Thanks for your comments. I'm relieved that you enjoyed it. It's nice to be appreciated and makes the effort of writing it worthwhile. I hope you enjoy the second part as much. Sharon and I were talking about what to wear. I had some short, sexy dresses and nice lingerie I could wear, but I'd left it at the marital home. Unfortunately being Saturday John would be there, but I drove over to collect what I needed. He must have seen me pull up and opened the door to let me in. He smiled, asking if I was moving back. “No, I’m just collecting some things I need for tonight” I told him. He followed me upstairs, chatting about things, wanting to know if I'd given any thought to our future. “I'm still thinking about it” I told him, starting to get irritated. I opened cupboards, selecting three of my shortest dresses, then three or four sets of very sexy, matching lingerie, stuff I'd usually worn for John when I was feeling horny. I could see him watching what I was taking and had put in a bag. He didn't comment, but it was obvious what he was thinking. “I really miss you. Don't you miss me?” he said. I admit I was getting pissed off with him by then and wanted to hurt him. “All you're missing is my pussy” I said, touching myself suggestively, then as if the idea had just occurred added, “Why don't you get your cock out. That might change my mind” He gave me a bit of an odd look at my using words like cock and pussy, but thought his luck was in. I told him to undress. His prick was getting hard. I looked at it, then said “No, I don't miss that little thing at all. I was fucked by a guy with a huge cock last night and I'm going out to pick up a guy to fuck me again tonight” He looked at me uncertainly. I don't think he believed me, at least not then! I picked up my bag, calling to him I'd be in touch if I felt the need for such a tiny prick. Sharon thought it was hilarious when I told her, though I felt a little guilty about being so unkind. My husband was soon forgotten as Sharon told me she'd been busy on the phone, calling and texting guys to meet up with later. All this talk of men, reminded me about asking her for advice on how to shave my pussy. She asked how John had done it, rolling her eyes when I told her about the cheap disposable he'd used. She explained how she did it, finishing by saying it was much more fun if someone did it for you. I can take a hint and asked if she'd shave me. She told me to undress, supervising while I trimmed my pubes as I could, then sent me for a hot shower while she prepared everything we'd need. I returned to the bedroom, lay on a towel on the bed with my legs parted, a little surprised, despite the previous night, at how relaxed I felt, exposing my most intimate parts to her. Sharon placed a hot flannel on my pussy for a couple of minutes, softening the hair before applying lots of shaving gel, smoothing it on to my mound, between my legs, around my hole all the way back to my anus. She left it softening the hair while she went to wash her hands. She returned a few minutes later, completely naked,“You'll me as smooth as me when I'm finished. Have a feel” She took my hand and placed it on her pussy, moving it over her mons, then between her legs. I could feel her wetness as my fingers touched her gash and momentarily slipped into her hole. She moved my hand again, touching her clit, pressing my fingers against her button, only for a few seconds, before she removed my hand. “Ready?” she asked. I propped myself up on my elbows watching as she pulled the skin taut and began to shave me, drawing the razor upwards, explaining it was important to shave against the direction of the hair growth. With each stroke more of my pubes disappeared as she rinsed the razor, added more gel, starting at the sides until all that was left was a final narrow strip which she removed leaving my mound smooth and completely hairless. She shaved between my legs, fingers in my hole, holding my fleshy labia removing all the hair. I'd never considered myself anything other than straight, maybe curious about what it would be like with another woman, but I was becoming increasingly aroused by her touch. I knew how wet I was, Sharon had told me, I'm sure I could feel juices trickling from my hole. I gave an involuntary moan as she touched my clitoral hood, protecting my clitoris as she carefully finished shaving me, her fingers moving more than necessary, teasing my clit erect. I hadn't realised I was moving my hips, against her fingers until she told me to keep still or risk a nasty accident. She finished the front, got me to turn over and hold my buttocks apart while she shaved my bum crack, around my anus, to my slit. She wiped the remaining gel off my bum, I lay back on the towel while she wiped my pussy before going to get some clean water. While she was gone, I touched myself, delighted with my new look and how wonderfully soft and smooth my freshly shaved pussy felt. She returned with a clean flannel and towel, washed my pussy, patting it dry with the soft towel. “Nearly finished” she told me, picking up a bottle of unscented moisturising lotion. “This is the best bit” she grinned, squeezing the lotion onto her fingers. Without being asked I opened my legs wider, jumping when the cold lotion touched my smooth skin. I shut my eyes as her fingers massaged the soothing lotion into my mound, closer and closer to my clit, then away again. She poured a drop of lotion, directly on to my clit. “Rub it in for me” I sighed. She touched me, moving her fingers, drawing my hood back uncovering my clitoris. “That's got to be the biggest clit I've ever seen. Is it very sensitive?” she asked starting to rub it. I shivered in response to her touch. I wasn't in the habit at looking at other women’s pussies at the Gym and didn't know if my clit was particularly large, poking out about 2cm when engorged. I didn't especially care at that moment, moaning quietly, as Sharon slid a couple if fingers into my cunt, moving them in and out, rubbing my clit at the same time. I spread my legs wider, moved my hands, cupping my tits, squeezing and pulling my nipples. I began to breathe faster, responded to her touch by lifting my bum, taking her fingers as if I was being fucked. “Oh my God. Don't stop” I panted. She slipped another finger in my pussy, finger fucking me rapidly. I felt her hair brush my tummy, warm breath on my flushed skin, her tongue tracing a wet line over my belly to my breast, her tongue circling my nipple, her mouth, taking the nipple between her lips, sucking and gently nibbling. I orgasmed, I was almost screaming as I came for the first time under the touch of another woman. I came so intensely, juices squirted from my cunt, soaking her hand and the towel I was still laid on. I lay there recovering for several minutes, until she kissed me on the mouth and told me I'd better get ready to go out if I wanted any cock that night. I was so sticky I needed another shower, applying the moisturiser to my pussy myself this time. Sharon had showered and was drying her hair when I went through to her room carrying my clothes and lingerie. I asked which set she liked. She said the red dress, before adding “Don't wear any panties. Let the air get to your pussy, it'll be more comfortable and you've got lovely firm tits you don't need a bra” The dress wasn't ridiculously short, about 6 inches above the knee, but would ride up when I sat, showing off my legs and if I wasn't careful my stocking tops, all I was wearing under the dress. It was a bitterly cold March evening and I wore a coat over the top. Climbing in the taxi I was perilously to flashing my pussy when the coat fell open. As is our prerogative we were late arriving at the bar, a group of people who mostly seemed to know each other 3 or 4 other women, 10 or so guys, I was introduced, but people were leaving and arriving and joining the group so it was difficult to remember who was who. Sharon and I were probably the oldest, the others in their late 20's or early thirties. It was about 11pm, I was getting on well with a guy called Adam, and we moved on to another bar with a couple of guys, and Ian who'd turned up. We were only stopping for one drink, a minibus booked to take us back to the cottage about 40 minutes later. The bar was quieter, we found a table in a corner, Sharon had turned the conversation to sex, telling them I wanted a shag and at least one of them would get lucky. She told them that I was a really dirty slut, that Ian had fucked us both the previous night and then, as if I wasn't blushing enough, she told them about her shaving my pussy earlier. “She's not wearing any knickers. If you ask her nicely she'll show you her pussy, won't you Geraldine” Ian, Adam and the two other guys, Simon and Andy joined in insisting I give them a flash. “No one will see” Sharon said. I still had my long coat on, I looked over my shoulder, no one close or paying us particular attention. I uncrossed my legs and slowly opened them flashing my gash, they bent to look. I closed my legs again. Sharon reckoned they hadn't had a chance to see properly and told me to do it again but this time, to pull my dress up over my hips. Well I suppose after what she'd told them, I had my reputation as a Slut to live up to. Another quick look around. Then I lifted my bum off the chair, gripped the hem of my dress and tugged it up over my hips, bunching it around my waist. Pleased at my brazenness, I slowly opened my legs, displaying my naked pussy in a public place. With my heart thumping, I sat like that for a minute or two, even reaching down, running a couple of fingers along my slit, using them to hold my cunt open, before closing my legs. Grinning triumphantly at them, I left the dress bunched up, and a gap open at the front of the coat. I'd never done anything like it before, found it a turn on, knew I was wet and after all Sharon's talk of sex needed fucking. Adam was sitting next to me, I started rubbing my leg against his, leant against him, took his hand placing it on the bare skin above my stocking. “Feel how wet I am” I whispered. I moved my legs apart, hardly able to believe what I was doing but too excited to stop. Sharon, Ian, Andy and Simon opposite, watching as Adam's fingers slid into my cunt. I gasped, bit my lip as he fingered me. I could only stand it for a short while. Clamped my thighs together, trapping his fingers in my cunt, just rocking on them. Sharon leant over, told me the minicab was outside, pulling me to my feet. I grabbed Adam's arm, in my rush to get him into my bed, forgetting my state of undress, walking through the bar, coat flapping open, pussy on display, giving the driver an eyeful. I clambered in the back with Adam and he fingered me most of the way to the cottage. At the cottage I dragged him upstairs to my bed, dropping my coat on the stairs, pulling my dress over my head on the landing, throwing myself on the bed, fingering my pussy watching him undress. He removed his boxers, his cock already erect and ready for action. Not quite in the same league as Ian's but a perfectly acceptable 7 inches of young hard cock. He was hard, I was more than just wet, juices running from my cunt. I sat up, reached for his cock, pulling him closer, took it in my mouth, sucking him, making sure he was as hard as possible. I laid back on the bed, legs open ready to welcome his prick into my cock hungry cunt. He got between my legs, stroking his erection, aimed for my eager hole. He rubbed it along my slippery gash, lubricating his shaft with my sex juices. He pressed it against my clit, rubbing back and fore, until I was practically begging him to put his cock in and fuck me. I reached between us grabbed his shaft, moving it to my fuck hole. I raised my legs wrapping them around him, pulling him into my cunt. I felt him enter me, his hard cock sliding slowly inside, penetrating my mature pussy. In my rush I'd left the bedroom door open. Over his shoulder I could see Sharon and the three guys watching us fuck. I didn't care, in fact it excited me more, adding to my arousal and sexual pleasure, knowing that they could see Adam's hard cock sliding in and out of my cunt as he fucked me. We changed positions, me on top riding him, then doggy. He made me cum twice before he ejaculated inside me. Not quite the stamina and staying power of Ian but certainly much better than my husband, who I was beginning to realise was pretty hopeless in the bedroom department and if some young bimbo wanted him they were welcome. By then we were no longer being watched but I heard Sharon in her bedroom and the three distinct voices of Ian, Simon and Andy. It hadn't occurred to me, in my haste to get Adam in my bed, what the other three guys and Sharon were going to do. We lay listening to the moans, squeals, groans and the other noises, it didn't take much to work out that two of them were fucking Sharon. It only seemed fair that I should be able to watch, seeing as they'd watched me being fucked. I grabbed some tissues, mopped up the spunk still dribbling from my pussy, went out on the landing. Sharon’s door was open, the four of them on the bed. It took me several seconds to work out what was going on. I could see that she was sucking Ian's cock, but it wasn't until I sat on the end of the bed that I could see that Simon was laid on the bed, Sharon on top, back to him, leaning back, legs spread, Andy was on top of her and both had their cocks in her cunt fucking her. I just sat there, watching in amazement. Of course I'd read of women being fucked by two men, but always had my doubts that it was possible. Well, I had proof it could be done and judging by the noise Sharon was making it was neither painful or unpleasant. Quite the opposite. She'd had to stop sucking Ian's cock, throwing her head from side to side, grinding her cunt on the two cocks inside her, her body shuddering, having the most powerful orgasm. I couldn't drag my eyes away, as they continued fucking her even as her orgasm subsided. I felt a hand on my leg, glanced away from Sharon, Ian standing next to me his large cock, erect only a few inches from my face. He offered it to me to suck. I shook my head turning back to watch Sharon. I felt Ian's hands move to my waist, picking me up, turning me over, kneeling me on the bed where I could still watch. His hands on my thighs, spreading my legs, then his cock entering me. Even better, watching Sharon being double fucked, with Ian's gorgeous cock ramming in and out of my pussy. I could feel Ian's cock working its magic. It became increasingly difficult to ignore what he was doing and watch Sharon and her two guys. I began to frig my clit, rapidly bringing myself to a similar state of arousal as Sharon, who was thrashing around, demanding that they fuck her harder and cum in her cunt. She got her wish, both of them fucking her more forcefully, then groaning, their cocks pulsing as the emptied their balls into her receptive cunt within moments of each other. Once again Ian's rampant cock quickly brought me to orgasm. I closed my eyes, missing the moment that Andy withdrew his cock, and Sharon lifted herself off Simon's softening prick. Ian stopped fucking me, kneeling with his length inside me. I opened my eyes. I didn't catch what Sharon said clearly, smiled at her, noticing she'd covered her pussy with her hand. She wriggled down the bed, her legs either side of my head, her pussy getting closer and closer to my face. “Come on then lick me out” she instructed. I realised what she'd said, taking my smile as agreement. She removed her hand, her cunt still stretched and gaping, glistening pink, spunk smeared around her hole, more trickling from deep inside her. I wasn't sure I could do it. She slid closer, only inches away. Ian started fucking me again, his movement enough to force my body and head forward, closing the final inches separating my mouth from Sharon's cunt. I could have resisted, but I could smell the heady odour of sex, a woman just fucked, the aroma of her sex honey mixed with Andy and Simon’s spunk. I stuck my tongue out, licked some of the mixture tasting it. Finding nothing to dislike I ran my tongue around her cunt, cleaning her. I started lapping and sucking the juices and spunk from inside her hole swallowing it. Ian was fucking me slow and steady, my mouth pressed firmly against Sharon's pussy one moment, released the next allowing me to breathe. Breathing was becoming more difficult, all these new sensations and experiences overwhelming me. I could feel another orgasm building, Sharon, forcing her cunt against my mouth, urging me to suck her clitoris. I licked her clit, flicking the little bud with my tongue sucking and nibbling it. At least I was able to breathe through my nose. Sharon gripped my head, grinding her cunt against my mouth, as she climaxed. Ian thrusting in and out of my cunt, I could feel his cock twitching inside me. I threw my head back, panting and gasping, the wonderful sensation rippling from inside me, to my clitoris, radiating out. I felt Ian’s cock pulse inside me heard him grunting as he thrust into be faster, knew he had ejaculated giving me his virile young seed. I cried out I was cumming, my whole body seemed to spasm as I came in several waves, as he pumped more spunk inside me. I almost collapsed on the bed, hardly able to move, felt Ian's cock slip from my pussy, lay there with a satisfied smile on my face until Sharon gave me a nudge and told me to take two of the guys to my room for the night. Reluctantly I relinquished Ian and took Andy and Simon to my bed. They both fucked me before we slept. I don't know what time they left my bed, but I wasn't to disappointed to be woken to find they'd swapped and Ian and Adam were in bed with me, both sporting erections and ready to fuck me before breakfast. They left after lunch, leaving us to clean up, change the bed sheets which were either still damp or stiff with dried spunk. We talked about what I'd done. I told her how much I'd enjoyed being fucked by four different guys. I admitted that was one more than I'd had in the previous 30 years. Most of all how much I regretted not doing something like it before, and that I was eager for more. Over the course of the weekend I was introduced into a life new to me, of sexually uninhibited behaviour, performing or seeing acts which I'd only read about. A willing pupil who'd discovered the pleasure to be had from wanton, unrestrained, promiscuous sex with multiple partners, both male and female. I was eager to experience more, much much more, because this was just the start of my sexual liberation. It was our intention to go out again the following weekend, but with the snow and ice we stayed in and I learned more about sex with another woman. I think I'll stop here. I hope you don't mind and will bear with me if I continue another day. That of course is if you want to hear more about my journey of sexual discovery and, I suppose I may as well admit it, my intention, at the age of Forty nine, of becoming a Slut.