Now and again there are stories about naughty Mothers in Law on here which some seem to like reading. Of late I've been a very naughty M in L and I thought some of you might like my story. I've been separated for two years, after my husband discovered that one of my colleagues was shagging me. Sex with my husband was boring, unsatisfactory and irregular. The guy he found out about was just the latest of a string of guys who'd fucked me, without his knowledge, in the three years since I'd turned forty. It started when a much younger guy hit on me. I was flattered, attracted to him, excited by the risk of elicit sex. Within a couple of hours, I'd dropped my knickers, spread my legs and he was fucking me. Not only that, over the following month or so he shared me with several of his mates. It was as if some sort of barrier had been lifted, a hidden side of me released. My inhibitions gone, I couldn't get enough cock. Whenever my husband was away, and sometimes when he wasn't, I'd go out picking up men for casual sex. I realised I was being a Slut when I had sex with four different guys in three days. Seducing guys, some less than half my age was a bit of an ego trip I suppose. Proving to myself that I was still attractive to men. In the end I made a careless mistake and literally, got caught with my panties down. Unattached, that gave me free rein. With my daughter married, I had the house to myself. I didn't want a regular boyfriend, preferring to pick up a different guy, usually in their twenties, most weekends. I rarely went home alone. My firm 40E tits, usually braless and a dress or top with a plunging neckline, attracted guys like bees round a honeypot. On occasions when I've been feeling particularly horny I've taken two guys home. Once, just before last Christmas, I took three home. It was a memorably wild night of sex with me being triple penetrated. I like anal sex, but taking a cock in my arse, one in my pussy while sucking the third was particularly wicked. As you've probably gathered, I'm not looking for a relationship, just hard, ideally large, young cocks. I take them home, fuck them as many times as they can manage, then discard them in the morning. For want of a better description I'd become a 45 year old Slut, having a wonderful time. Come the New Year I was looking forward to another twelve months with loads of cock, anticipating making double and triple penetration a regular part of my sexual repertoire. That is until Steve, my daughters husband, lost his job. They couldn't afford the rent and bills and I had to take them in to live with me. That put an end to my fun. A steady boyfriend, my own age wouldn't have raised any comment, but picking up different guys, some half my age and taking them home for sex would have been difficult To make matters worse I'd hear Steve and Tanya having sex. I'd no idea what he was doing to her but whatever it was her orgasms were long and loud. I'd bury my head under the pillow to block out the sound. Sometimes I'd switch on my laptop and look at pictures or put on earphones and masturbate while watching videos clips of me being fucked, taken by some of the guys I'd been with. My favourite was one taken on my phone when the three guys fucked me. It was a bit shaky, but very explicit with them passing the phone around, videoing themselves fucking me, with some sequences clearly showing a cock in my arse and another in my cunt. In the morning Tanya would give me a sheepish grin and say she hoped they hadn't kept me awake. My look and raised eyebrows would elicit an “Oops, Sorry. I can't help it. I'll try and keep quiet next time” Wonderful I thought, as if I'm not frustrated enough, hoping Steve would soon get a job and thet'd get a place of their own. It couldn't happen soon enough. Since they'd been staying the only opportunities I'd had for some serious sex was when they spent the odd weekend at his parents. I made the most of those three weekends and had to make do with the occasional shag in my car. I kept my personal laptop in my bedroom. I'd had it when I was married, never bothered with passwords and it never really crossed my mind to add one, either when my husband moved out or when Tanya and Steve moved in. Why would I, no one had any reason to go in my room. They'd been there about 3 months when I began to suspect Steve was going in my bedroom while Tanya and I were at work. A crease in the duvet as if someone had been sitting on the bed, something slightly out of place on the bedside cabinet. When I checked the drawers I had the feeling that someone had gone through my bras and panties. In the next drawer, I kept my stockings, suspenders and basques. Underneath them were my dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and the anal/vaginal double penetrator, I'd recently bought to try and replicate the pleasure of being DP'd. They too appeared to have been removed and replaced. I was indignant that Steve had been going through my underwear and seen my collection of sex toys. My first reaction was to confront him, but I couldn't prove anything and decided to try and catch him in the act. On the following Monday, I deliberately left innocuous things in the drawers, like hair clips which would move if disturbed. Everything was as I'd left it that evening and the following three, probably because, Tanya had been off for two days, he'd had job interviews on the other. Thursday I checked, things had moved. The next day Tanya was working a late shift starting at 2pm. I'd normally be home at five so I guessed if he was going in my room he'd do it almost as soon as he returned from dropping her off. I was owed some flexi time and took the afternoon off. Still incensed, I had no clear idea what I'd do if I caught him, though in my more rash schemes he'd be fortunate if he still had a pair of balls. I parked close by, sat in the bus shelter near the corner, saw them pass in the car and Steve return about 30 minutes later and go in the house. I hurried down the access road which leads to a block of garages. From there I could see the back of the house and my bedroom window. After about 5 minutes I saw him at my window, closing the curtains. I gave him about 10 minutes then quietly let myself in through the back door, slipped off my shoes and crept up the stairs. I inched along the landing, avoiding the floorboard that creaked, until I was almost outside my bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. I moved closer until I could see through the gap between the hinges and the door frame. Steve was sitting on my bed, his back to me, completely naked. I couldn't see or tell what he was doing, until I heard my own voice, telling some guy that I wanted his cock in my arse. I realised he was on my laptop at the same moment as he turned around and I was about to slam the door open. I stopped in my tracks as he turned, swung his legs onto the bed, holding his erect cock. It was probably the longest, 11” or 12” easily, and possibly the thickest I'd ever seen. No wonder Tanya came so noisily. Rooted to the spot I watched. He placed the laptop on the cabinet next to the bed, a video of me sucking a cock while being fucked, playing. He picked up something from the top of the cabinet and lay back. I saw what he'd picked up. The black lace panties I'd been wearing the previous day which he must have taken from the wash basket. He turned them inside out and raised them. Holding them close to his nose, sniffing my cunt odour from the gusset he began to wank. I was mesmerised. I heard his voice, strained to hear. Thought he'd seen me when I heard my name, then realised he was talking to himself. “Heather, you dirty, fucking whore. Go on. Take it up your shitter. You fucking Slut” he commented as he watched. He clicked on another video. “You lucky, lucky bastards. Heather you filthy bitch. I bet you wish you could have some of this” he told the screen, waving his hard cock at it. He wasn't wrong there. I think I'll be a tease. Stop here. See how this part is received and continue soon if enough seem interested. Hope you like it so far. Heather xxx