For some years, my husband has encouraged me to flirt with other men while we are out together. He asks me to wear provocative clothes, he says he finds it a big turn-on when other men find me attractive, which he regards as a compliment to him. I do enjoy the attention from other men but, for a long time, I treated it as just a bit of fun which would never get any further than that. I’m going to call myself Joanna, married to Neil (also not his real name) for over 20 years, we are both late-40’s, with twin girls, who went off to university a couple of years ago. I am 5’ 7” tall with brown hair and I carry a bit more weight than I really ought to, curves in all the right places as Neil puts it. I have large DD boobs, which lots of men seem to find attractive. The first time I was unfaithful to my husband was with his best mate Pete, who had split with his girlfriend a few months before. Neil had been encouraging me to flirt with Pete, as he said Pete was sex-starved, so I gave him a quick flash of my cleavage or my thighs whenever we saw him, which Neil said Pete found very sexy. One Saturday afternoon when Neil had gone off to watch the local football team playing, Pete knocked on our door, he said he had forgotten Neil would be going to the football, but I invited him in for a cuppa. As I moved round the kitchen putting on the kettle and getting the mugs out of the cupboard, I could sense Pete’s eyes following me as he sat on the stool at the breakfast bar. When I turned to face him, he suddenly looked embarrassed and apologised that he had been admiring my bum. The years of flirting with other men just took over, I walked over to him and said “well maybe you ought to have a feel then”. Pete is not a guy I would have gone for if I had been young, free and single, but he was there and he obviously fancied me, so I kissed him on the lips. His hands were round my bum in an instant, he pulled me to him and kissed me back, which made me feel very horny. I know lots of men like my large boobs and this was clearly his target, he pulled my T shirt over my head and immediately undid my bra. He mauled my ample tits and, when he started to suck my nipples, my body came alive. When he started trying to get his hands down the front of my jeans, I said “it’s time to take this upstairs” and we rushed upstairs to our bedroom, Pete discarding his clothing as soon as we got there. I’m not sure why I chose the main bedroom, when I thought about it afterwards, it felt like the ultimate betrayal of my husband, but that was always where I had sex. Pete said he found it very sexy when I slowly slid my jeans and panties to the floor, giving him a full view of my trimmed pussy. We climbed onto the bed side by side, mauling each other’s bodies, and he started to kiss my nipples which made me start to tingle all over. I slid down the bed and, after licking the end of his rapidly growing cock, I engulfed it in my mouth. I had been licking his cock for some time and, when I looked up into his face, I saw that Pete was smiling but he was not looking at me. I turned to see Neil standing in the doorway, with a big smile on his face. He said something about me being a naughty girl and started to walk towards the bed, stripping off his clothes. All of a sudden, we were three-in-a-bed, with two men mauling my ample tits. Neil said he wanted to see me sucking Pete’s cock again, but it was only when Neil knelt up behind me I realised they wanted to spit-roast me. Don’t get me wrong, having sex with two men was very nice, but it would have been even nicer if one of them had taken the trouble to give me a really good orgasm as part of the foreplay. After 20 years of marriage, I can only remember having a handful of orgasms and none of them had sent me off into a different world. I thought this time would be different, but both Neil and Pete seemed to be more concerned with satisfying their own lust. Neil told me afterwards that the football match had been abandoned following a fracas on the pitch. Funny, because I read in the local paper during the following week that the local team had won and there was no mention of a fracas on the pitch. I then realised that Neil had set it all up with his mate. We had another couple of threesomes with Pete during the following few months and they both fucked me vigorously, but without taking the trouble to give me a good orgasm first. Eventually, Pete found himself a new girlfriend so he started to lose interest in me. Being fucked by two men, one after the other, was most enjoyable but it started me thinking that I wanted a man who could give me a real orgasm, something that would blow my socks off. It felt slightly strange at my age to be drawing up a bucket list, with a mind-blowing orgasm at the top of it, but that is what my husband’s subterfuge had ignited in me. Without telling Neil, I decided to join an internet dating site, I wanted to look around and see whether there were any nice men out there who wanted to show a lady a good time. For the first week, I was inundated with messages from single (and married) men who wanted to come round and give me a good seeing to, in front of my husband if I wanted. Sorting out the wood from the trees proved to be a very long process, but I eventually got chatting to a married guy called James (at least that is what he called himself), who lives over 250 miles away, but was working in our area on a 12 month contract. He was 41 years of age, with a couple of kids, he said he missed his family and wanted some company. He sounded very genuine, so I decided to meet him at a pub in town for a drink. Needless to say, I told my husband I was going out for a drink with the girls. He turned out to be pretty much as I had imagined him during our internet chat, about 5’ 10” tall, slightly taller than me, and I found him quite attractive. Conversation flowed easily, he told me he was working locally for 12 months and only got to go home once a month, so he missed his family and wanted some female company. We moved closer together so we could talk confidentially, and I rubbed his knee to show my willingness for physical contact. He leaned forward to kiss me gently on the lips, then said “shall we go back to my hotel”. I found it amazing that the conversation had danced around pleasantries, when what we both wanted was sex. As we walked back to his Travel Lodge, he said he realised we would have to use condoms and he had come prepared. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that, following complications when our twins were born, I had a hysterectomy, so I would willingly have fucked him bareback but I suppose there is the issue of STIs to be considered. When we walked through reception, I wondered what the staff would think of us, but I don’t think they even noticed us. As soon as the lift doors closed, we were locked in a passionate embrace, and I could feel his growing manhood pressing against my tummy. When we got into the room, he asked if we could undress each other …… slowly. We then spent about 10 minutes, slowly removing each other’s clothes one at a time, which I found so erotic, as we continued to kiss each other along the way, stroking the bits we had uncovered as we went. When he slipped by panties down, he paused kneeling on the floor in front of me to kiss my pubic mound, which sent a shockwave through my groin and I felt the first stirring of a real orgasm. By the time I slipped his pants to the floor and saw his manhood for the first time, I was feeling so aroused and I wanted him inside me. I wanted to envelope his cock in my mouth, but he stopped me saying he wanted to go down on me first. He led me to the bed and positioned me in the middle before climbing on at the end between my feet. He kissed my pubic mound again and then licked the whole length of his tongue across my clit, very slowly, which made me gasp “oh yes!” I was well on my way to my first real orgasm, and he wanted to continue stimulating me orally. He slipped two fingers inside me while he sucked my clit between his lips, he thrust his tongue between my labia and fucked me with his tongue which seemed to be massive. I was totally lost in my orgasm, I think I was giving him lots of ‘verbal’ but wave after wave of pleasure was sweeping through my body which masked any other sensation I might be feeling. Eventually, James allowed me to calm down a bit, I was happy for him to continue making me cum, but he knelt up between my legs and said “I think you’re ready to fuck, you’re very wet”. I said “oh yes, please fuck me, make me cum again like that”. He picked up a condom from the bedside table and I just found it so erotic as he tore open the packet and rolled it onto his very stiff cock, the anticipation of him sliding into me was maintaining my state of arousal. We fucked, not for as long as I would have liked, but he made me orgasm again, and it was truly awesome. Afterwards, he apologised that he had not been able to hold back for as long as he would have liked, because he had not had sex with his wife for several weeks. I said hopefully he would do better the next time, and he smiled, saying he was pleased I wanted there to be a next time. He said that, next time, maybe I would like to try some different positions and I said “that sounds interesting”. When I got home, it was nearly mid-night and Neil was making comments about how late I was. I decided to go for broke, I told him I had found a boyfriend who could give me a real fucking, so he was a cuckold now. I told him I was too sore for him to fuck me tonight, so he would have to wait a few days before he could fuck me. As I was saying this, I started to think I had made a big mistake and there would be an almighty row, but Neil seemed to accept his new role meekly. I started to write this tale before I had met James, but I decided to stick with the title I gave it when I started, although I am definitely fulfilled now. I met James twice more, and he treated me to his cock in various different positions …… doggy, bent over the arm of a chair, my legs over his shoulders, standing up in the shower. Each time, he gave me a good seeing to orally, which gave me the most wonderful orgasm, and he never questioned that he would use a condom. Sadly, James’s period working in our area came to an end, but I will have many happy memories of him making me feel truly fulfilled. Neil has adopted his new role as a cuckold very easily, and he does his best to make me orgasm, but I am always thinking of James as I lay there with Neil’s tongue in my pussy. Maybe I will have to think of finding a new boyfriend.