Finding the new me. Part two.

My husband was amazed by the speed of my transformation and so was I.  My night of wild, unconstrained sex with the 'stranger' that I knew so well, had banished Miss Prim to history.  The new me was always ready for sex, ready to be fucked, ready to be buggered, ready to suck cock, ready to receive a spunk shower.

But the change went deeper, I had a clear out of my old sensible clothes.  First to go was my underwear, I now wore stockings instead of tights, that necessitated something to hold them up.  Suspenders.  I bought the most outrageous that I could find, knickers and bras to match.  I still wore suitable clothes for work, but that now consisted of tailored business suits, beneath which was 'fuck me' underwear.  Hinted at by my seemed stockings.  At meetings, I would cross my legs, 'unwittingly' revealing their lacy tops.

I could afford it, I had been promoted.  The head of accounts, whose fingers I had found in the company's till, had been dismissed and prosecuted.  I had taken his place, the youngest department head ever in my company.   We went out more often as a couple in the evenings, my husband keen to show off his sexy wife.  Men were often treated not just to a glimpse of stocking, but what was holding them up and the bare flesh above.

I liked to buy my clothes from shops rather that Mail order, but my sex toys were bought on line.  I had quite a few.  I started with a dildo, then a bigger one.  They were both used, the big one, Big John, in my cunt and the small one, Little John, up my bum.  Little John also spent time up my husbands arse.  He was reluctant at first, but now enjoys it.  Either or both are also used to act out my recurring fantasies of being spit roasted, being d.p'd and my favourite, all holes filled.

I also tried a vibrator, but found that I preferred my fingers.  It did feel good against my arsehole though, so I bought an anal vibrator.  Two in fact.  His and hers.  Remote controlled vibrating butt plugs. We occasionally use them when we are at work.  They operate via our mobile phones.  Either of us will buzz the other, that's exactly what it is, a buzz.  An early warning buzz.  If possible, the receiver will go into a cubicle in the loo and send an answering buzz back.  Then it starts, each of us has control over the other, controlling speed, pattern and intensity. As the prosthetics do their thing up our respective arseholes, we masturbate.

The idea of mutual masturbation when we are miles apart does the rest.  For me, the downside is that I have to wear bigger knickers to hold the plug in and I have to push my hand down the front to rub my clit.  The first time I tried it with my knickers round my ankles, I popped the vibe out when I came and had to fish it out of the loo.  I didn't put it back.

I read erotic literature wherever I can find it and we watch porn together, a source for new experiments.  We find that our porn watching sessions last on average fifteen minutes.  By then we are fucking on the sofa.  We really need a T.V. in the bedroom.

It was exactly a year to the day since the new me had been found somewhere inside the old me.  We were celebrating, at home, with champagne.  'We' of course being my husband and me.

My husband no longer fucked other women.  He freely admits that this was in part, due to his promotion, he no longer had to spend time away from home.  But we now fuck so frequently I doubt that he would have the stamina anyway.

We clinked glasses.  He seemed to be lost in thought.

"Penny for them?"

"Last year, in Birmingham.  If I hadn't been there, would you have gone with a stranger?"

"That was my intention, I thought we were finished.  But nobody wanted me."

He smiled;

"I didn't recognise you when I first saw you.  I thought you were a pro.  They probably thought so too.  Nobody wants to pay for what you can get for free.  And you were still wearing your wedding ring.  That sends out a 'no' message."

"That night in Birmingham, there was a group of four…"

"One girl and three men?  Yes, I saw them."

"Do you think they all fucked her?"

He laughed.

"Wo knows?  Why, do you fancy a gang-bang?"

That's exactly what I wanted, or something like it.  But instead I said;

"Would you like to watch then?"

"That," he said.  "Is something that I would pay for."

We spent some time exploring how we could arrange it.  Options were contact sites or swinger's clubs. Then he said;

"Or dogging."

"Dogging?  Really?"  Isn't that a bit risky?"

"In what way risky?"

"Strangers in dark places."

He shrugged.

"Perhaps.  The other options  offer more safety from you being robbed, the other risks are probably the same, but people are there for sex mostly."

So we visited a dogging site. An exploratory visit.  We sat in the car alongside lots of other cars.  Nothing happened until the sun went down, then everthing happened.  One woman sat it her car with the window down, servicing a queue of men waiting to have their cocks sucked.  Another bent over the bonnet of a car with her tits out and her skirt up as another queue formed, waiting their turn to fuck her from behind.

My favourite was a woman who had a big estate car, or the man with her did.  They lifted the tailgate and the luggage area was used as a fucking platform.  She was happy to accomodate them either bending forwards or lying on her back.  She also sucked a few and wanked a few others until they spurted.  What I liked about this one though, was what she was wearing.  Just a lacy Basque with the bra cups folded under giving access to her tits.

What I was not so keen on, was that the women were not exactly up to the standard that I watched on porn.  To me, they were middle aged and overweight.  And most of the men looked like they had been sleeping rough.  Good luck to them all, it was consensual and they were hurting nobody.  But I decided that it was not for me.

Next we visited a swingers club.  We had to book in advance and pay a hefty door fee, but that did entitle us to free drinks.  We went as visitors which meant that we could watch but not touch.  We had been told to arrive early and were shown round by the owner, an attractive blonde woman in her forties.  This was more to my taste.  It was indoors for a start.  A few members were already there.  All shapes, sizes ages and races, but they all looked like they had made an effort.

After we had been given the tour, we were left to our own devices.  Even though during our tour there had not been any activity in the themed areas, my gusset was soaked.

The place seemed to be easy going and friendly, people introduced themselves and said welcome.  The place began to fill up. At exactly ten o'clock, a soft bell chimed and the bar began to empty.  We stayed in the bar for about another twenty minutes, then it was time to explore.

In the basement was the dungeon, equipped with all kinds of bondage gear.  In a wooden pillory was young woman, naked.  As we watched, she was fucked from behind by three men, all wearing condoms.  What had my legs turning to jelly though, was that the men all wore black leather executioner style masks.  I had to excuse myself so that I could try to dry my knickers.  I took them off and used the hand drier!

We left soon after.

"Find somewhere quiet to park," I told my husband.

 "I need fucking right now."

It had been a long time since I had been fucked in a car, and it was a small car.  He sat in the passenger seat, pushed right back, and I lowered myself onto his cock.  An uncomfortable but much needed fuck.  When we got home, we enjoyed another, more comfortable fuck.  In the afterglow, my husband turned to me, kissed me and said;

"I assume that the club was more to your taste?"

I said that it was and that we should join.

"Anything in particular that you liked?"

He added.

"The dungeon.  Well, I'm not sure about being restrained, but the woman in the pillory being gang-fucked almost made me come in my pants."

"She was not restrained.  Just after you left for the loo, she pulled her head and arms out and walked off, it was just roleplay."

So we joined.  Soon we were at our first meeting as members. We sat at the bar and ordered drinks.  In this area, which comprised of the bar, a longe area and a small dance floor, there was a 'no nudity' rule.  Both men and women had to have at least their genital area covered.  But tits seemed to be okay and there were a lot of them on display, including the female half of the couple who joined us at the bar.

They were about ten years our senior, Jane was slim and elegant, small firm tits with hard brown nipples.  Simon was quite tall, very good looking with dark hair just beginning to grey at the temples.  They were friendly and amusing.  Simon said;

"Have you tried the spa bath?"

We had not of course.  Jane accompanied me to the changing room, an undressing room really, with lockers for clothes and personal belongings.  Naked, we headed for the extension that housed a small whirlpool bath or jacuzzi.  Simon and my husband were already in it.  Under the cover of the bubbles, I reached for my husband's cock only to find a hand already on it.  Jane's.  She made room for me, my husband now had two hands around his shaft.

I reached out my other hand for Simon's cock.  This too, was occupied, by Jane's other hand.  We all laughed.

"Shall we find a bed?"

Asked Simon.  We trooped upstairs and found an unoccupied room.  In it was a large bed and two small sofas.  Jane pulled my husband to one of the sofas, leaving the bed for me and Simon. Simon pulled me into a kiss, hands on my buttocks, pulling me against his erection.  Jane sat my husband on the sofa, parted his knees, knelt before him and lowered her mouth onto his cock.

I pushed Simon onto the bed and took his cock into my mouth.  It was only the second cock that I had ever touched, let alone sucked.  I had little doubt that it would very soon, be deep inside my cunt.  Simon enjoyed my oral carresses for a short time and then said;

"Let me lick you."

Oh!  Yes please!  On the sofa, Jane was now sitting on my husbands lap.  Each of his hands enclosed a tit.  They were too far away to tell if his cock was inside her, but it seemed probable.

Spread on the bed, Simon kissed me again before moving onto my tits, then my belly, then placed one kiss on my mound before going in for the most intimate kiss of all.  I raised my legs, pushed his hands beneath and round to cup my tits, holding my in position for his oral onslaught.

I came very quickly.  Simon moved up so that he was kneeling between my thighs, as wide open as I could make them for him.  His cock quivered, the tip shining with his juice.  Slowly, he rolled a condom onto it and directed it to my waiting, gaping slit.

At the last second, I turned my head towards the others.  I wanted my husband to see this, his wife being penetrated by another man.  They were both watching.  Simon's cock entered me with an ease that surprised me.  It was done.  I was no longer a one man woman.

Simon also came quickly, grunting as he did so.  He quickly pulled out of me, the filled condom dropping heavily.  Much later, he told me that he always came quickly the first time in a new cunt.  Unless he had already come.

In the doorway, there was no door, a small group of spectators had gathered.  Jane pulled my husband to the bed, shooing us off so they could use it.  My husband lay on his back as Jane queened him, coming as fast as I had and then implaing herself on him, riding him until he came.

They thanked us and we went our separate ways.  It was enough fo me, for tonight anyway.  There was only one cock that I wanted tonight.  But before we left, we had another wander, enjoying the show.

A firm idea was developing on my mind about what I wanted next.  My gang bang.  The following week, I called the club and asked Viv, the owner, if it could be arranged.  It could, but at a price.  She said that she would be at the club on Sunday, there was maintenance going on.  Could I call in?

The 'workers' were having a tea break when arrived.  The workers being Viv herself, all dolled up in jean's, teeshirt and what turned out to be tile grout, and one other, he was introduced as Peter, her husband.  Peter excused himself and went back to work.  I said to Viv;

"It hadn't occured to me that you might be married."

"Oh yes," she replied.  "Peter's my third, I suppose you could call me a serial wife.  Divorce settlements from the other two helped pay for all this."

She made a sweeping gesture and went on;

"Peter is my manager, he looks after the accounts and can use his hands for things other than groping tits.  What about you?  Are you still on Him number one."

I told her about my narrow escape from divorce and about my conversion from mousewife to hotwife.  I had told nobody else, it felt cathartic.  Viv listened and nodded.  Then said;

"I think that if people were honest about it, you would find that if a woman loses a man, it's probably because she won't suck his cock.  And men should remember that the quickest way to a woman's heart, is via her cunt.  With his tongue."

The club operated on four nights a week.  Sunday and Monday it was closed, on Saturdays it could be hired for private parties.  I then asked if she could arrange to supply the men for my gang bang.

"Well," she said.  "In that case, I suggest that you ask members.  And if it's your first time, no more than ten.  Some will want seconds."

"Make it a dozen."

I said.  She advised me to make a plan, some rules in case things got out of hand and a safe word, adding;

"Decide whether you want it to be choreographed or a free-for-all."

Choreographed?  Good word.  Yes it would be a dance, with me as the prima ballerina.  During my wanderings  I had noticed a piece of furniture in the dungeon that appealed to me.  A stool. A bit like a pommel horse without the pommel.  Actually, not a bit like either, this was designed for one purpose only.  Fucking.

Viv agreed to be a sort of referee, along with my husband.  On the night, we arrived early to prepare.  I changed into clothes that I had bought specially.  If you could call it clothing.  A black leather lace-up waspie.  The laces were bright red, as were the long suspenders.  I had found a pair of black seamed stockings with red lace tops and black satin bows.  The outfit was completed with my highest spike heeled shoes.

I positioned myself on the fucking stool.  It was very comfortable, upholstered with soft leather, it had footrests and hand grips.  Imagine the position of racing motorcyclist and you're almost there.  It positioned me with both my mouth and my cunt at groin height.  A woman, or come to that a man, could be fucked at both ends.  Perfect.  Well almost.  My prone position meant that my tits would not be on display.

Everything in the dungeon had either been removed or pushed against the walls.  My stool had been placed on a circular platform so that spectators could get a better view.  Even so, it was standing room only.  Except for me.  I positioned myself and nodded to Viv, who was at the head end.  My husband was at the other end, his job was to hand out condoms and to ensure that they were used.  As if he was the ringmaster, he announced in a loud voice;

"She's ready for you guys.  Either end, but not in her arse, her arse is mine."

I felt the first in line fumble for my cunt.  If he was checking to see if I was wet enough, I could have saved him the trouble.  I was dripping.  His cock slid easily into me.  He didn't stay there long, but he was fucking me nicely, with slow deep thrusts.  I felt him accelerate, then there was a loud exhalation.  A few seconds later, he pulled out.  Did he come?  There was no way for me to tell, but I was not allowed to dwell on it, he was soon replaced by number two.

Somebody raised my head.  Inches from me was a penis, so close that could smell it but barely focus on it.  Just a large purple plum with a tear in its eye. I let go of my hand grip and took the shaft in my hand, opened my mouth and engulfed the plum.  Its owner put both hands on my head and began to fuck my mouth.  That is probably the best way to describe it, I was not really sucking it.  He was doing the work, fucking my hand with his knob in my mouth.

It seemed to work though, he came quickly, flooding my mouth with his cum, which spilled out to drip from my chin.  I liked it. So much so that I was not sure if there had been a change at the other end.

I took them all without a break, although I have to admit, I was glad when it was over.  We were the last to leave, Viv seemed impressed, she had been keeping score.  All twelve had fucked me, two of them more than once.  Seven had used my mouth.  My jaw ached, but not my cunt.

Would I do it again?  Possibly.  It's a bit intenst.  But I had ticked off three items from my bucket list,  spitroasted, gang-banged and blowbanged.  Now I wanted the big one, three cocks, sorry, men, at once.  One in my mouth, one in my cunt and one in my arse.  Preferably without condoms, but that seems unlikely.  What had my husband said?

"Her arse is mine?"

We'll see about that.

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