I've been married to Rose for twenty five years. We have two children who've both left home, the youngest four years ago when she went to uni. Up until then sex was something that happened in the bedroom, or occasionally one of the other rooms if we had the house to ourselves. I'd have liked more sex and for her to be a bit more adventurous. Different positions and rarely oral sex was the norm. I tried several times to persuade her to have sex outdoors, but was rebuffed. “Someone might see” she claimed. Like many men on here I shared the desire to see my wife being fucked by another man but it seemed pointless to even consider asking her. Things started to change after the children moved out. She'd gone through the menopause, relatively early, suffering the usual symptoms, including lack of interest in sex. The only outlet for my frustrations was to watch porn, read the stories on SH and wank. By 2012, aged forty seven, things improved, her sex drive returned and what's more noticeably increased. She put it down to pregnancy no longer being possible. Feeling more relaxed she climaxed quicker, more frequently, intensely and found sex much more satisfying. She started initiating sex and whilst I wouldn't say she was insatiable she was certainly more demanding, wanting sex most days. This coincided with our being able to take our first holiday abroad as a couple for many years with the advantage of travelling outside high season. We booked a cottage with a pool in the south of France for two weeks in early summer 2013. It was out in the country, but it wasn't until we got there that we discovered how isolated and secluded it was. About 5 miles from the nearest village, off a quiet country road, at the end of an unmade drive about 800 yards long, no neighbours, we had only each other for company. The first morning we drove to the nearest town to stock up, having lunch by the pool when we returned. Afterwards I lay on a lounger reading while Rose went to change into her swimsuit. It must have been 30 or 40 minutes before she came back and spoke from behind me. “What do you think?” she asked. I sat up and turned to look. She was standing outside on the patio, completely naked. I could only look in astonishment as she walked towards me, proudly displaying her full womanly body. Her lovely round 38d tits swaying, the swing of her hips drawing my eyes to her pussy. Between her legs, the bush that had been there that morning had disappeared and she was now smoothly shaved. “Well. Like it?” she wanted to know standing in front of me, fingers touching her hairless mound. I told her that she looked amazing, good enough to eat, trying to grab her. Giggling, she wriggled away, dived in the pool, swam a few strokes, before turning over and , floating on her back. Letting her legs slowly part, fully revealing her freshly shaven cunt she called to me to get my shorts off and join her. My cock was erect before I jumped in with her. Within a couple of minutes she had hold of my prick, wanking it keeping me hard. She put her arms around my neck, lifted herself up letting me enter her. She wrapped her legs around me and we fucked, standing in the pool. Later we fucked next to the pool and again in the evening out in the garden as the sun was setting. Other than shopping, a bit of sightseeing and during two visits we'd been warned about from a old guy to check the pool, we spent almost the entire holiday naked. As well as fucking two or three times each day, I watched her masturbating, something she'd always been a bit shy about, and doing some very rude things with the large cucumbers we bought in the market. She became quite blasé about nudity, walking around the extensive meadow garden, daring to stroll down the drive within sight of the road, only turning back when a car slowed. The driver was probably close enough to see she was naked but to far away to see any detail. She was excited at being seen and said if she did it again she might go all the way to the end of the drive. On the last afternoon I left Rose by the pool drinking wine while went to the local town. On my return I was met by her, near the end of the drive. When I say near the end, I don't mean actually on the drive. She'd walked the 800 yards to where it joined the road, and sat on a rock for half an hour, hidden by shrubs, where she could see about half a mile in either direction. When she saw my car she stepped onto the road. I could see her across the open field walking along the road. It wasn't until I was closer and she was about 100 yards from the drive, with nowhere to hide that I was certain that she was completely naked, standing in the middle of the road, feet apart, hand covering her modesty. I slowed, noticed her hand was actually moving, almost running off the narrow road when I realised that she was masturbating. I pulled up when I reached her. She refused to get in the car and walked slowly back to the drive with me following, dividing my attention between my rear view mirror and her sexily wiggling bum. Brave, risky and incredibly horny. It certainly turned her and me on. She stopped in front of the car as soon as we turned onto the drive forcing me to halt. She stood feet apart. One hand between her legs she resumed fingering her pussy, beckoning me out of the car with her other hand. I got out. “Fuck me here” she demanded bending over the bonnet. It was the first time I'd heard her use the “Fuck” word in that context. I had a raging hard on, wasn't going to argue, got my cock out, slid it into her incredibly wet cunt and fucked her, holding back my spunk until she orgasmed. It was only when we got back to the cottage that she told me that two Frenchmen on tractors had stopped at the end of the drive only a few yards from her, chatting until just before I appeared. They hadn't seen her, but being naked so close had excited her and she had sat on the rock masturbating. She'd been so aroused by then she couldn't resist doing what she'd done she explained. “Lucky no one came along the road and caught you or stopped while we were fucking” I commented. “Oh, I don't know” she replied, in a teasing voice, raising her eyebrows, a definite twinkle in her eyes. We were leaving the next morning and I took it as a joke. I was yet to fully appreciate just how much more relaxed and uninhibited she was becoming or how much her desire for sex had increased. The change in her was was stunning, not that I was going to complain. I loved her new more liberated attitude to sex and nudity. After we returned we immediately booked the cottage for the same two weeks in 2014. Over the summer we drove out the country or down to the coast a few times and had sex in fields, woods and beaches. She didn't need any persuading, it was her idea. As far as I'm aware we weren't seen but the chance we might get caught added to the thrill, particularly for Rose. The holiday at the cottage in 2014 was similar to the previous year, naked much of the time, lots of sex. No repeat of the naked walk along the road but she did walk down the drive two or three times and sit naked on the rock near the turn off. The only slight difference until near the end of the holiday was that I videoed her naked and using some of the vibrators and dildos she'd bought over the previous twelve months and brought with her. A couple of times, after we'd been there a few days, she used two vibes, one in her pussy and another, slimmer one in her bum. Very arousing to watch. I didn't find out where she got the idea from till later in the holiday! Although she wouldn't let my cock anywhere near her arse, she openly admitted that she was imagining being DP'd. On the Wednesday before we returned I left her naked by the pool, while I went to refuel the car and buy wine and stuff Rose wanted to take home. She insisted that a hypermarket about 20 miles away was the best place to go. We'd used it before so I told her I'd be about 2 hours. I drove down the drive, turned onto the road, had only gone a hundred yards or so when I met a van. While we squeezed slowly passed each other I glanced at the driver and the side of the van reading the sign. I don't speak much French but one word was vaguely familiar “Piscine” I'd driven about a mile before I remembered that it meant “swimming pool” and that it was the day ours was due to checked. He'd just been leaving after fixing something, when we arrived the previous week. Rose had chatted to him, said he spoke good English but I hadn't taken much notice. I had to continue a fair distance to turn the car around, grabbed my phone rang Rose, no reply, I tried again, it was probably still by the bed. I drove up the bumpy drive about 10 minutes after I'd seen the van. It was parked by the side where I usually parked forcing me to park on the other side of the cottage. I got out of the car and could hear some equipment running, a pump or something. I went into the cottage expecting to find Rose inside. She wasn't downstairs. I walked towards the stairs to call her, only got half way before I could see through the patio doors overlooking the pool. I saw the pool man first. Probably only 19 or 20 years old, wearing a pair of shorts, kneeling at the side of the pool. I moved closer to the closed side of the doors where I knew the reflective glass would conceal me. Rose came into view, walking towards him naked. She stopped only a few feet from him, legs apart, pussy at eye height, quite obviously deliberately exposing her cunt, rubbing sun oil onto her tits, then between her legs, while speaking to him. All thought of revealing my presence were instantly banished. I wanted to see what would happen. While they chatted, I remembered the previous week, going out about the same time. I hadn't seen him arriving and, if I thought about it at all, assumed because he'd been servicing the pool when we got there, he'd not been. Rose certainly hadn't mentioned him. Now I almost certainly knew why. She turned, walked over to the table, picked something up and returned to the lounger on the side of the pool directly opposite me. She adjusted the back to a more upright position. My video camera was on the table behind me. I grabbed it hurried back to the patio doors, starting to video her as she sat on the lounger. She came into focus, her naked tanned body, shiny with oil. She placed her feet on the ground either side, sat back, opening her legs wider, displaying her cunt, almost as tanned as her body. She got comfortable then raised her hand revealing what she'd picked up. One of her favourite phallic vibrators, about 10 inches long, an inch and a half in diameter. The guy carried on working, glancing at her as she pinched her nipples erect. Holding the buzzing vibrator in one hand, cupping her tit in the other, she began to teasing her nipples with the vibrator. It wasn't long before she released her tit, slid her hand down over her stomach to her pussy and started to finger herself. From inside the cottage I could see how wet she already was, her pussy lips parted, cunt gaping in anticipation. While the tip of the vibe circled each nipple she wantonly wanked while the guy watched. She ran the vibrator down to her pussy, began rubbing it against her clit, before sliding it into her cunt and fucking herself with it. Engrossed in her performance I'd almost forgotten about the guy until I heard the machine he was using go quiet and caught a movement from the corner of my eye. He had finished his work and was taking his shorts off. He stepped out of them and turned towards Rose, stroking his cock. Certainly larger than mine, probably about 8 inches. She licked her lips as he walked towards her. As he approached she turned her head, eyes sweeping over his fit, toned muscular young body. He reached her side, she pulled the vibrator from her pussy, switched it off, put it down and took hold of his cock. He stroked her face, touched her lips, pushed two fingers into her mouth and she sucked them. He put his other hand on her tit squeezing it tweaking one hard nipple then the other. He said something. She nodded, he pulled his fingers from her mouth, put his hand on the top of her head. He pressed her head down as she leant forward, pulling his cock closer. Her tongue darted out and licked the tip of cock, just before it touched her lips. I zoomed in on her face a moment before she eagerly opened her mouth, took his knob between her lips and began to suck his cock. My cock was straining to be released. I'd have got it out and wanked but didn't want to risk ruining the video of Rose giving the young French guy head. She'd started sucking my cock again the previous year but not as enthusiastically nor as deeply as she was gobbling him. He stooped a bit, I zoomed out. He reached between her legs, his fingers dipping into her cunt, rubbing her clit, finger fucking her. I could see her moving her hips, taking his fingers deeper, her head bobbing up and down sucking his cock passionately. I was wondering if she was going to let him cum in her mouth, something she'd never allowed me to do. I soon got my answer. He began trying to fuck her mouth, she stopped sucking his cock and I heard her clearly telling him. “Henri. I told you last week. Not in my mouth. I want you to cum in my cunt again. Fuck me now” It was getting better and better. He took her hand pulled her to her feet. She turned, bent over, placed her hands on the lounger and spread her legs for him. I zoomed in, her wet gaping cunt filled the screen. I pulled out a bit, hoping I might get some video of his cock entering her. Unfortunately all I got were a few seconds of him holding his cock, rubbing it up and down her gash, before my view was obstructed when he slid it into her. I reduced the amount of zoom getting them both in frame. Holding her hips he began fucking her. She gripped the lounger firmly, when after a few slow, gentle strokes he began fucking her faster. Each time he pulled out she rocked back when he penetrated her again, her tits swinging beneath her, as their bodies slapped together. I heard her sigh that she loved the feel of his cock so deep inside her, liked what he was doing to her and not to stop. He moved his hands from her hips to her bum, spreading her buttocks, pressing his thumbs against her anus. She looked over her shoulder, looking startled, but instead of stopping him asked him to be gentle. He dribbled saliva on her bum crack and as far as I could tell was slowly working his thumbs into her arse. Each time he drove his cock up her he appeared to prise her anus open more pressing his thumbs further into her arse. From the squeals of “Yes, Yes. That's nice. Push them in more” she was clearly enjoying it. I knew her orgasm was building, her breathing heavier, interspersed with gasps moans and instructions to “Fuck me harder” He started thrusting into her, ramming his cock into her cunt hard. She started to pant, begging him to cum inside her. She screamed she was cumming, her body shuddering. He began jerking his cock inside her “YES! YES! YES! CUM INSIDE ME. CUM IN MY CUNT” she shouted as she climaxed. He thrust into her twice, pumping his spunk into her cunt, then pulling out ejaculating on her bum and back. He moved his hands from her bum, stepped away, giving me a magnificent view of her stretched, well fucked cunt, dripping spunk. She straightened, watching him pull on his shorts, chatting while he packed up his toolsAccompanying him to the gate at the side of the cottage, I heard her talking about next year, how she hoped he'd still be doing the pool, practically promising that she'd swallow his spunk and maybe let him fuck her arse. I watched from the front window, stroking my cock, as she kissed him passionately then walked alongside the van as he drove to the top of the drive. She stood and waved then turned around. She started to walk towards the cottage, then stopped, a look of shock on her face, staring at the back of my car almost hidden the other side of the cottage. I was close enough to see the wetness of her inner thighs, soaked with her juices and Henri's seed. She swung around, a string of spunk dangling from her cunt flew off and splash on the ground. She had her back to me, Henri's cum still running down her spine and bum. I know she'd been deceitful, gone behind my back, but she wasn't to know that I'd longed to see her being fucked by another man. She glanced at the empty car, then hurried to the other side of the cottage, towards the gate. I was able to get through the cottage more quickly and was sitting on the patio when she appeared. She saw me and stopped, looking at me guiltily. Standing their, just fucked she looked incredibly horny. I spoke first “You wonderful, beautiful Slut. That was amazing” I told her. A look of confusion swept her face, then relief as what I was saying sunk in. “You're not angry” she asked sounding surprised. “Just disappointed I missed him fucking you last week. I've wanted to watch you being fucked for ages” I replied standing up, walking over to her, stroking what was probably the hardest erection I'd had in years. I looked pointedly between her legs “I want to fuck you before all his spunk leaks from your cunt” I told her leading her over to the lounger. I undressed, she bent over the lounger just as she'd done for Henri, spreading her legs for me. Gratifyingly, his cum was still oozing from her luscious cunt. I felt elated, sliding my cock into her into her used pussy. The sensation of fucking her after another man had deposited his cum inside her was incredible, better than I could ever have imagined. I remembered what he'd done, dribbled on her bum, coated my fingers with juices from her pussy and pushed one in her arse. She moaned, said it felt nice. I worked a second finger in too, telling her that I intended to take her anal virginity long before her young French friend had the chance. I fucked her until we both climaxed, cumming almost simultaneously. Afterwards we talked about everything that had happened. She told me that the previous week Henri had turned up just after I'd left. She asked if I recalled what she'd been doing when I left. After a few seconds thought I remembered she was outside on a lounger, pleasuring herself with a vibrator. She hadn't heard him arrive, he'd walked around the back and watched her for several minutes before she realised he was there. She'd been horny as hell using the vibe, turned on even more by being watched, she'd called him over. He took over using the vibrator in her, sucking her nipples at the same time. He'd brought her almost to orgasm when he stopped and said he wanted to fuck her. Frustrated that he'd stopped when she was about to cum and finding him very attractive, she'd agreed. Unable to resist the temptation of having sex with a fit young guy, she sucked his cock, then let him fuck her and play with her bum. That answered some of my questions but she had one. Why I hadn't mentioned that I wanted to watch her having sex? I told her that I hadn't thought she'd be “up for it” “Well I am now” she replied with a grin. We'd watched the video numerous times after our return to the UK, when I suggested booking the cottage again for 2015. I was disappointed when she said she didn't really want to go there again, thinking she was having second thoughts about what she'd done. I asked where she wanted to go. “You told me I was a wonderful, beautiful Slut” she reminded me. I agreed that I had, wondering where this was leading. “Henri was fun, but he'll probably only fuck me twice. That's not going to be enough to satisfy either of us now is it?” She was almost certainly correct and I asked what she had in mind. “You want to watch guys fucking me?” We agreed on that. “In that case, I want to go to Cap d'Agde. I want to fuck and have sex with as many men as I can. To put it crudely, I want to be a Slut” she told me with a filthy grin and an expectant look on her face. Who could argue with that? Certainly not me. This story has got way longer than we intended. Probably to long and detailed for many. We'll continue the story another day.