now it made sense, Her husband was sharing her with other men. I asked if she minded. I was surprised when she told me that she thoroughly enjoyed it. The chance to try other men without any repercussions she told me. I asked had she been swapped whilst I was seeing her and she quickly told me yes she had. A month or so later she told me that hubby was home for almost a month and there was to be a big birthday party for him. She also told me that she was expected to service some of his mates. When I saw her after the party I wasn't sure whether or not to ask about it. April broke the ice by telling me that her husbands mates brought him a couple of strippers and eventually he retired to bed with them. April told me that four of his mates took turns with her. I felt confused and upset, but she wasn't my wife and I had no say in it. It was almost six months later whilst April's husband was in New York he got mugged and when he fought back he got shot twice in the chest. It was just over two months later when he was brought home to the UK and to April. Sadly within days of his return he took a turn for the worst and died. April was extremely upset and I did all I could to comfort her and not put any pressure on her. I helped with the funeral arrangements and also talking to his employers who told April that he was heavily insured, at least she wouldn't need to worry about money. After the funeral April had the mourners back to the house. After most had left I was witness to five of his mates take turns with April. After they had all gone I snuggled up with her in bed. She laughed saying that he would have enjoyed his send off. She asked had I been upset seeing her being used by the men. I was honest and told her I was. She told me that she couldn't help herself and enjoyed it and that if I wanted to stick around she would be desecrate when she saw other men. Almost ten years later still I see April and enjoy her company and gorgeous body. I still struggle with her seeing other men, but if I want to continue seeing her I have no option and have to put up with it.