We had quite varied sex lives, and tried lots of things, outdoor sex, bondage, experimented with S&M. Although not all the time, Steve liked submissive sex, me dominating him, tying him to the bed, sitting on his face, grinding my cunt on his mouth, slapping his cock, squeezing his balls. Nothing to heavy, but he got a thrill out of it and I found I enjoyed playing the Dom. When he asked if we could try Anal sex, I wasn't keen but told him that if I could fuck his arse with a strap on first, he could fuck my bum. I thought that would deter him and was quite surprised when he ordered a strap on. I put it on feeling a bit foolish, lubed it up before fucking his arse. He certainly enjoyed it and so did I when I found I could make the base of the dildo rest against my clit and cum when I fucked him. I made him suck my plastic cock each time before fucking him up the arse, while he tossed himself off. I'd never seen him cum so hard, huge amounts of spunk. When I finally let him arse fuck me I discovered it wasn't as unpleasant as I expected, particularly if I had a vibrator or dildo in my pussy when I could pretend I was being DP'd, one of my fantasies. It was just the two of us having fun, and outside my fantasy I'd never considered actually having anyone else join in. You probably only need to read a handful of stories on here to reach the conclusion that husbands wanting to see another man fuck their wife are not exactly uncommon. I found that Steve was one of these on holiday last year. We noticed a couple about our age. Fascinated by what they appeared to be doing we looked out for them each night. Every night, they'd chat to guys and at the end of the evening disappear with one or two in tow. We came to the conclusion after a few days that they were taking them to their room for sex. Well, that got us talking, Steve admitting he'd long fantasised seeing another man fuck me. A day or two later he asked if I fancied finding a guy to join us for a threesome. I was tempted, said I would think about it, not categorically ruling it out. I even got as far as describing the sort of guy I'd like to have sex with, ideally younger, tall, and fit. That's as far as it went. He mentioned having a threesome or him watching me being fucked a few times after the holiday, but I was still non-committal, but warming to the idea, deciding I might do it but in my own time, specifically warning him not to pressure me. Last December we attended a New Year dinner and dance, sharing a table with a dozen other people. We both had quite a lot to drink so it was just as well we'd booked a room for the night. Steve doesn't like dancing which I love. Fortunately despite being in my mid forties I got plenty of invites to go on the dance floor, many of them from younger guys. I have a decent figure 34c – 24 – 34, largely from sensible eating and keep fit and probably look younger than my age. One guy had several dances with me, aged about 23 or 24, nice looking, slim and about a 6 footer. Really fitting the description I'd had in mind on holiday. I was wearing a mid thigh length, backless halter neck dress, no bra, a little pair of panties, hold up stockings, a pair of shoes with a four inch heel. Thin straps across the back of the dress kept everything decent, but even so, there was a fair amount of side boob visible. I gave up trying to keep his hands off my bum after the third or fourth dance. Steve watched from the bar, made no comment about the wandering hands and chatted to Jon when I went to the loo between dances. There were a couple of slow dances, when he held me close, I moved away when I felt his cock, stiffening against me the first time. The second dance, the lights were lowered. He had a full on erection. I'd had a few drinks, responded by rubbing myself against him, becoming aroused as he gripped my bum, holding me close. The dance finished, Jon excused himself and went to the Gents. Steve took the opportunity to ask if I fancied Jon. I said that I found him attractive, the opening he needed to suggest that I let him fuck me. I knew he meant a threesome, I was more inclined to get Jon alone and have sex with him, but said I might invite him to our room, which I can only assume he took as a Yes. Jon returned, I went to the loo again, leaving him talking to my husband at the bar. I locked myself in a cubicle, lowered my panties, my very damp panties, my pussy juices soaking the gusset. I had a quick feel, fingers slipping in to my hole. I sat on the loo, my fingers resting on my clit, stroking it lightly while I pee'd. I finished peeing, but continued rubbing my clit, a bit harder and faster, thinking about Jon, imagining he was fucking me. I was so horny I came, biting my lip to stop myself crying out. My pussy was wetter than ever, I took my panties off, put them in my bag, tidied myself before rejoining the guys, feeling randier than ever. Another dance started, Jon led me off to dance, the lights dimmed. His hands on my bum, roving over my buttocks. “You've taken your knickers off” he grinned. I gave him a sexy smile and nodded, rubbing myself against his cock again. Murmuring that his cock pressing into me had made me so wet my panties had been soaked and that I'd taken them off after masturbating in the loo. I couldn't have made it any more obvious what I wanted. He manoeuvred me towards some curtains, and we slipped through them, into a dark corridor. He was behind me, hand on my waist, kissing my neck, just below my ear, which always turns me on. His hands moved, slipping inside my dress, onto my tummy, then gliding up towards my breasts. He gripped the front of the dress, stretching the material, pulling both sides to the centre, exposing my naked tits. He nuzzled my neck, rolling my hard nipples, between finger and thumb. Not the only things hard, his cock felt fully erect again pressing into my bum. One of his hands moved down, touching my pussy momentarily before pulling the hem of my dress up to my hips. He ran his fingers over my smooth mound, brushing my clitoris, touching the top of my gash. I moaned, moved my legs apart slightly, felt his fingers slide into my hole. He said something about how wet I was. I moved my hand on top of his, pressing it against my cunt. He spoke again, asking if I wanted to fuck. “Yes. Where. Have you got a room?” I answered urgently. He moved his hand from my pussy, got a key from his pocket, held it up and told me Steve had said I wanted to go to bed with him and given him our room key. I realised what Steve was planning, almost refused, but the fact was, I was feeling horny as hell, did want Jon to fuck me and didn't want to cut off my nose to spite my face. I hesitated for a moment then decided I would teach Steve a lesson for being so presumptuous, (even though he was right). I pulled the hem of my dress down, popped my tits back in, took Jon’s arm told him to lead the way. We passed Steve at the bar, he gave me a wink, I gave him the finger, though he didn't realise why. Passing through reception, I noticed my reflection in a mirror, realised why people were looking, in my rush, my right breast was uncovered, and stocking tops visible. The lift arrived at that moment so I left my tit out giggling as the door closed. We started kissing passionately, until we reached our floor. We moved apart as the door opened, Jon had undone my halter top, which slipped from around my neck, hanging loose. Topless we hurried down the corridor, one surprised couple got a good look at my tits as they came out of their room. Jon opened the door, I went in first, unzipping my dress at the same time. It fell to the floor, I kicked it away, standing naked except for my stockings. Jon was fiddling with the door, explained that Steve had said to leave it on the latch. “I don't think so” I said and went over, locked the door, kissed him, unbuttoning his shirt, pushing him towards the bed. Kissing and licking my way south, I practically ripped his shirt off, undoing his trousers, pulling them and his boxers down. His cock sprang out, larger than I'd imagined, 8 maybe 9 inches. Much longer than Steve's and much thicker too. I knelt next to him, stroking his prick, while he struggled to get his clothes off. I bent for a closer look, unable to close my fingers around it's girth, began to lick it while he, reached between my legs and began to finger my cunt. I'd just taken him in my mouth, sucking the helmet when I heard Steve trying to open the door. I ignored it, sucking more of Jon's cock into my mouth. The door rattled, Steve knocked on it, not too loud, I ignored him again. A louder knock and a loud whisper asking to be let in. I stopped sucking, “Go away, I'm sucking Jon's cock. I'll send you a text after he's fucked me” I called. He asked again, rattled the door, “Fuck off, Steve” I called, bending over sucking Jon's cock again. I heard Steve give the door one more try then it went quiet. I sucked his cock, only managing to take about a third of his length, even that filled my mouth, my lips tight on his shaft. It felt as if he had all his fingers in my cunt, rubbing my clit with the web between finger and thumb. I could feel that lovely tingly sensation I get as an orgasm builds. I wanted to cum on his cock, stopped sucking his prick and straddled him. Back to him, looking down between my legs, I held his pole steady and lowered myself onto his magnificent cock. I'd been on heat for hours, my hole drenched in sex juice after masturbating in the loo and the four finger, finger fuck he'd been giving me. My pussy must have been gaping, his helmet, slid between my lips, my fuck hole opening wider, stretching, easily accepting the unfamiliar thickness. He entered me, my fingers, resting on my clit, his shaft brushing my fingertips when he raisied his bum, his cock sliding inside me in one fluid movement. I sat up, kneeling with about half his length inside me, frigging my clit as he began to fuck me. He'd been fucking me for about 5 minutes when Steve knocked on the door again. I was close to cumming, carried on bouncing on Jon's cock. I started to moan I was cumming, hoping that Steve could hear. I heard something, a key turning in the lock. The door opened, Steve entered, the man from reception looking over his shoulder getting a good look at me fucking, and an excellent view of Jon's cock in my pussy. “Shut the door unless you want to invite the whole hotel to watch” I snapped at Steve. He shut the door on the receptionist, and started to undress. I bounced harder on Jon's cock, he thrust into me, both of us panting, fucking enthusiastically. I felt my cunt muscles spasm, heat spreading from my pussy, my body flushing pink, nipples harden as I climaxed. Jon continued fucking me for another minute then I felt his cock pulse inside me as he ejaculated, giving me three or four heavy spurts of his creamy spunk. I hadn't expected Steve to get in and watch, still wanted to punish him. He was naked, stroking his cock expectantly. After Jon's super sized cock I didn't want my husband to fuck me. I doubted if I'd even feel his 5 ½ inch prick anyway. I had an idea. Climbed off Jon’s cock, lay back on the bed, spread my legs and told him he could clean me, lick all Jon's spunk from my cunt then have a wank. I really expected him to refuse, instead he practically dived between my legs, buried his face in my pussy and spent the next ten minutes, happily licking, sucking and lapping Jon's spunk from my hole. He did such a an excellent job I came again and as a reward let him wank over my tits. I wanted Jon's cock again as soon as possible, sucked and stroked him until he was hard again, and he fucked me doggy while my husband watched. I slept with Jon, Steve had to make do with the sofa, listening while Jon fucked me again in the early hours and watch when he fucked me in the morning. Steve only has himself to blame for trying to trick me. I insisted that Jon come home with us and I spent a second night with him fucking me. Steve watched and I sat on his face while he cleaned me which he enjoyed. I told him he could spend the night in the spare room after he'd cleaned my pussy for the third time. He complained at first when Jon slept with me most nights and I had to let him fuck me occasionally. He soon accepted his new duties and more. We had a spare room, it seemed a shame to waste it. As Jon spent so much time with me, he gave up his flat, moved in, in February. He of course shares my bed and Steve has the spare room where he can listen to us fucking. He likes to watch me being fucked but like a good Cuck has to beg for permission now. He is always eager to clean my pussy afterwards. Things have moved on rapidly in the last couple of months. I've been fucked by several guys since, friends of Jon's and casual pick-ups. That and Steve's continuing training is a story for another day if you want it.