I would have liked it if Mark had been my boyfriend but the truth is he was just a friend to me and I think he saw me as a slut ready to fuck as required. Over the next couple of months we went to 2 or 3 other parties and I fucked whoever he wanted me to. In those days the pill was only available on prescription to married women but somehow he managed to get a supply and I was on the pill although until they were fully effective we still used condoms for the males to fuck me although Mark would use my arse hole without a condom so he could leave his spunk inside me. If this sounds all one sided it wasn`t, I was enjoying myself!

So, once the pills were effective I started to let guys fuck me bareback....ohhh! what a change, for me to feel spunk inside me and I was more popular with the guys too. One of the parties we went to was a bit different, the guys were mainly older, perhaps 30s to well I dont know certainly old enough to be my dad or even my grandad. Being younger than some of the women I found myself in demand all evening being chatted up and fed a stream of drinks. Mark was always on hand and checked with me a couple of times that I was OK, then I was led to a bedroom by 3 of these older guys. I knew what they wanted, I was merry rather than drunk and frankly I wanted cock. Within a few minutes I was naked on the bed with some guy pounding away in my fanny, for the first time he called it a cunt and told me I was a whore and he was going to fuck me hard (or words to that effect anyway). In my haze I didnt care what he called me and I think I told him to get on with it, he did and I felt his cock jerk as he unloaded. There was no time to clean up another guy was on me his cock slipping easily into my cunt, he unloaded then another, then another until I had fucked 5 of them...or rather they had fucked me. Mark was next, I knew what he liked, rolled over so he could slip his cock into both my available holes, into one, then the other, back into my cunt and then my arse until he was ready to plant his seeds.

It was at the 3rd party that I first met my husband John. He was one of 4 or 5 that fucked me that night, I cant say that he was especially good at fucking, I still prefered Marks cock but he was OK. At some stage in the evening he gave me his phone number and told me to call if I was interested. I did ring and we started dating in the normal way as boy/girlfriend but still continued with the party scene, I still prefered Marks cock! Somewhere along the line Mark found some other girl to plunder (bitch!) and John and I got into a better routine ourselves, once he got the hang of it John wasnt too bad at fucking either, slightly larger than Marks cock he managed to dip it in my arse as well as my cunt. As time went on we became more exclusive to each other and as I say we eventually got married and had two children.

I guess life became a bit of a bore for him as well as me, I admit to having a couple of one night flings and he did as well I think. Eventually, we spoke about the rut we were in and did we ever think about our old kind of fun, I dont think either of us wanted to be the first to say "yes, I need more" but one night late in bed John asked if he could bring a workmate round. We both knew what he meant, I think I surprised him when I said "yes PLEASE!". So, arrangements were made and a few days later once the kids had settled in bed there was a knock on the lounge window, John answered the door and into the lounge came Paul. Paul was a little older than us, early 50s I guessed, divorced and two kids who were with their mum. We chatted for a while, John making a cup of tea for the first time, think he had to hunt for the cups etc he was certainy taking his time. Paul was just as nervous as me, we both knew how it would end but how should we start? He made some remark about my figure and that was the firing gun, when John eventually bought the tea in he found Paul had already removed my Jumper, in fact he had groped my tits too but that was not obvious. Paul stopped, John told him not to worry and I, brazzen as ever unclipped my Bra and slung it toward John. Well that broke the ice and by the time we had drained our cups the 3 of us were naked, Paul was already stiff with anticipation and John was in the process of wanking his cock into action.

That was the first of many many time over the next few years that Paul came to our house, I even went to his flat some nights while John babysat. He was fine so long as I told him what we had done and then let him have his turn. There were no secrets between the 3 of us and it was nice actually. Paul it turned out was just as randy as John and me, he liked to make me bend over the arm of the chair while I sucked Johns cock and he had free reign of my cunt and arse, when he left for the night John would always insist on fucking whichever hole Paul had left his spunk. As the kids got that bit older it became more awkward for Paul to visit and my visits to his flat became more frequent, John always enjoyed hearing about our fucking before taking advanage his self. It was on one visit to Pauls flat that it became clear he wanted more, not emotionally, but sexually. He and John had been talking amongst themselves and had agreed that I should become a submissive whore for both of them.....if I was willing. Paul made clear that I could say no if I wanted but if I said yes then I would be expected to service not only them but whoever they chose, whenever they chose, and do anything. I was fine with most of it, but we were not as young as we once were, yes I had a few battle scars but that was nothing to some of the 40-50 year old males that I had seen on the beach. Paul took me to the bedroom and we had the best sex ever, it was if another door had opened, he did things he had not done before and just as Martin had said all those years ago, if I wanted more I needed to comply. I said that if John was happy I would do it.

At home it was the usual routine of John getting off on the details of what Paul and I had done that night, John fucking my already sticky hole. As we lay in bed after I said that I understood that he and Paul had been speaking about things, was he sure this is what he wanted, actually the idea had grown on me too and the prospect of extra cocks was appealing to say the least. So from that night on I was told that whenever I was to be used I must wear stockings and suspenders, front opening bra, a button through dress or skirt and top. The following week I arrived at Pauls flat dressed as required, Paul opened the door and led me straight to the bedroom....ok, we normally had a chat and kiss but go with the new regime, in the bedroom were two other guys, cant remember their names, not that its important. Paul took off my jumper and skirt, Bra and knickers and then told me to get on the bed and let the two guys have whatever they wanted. Paul left the bedroom and for the next hour I was groped, fingered and finally fucked by both these guys without anything being said apart from just being told what was wanted and what a dirty whore I was, that sort of thing. Then Paul returned, the 2 guys got dressed and left the flat, Paul came back into the room, checked for spunk in my cunt asked me if I had enjoyed the session, I said yes even though it had been mediocre and he used my arse to unload before taking me home. John could not wait to hear my report of what had happened, fingering my cunt and arse to make sure I was full of spunk and really getting off on the fact that I had no idea of who the two other guys had been but I had fucked them anyway. He was so excited he came over my arse without even being inside me, I asked if he was happy with my performance and he said that from now on I was to have as much cock as I could