My first extramarital affair was five years ago at age 44 when, after 22 years of marital fidelity, I stepped outside our marriage to find sexual satisfaction. I had been horny for several days as hubby and I hadn't had sex for over a fortnight while he was away on travel, and bringing myself off wasn't doing it for me. The result was I allowed myself to be seduced by a very handsome man who flirted with me while waiting in the queue at the local supermarket on the way home from my office. As we flirted, I felt the tingles of desire building between my legs and wondered what he would be like in bed. I waited for him as he paid for his items and, at his suggestion, we went to a nearby tea shop where we each let it be known we would be agreeable to a 'liaison'. Since the kids were at uni and hubby away on travel, we settled on mine since it was a lot closer. When I got in my car to lead us there, nervous doubts overtook me and when we arrived I almost reneged, but led him inside anyway. Once in the lounge, we kissed, first tentatively, then with deepening passion as I became used to the feel of another man's hands caressing my back and bum. When he brought his hands around to the front of my blouse to caress my breasts, I suggested we move to the guest bedroom. Once there, he very expertly undressed me as he paid attention to my various lady parts with his talented fingers and mouth. Standing naked before him, he sucked my nipples while sliding his fingers along the furrow between my legs, then rubbed my clit. When my moans of pleasure increased, he pushed his fingers into my pussy and rapidly fingered me to a climax. I cried out with gasps of satisfaction as my groin convulsed against his hand. When I recovered, he led me to the bed. As I settled myself on my back, I watched intently as he undressed and his body revealed. He was tall and slim with a pleasing muscular physique. As he walked the few steps to join me on the bed, I saw he had a well shaped and substantial cock about the same size of my hubby's generous endowment. I raised my knees as I opened my legs to give him complete access to my womanhood. Kneeling between my legs, he placing his hands under my bum as he lowered his face to my pussy and began licking me. His very talented tongue slid repeatedly up and down my slit, not forgetting to flick my clit with the tip of his tongue. My hips rolled with rising passion as I moaned out my arousal. He suddenly sucked my clit hard with his lips and my climax exploded. I announced it with loud gasps of, "Oh, God! I'm coming! Don't stop!", and other unintelligible utterances as my hips jerking wildly. Without allowing me to fully recover, he moved up over me, lowered his hips and slid his cock fully up me in a single stroke. Even as wet and swollen as I was, his rapid thrust snapped my head back in surprise more than discomfort and my eyes shut tightly. My hands grasped his arms holding his upper body above me as he paused to let me get used to the feel of his cock inside me. His was stretching me a bit, but in a pleasant way, and when he asked if I was alright, I smiled and nodded 'yes'. He immediately started stroking his cock in and out in a steady rhythm. Placing my feet behind his thighs, I matched his hip thrusts by arching my hips upward into him. We soon were fucking each other nicely. In just a few minutes, I told him I was getting close. He quickened his pace to match mine and I soon cried out, "I'm almost there. Fuck me harder and make me come!" He went into the short strokes to keep up with the urgent writhing of my hips and I soon shouted out, "I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming! Don't stop!" I rose up against him in a paroxysm of orgasmic release. My body's trembling and jerking continued for some time as he continued thrusting his cock into me to prolong my pleasure. As I slowly came down, he lowered his upper body onto mine and we deeply kissed. We held each other like that, hugging and kissing for a couple of minutes, then he started thrusting his cock again into me, this time with some urgency. I could tell he wanted to have his climax, so I moved my hips with him. We rose toward completion more rapidly than last time, and I soon was panting and gasping out my passion as I felt another climax rising in me. Heedless of his needs, I fucked him more and more urgently, trying to achieve my own release. I wrapped my legs tightly about his waist to increase the contact of the base of his cock with my clit during his inward thrusts, which were becoming more forceful as he strove for his own climax. Within another minute or two, we both came with almost simultaneous climaxes. I shouted out mine as he bellowed out his, shooting his hot cum into me with a series of very hard thrusts. Even though I was bound up in the throes of orgasm, I could feel his cum fill my pussy and then squish out around his still thrusting cock to drip down onto the sheets below my bum. When we finished thrusting our groins into each other in climax, we slowly came down into a post-orgasmic glow as we collapsed into each other, his cock still in me slowly throbbing out the remnants of his own orgasm. We stayed in bed for another hour or so and fucked twice more, with me enjoying a climax each time and him coming in me at the end. He finally looked at his watch and said he had to get home. After he cleaned up and got dressed, I heard him call his wife to tell her he would be late. I put on a robe and accompanied him to the door where we hugged and kissed our goodbye. He gave me his mobile number, but I didn't give him mine because, as I explained to him, this was my first time and even though it was wonderful, I wasn't sure I wanted to do it again. We left it that if I wanted another episode, I would call him. Over the next few days until my hubby returned home, I pondered what I had done, how it would affect our marriage, and whether or not I wanted to continue having other men. By the afternoon hubby was returning, I had made my decision. I wanted to have other men, but I didn't want it to negatively affect my marriage since hubby and I had a very satisfactory sex life as well as being best friends. I just wanted to have some sexual variety. The way I handled it was something of a risk, but I proceeded anyway. When hubby returned in mid-afternoon, I led him up to our bed and fucked his brains out for a couple of hours. We then got up and had a quick dinner and ending up in the lounge in our robes to catch up on our fortnight's separation. After he told me all his news, I nervously launched into mine. My hubby is a very intuitive individual and stopped my halting beginnings by saying, "I have a feeling you're going to tell me something that's going to affect us in a big way, so just say it." So I blurted out that I had had another man a few days before and enjoyed it, and I wanted his permission to have other men from time to time, but I still loved him very much and was very happy in our marriage, and didn't want to hurt him. He looked a bit startled, but soon gave me a big smile as he moved to sit next to me. He pulled me into a big hug and soothingly said everything would be fine and not to worry. I had started to cry and he kissed away my tears, then told me he had had for some time the fantasy of me being fucked by another man in his presence and they then would take turns with me, so it was certainly possible for both of us to have what we wanted by having MMF threesomes with another man of my choosing. We talked out the details over the next hour or so, and ended up adding the provision that we could also have foursomes with other couples, and each of us could have solo one off only affairs while out of town overnight on our respective work travels.