My name is Lisa I have been on this site for a while now and I enjoy reading the stories and comments. My life started to change back in 2010. I was 39 at the time; I suppose you would have called me a 'Plain Jane' at 5' 6" size 10 figure with an almost flat 32A bust. I had always been faithful to James my husband but by 2011 that had certainly changed. Without James's knowledge I am currently separately shagging his three golf club mates and anyone else I can when an opportunity arises! First you need to know a bit about me as I have already said I've never had a large bust but I do have very sensitive nipples large enough to hang coats on!. I lost what I did have due to breast feeding our only son. I had incredible problems with my periods and I had a hysterectomy when Nick was four years old. I am naturally Auburn which was cut in a shoulder length bob style, my dress sense was functional not fashionable for my age. We lived in Essex I had been a career girl with my own very successful business which I sold in 2010. The recession meant interest rates were very low, so with a small inheritance we invested my money in a two bed flat which we put on rental. This helped to pay for Nick our son to go through University any excess money was my 'spending money'. My husband James was 41 an independent business financial consultant his work was mainly in the South but almost all of 2010 was spent in the Midlands which meant he was away all week traveling back to me at weekends. Looking back now our sex life was not very adventurous I would give oral but no way would I let James cum in my mouth, anal was strictly 'off limits' I felt that dressing up in lingerie or stockings for sex, which was James's permanent wish, was like being a prostitute. I hadn't really been fair as James has a very high sex drive. I had been totally faithful throughout our 20 years of marriage I think James was as well but I have had a few odd doubts over the years while he's been working away from home. I would happily go topless on holiday as I had nothing to show and I am a bit of a sun worshiper to make me look healthier I maintained my tan with solarium visits. . It all started really in late 2010 when James was offered a permanent position with a successful West Midlands specialist printing company. As their financial controller, he had been working for them for most of the year. It had a good salary with a company car and excellent pension which James could transfer in his private pension. All in all it was just too good an opportunity to miss. James suggested that we sell our house in Essex and move to the West Midlands. Nick was at Uni and I had no real reason not to move. With the recession we decided to rent rather than buy to see how we found our new location etc. James started work for the company in the November staying in a B & B. I stayed on in Essex selling our four bed detached house. After a few weeks he found a two bed detached bungalow which I traveled up to view. The main attraction for me was that it had a south facing garden which was surrounded by high evergreen privet bushes and shrubs it only had one bungalow as a neighbour being the last in the row. It was totally private ideal for nude sunbathing and more as it's turned out! As we were intending to rent for only a short period we decided not to have a land line phone, which has proved a blessing for me not to be tracked if I was not at home. Everyone has mobiles and the Internet for my laptop was taken care of with a contract dongle. James picked up his company BMW and part exchanged his Audi and my Peugeot 206 and bought me a new white Mini Cooper convertible. Luckily our house sold quickly in early 2011 and I moved up with James, our sex life perked up. He'd taken up golf again making friends with Ken, Bob and Richard. Financially we were very well off our outgoings were about one third of what we were paying in Essex and I had my own income from the flat coupled with no stress. James's company took over a failing printing competitor in Holland to give them direct access to Europe. James was asked to go over and help sort out their finances for a couple of weeks. He would fly out from Birmingham at 6.00 am on a Monday staying in a hotel during the week. He had a daily expenses allowance for food etc. And would fly back on Friday afternoon getting home around 6.00 p.m. Friday night was a relax night and we would have sex, Saturday was his golf day sex was on the cards as long as he didn't have too much to drink after his game. Sunday was usually a relax and recover day and prepare to fly back to Holland on Monday morning. This routine went on for nearly four months not a few weeks. He came home for a long weekend. It was a wonderful long weekend we had plenty of sex. During this time he explained that it was going to be a major job getting the company profitable again almost every area needed to be re-organised he was also given an extra job of restructuring the work force working with Anouk head of HR. James was getting pressure from the parent company about costs He explained about the flight costs, airport car parking charges, the train costs from Schiphol to the plant, what his hotel cost per month, the daily taxis from the hotel to the plant return. He also said that the weekly travelling back and forth was really getting to him. He had to look at being there at least a year to get the plant sorted. He and Anouk had already looked into the cost of apartments. By the end of his break he had convinced me at least on economics that it made sense to live in Holland and travel back every six to eight weeks. Over the course of his visit I patiently extracted from him details about Anouk. She was single, thirty years of age, had a good personality, she was slim, attractive, had long blond hair, lived in the Hague and travelled everyday over an hour and half each way to work (poor thing!!) and if all that wasn't bad enough she had big boobs!!!! He returned to Holland saying that if he could could get the plant profitable there would be a substantial bonus for us at the end. James telephoned daily that week telling me that he and Anouk had found an apartment. The weekend was taken up packing clothes and things he would need etc. He drove back to Holland as he would need his own transport. The following weeks I was getting used to living on my own. The weather was pretty good and I started to sort out the garden, on sunny days I would sunbathe nude, getting a nice even tan with no white marks. I was starting to be a bored housewife being at home on my own. I decided to take up photography it was something I had fancied doing but never had the time. I bought a Canon digital SLR and a pair of zoom lenses. I also started drinking wine daily and indulged myself in chocolate. Without realising it I was gaining weight, I also started smoking again after having given up for 5 years. It was a seven weeks before James returned home it was now June. During this period he would telephone me from work frequently for the first few weeks, but it wasn't long before we ended up talking about nothing, then the calls went to once a week. I picked him up from Birmingham airport on the evening. By this time I was gagging for sex, masturbation can only satisfy a girl so much after that it's good solid cock that is required. I was all over him when we got home from the airport. That evening we had sex twice at my instigation. It was good but not mind blowing, which was a bit unusual as James can't wait to Fuck me. Saturday was his golf day but he was too pissed when he eventually got in to have sex. Sunday morning he had a hang over but we did have sex again when we went to bed. Monday I dropped him at the airport to catch the 6.00 am flight to Schiphol. Before he left he asked me to arrange our holiday as he would be too busy. He'd had enough of flying with all the security and waiting etc and wanted to be able to drive. I'd decided on France and found a place on the Atlantic coast which was easy to drive to so we had our own transport. We went on holiday in late July by this time I had piled on more weight and had gone up a dress size to a very tight size twelve, the biggest I'd ever been in my life. James flew home, then we went by ferry to France in my Mini. Being a convertible and we had the top down for the whole of the holiday. There was a great beach close to where we were staying, after the first day we noticed one side of it only seemed to have a few people on it. The following day we headed for the right hand side, in about 300 yards we found out why there weren't many people as we approached a sign which read 'zone naturist'. James said "well I'm game if you are?" "Why not" I replied. We walked on passing a number of couples I took in everything I could without being too obvious. I envied all the women with nice big boobs on display, mine had got bigger but not that much. There were big cocks small cocks it was very enlightening and a little exciting. Apart from getting a nice tan the sun also has an effect of turning me on. We chose a spot and settled down by this time my nipples were rock hard and my pussy was feeling a little damp. James is lucky in that he browns without lotion I have to be more careful and use plenty. James rubbed lotion in my back and over my bum his fingers brushing along my sex, I was really turned on and gasped as he slipped a finger inside me. "Stop it you can't do that here" I said although I wanted desperately for him to continue. "OK spoilsport, I can wait". I really enjoyed sunbathing naked, swimming naked in the surf was exhilarating and wondered why we hadn't done this before? The weather was fantastic we had sun every day. James wanted us to have sex in the dunes but I refused. I did discreetly wank him off on the beach once and he fingered me a couple of times. We fucked in the caravan daily, usually immediately after the beach or when we returned from an evening out. I thought we had a fantastic holiday the only thing that marred it was James's all to frequent reference to work and Anouk. James flew back to Holland early Monday after our holiday. I was sunbathing in the garden thinking of our holiday and how James had been. Being a woman we do have a sixth sense and we know when things aren't quite right. This was definitely the feeling I'd had in France. By mid week I had convinced myself that he was shagging Anouk but how was I to find out for sure? I had a notion to go to Holland and find out, perhaps catch him with her, I knew where he lived and worked. The thought's niggled at me into the following week, especially as he hadn't rang me! I booked a flight for the following Monday to return on the Saturday. I packed a hand luggage case with minimal clothes just knickers, a pair of jeans and a couple of tops etc. I also packed my satnav, camera and laptop. I'd gone into Brum over the weekend and bought a nice long blond wig and large pair of lightly tinted sunglasses, a bit over the top I know but I packed them as well. I flew out of Birmingham on the 9.00 a.m. Flight with mixed feelings was I doing the right thing, was I being stupid was this going to end up with twenty years of marriage down the drain? From Schiphol I took the train to Roosendaal in south west Holland where I hired a car to drive to the town where James worked it was mid afternoon by the time I booked into a hotel. I was pretty tired and could see what James had been through travelling every week in the early days. I quickly unpacked took my camera, the wig and sunglasses and then set off to find his apartment and then where he worked. The apartment was easy to find it was close to the hotel near the town center I knew it was on the ground floor of a three story block with secure entry and parking. There was street parking opposite the block. I parked the car and went over to check out the numbering of the apartments on the pedestrian entry and worked out that his was at the far end. Next off to find where he worked. I followed the satnav directions and ten minutes later I was in a small industrial complex I found the plant which had a small car park at the front I couldn't miss James's black BMW it was the only one with English plates. It was about 4.45 James would usually finish around 5 - 5.30 or so he said! Opposite the plant was a retail unit which looked like a B & Q at home I drove into the car park found a space with a good view of the main door and James's car and prepared to wait. I put on the wig and set the camera up with the long telephoto lens for continuous shooting, the light was still good. As I waited I was asking myself why was I doing all this cloak and dagger stuff - you have to be a woman to know why. Around five o'clock a couple of cars came out, I took some test shots as they passed me which looked pretty good on the small digital screen. 5.25 p.m. James came out with a man and a woman she vaguely fitted Anouk's description I zoomed in and fired off a couple of frames as they chatted walking towards the cars. The man got into a car, James and the woman continued towards his car. By this time I'd fine tuned the zoom and fired off a lot more frames. The woman walked round to the passengers side and got in, my heart was racing this must be Anouk?? I put the camera down on the dashboard as James drove past me with her sat in the passengers seat on my side of the road I was actually shaking as they went past I just kept the shutter pressed down hoping for the best. I quickly got into the drivers seat and drove out of the car park following James's car, my heart was beating like a drum and I felt as though I had wet myself. I was one car behind James, I'd already set the satnav to his address in the car park in case I lost them in traffic. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind this couldn't be Anouk as she lives in the Hague he's just dropping someone off on his way home. Oh was I wrong as we got to the apartment block I slowed right and pulled in. Her arm came out of the passenger window and punched in the code to open the roller door of the car park before driving in. I parked up on the road where I could see James's apartment windows I waited over an hour watching. Then the lights went on in what looked like the lounge. I set the camera up again just in case. A few minutes later I saw James start to close the curtains he did one side SHE did the other 'click, click, click' I took another 3 frames of them both. At this point I was about to explode I was in need of a good stiff drink. I drove back to the hotel, I was in such a state that I nearly forgot to remove the blond wig before going in. Somehow I managed to eat a simple meal, the double vodka and lemonade wasn't a problem. My emotions were really mixed, first anger, then jelousy, then envy. What to do next? I was pretty tired from the travelling and chasing about I decided to have another drink and take it up to my room for an early night. I had this stupid plan to get up early and wait until James went to work and see if 'she' went with him confirming she had stayed the night. I set my mobile phone alarm for 6.30 a.m. I couldn't even be bothered to download the photos to my laptop instead I turned on the TV to see what was on to try and relax before going to bed. Flipping around the channels I found BBC1, BBC 2 and ITV nothing interested me then various Dutch channels. On channel 30 was a girl sucking a guys cock! On 31 was a game show, wait a minute was that really what I saw on 30! Back to 30 the guy had his cock half way down her throat!!! His cock was massive!! I had never seen a porn film before and from what I was seeing it didn't disgust me as I'd always thought porn would. In fact my nipples started to harden and after a few minutes I was getting a little damp. The girl sucked the bell end then the tip of her tongue traced the massive vein underneath his tool down to his shaven balls which she then gently sucked into her mouth. She then wanked him as she sucked him again by now he was getting ready to shoot his load he pulled out slightly and shot four or five massive spurts. Two in her mouth then one just missing her eye one almost up her nose then back into her mouth again. The spunk was dribbling down her chin as she gorged herself on the white cream from his cock. What I hadn't realised was that she was in the doggie position and she was also being fucked from behind. The camera panned round another large cock was thrusting in and out of her well lubricated pussy she had no pubic hair it looked lovely the guy was also shaved, it looked so sexy. I started to rub my nipples they we already hard and very sensitive. I removed my jeans and panties sliding a finger along my wet slit, god my clit was so hard and rubbing it gave me that usual lovely tingling sensation. As I watched I masturbated quicker and harder, by now she had another cock in her mouth and was rocking back and forth on the cock in her cunt and the one in her mouth. I climaxed but continued rubbing as I wasn't yet fully satisfied. I pinched and pulled my nipples as the guy behind slid out of her cunt and then went straight up her arse, he was fucking her arse really hard, the guy in her mouth shot his load as she furiously wanked him. The guy behind pulled out of her arse and shot his load over her bum and back. I orgasamed again sending waves and waves of pleasure through my body, I felt on fire. I watched and masturbated through two more films before finally turning in for bed exhausted. My mobile went off at 6.30 a.m. I had a shower, as I dried I thought is this really a good idea? I had to check if she spent the night with him what difference it made I don't know she was in his apartment and I don't think they would have just been playing scrabble! I put the wig in my bag and left the hotel around 7.00 a.m. Reasoning that he or they would be leaving to arrive for work before eight. I parked on the road this time hoping to get a closer look at 'Her'. A couple of cars left the underground parking and at 7.45 out popped his BMW. Yes she was with him thankfully they didn't see me as they drove past I was parked on 'her' side and got a good look at her. She was attractive and from what I could see she was wearing different clothes to yesterday. This meant she had to have some clothes in his apartment. Again my feelings were much the same as the previous evening as I drove back to the hotel for some breakfast. Over breakfast I was turning things over and over in my head trying to give James the benefit of the doubt and coming up with the same answer the 'cheating bastard'. I still didn't know what to do when I got back to my room, the maids had already been as the bed and room had been made up. I put the TV on out of curiosity to see if channel 30 was just a night time channel. No it wasn't I was welcomed with a girl sucking a guys cock who was unloading his spunk straight into her mouth immediately he had finished another was spunking in there followed by another then another I counted six from when I switched on. The camera zoomed in showing that her mouth was nearly full of spunk one more guy added his load and she then promptly swallowed the lot! Proudly showing the camera her empty mouth afterwards. I watched and masturbated for quite some time, I used my tin of hair mousse as a dildo climaxing again and again. Was I hooked on porn? Possibly as I was liking what I saw, I learned a lot as I watched, I found it very educational as well as sexually stimulating! Looking at all the hair less pussies I decided to shave my own. Two Bic lady razors later and mine was smooth and hairless, in the mirror I saw my full pussy lips proudly on display. My lips are fairly long and James always liked to suck them into his mouth the feeling is amazing. Now all I wanted was to be fucked with a real cock it was Tuesday around mid-day by now and the likely hood of finding someone to oblige in a foreign country was pretty remote. I found it difficult to stop viewing the porn and felt guilty that I had to do something else with the rest of the day? A spot of retail therapy should help. I had a look around the town centre and was surprised to find C & A were still going exactly as they were in the UK, Etam was purely lingerie and looked really nice, I counted five lingerie shops which seemed excessive for such a small town. I had a good look round but really didn't have my mind on it. I bought two bottles of wine and some chocolate in a small supermarket for later. I looked at a number menus of restaurants but everything was in Dutch I did make out that everything seemed to be with chips.One 'pub type' places did have English translations one listed liver with onions with vegetables. I ordered it but was really disappointed as the veg was just a token decoration on the plate which was accompanied by a bowl of chips. I could see why one of the reasons that James was so attracted to taking an apartment. Which reminded me I needed to convince myself that last night was just a one off and he hadn't moved her in. I drove to the plant arriving around 4.30 p.m. his car was parked there so I then drove to his apartment parking up to wait. James arrived home just before six and 'she' was with him again. Once is a one off twice is a bit more serious. I sat and had a cigarette contemplating what to do, go and confront him by ringing on the door bell, or just leaving it for now? I was still undecided when my mobile started ringing, it frightened the life out of me, who the hell could it be? It was James "Hi ya how are you?" He asked, I had a job to answer as my throat suddenly went dry. "Oh fine" I said "and you?" "Yeh OK, I'm missing you, have you been up to anything special today?" He asked, Oh my god he's seen me I thought and was testing me. "No I've just done a bit of shopping in Brum today that's all. How about you had a good day at work" I asked. "I've been pretty busy, I'm still here at the moment but hope to get away soon" was his reply. The lying bastard I thought, I've just seen him go into his apartment with his bloody Dutch tart! I had to end the conversation pretty quick or risk loosing my control. We chatted about a few mundane things I said "I must go as I was just about to eat when you rang" "Ok" he replied "speak to you soon, love you". I was seething but decided to go back to the hotel and think things through. Back at the hotel I had a bite to eat in the restaurant and then went into the bar and ordered a double vodka and lemonade. As I sat drinking, I took a look at what was on offer male wise. Not a lot, two young lads were on the public computers on Facebook, two old guys in their late fifties chatting, another guy working on his laptop and that was it really. I had another drink, trying the barman was out of the question as he was so camp it was untrue. After another vodka I was getting bored at the lack of male opportunity. I had plenty of thinking time though and was wondering was it me that had caused James to stray, was I un-adventurous with sex? Being Dutch was she more like the porn stars on channel 30? Was it the fact I had put on weight and a lot of other things combined? I decided to wait before confronting him, I had the photos which were dated as proof if needed them concluding that if James could play around then so could I. It was still pretty early when I got back to my room nothing interested me on the straight channels so I clicked on my new found favorite 30 and opened a bottle of wine. I could see a film was just finishing as a girl's arse was being pounded by a massive cock, the majority the films I had seen so far ended this way. I undressed and settled down with a glass of wine and my chocolate feeling pretty relaxed due to the vodkas. The next film was in German and the film was set in a sex club the plot was a gang bang. The stars were four women all with huge tits and slim figures being fucked, wanked over or sucking cocks, swallowing cum from what seemed like an endless supply of studs with varying sized cocks. I masturbated again as I watched cumming several times envying the girls enjoyment and pleasure. It was during one of my recovery periods after climaxing watching this film that it dawned on me that there could be similar clubs like this in Holland. I turned on my laptop and start searching the Internet. I Googled sex clubs in Holland but only came up with clubs catering for males such as massage parlours or brothels I clicked a link on one of them, it took me to a 'Parenclub' everything was in Dutch, but by putting the link into Google translation I got the gist that this club catered for couples single males and single females. It was pretty obvious by the photos that this was not a massage club aimed just at single males but more of a couples sex club with a bar and dance floor, mixed Jacuzzi, private and themed rooms etc. But the location was miles away from where I was. Clicking more links got me to other similar sites but all of them were unsuitable they were either too far away, were for couples only or had singles nights only on Saturdays which was when I was due to fly home. After what seemed like hours I found a Paren club list for all of Holland. It was a map of Holland with all the clubs shown. I found the area where I was staying and there looked like one fairly close to Roosendal called 'Parenclub Mystique'. The site was in Dutch with just one page in English looking at the events programme and using Google translation I found that there was a single males/females night on Thursdays. It was now getting late and I decided to get some sleep I book marked the page and again set my mobile phone for 6.30 a.m. I apologise for such a lengthy description of how and what set me on the road to my sexual discovery but editing it down just didn't make sense. There's a lot more to come if you would like to hear how I changed from being a straight 'normal' perhaps boring female into an unfaithful cum slut wife!