In my late teens and twenties I was no angel. I went out with loads of guys, some more serious than others, almost getting engaged twice along the way. If I met a guy I fancied I'd invariably let him fuck me. Sometimes if I hadn't had sex for a week or two, was feeling particularly horny, just wanted a quick shag, I'd go out, pick up a guy and we'd fuck wherever we happened to be. I was fucked, skirt around my waist, or jeans around my ankles, up against walls, bent over bins, in bus shelters. Several times I had sex in parks, pub beer gardens, a roundabout on a main road to name but a few. I'm sure that on occasions I was watched by passers by. One fuck sticks in my mind, a bench on the sea front at a holiday resort on the south coast on a Bank Holiday in view of people passing. Wearing a full skirt, without knickers, hid the fact that I wasn't just sitting on the guys lap but riding his cock. Fucking in public, in broad daylight, was a real turn on, even though I'm fairly certain few, if anybody, realised what I was doing. Imagining I wasn't wearing the skirt and they could actually see me being fucked gave me a buzz. In my imagination was as far as I went. In 2000 when I was thirty, I married and settled down. He was far more introverted than me, didn't know about my past, in another part of the country, before we met. The sex was nothing earth shattering, but OK. I wouldn't say it was strictly bedroom only, but except for two occasions, always within the house or hotel room on holiday. The two exceptions were when I persuaded him to fuck me outdoors, once in a field, the other time in some woods. Both times he was so uncomfortable, fearing someone would see, that he had difficulty getting and staying hard. The marriage ended in 2015. I was seeing someone else, also married. We'd been discrete, shagging in my car out in the country and outdoors in a secluded spot, next to an old railway, at least half a mile from the nearest road. A moments carelessness, when my husband found a pair of my spunk stained knickers that I dropped taking to the washing machine, was my undoing. He paid someone to follow me and a couple of weeks later confronted me with photographs. The first were innocuous, me and the guy outside a cafe and in the street just talking. I began to assert that there was nothing going on, until he produced several more photos. Although obviously taken with a powerful lens, from a good distance away, there was no denying who it was. High definition pictures of me on a grassy bank, beside the disused railway kissing the guy, holding and sucking his cock and being fucked, legs wrapped around him, his cock clearly in my pussy. My initial shock, quickly turned to anger, that he'd had me followed, then accusations that if he'd spent as much time and effort on our relationship as he did on his business it wouldn't have happened. It didn't make any difference we both knew the marriage was over. When I told the guy what had happened, asked him to leave his wife, he dropped me like a hot potato. It took me a while to sort things out, but by last year I was back on my feet. I had been out with a few guys and had sex with some of them, none of them particularly memorable. You'll no doubt have calculated that I was forty six years old last year. Although I've got a nice size 10/12 figure and think I look younger than my age, I was flattered when I was chatted up by Kyle a fit guy 12 years my junior. I don't know why but we just hit it off and that was before I saw the size of his cock. About eight inches of hard, hot throbbing man-meat. The largest I'd ever had and as a bonus, thicker too. Just what I needed. I practically came as soon as he slid his cock into my pussy the first time he fucked me. After that I looked forward to him fucking me. I couldn't get enough of his cock, because of the certainty he'd make me orgasm, before he came. It was two or three weeks after we first had sex. We were in bed, he'd just fucked me and I was telling him about some of the things I'd done in the past, which I mentioned at the beginning of this story. It was when I told him about the buzz I got imagining been naked in public and watched having sex that his ears really pricked up. He told me there was a beach on the coast about an hours drive away, which he'd visited a few times, where people went to sunbathe nude and sometimes had sex in the dunes with people watching. He suggested we could go there if I was interested. “To watch others or be watched fucking?” I enquired. “Both if you want” he replied. “Tell me more” I asked, unable to conceal my excitement. What he told me was more than enough to whet my appetite. Not so much with watching but being watched certainly. He didn't really elaborate why he'd gone and I let that drop when we agreed to go the next fine weekend. I became an avid and mostly disappointed watcher of weather forecasts. However, that time wasn't entirely wasted. I was inquisitive, he told me a bit more, made suggestions, sounding me out, though he was less than forthcoming about how he knew so much. By the time we went I'd agreed that I was willing to do more than just be watched having sex with him, should the opportunity arise. It was almost a month before warm weather coincided with a weekend. It was warm, but cloudy first thing, but forecast to be sunny later in the afternoon. I showered, shaved my pussy. While I dried my hair he packed a bag with towels, sun cream, drinks and fleeces just in case it was cool. It was late morning, but he insisted we wait for the post. Around lunchtime a small package dropped through the letterbox and he gave it to me to open. A bikini he had ordered online. The top was to small to even cover my nipples let alone attempt to contain my 36dd tits. I put it to one side and stepped into the string bottoms. The tear drop front, a sort of curved inverted triangle with the widest part (I use that term loosely) between my legs, barely covering my gash, narrowing to a ring at the top, did little to conceal my shaven mound. The thin string between buttocks left my bum completely uncovered. A pair of strappy, wedge sandals made my slightly chubby legs look longer and shapelier as well as lifting my bum, making my buttocks seem rounder and firmer. I modelled the string for him, parading around the bedroom in front of the mirror. I've got the fuller body you'd expect of a woman in her forties, but my curves are all in the right place. My reasonably firm, plump tits, swayed as I wiggled my bum, suggestively passing between him, sitting on the bed, and the bedroom window. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jim, the guy next door, out in his garden looking up at me. Instinctively I covered my tits with my arms and hid behind the curtain. A bit ridiculous, considering what we were planning later. From Kyle's reaction it was obvious he'd known Jim was there. Laughing, he opened the window, grabbed my wrist, told me to give the old boy a treat and pulled me in front of the window. Jim's a widower in his early sixties, friendly and chatty whenever I spoke to him. Kyle called down that I was modelling my new bikini and would he like to see it. Grinning broadly he said he would. On the way downstairs I argued that the beach was one thing, but the garden? He responded that because of the layout at the top of the Close, provided I kept to the bottom two thirds of the garden only Jim would see me. We reached the kitchen. Through the window I could see Jim looking over the low fence and that Kyle was correct about the garden. “I''ll just go outside the door” I told Kyle, opening it before I changed my mind. I stepped out. Smiled at Jim, whose eyes were practically out on stalks. “Walk towards him” Kyle urged, hand firmly on my bum. I was half way to him, a third of the way down the garden when he finally found his voice “It doesn't leave much to the imagination” he commented. “I can guess what you're imagining” I replied flirtily. He licked his lips, the look in his eye of a guy who was thinking about sex. “I'd probably be arrested if I told you” he joked I was feeling excited but surprisingly calm, stopping about four or five feet from him. “Arrested for what? I thought you'd just want to fuck me” I quipped. “If only” he said “If only” looking at my tits, then longingly at my cunt. Actually he was quite fit and attractive for his age. Partly to tease Kyle, but mainly because I was beginning to get turned on, I moved closer and asked if he wanted to touch my tits. He squeezed then, stroked my erect nipples with his soft hands. I thought about what he'd said, leant closer and told him, loudly enough for Kyle to hear, “Don't discount your chances of fucking me. A threesome would be fun if you're interested” He looked surprised. For a moment I thought I'd gone to far, then he smiled and said to let him know when. We spent several more minutes outside, chatting and letting Jim admire me from all sides. Before we went in, just to leave him in no doubt that I'd meant what I said, I stood with my back to the fence, let him cup my tits, then took his hand, placed it on my pussy, invited him to have a feel, and told him I was looking forward to him fucking me. “Slut! Did you mean it about him fucking you?” asked Kyle once we were indoors. “Why not? He's a nice bloke. I like him and he probably hasn't had a shag since his wife died” I replied. Upstairs I put a short cheesecloth dress over the string. Thin and a slightly see-thru, but adequate for the drive. Some how he omitted to tell me he didn't want to get to the beach to early and were stopping for lunch at a pub. Sat outside I wasn't paying much attention to what he was doing, besides noticing him sending and receiving some texts. I was to busy enjoying the attention my tits were getting, when I realised my dress was transparent each time the sun came out from behind the few remaining clouds. He knew where to go, not the main car park on the beach a mile or two away, where most went, but a lay-by with room for about 10 cars, further on. By the time we arrived the clouds were gone, the sun shining, six or seven cars parked. I was bent over, getting our bag out of the boot, when an ice cream van pulled in behind. Aware that the back of my dress was high enough to expose my bum, I started to straighten, until Kyle stopped me, pulled the dress higher making sure the driver got a good eyeful of my bare bum before letting me stand. He gave me money to buy ice cream, then as I turned told me to take off my dress. I was getting the tingly feelings I remembered from when I was naughty in my teens and twenties. I raised my eyebrows, gave him a wink, pulled my dress over my head, dropped it with the bag and sauntered over to the ice cream van, about 10 yards distance. A car passed, they didn't appear to notice me. The guy was hanging out of the serving hatch watching me walk up to the van practically naked. Addressing my tits he asked what I would like. I took my time studying the price list. “I fancy something long and hard” I said suggestively, pausing before pointing at a Callipo type lolly, and asking for “A 69. Sorry, I meant 99” for Kyle. He did the 99 first, handed it to me. While he was delving in the freezer for my lolly, I dabbed the 99 on my nipple. He turned to find me holding my tit lifting it to my mouth, licking the ice cream from a very hard nipple. I licked my nipple clean, gave it a long suck before asking how much I owed. He gave them to me for nothing. We ate them by the car before picking up our things to walk to the beach. I took my dress but didn't wear it, enjoying the sun on my body and the freedom of being outdoors almost nude. We climbed over a stile into a deserted field and followed the public footpath to the dunes behind the beach. We were almost at the dunes before we saw anybody and they were in the distance. Just before we entered the dunes I glanced back and caught a glimpse of people near the stile, to far away to be sure but they looked like they were probably men. As we wound our way through the dunes I asked if he thought there'd be anyone there. He seemed confident that there would be people about. We didn't see a soul, though it was possible there were people hidden close by in the dunes. We walked all the way to the beach, stopped at the top. The main beach a mile or so looked quite busy. Nearer, but still some distance away there were a few people walking dogs. Of more interest were three guys kicking a football about 100 yards away near the waters edge. Kyle took my arm and we strolled parallel to them following the line of the dunes. They stopped to watch. Kyle told me to take off my thong. I slipped it off, bent to pick it up. When I stood, about 75 yards in front of us, I saw three guys come out of the dunes, maybe the ones I'd seen near the stile. They were close enough to see I was naked but didn't notice us immediately. They shouted to the guys down the beach, before they turned to see what they were pointing at. Kyle steered me back into the dunes. “I bet they won't be able to resist following” he predicted. We hadn't gone far before we were laying down the towels, in a depression in the sand. Almost totally enclosed by the dunes it seemed ideal. I lay on my back naked, Kyle was still wearing his shorts and t-shirt. He poured sun-cream onto my tits. I began smoothing it in, paying particular attention to my large hard nips. He trickled some on to my abdomen, leaving a trail of cream to just above my mound. I rubbed it in. “You're being watched. Open your legs” he quietly told me as he dripped sun cream onto my shaven pussy. I felt the cool liquid running between my legs as he took my hand and told me to masturbate. I tentatively touched my clitoris, then slid a couple of fingers into my hole. Walking around naked in a public place had got me more aroused than I realised. My cunt was wet with my sex juices. I shivered with excitement as I lightly stroked my clit. I began dipping two then three fingers into my hole. I lay masturbating for two or three minutes, getting more aroused. I reached out with my other hand searching for Kyle's cock, murmuring that I wanted him to fuck me while they watched. He pushed my hand away. “Shall I tell them to come closer?” he asked. I nodded, to agitated to speak. He called then over. “Hi Kyle. How you doing mate” one of them said as they approached. “You devious bastard” I hissed, not angrily, but with a smile, realising he'd set everything up. My fingering faltered for a few seconds but I continued to masturbate as six guys walked towards me and stood in a semi circle, looking down at me. Six pairs of eyes, filled with lust, watching me, wanting to fuck me. I looked from one to the other, appraising them. Not to decide which of them I'd let fuck me. But which of them I wanted first. They were all fit and attractive enough and I wanted them all. I guessed the youngest was in his mid twenties, the eldest ten years older. I realised that at forty six, I was old enough to be the mother of some of them. They didn't seem bothered and neither was I. The prospect of being fucked by six virile young studs was seriously horny. I decided that if I was going to behave like a Slut, I should act like a Slut. Quickly recovering my composure I got on to my knees. Kneeling in front of them I told them I wanted to see their cocks. While they got them out I could see Kyle looking at me approvingly. None of them were shy about displaying what they'd got or wanking in front of everyone. None were small, just average six inches or so, with the exception of one whose cock was a more impressive eight, probably closer to nine, inches when he was erect. I decided that he could fuck me last, for the practical reason that if he had me first he might stretch my cunt and reduce my sensitivity when the others had me. Besides that I reasoned that the anticipation of being fucked by him would increase my pleasure when the other five took me. I licked my lips greedily, bit my lip, wondering where to start. That moment of indecision was resolved by one, and then a second stepping closer, offering me their cocks to suck. I reached for them, wrapped my fingers around their shafts. I savoured the electrifying moment of holding a cock in each hand. I knelt up, shuffled my legs further apart when a third guy approached, crouched on one side, slightly behind me and began to stroke my bum before moving his hand between my buttocks. He touched my bum hole. I shivered as his fingers circled my anus, then continued their journey, slipping into my wet hole, exploring my cunt. I began rocking on his fingers, almost forgetting the two guys I was holding, until one touched my head, turned it towards his cock and asked me to suck it. I took it between my lips and began to suck him, while wanking the other, with the distraction of the third guy fingering me. With three guys, all doing different things, it was far more difficult to concentrate than I would ever have imagined. If I thought to much about one thing, I forgot about one of the others. After a few minutes I started to get the hang of it, alternating between sucking and wanking two and just letting the guy fingering me get on with it, until he decided to fuck me. I stopped fellating them while he positioned me on all fours, entered me and began to fuck me. I waited for him get into a steady rhythm before I resumed sucking cock. I didn't orgasm, but just being such a slut was compensation. The guy was ramming me enthusiastically, just as fervently I was sucking one of the cocks, missed the warning signs, and he came in my mouth. Swallow or spit? I gulped it down seconds before I felt the guy fucking me jerking his cock, ejaculating inside my cunt. I didn't have time to savour the moment for long, before the second guy I'd been blowing, was behind me, sliding his cock into me as soon as the first pulled out and moved out of his way. He began fucking me with long slow strokes, leaning onto me to reach under and play with my tits and clit. I took another cock in my mouth, adjusting my to and fro movements, sucking in time with the guy fucking me. This time I was fucked much better and with his fingers teasing my clitoris I climaxed, before the guy shot his load in my pussy and the one I was gobbling had a chance to cum. One cock out, one cock in. The guy moved from my head to my pussy, shoved his cock in, fucked me like there was no tomorrow and came in less than a minute. I could feel spunk pouring from my cunt, running down my legs as I changed positions. Still on my knees, arse up, head on the ground, between my arms getting more comfortable. I looked to see who was going to have me next, realised the guy with the large cock was intending to take me. I quickly asked him to wait and fuck me last. He shrugged and the fifth guy slid his prick into my spunk sodden cunt. I could hear my pussy slurping and squelching, feel more spunk leaking out, dripping onto the sand. Balancing on one arm I wriggled the other underneath me, between my legs, began rubbing my swollen clitoris. I stroked it gently at first, but as I became more aroused I frigged myself harder and faster until I came. I was still catching my breath when he dumped his seed inside me. The last guy, stood patiently waiting, stroking his gorgeous erection while I recovered. Gazing at his cock hungrily I was soon ready for him. Kyle had taken some video segments of me fucking and sucking, but probably not much showing me with a cock in my pussy. I told him what I wanted, asked the guy to lie on the towel and straddled him in the reverse cowgirl position. Kyle sat between our feet, holding his phone, videoing me as I held the cock steady and lowered myself until the bulbous knob was parting my pussy lips, opening my cunt. I held that position, bouncing a little, until his knob was inside me. Eager to see for myself, I leant forward and watched his cock enter me as I lowered myself onto it. Wet with my juices, slick with spunk, his cock slipped inside me inch by inch. I pressed my abdomen, felt his cock moving inside me as he penetrated me and I took his full length. Though a bit longer than Kyle's and deeper inside my cunt, Kyle's is thicker and on balance I prefer the extra girth to the extra length. Not that I'm complaining of course. I lifted myself up and began to ride him, grinding my smooth pussy against his pubes and pubic bone every few strokes. He sat up. Holding my shoulders he pulled me back until he could reach my tits. He squeezed and caressed them, pulled, pinched and rolled by hard, tingling nipples. I rode him faster. He thrust into me, our bodies slapping together as the sex got wilder. Once again I reached for my clitoris and began frigging it. I could feel an orgasm was imminent, the muscles in my pussy fluttering, rippling along his shaft, I felt myself flush, warmth centred on my cunt radiating out in waves. I frigged my clitoris furiously demanded that he fuck me hard and give me his spunk. I felt his cock pulsing, pumping his spunk so deep inside me, it probably splattered my cervix. I screamed I was cumming. My cunt muscles spasmed, milking his cock of every drop of his creamy virile semen until I collapsed on top of him. Dreamily I lay there, with his slowly deflating cock inside me, until it slipped out, followed by a gush of spunk when Kyle took my hand and helped me to my feet. I suppose I should have been ashamed, not only because I'd just had sex with six guys I'd never met before, but also because it wasn't until after they'd fucked me that I learnt their names. I felt no guilt, embarrassment or regret. My main emotions were elation and exhilaration and a sort of euphoria I'd never had after sex. I had no hesitation in letting three of them fuck me again, followed by Kyle who wanted my sloppy, well fucked cunt, before we departed. It was an absolutely awesome first experience of outdoor sex with more than one guy which I couldn't wait to repeat. We went out a few more times over the summer. I was usually lucky enough to attract at least one guy to fuck me if nothing had been prearranged. I adored meeting and being fucked by numerous guys, ten, though only four had been invited by Kyle, one glorious late summers evening. However, there is a downside to my love of outdoor sex. The weather in the UK is so unreliable even in summer and I do like to be warm and comfortable. We've decided to go on holiday to either Cap d' Agde or Maspalomas, perhaps in June or September. We are leaning towards Agde but advice on which is best for sex and when is the best time to go, would be gratefully received. I've just had a thought before I finish. I kept my promise to Jim, Kyle's neighbour. He's fucked me several times. He's got a nice cock, and is well able to satisfy me. He stays hard for ages, and invariably fucks me to orgasm two or three times before he cums. I think it was the second time we had sex, a threesome, that he told us that he and his wife were into swapping and threesomes until well into there fifties. A bit of a surprise.