I am writing this for the man my husband and I meet regularly. It’s so that he knows in full my story. About 15 years ago, and after lot of persuasion from my husband, we went to a north London sauna and naturist club. I found being naked quite easy, though the posse of men following us around wasn’t very appealing. We went upstairs to the couples area for some privacy, and I lay on the red plastic mattress gradually getting turned on as George fingered me and whispered naughty things in my ear. When he told me we were being watched and I should open my legs wide to offer a better view, I thought it was a fantasy. I was getting increasingly aroused and he told me to open my eyes. A tall black man was standing in the doorway holding his large erect cock. If you had asked me before, I would have said it would turn me off, but instead I suddenly felt really randy. My husband sensed this and beckoned him in. Within seconds his black hand was touching me and he took my hand to hold his cock. I switched off the respectable part of my mind, and allowed myself to wank him as George and he stroked and fingered me. My orgasm was inevitable and intense. As I was coming I was wanking him more vigorously, and as my orgasm began to subside I felt him twitch and his sperm flowed and very my thumb and hand. So it was a success. We went to several clubs. One near Brighton where we sunbathed nude was the best, and I was massaged several times, and got used to wanking men off. I enjoyed sensing their pleasure and knowing they found me sexy. The one absolute rule was no penetrative sex. That was until the Travelodge and another black guy who so desperately needed a fuck and was so polite and patient that I told George, who is always with me, that I would take the cock. It felt strange and quite pleasant, though I didn’t come. Our next meet was only a couple of weeks later, with another black guy, David. He was patient and gentle and I had no hesitation in letting him enter me. And I came! My husband has always found it difficult to keep up a regular rhythm for me, and I have to lie still while he is in me or he cums too soon. David was able to keep up a rhythm right through and it was wonderful. A few more meets, and some lovely orgasms, but several meets where the man was just interested in his own orgasm, and several where the man came prematurely. I got used to being splashed unexpectedly. Then we met Dave, my regular, at short notice one Saturday. We met at his house, which was warm and comfortable. He was gentle and patient, and had a really stiff erection that stayed stiff for all the 45 minutes I needed to give me a really lovely orgasm. And after a few meets, my husband indicated to him (without me knowing, though we had discussed it before) that he could go bareback. I realized immediately and found the silky smoothness of his erect cock so much better than the harsh rubber of a condom. I came well, though he managed to hold back and came all over me after. Then on a later meet, I started kissing him, which added another layer of pleasure, and then one day I asked him to come inside me. The feeling was lovely, and gave me the ultimate sexual satisfaction. And that is where we are. We have added a third man into the mix a couple of times. Very scary and exciting having three loads of spunk, but on the whole it’s been just Dave and me with George watching and helping. Great sex, really great, with passion and kindness and no strings. I don’t know how long it will carry on for. I hope a while. Dave is a really kind good man. Thank you, Dave. You can do anything you want with me and George. I am sure I will enjoy it.