I probably married to young at 18, I'd only had sex with one other man before I met Will. He got me pregnant and we married before the baby was born. Two kids in quick succession kept me busy and sex infrequent, though not knowing any better I thought it satisfactory. Mind, talking to my friends and listening to the things they claimed to get up to I sometimes wondered, over the years, if I'd missed out. Now 21 years later, kids left home, almost 40 years old I had a yearning to discover if there was more to sex than lying on my back while my husband hurriedly pushed his cock in and out a few times then came. Not that I orgasmed. That only happened when I was masturbating. I tried talking to him, suggesting that we could try and spice things up now the kids had left home, but he didn't appear interested or even seem to listen. I now think he was to up tight, couldn't accept there was a problem and was unwilling to talk about it. An affair was a possibility but I discounted that idea, fearing more of the same just with another guy. For some reason I found the idea of casual sex with different men exciting. Having no commitment was attractive, just fuck, leave and pick up another guy next time. I turned to a friend for help and advice. Erica and I have been friends for years,she's about 3 years younger than me and I knew she'd had affairs, claimed to be into Swinging, had hinted I might join them for a threesome once or twice a few years ago. She was quite open about picking up guys for sex, with Jeff, her husbands, knowledge and approval. If anyone would know what I should do she would. I tentatively broached the subject of sex one evening over a glass of wine at her house. Once I’d got over my initial embarrassment and she started prising out the most intimate details of my sex life, it all poured out. She asked me questions, looking disbelieving when I told her I'd only had sex with two guys, shocked I had never had an orgasm through penetrative sex, horrified that the only positions I'd tried were missionary and very rarely doggy and amazed that I'd never sucked a guys cock. By the time I'd finished telling her everything I was sobbing, mainly through frustration. Once she'd sympathetically calmed me down she asked if there was anything in particular, a fantasy perhaps, that would turn me on. I waffled a bit then plucked up the courage and told her I found the idea of having casual sex, maybe with complete strangers, arousing and exciting. She grinned and said there was some hope for me and promised to help me. She suggested I return on Saturday evening, we'd talk some more, and take it from there. “Tell Will you're staying the night” she called as I was getting in the car. Staying the night at friends wasn't unusual and Will just shrugged when I told him. I'd talked on the phone to Erica earlier and she'd made clear that she had every intention of trying to get me to go all the way and have sex with a guy. It was with some trepidation I turned up at Erica's about seven in the evening, wearing my usual jeans and baggy jumper. Jeff was just leaving to go to the pub and would be back later, so I guessed it was him who would fuck me if things got that far. She fetched us both a glass of wine, suggested going upstairs to let her see my figure and try on some of her things, taking the bottle with us. “We'll give you a makeover and see what Jeff thinks when he comes home” she said cheerfully, leading the way into their bedroom. Jeans and jumper off I stood in my plain white bra and knickers. Trying and failing not to laugh, she told me to take them off. With my back to her I unfastened and removed my bra, then hesitantly pushed my knickers down and stepped out of them. My wine was next to me, I picked it up, gulped it down, then with face burning bright red I turned, standing in front of her naked. I'm about 5 feet 7” tall and slim. She looked me up and down.“You've got a great body, your legs are fantastic. I'm quite jealous. You should be flaunting it not hiding it. How big are your tits?” She asked. I told her “Thirty six double D” crossing my arms to hide them. By then her gaze had moved down to my pussy. She stared, lost for words for once, then shook her head. She drank some of her wine, refilled my glass, I gratefully drank most of it. She took another look at my thick bush, “Do you ever trim it?” “No. Not much point” I replied. “You mean your old man's been down on you through that jungle?” she asked. I looked away from her and admitted that no one had ever gone down on me. “Well for starters that'll have to go. All of it. Come on. In the bathroom” she ordered. Feeling like a naughty girl and light headed from the wine, I followed her into the en suite and sat on the loo seat. There was a large corner shower unit, big enough for at least two people, one corner shaped to sit on. She turned the shower on, adjusting the sprays and told me to get in. There were several sprays, one pulsing a jet of water, which alarmingly kept hitting my pussy. Before I could say anything she was undressing and climbing in with me. I couldn't help looking at her naked body, more curvaceous than mine, tits larger and heavier, round and firm, swaying as she moved, water running down them dripping off her large dark nipples. My gaze moved down to between her legs, her mons smoothly shaven, the top of her cleft visible. She smiled, took my hand and rubbed it against my hairy pussy for several seconds. She moved it from my pussy and placed it on hers. I tried to pull my hand away. She held it firmly against her pussy telling me to feel how smooth it was and deny that it wasn't nicer than my out of control forest. “Feel it properly” she invited, moving my hand lower. OMG, I could feel the top of her cleft and her clit under my fingertips. I couldn't stop her moving my hand further. She parted her legs and with her hand on top of mine pressed my fingers into her sex and began to move them back and fore. I think it only lasted 30 seconds, perhaps a bit longer, before she stopped, said “Enough of that you naughty girl” as if it was me who'd been misbehaving. Disturbingly, I realised that after the initial shock, I'd been moving my fingers voluntarily, fingering her pussy, her hand had only been resting lightly on top of mine. She turned the shower down, poured shower gel on her hand and began soaping me. She did my back first, including my bum. She soaped my legs, her hand slipping between my thighs, making me jump when I felt the side of her hand, moving against my pussy. She stood, still behind me, her nipples brushing my skin, then her tits rubbing against my slippery back, she washed my shoulders then reached around for my boobs, her tits squashed against my back. I felt her hands fondling my breasts, fingers teasing my soapy nipples until they were hard. She squeezed more gel on to her hand, rubbing it onto my tummy, then lower until her fingers touched my thick pubes. “More gel to soften them” she told me, pouring more on her hand rubbing it into my mound. Her fingers touched the top of my slit, I shivered, “Relax. Open your legs. I need to soap everywhere” she told me. I parted my legs a little, I felt her fingers touch my pussy, her hand forcing my legs wider apart as she soaped between my legs, her fingers delving expertly into my love hole. My knees felt weak, I shivered, moaned involuntarily, sighing almost contentedly at the feel of her fingers exploring my sex. Suddenly she stopped, turned up the shower, washed all the soap off my body and sat me in the seat shaped corner. She turned the shower off, from the shelf above she handed me a can of shaving foam and a razor to hold, then knelt down in front of me holding a pair of scissors. “Ready?” she asked. I nodded, trying to stay calm as she put her hands on my knees, spread my legs as wide as she could, displaying my most intimate parts. I watched her snipping away and bit by bit she trimmed my pubic triangle as she could before carefully trimming the mass of hair from around my hole and beyond as far as my anus. She asked if wanted to shave myself or if I wanted her to do it. I told her I trusted her more than I trusted myself to do it. I handed her the razor, sprayed lady foam on my pussy and spread a thick lather over the remaining pubes. Using the fingers of one hand to hold the skin taut Erica began to shave me, drawing the razor over my mound, removing the hair, until only a narrow strip of ginger pubes remained. I watched as she placed the razor just above the top of my slit and slowly drew the razor upwards, repeating it twice, leaving my mound completely hairless and smooth. She rinsed the blade again, shaving around my anus to my slit. “Keep still now. I don't want to cut your Cunt” she told me. Until then I'd always considered “Cunt”, a disgusting word to describe a womans vagina. Rather than disgust, I felt excitement, relishing the moment. I could feel her fingers inside me, gripping my labia, stretching them, the razor gliding over my skin as she shaved either side of my fuck hole. I tried to deny it to myself, but I was becoming aroused. My nipples hard, her fingers slipping as my juices began to flow and more tellingly the sensation of my pussy tingling, responding to her touch. I rested my head against the tiled wall behind me, closed my eyes, attempting to control my emotions and conceal what was happening. A waste of time, Erica knew exactly what she was doing and the effect it was having on me. My breathing quickened, I couldn't prevent a moan of sheer pleasure escaping when I felt her thumb rubbing my clitoris as she finished shaving me. I heard her put the razor down. She left her fingers inside me, her thumb still rubbing my clit. I felt her move, turn on the shower, pick up the spray head and wash the remaining foam from my pussy. She turned it off, took my hand placed it on my pussy to feel how soft and smooth I now was. My fingers touched her thumb, she moved it out of the way, her fingers still moving in and out of my pussy, allowing me to stroke my clitoris, feel the hard, aroused bud. She slid her fingers from my hole. I opened my eyes, watching as she raised her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers. “Mmmm. You taste good” she sighed. She dipped her fingers back into my Cunt, pushing all four in and out several times, before putting them in her mouth, sucking my sex juices off. Our eyes locked, I'd never felt so aroused as she bent forward and kissed me on the mouth. I rubbed my clit faster, moaned, my lips parting, tasting my pussy juices, her tongue worming its way into my mouth finding mine. I responded, kissing her, our tongues entwined, one of her hands finding my breast, cupping it, rolling the hard nipple between her finger and thumb. She broke the kiss. Looked deeply into my eyes. “Do you want me to go down on you?” she softly asked. “Yes” I sighed, closing my eyes and resting my head back against the wall. She kissed me on the lips,I felt her tongue tracing a wet line to my neck, kissing and nibbling just below my ear. I resumed caressing my clitoris, opened my legs wider. She moved on, licking and kissing my shoulder, then down to my tits. She planted little kisses on my right breast, found the nipple, ran her tongue around it, then took it between her lips sucking, nibbling, gently tugging it with her teeth. I breathed in sharply, my sexual excitement building rapidly. She moved to my left breast, repeating what she'd done, both my nipples sticking out almost painfully hard. She licked down my navel, poked her tongue in my belly button, continuing down, leaving a wet saliva trail from my tits to my pussy. It felt relaxing, almost hypnotic, without prompting I moved my hand out of the way, giving her access to my clitoris and my Cunt. I glanced down, slid further towards her, spread my legs wide, willingly offering my Cunt to her mouth. She smiled up at me, then lowered her head. Her tongue started flicking my clitoris. Flick, flick, flick, each time a shudder passed through me. She started to suck my clit, I couldn't help moving, rubbing my pussy against her mouth. She continued a little longer then stopped and looked up, her face smeared with my juices. “Do you like that?” she grinned “Yes. Don't stop” I gasped, pushing her head back down between my legs. She ran her tongue along my pouting gash, at the same time moving her hands from my inner thigh, sliding her fingers into my sodden pussy, pulling my hole open. I felt her tongue wriggling into my Cunt, licking from one end to the other, flicking and sucking my clit each time she reached the top. I started moaning. Repeating over and over. “Don't stop. Don't stop. Please don't stop” I shuddered, as if an electric shock had passed through me. Erica stopped tonguing my Cunt and concentrated on my clitoris, finger fucking my hole with what felt like four fingers. Her flicking tongue, sucking lips, sent me over the top, “Oh my God. I'M CUMMING. DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!” I screamed, writhing, clamping her head between my thighs as she brought me to the most incredible orgasm I'd every experienced. She waited until I was still before, sliding up my body, our tits pressed against each other and french kissed me deeply, giving me another taste of my own Cunt juices. After that I need another shower. I washed her this time, caressing her tits, feeling her Cunt, rubbing my naked body against hers. Daringly, when I crouched down in front of her to spray the soap off her pussy I gave it a quick kiss and lick. I might have gone further had she not told me we needed to dry so I could try some things on. Wrapped in a towel I followed her in to the bedroom, she poured the last of the wine into my glass and went to fetch a fresh bottle. I was feeling rather mellow and relaxed already. I'd enjoyed what we'd done and felt more confident about sex already. I slipped the towel off and was standing in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection, touching my pussy, pleased with my new look, delighted with how smooth it felt. Erica caught me and teasingly told me to stop playing with myself. “There'll be plenty of time for that later if you want to wank” She stood behind me, hand lightly touching my shoulder. “You're wasted on Will. You have a beautiful body. Your legs are fantastic, tits firm. Your Cunt is tight. Guys will be queueing up to fuck you if that's what you want. If you want to stop say so now, but I think you'll regret it if you don't see it through” she advised. Any remaining thoughts of backing out evaporated, I agreed with her, I would regret it, if having got this far, I didn't continue. “I want to do it. Find out what I’ve missed. Are you going to allow Jeff to fuck me?” I blurted. She gave me a knowing smile, said I'd have to wait and see, held up her mobile, took a photo and appeared to press send. She showed me the picture, full frontal, legs parted, my fingers touching my pussy, looking as if I was masturbating. She refused to say if she'd sent it to Jeff. I was feeling horny, eager to carry on before I changed my mind. Of course I felt nervous, but I was relishing the challenge of attempting to abandon some more of my inhibitions and experiencing the freedom of unrestrained sex and exploring my sexual identity. While I dried my hair she started fetching things for me to try on. She had a separate wardrobe, one side containing leather wear including what she told me was her bondage kit, whips, canes, chains with cuffs etc. The other side containing what she called her “party clothes” which she wore when they were Swinging or if she was out looking for a guy to pick up and fuck her. All of it very revealing, short skirts and dresses, some in mesh or sheer material, tops which were either cut to reveal a lot of flesh or completely see-through. Many were one size, stretch spandex type materials, which would cling to the body. This is the side she selected things from, holding them up in front of herself to show me. My hair dried, a bit of make up applied, bright red lipstick I'd borrowed I was ready to dress. Three dresses I wanted to try on, were on the bed. She handed me a bag and told me it was a little gift to get me started. I opened it and took out the contents. A penis shaped vibrator about 9 inches long made out of a soft flexible material, a tiny black micromesh G-String and a pair of black lace topped, hold up stockings. I'd never owned, let a lone used a vibrator. I held it up admiring it, turned it on, changing the speeds. I'd only held it against my pussy for a few seconds before Erica told me I could try it properly later, it was time to dress. Pouting, I rubbed it against my clitty for a few more seconds before reluctantly switching it off and putting it down on the bed. I rolled the stockings on to my legs and put on the string. We take the same shoe size, and she fetched a pair with 5 inch heels. I slipped them on and stood. Looking at myself in the mirror, my legs looked longer and shapelier in the heels. The string hid next to nothing, just a small triangle of mesh not even covering half of my smoothly shaven mound, the string between my legs pulled into my gash. I felt sexier already, posing in front of the mirror, raising my arms, my tits lifting, nipples poking out hard. I tried on each of the dresses, they were all very revealing, one slashed to the waist at the front hardly covering my tits. The other was sheer and you could see absolutely everything. The third was very short, just covering my stocking tops, low cut back, slashed almost to my bum and deep V-neck front, which displayed my tits without leaving them completely exposed, that's the one I chose. Whilst I’d been choosing, Erica had been busy texting Jeff whilst dressing, her tits exposed in a cupless basque, which cinched her waist, red fishnet stockings, shoes with heels higher than the ones she loaned me. She picked up the matching string then decided she wouldn't wear it, suggesting with a filthy grin that I take mine off too. Why not I thought, it wasn't exactly hiding much, pulling it down my legs and stepping out of it and kicking it away. We were ready, I sat on the bed, finished another glass of wine and had just refilled it when we heard the front door shutting, Jeff calling to say he was back and the murmur of other male voices. She called that we'd be down shortly. I looked towards Erica enquiringly. She told me to finish my wine, sat next to me her hand soothingly stroking my thigh, her fingers brushing my pussy. She spoke quietly, mostly about guys fucking me finally commenting, after about five minutes, how wet I was getting and asked if I was ready. I nodded, smiled nervously. “Come on. Jeff's brought a couple of our friends. You'll like them” she told me with a saucy wink. “Unless you want to back out. Last chance” she challenged. Trying to look more confident than I felt I told her to lead the way. “Don't forget this” she picked up the vibrator handing to me. I followed her down the stairs, at the bottom I could hear voices more clearly, recognised Jeff talking, laughter and another guys voice. The double doors into the lounge were open, Erica stopped before we reached them, turned towards me, “Just remember do as I say, try to relax you'll enjoy it. I promise once you get over your initial nerves you won't want to stop and you'll be craving more. Good sex is very addictive” she warned, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. Stepping back she adjusted my dress, opening the front revealing my tits more, pulling the hem above my stocking tops. Putting her arm around my waist, I could feel her pulling my dress higher as she guided me along the hall towards the lounge. I saw my reflection in a full length mirror, still clutching the vibrator, and confirming what I thought, the dress was now well above the top of my thighs, my Cunt virtually as exposed as hers. It was probably her confidence, in entering the room with her tits and pussy exposed which gave me the courage to continue through the door where I was confronted by Jeff and four other guys all naked. Three of them stroking their cocks, already sporting impressive erections. I stopped in surprise at what the other two were doing. So much for Jeff and a couple of guys I thought as I felt Erica tugging my arm, leading me into the centre of the room. This has turned into a lengthy and quite possibly to detailed introduction. It's not what I intended when I started, but it seemed to me the only way the story made sense. I'll continue in a few days if you wish me too.