We've enjoyed the responses we've had from John's accounts of what we've been up to, now John wants me to tell my side of the story. I had known John for quite a while before he got up the courage to ask me out and by the second date l knew he was the man for me. Right from the start he was always very attentive and passionate and we did a lot of heavy petting before we were married. I was a virgin and wanted to stay that way until l was married, John respected that but it didn't stop us from having fun, we would often drive to secluded places where kissing would progress to me being stripped to the waist and him with his cock out. As time went on, oral sex became a regular thing, l loved the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth and when he went down on me, he gave me the most powerful orgasms. Eating my pussy, as he called it, has always been his speciality, he knows all my sensitive spots and takes his time to bring me up to the point of orgasm and hold me there till l feel like l can't hold the pressure any longer. When l orgasm like that John says l squirt like a fountain and he loves to take it all in his mouth and drink it. Likewise, l soon got used to him cumming in my mouth and after a couple of ugly attempts at spitting it out, decided to swallow and found l loved the taste. This sex was a big part of our courtship and we both agreed that it would play a big part in our marriage, John took my virginity on our wedding night and it was beautiful, he made me cum twice with his fingers and mouth until l was begging him to put his cock inside me. When he did he was so gentle l didn't even feel the barrier break and came almost immediately, quickly followed by another as l felt him explode his juice inside me. John has always had a complex about the size of his cock, l had seen a couple before we started dating, boys who thought feeling my tits and getting me to wank them was a good night out. No matter how many times l reassure him it has always played on his mind. In fact, when he is soft he is very small but when he is hard l have measured it as seven inches and thick enough that l can't closed my fingers around it and that certainly compares well with the few l had seen before we met. Like wise l have always had a problem with my tits, l have been a size 12 for as long as l can remember, my boobs have always been 34B, l call them my fried eggs, they have never lost their shape and after a few years of marriage l often went bra less. My nipples though are very big and sensitive even now, they stand out like bottle corks when l'm aroused. I know John loves big tits and when implants became available l asked him many times if he wanted me to make mine bigger but he doesn't like fake tits and he assured me from the start that the size of my tits wouldn't stop him from loving me. We have been very happily married now for over forty years and until the recent events that John has recounted, l have never had sex with another man. Over the years we have done just about everything sexually that two people can do together, our attitude has always been to try it first then decide if we want to do it again. We used to buy magazines and read the letters and stories to give us ideas and in recent years have used the internet. Things we have tried include bondage, spanking, whipping, outdoor sex, in fact just about everything. Sometimes I am the one who gets punished and sometimes the other way round. We have quite a selection of toys and equipment, l love having my nipples abused and we have a selection of nipple clamps, some that allow John to hang ornaments from my tits, stretching my nipples as he taps them with a cane mmmmmmmmmm. We first read about anal sex years ago and in fact l was the one who suggested we try it. It took us a couple of attempts to get it right but l found the orgasms to be totally different and it soon became a regular practice. John's fixation with the size of his cock has led us to buying a selection of dildos and vibrators, some of them quite large and whilst l enjoy it when he fucks me with them l still tell him that the feel of his cock inside me is still better. A few years ago we bought a big black strap on and John will often wear that and fuck me in either my cunt or my bum. Then one day he was fucking my bum with it when l suggested l should do it to him. I should explain that we used to live in Dorset and regularly used Studland beach which is a naturist beach and it wasn't long before we became naturists ourselves and have enjoyed it both here and abroad. We will often comment to each other about the size of some cock or pair of tits, if we see a very big cock John will ask me if l fancy that up my bum or l'll ask him if he fancies fucking some huge pair of swinging tits. There is no doubt that naturism is a sexual activity and whilst we have never indulged with anyone else, we have over the years observed many a blow job or fucking and l have been fascinated watching men fucking each other. That brings me back to the suggestion that l would fuck John with the strap-on, as l've said, our attitude has always been to try things so it didn't take him long to agree to trying it. We have a good supply of lubricating jelly and l used plenty which helped me get inside him fairly easily, then as l started fucking him, l felt for his cock and it was rock hard and l wanked him as l fucked him, l found it tremendously exciting to feel l had such power over him and when he came l caught his spunk in my hand then fed it to him, making him lick it off my fingers. He must have tasted his own cum many times as he would often eat my pussy after he had fucked me but this seemed so utterly decadent that l was on the point of cumming myself and as l withdrew from him and he dived between my legs, his mouth working on me, l came like Niagara, pumping my juices into him. Since then it has become another of our regular activities. Very early in our marriage we discovered that l could not have children, l had a complication with my womb which required surgery so that ended that idea. John has always been a trucker and especially when on continental runs can be away for long periods, l have been a PA to various executives in the banking world which has involved quite a bit of travel. So the idea of adoption never really was a sensible option. The times we spent apart just meant that the sex was more intense and wild once we got together, l had to put up with a few feeble attempts at seduction when l was away on business but l was never tempted, however l always had a sneaky feeling that John may have strayed, he has always been very highly sexed and l couldn't imagine him making do with a wank when he could be away for up to two weeks. A couple of times l almost got round to asking him, l wasn't really sure how l felt about it, l have always been confident that he loves me and l love him so l decided perhaps it was best not to ask. Fantasy has always played a big part in our sex life and John has always talked about me being fucked by different men, usually more than one and with gigantic cocks that fuck me into oblivion. While we both enjoy talking about it and talking dirty has also been our thing from the start, l have always been satisfied with John, l know, even now, that no-one can give me the powerful orgasms that he gives me, as you know, l have recently moved into that world of being fucked by other men and l do have orgasms but still the ones l have with John are far more powerful and deep. I first discovered the truth about what John got up to a few years ago, we were watching TV, a drama about a truck driver and he was approached by a prostitute. I asked John if that had ever happened to him and l immediately knew he was hiding something. Eventually l got him to admit that he had paid for a blow job or a wank but that he had never fucked anyone else but me. I wasn't sure how l felt at first, l didn't feel cheated as deep down l had come to expect that he couldn't go that length of time without some kind of release, in a strange way l was excited by it and it actually led to a great sex session with me pretending to be a prostitute begging him to fuck me because l wanted the extra money. From then on, l told John he could carry on as long as he told me all about it and in fact it didn't take long before l told him he could fuck them as long as he used condoms, l didn't want the risk of infection. This was how our marriage worked, we drifted along like this into middle age and beyond, John still trying to persuade me to try other men, he said it was only fair as he was fucking other women, but l was quite happy with the attention he gave me and the excitement of his stories. In recent years l suppose our sex has diminished, l just felt that once l had gone through my fifties l couldn't expect to be sexually attractive anymore. Luckily my body really hasn't changed much, my tits may be small but they have kept their shape, my pussy has been shaved since before we were married and despite all the use it's had it is still quite neat, my labia do protrude slightly and my clit is rather large, but then again, John has spent so much time sucking it that it was always bound to get bigger. John had told me about the rise in what is called dogging, and that there were often couples doing it where trucks were parked up for the night. He told me that at the start he would often wank over some woman's tits, sometimes her face, then after a while some women were giving blow jobs and then eventually the full fucking started to catch on. John told me that by then he was often fucking some woman and some even up their bum hole. I love him so much l was just pleased he was still getting the sex he needed as l feet l was getting too old. He tried hard to tell me he still found me sexually attractive and that l could easily pass for a woman many years younger, then one evening we were watching porn and John found a site concentrating on dogging. Most of the women were young and l suspected a lot of it was set up, but then there were some more natural clips and some of the women were getting on a bit, their bodies showing their age, but they were getting plenty of cock. This played on my mind for a while, especially as John kept telling me how much l would enjoy being fucked but a string of total strangers. Then, l suppose something clicked and l decided l did want to try it before l really was too old. John was thrilled at the idea and soon arranged to take me to a truck stop he knew, l can't really explain how l felt as we were travelling there, excited yes, scared yes, and when he told the attendant that l was his wife and he was bringing me to be fucked l nearly died, even though l could feel my juices flowing in my pussy. To be honest the evening is still a bit of a haze, it seemed to be over in no time, l know l sucked cocks, l know some fucked me but somehow l felt as if l was floating above it watching. I didn't really feel the excitement until after, when John had taken me home and made love to me. The next day it all came back to me and l found myself masturbating like mad as l remembered all those lovely cocks waiting for me, the taste of their cum, the spunk on my face, the feeling as my cunt and bum were used, l felt so sexy and brought myself off a couple of times, even putting a dildo up my bum and another up my cunt as l used a vibrator on my clit, dreaming of men doing that to me. I felt cheated that John had wanted me to do it for so long and l had missed out on so much, l loved him even more for finally convincing me to do it, but now l wanted more, much more. Until, of course l found out that Stu had been watching us. But l will carry on with that next time.