Its a long time ago now but I still remember how liberating and the feeling of exhilaration that came with our first experiments with the swinging scene. Perhaps we were untypical , we'd never been overly hooked on monogamy both of us having extra curricular diversions before we got married and within the first couple of years of the nuptials. However these were transgressions not part of a planned alternative philosophy. I think the moment I realized we were embracing a somewhat left field approach to sex and marriage came about six months after our initial encounter.I was thirty and a trim size ten. You won't be surprised to hear that not every encounter went to plan. We met some strange, one or two dodgy but mostly nice people. Straightforward wife swapping it became clear, wasn't our bag, it often seemed problematic getting all four parties to party. My husband was always more interested and turned on by what I was doing than he was in anything else, so our forte was mainly for other men to come and share me or for me to meet with, then tell my beloved the sordid details. Pete was a guy who had been to our house a few times in those early days. A nicely muscular body and a dirty mind. The three of us enjoyed plenty of fun. He worked shifts and sometimes wanted to meet up early and then go onto work. This particular early evening he phoned and at short notice we couldn't get a baby sitter. I said I'd go over to his place in Droitwich. Gary my other half was happy with this and sorted out the kids tea while I got myself into infidelity mode. 5.45pm I'm on my way. Heels, seamed stockings, suspenders, Gossard Wonderbra, french knickers, all in black. Topped of with red fitted skirt that buttoned up the front and crisp white blouse, lippy and earrings in red, hair pulled back in a pony tail. I looked and felt pretty hot. Good job Gary was tied up with the kids or I wouldn't have got out the house. Heading down the A449 it felt really horny. Me, nice wife, mom, schoolteacher all dolled up driving to meet, well,not even a lover, a man a relative stranger for a fuck. God what would our friends think or the neighbors. I laughed. They'd tut tut but some would be jealous. Pete let me in, a low 'wow' signified his approval. 'I like the bra' he growled. It obviously stood out against the white of the blouse. He gave me a kiss.I liked him kissing me which wasn't the case with every guy we'd met. His fingers were already on their third button of the skirt, as he waltzed me into the lounge at the back of the house. He paused, hand betwixt stocking top and the cheek of my behind. 'Do you fancy another bloke joining us'? Not thinking he meant now, I replied 'that might be good'. ' Great I've told my neighbor opposite you were coming round and how you sometimes like to have fun with two blokes, so can he come over?' Taken by surprise, I heard myself saying 'why not'.He disengaged from me and went into the hallway to the phone. 'I'll call him over, you'll blow his mind.' I heard him say 'She's here and happy for you to join us', then he was clearly having to persuade the guy he would be up to it'. I was thinking 'I've agreed to fuck a bloke I haven't a clue about'. Up until then we'd met people through ads in mags and been careful in our selection. For all I knew he might be fat and ugly. Pete came back 'He's nervous, how about you wear a blindfold, so you don't know who is doing what. It makes it easy for him, and might be exciting'. 'Well OK, but no nonsense' Truth told, I had butterflies. It did feel daring. Without any fuss he produced a black silk scarf which he tied expertly over my eyes and secured behind my head. 'Whats his name ?' ' Better if you don't know, don't you think, be exciting in the future to think, there's a guy who's fucked you and you don't know who it is?' I wasn't sure but didn't argue. I suppose I was intrigued. It occurred to me . He's been planning this. The doorbell chimed. I waited in the darkness, listening to the lowered voices in the hall. Standing in the middle of the room I imagined how I appeared to my unknown visitor. The anticipation sent shivers through me.I felt myself breathing quicker, my nipples hardening and a warming in my crotch. Placing my hands behind my back I stood feet apart pulling the skirt taut across my thighs. Then Pete's voice 'Well what have we here mate? Someones left us a present, I think we should unwrap it, don't you? or maybe it will unwrap itself'. This was unexpected but I could work without a script. I began to undo the buttons of the blouse, slowly, The breathing of the two guys was the only noise and I smirked at the sharp intake of breath as I dropped the blouse on the floor. Starting at the hem I began to pop the buttons of the skirt. There was a low 'fucking hell' muttered as the tops of my stockings and suspenders came into view. The skirt slid to the carpet and I kicked it out of the way. 'Do you want to help me out of the rest' I enticed. There was a momentary pause then I could feel both men close up to me. I touched them . They were both still fully clothed. 'I think we need to get on even terms don't you? I whispered, finding the buckle of someones belt and undoing it. Slipping the zip, I gripped the waistband of the trousers and under pants and pushed down. With a bit of help they slid down and my fingers encountered a cock already hardening and sticking out from a hairy set of balls. This must be the neighbor, I thought. Pete never wears underpants when we meet and he shaves his pubes. Dropping to my knees I tentatively examined this new prick. Circumcised, fat head and a good handful. Sliding my other hand around his arse I observed he was in good shape, nice taut buttocks. My lips brushed the end of his cock and without any shyness he grabbed my head and pushed his meat into my mouth. I gave him my full attention, only slightly distracted by another hard dick being rubbed against the side of my face. Reaching out I touched a hairy leg. Pete had obviously stripped off and was eager to get in on the act. Fingers on my bra strap, It opens. Hands slide under it at the front. 'Get a feel of these beauties' urged Pete. He liked my tits, 36A still firm, despite the attention of my two kids, with nipples he said you could hang your hat on. His fingers kneaded my breasts and tweaked my nipples , I could feel his cock against my behind. One hand stroked down my front and nudged at the waistband of my knickers, pushing on down, past my neatly trimmed pubes. I almost held my breath as two digits eased into my already slippy fanny. Ohh! I groaned around the thick cock. Suddenly it withdrew and I felt hot gobbet's of his jism spatter my face. 'Sorry, couldn't hold it any more' muttered a voice I assumed was the neighbors. 'Told you she was a fun girl' Pete commented his fingers relinquishing their probing. 'I think my dick would like some of the same' A hand gripped mine,'This way my petite pois' Pete was a big fan of OFAH. Still on my knees I shuffled in the direction indicated to find myself between his legs as he lay back on the settee. Fingers caressed my face. 'Shame to waste all this good protein' laughed Pete pushing his spunk coated fingers gently into my already open mouth. 'you can tell us who tastes the best' Truth told I'd never given it much thought but now I was aware that every man tastes different and found it interesting. He guided my mouth down onto his cock. I remembered it from previous encounters. Long, not thick with a full foreskin, which I could manipulate with my lips. He murmured happily as I slurped on his tool, my head bobbing up and down in his lap. I missed being able to look up and see the expression on the guys face but maybe the blind fold did give things a different sort of edge. Concentrating on the task I'd forgotten 'the neighbor' until I felt hands on my behind. They stroked around then began to tug down my french Knickers. I lifted my knees alternatively to assist their removal. Fingers briefly cupped then slipped between the folds of my cunt opening it up. Then without any further preparation I felt a cock-head enter me, sliding steadily in til I felt the guys belly against my arse. I was clearly ready for it. He began to fuck me. Slowly at first but then with real energy. It was as much as I could do to keep my lips round Pete's cock. As I worked Pete's dick with my tongue I thought this is 'just fucking' for the fun of it, no emotions no hang ups, just pleasure and for the record the anonymous rod in my cunt was doing a sterling job. I was just getting those first little wave like tremors that eventually crash into orgasm, when the rhythm of 'the neighbor's' fucking paused and he gasped and grunted, pulling my arse against him pulsing his load into me. 'Don't stop !' I wailed. He pulled out. 'Sorry' he said again. 'All change' said Pete wriggling from under me and laying me on my back on the carpet. 'Sloppy seconds for me'. His dick slipped in easily and he immediately set up a steady rhythmic assault. Just what the doctor ordered. I wrapped my stocking'd legs round his back and ground my crotch into his. Given I'd paid his meat plenty of attention with my mouth he had no problems keeping going and those teasing early tremors began again. Pete began to kiss me.We tongue tango'ed, and he played with my nipples alternately sucking each one. Suddenly I was on the edge of cumming. That point where you seem to need to hold the same position, same pace, same pressure or everything will disappear. He got it just right and I spasmed into a climax, shuddering under him as he slowly continued to push and pull his cock in and out of me. I lay there. He rolled off. I realized he hadn't come. 'Don't you want to finish ' I queried. He gave a dirty laugh and said 'I want to know the result of the taste test'. Recovering, I got to my knees, a bit disorientated, not sure which direction anything was. A hand touched my face lifting my chin.My mouth brushed a hard cock, it was Pete's, slippy with what I knew was a combination of 'the neighbors' spunk and my own juices. Opening my mouth wide to accept it, I wrapped my lips round it concentrating on providing a cosy envelope for his knob. Pete held my head with both hands and fucked my face. A hand caressed my left breast, while another slipped between my legs and began frigging my clit. My anonymous lover was getting amorous again.His naked body warm against my back, his penis hard and nudging between my bum cheeks. The hand moved from breast to waist, pulling me back onto his cock. With a little help from his fingers it slid comfortably back into my cunt and he started a gentle slow fucking. Not sure how long this lasted, it was a bit of a blur, before my face is held firmly in Pete's groin and he pulses his stuff into my mouth. A couple of minutes later 'the neighbor' groaned and with a couple of jerky thrusts pulled out. Not sure whether he spunked or not. Pretty impressive if he did. There seemed to be an unspoken understanding that this particular episode, was at an end. A brief low murmured conversation between my two unseen lovers. A kiss on the forehead and a whispered ' great to meet you, thanks for a great time' from 'the neighbor'. From Pete 'Well who's got the tastiest jiz? I responded 'Its like trying to compare wines, you're a Merlot he's a Riocca, I like them both.' I heard the front door close. 'He's gone' said Pete, untying the blindfold, 'What did you think, did you have a good time?'. 'Brilliant, the blindfold was a good idea. How about your neighbor?' 'Loved it, loved you, never shagged a woman with a body like yours, said he thought you were a model, couldn't get over you eating his spunk.' I think I blushed at this but felt pleased as well. Pete and I began to gather our clothes and get dressed. He had to leave for work shortly. We shared a quick drink, a quick kiss and a grope and I'm out of the door. 'Fancy doing it again? Pete ventured cheekily. 'Why not?' I answered getting into the car. On the way home, I'm on a high. Can't believe I've had sex with two guys, neither of them my husband. Going through Cutnall Green I pass two young men trying for a lift outside the The Chequers pub. Perhaps half a mile had gone, when I decided in an instance, to offer them a lift with the intention of having sex with them. My heart was pounding as I looked for somewhere to turn round, and devise a way to make it happen. Just saying ' I've just fucked two strangers, and now I'm hot for more' might be the truth but conceivably might shock , and scare off a lot of men. I needed a back story. As the car approached the Chequers, I could see they were still waiting. I resolved to tell them I was on a revenge mission. My husband had been cheating and I wanted to get back at him etc. Pulling up on the car park of the next pub in order to change direction again,I took a couple of minutes to prepare. Undid some buttons on the skirt so the stocking tops showed and did a similar job on the blouse to give a clear view of whats on offer. Just as well I'd paid a visit to the bathroom before leaving I thought. A minge already matted with spunk isn't everyone's cup of tea. 'Here goes' and I eased the car back onto the road. The light was dropping now it must have been ten ish. As I reached the Chequers, they were no where to be seen. Had they got a lift? I drove on slowly hoping they had decided to walk. All the way home I held to the possibility that I would come across someone , anyone who I could satisfy this itch. Sorry if this is a disappointing end it certainly was for me. In the end my husband was the lucky recipient of all this frustration, as I blew his mind with my confession then rode him to exhaustion when I got home.