This is to update and continue my story - for the first 4 episodes (March 1012) readers may wish to remind themselves of how I met Mark, the hot tub repair man - and turned from a faithful married woman of 44 into a sex slut. At 44, I had been married to Jeff for over twenty years, and been faithful, but somewhat frustrated as Jeff was not able to satisfy me in bed. He has a demanding job, and is often away for a week or more at conferences, etc. When he is home, our sex life had reduced to once a week and only missionary and he merely fucked until he came and rolled off, so I had not enjoyed a climax in months, and instead I had resorted to masturbation to give me some pleasure. My first time with Mark had given me extra confidence in my body - quietly attractive (but no model), I am taller than average and having had two children (now at Uni) I have filled out a little, but am still shapely (average sized tits) and my long legs are my best asset. Sex with Mark had also awakened something inside me, and I now spent lots of time thinking about sex (with Mark not my husband). When I last wrote, it was to tell you how Mark had told me he was moving away, and would not be able to visit me at our secluded and remote home in the country. Mark had proposed to introduce me to his cousin Chris, who he said would be interested in giving me pleasure instead of Mark. After at first being upset and annoyed at Mark for thinking I was up for sex with anyone just because I had let him fuck me, but the prospect of going back to mere masturbation for pleasure had made me agree to meet Chris. So the next time Mark visited me on my own at home, he had brought Chris along; but as they arrived Chris had a call on his mobile from his boss and stayed in Mark's van, while Mark had come into the house, and before long Mark was comfortable in an armchair, and I was kneeling on the floor and had his cock out and sucking on his thick member, while he got my tits out of my skimpy summer dress, pulled my dress up over my bum now exposed and available, and had his fingers prodding my lovehole. The next thing I know is that another cock had invaded my cunt, and I was being spit roasted. Chris had finished his phone call and entered the house (and me) without me knowing. This was not supposed to happen, I had agreed to meet Chris, but I had expected to be the one to decide if I wanted him as a lover. Events however changed all that, and I had discovered that two cocks were a lot better than one. So, we adjourned to the bedroom, and after stripping off, Mark - lying on my bed - had pulled me on to his generously thick member facing away from him, and I watched while Chris - young and slim, with a ten inch but averagely thick cock - mounted me and added his long penis to Mark's inside my sopping pussy. The next fifteen minutes were heaven for me, I had never felt this sort of pleasure, and Mark and Chris seemed such experts at this, sometimes in a rhythm one cock thrusting in while the other withdrew, and then occasionally both thrusting together. My climaxes kept coming, I juddered involuntarily as they fucked me, after some thrusts my cunt loosened and soaking enabled them to penetrate me to the full. Mark was first to empty his load in me, he groaned and I could feel the warmth of his cum filling my pussy. This seemed to make Chris fuck me more urgently and within two minutes I had two mens spunk inside me - oozing out of me. Chris withdrew his long member, and collapsed on the bed beside us. "Well Carole, do you think Chris would be a suitable substitute for me?" Mark enquired. As an answer, I climbed off Mark, and took Chris's cock in my mouth, he was soft but covered in my juices plus both of their cum, and so I cleaned him up, enjoying the taste of the three of us. I walked carefully (my legs together) to the bathroom, anxious not to spill spunk all over the carpets. When I returned from emptying myself, Mark and Chris were comparing notes about the slut they had just fucked. "What a woman, best fuck I've had in months", and "I shall remember this for a long time" and similar comments - I was pleased they thought I was worthy of these tributes. We all went outside to the hot tub and I squeezed between them, it was tight (unlike my cunt) but we all managed to sink into the warm water and relax. I held a cock in each hand, gently pulling on them. Mark was stubbornly soft and I remembered he had confessed to being a one-shot lover, but after a few minutes I could feel Chris's penis grow in my hand until he was semi-erect. Chris began to play with my breasts, my nipples were rock hard and tender to his touch, and my tummy let me know I was still randy. Chris bent forward and began to suck on my right breast, and when he saw this Mark enveloped my left nipple in his mouth. The buzz of having both my tits sucked and nibbled was amazing. Chris was now ready to fuck me once more, and he bent me over the edge of the tub and slid his long member inside me. After five minutes of furious fucking, and a number of mini-climaxes for me, Chris emptied his second load into me. "What time is it?" Mark asked - none of us were wearing a watch, and so I padded into the kitchen and came out dripping water and cum on the small patio, and told them the time. "Sorry Carole, but we have to go", and he climbed out the tub, quickly followed by Chris. I fetched them each a towel, and we all quickly dried ourselves. Before they dressed, I asked them if they would do me a favour. I am a keen photographer, usually taking photos of my lovely garden (I am also a diarist as you may have deduced, and I have written my account here, not only from memory, but with the help of my secret diary), and I wanted some pictures of my two lovers to provide me graphic support when I needed some to pleasure myself. Both agreed, provide they were private and for me only. So I fetched my camera and they posed individually and together - naked and smiling with presentable semi-erections. Mark then offered to take some photos of me and Chris together, which he did, then Chris took the camera and obliged by taking some of Mark and me. I though it would be really nice if we could have some pics of the three of us together, and so I set up my tripod, set the timer and we sat on the three seater sofa, me in the middle with a cock in each hand and a big smile on my face, while my camera took a burst of shots. I would print these on my computer and keep them safe. All too soon they were dressed and on their way, Mark gave me a big goodbye kiss and promised he would try and visit me again, but it might be a couple of months before he could get away. Chris asked if I would like to see him again, and I enthusiastically agreed, asking him to come as soon and as often as he could. Chris and I exchanged mobile numbers, and they were gone, leaving me naked and still dripping cum, but very happy. The next week or so passed very slowly, and I found myself masterbating whenever I had the chance - even in the middle of the night - leaving Jeff snoring in bed, I would creep along to the sitting room and - gazing at the photos of the three of us - rubbed my slit wishing I have two cocks to play with, until I came. Chris had asked me not to phone or text him, as he was also married, but that he would text me to let me know if and when he could visit, and I could then reply to say if it was OK for me. More to come........