I had a successful trip to York last week, and picked up a guy to fuck me. If I get a chance I'll write about it sometime. Sorry I haven't been able to post this part sooner, been busy at work, Christmas shopping etc. As soon as we got to Nicks secluded house, he took my jacket, all I was wearing. I'd taken off my skirt and top earlier, when I'd walked naked along the street, to the car park. He showed me through to the conservatory, asking if I'd ever had sex in a hot tub. I hadn't but said I'd like to. He opened the sliding doors on to the decking, revealing a large hot tub just outside. I sat on the edge took off my shoes, rolled the stockings down my legs and climbed in. He undressed and joined me in the hot bubbling water. We sat kissing, touching each other intimately, talking. I excitedly told him what a turn on I'd found being naked in public, even if it was only for a short time. He mentioned his holiday. I discovered that he went to Maspalomas for the nude beach and which was why he liked to shave his pubes. “Much more pleasant to suck” I told him. He gave my pubes a gentle tug. ”A smooth pussy is much nicer to go down on too” he replied I can take a hint, and asked if he wanted to shave me. “After I've fucked you” he replied, lifting me up and lowering me on to his rampant cock. It was wonderful, rising up and down on his prick, in the buoyant water, as he fucked me gently to orgasm. He hadn't cum, he lifted me off his erection, turned me over and with my hands resting on the side of the tub, entered me from behind. He continued fucking me, this time, more urgently, thrusting his cock into me deep and hard. He delayed ejaculating until I was in the middle of a second shuddering climax, his pulsing cock flooding my cunt with spunk as he emptied his balls inside me.. After we'd fucked I sat in the tub, with his spunk leaking from my pussy. While he fetched a bowl of hot water, scissors, a fresh razor, shaving foam and a soft towel I amused myself by sticking my fingers in my cunt, drawing his semen out watching it separating and floating in the water. When he returned I climbed out and lay on a lounger, legs spread wide, feet on the ground, ready for him to shave my pussy. I had no concerns about letting him do it, I'd easily explain my hairless pussy to my husband when he eventually noticed. I'd already lied and deceived him once, lying about how my pussy was shaved would be minor in comparison. Apart from that I already knew I'd have no qualms about being devious and deceitful whenever Nick wanted to have me or I wanted his gorgeous cock. I sat up, watching as he carefully trimmed my pubes as close to the skin as he could. He chatted about Maspalomas, how liberating it was being naked and how he'd watched people having sex in the dunes. My ears pricked up at that revelation. He told me about seeing women, tossing guys off, others sucking cocks, more just being watched, sucking and fucking their partners, a women being fucked by numerous guys. Most had groups of people, mostly men, standing watching, some wanking. One older woman had laid on a mat, legs spread wide masturbating, a group of men surrounding her, all wanking, taking turns to ejaculate on her body. He'd fucked a couple of the women and had a blow job off another. It all sounded incredibly horny and debauched and something I could see myself doing given the opportunity. He described another part of the dunes where he'd watched guys masturbating each other and performing fellatio on other guys. “Did any of them suck your cock?” I asked, only in jest. To my surprise he unhesitatingly said that one had and he'd sucked another in a threesome, sucking one guys cock while the third guy sucked his. “Is that a problem for you?” he enquired. It wasn't at all. Picturing him, sucking a guys cock just made him more exciting and beguiling to me. “Was it all men, weren't there any women playing?” I enquired. He told me not so many but he'd seen a couple of woman kissing and fingering each other and two in a sixty nine. “Does that appeal to you?” he asked. I was reminded of my fantasy of performing cunnilingus on Julie, when I'd been masturbating on the trampoline. “Ummm. it might” I replied non-committally. He suggested we should try and find a way for me to go to Maspalomas with him next time. It sounded wonderful but I couldn't imagine any way I'd be able to accompany him. He spread shaving foam between my legs and over my mound then picked up a razor. Telling me more about his holiday he began to shave my pussy. He started either side of my hole, stretching my pussy lips to shave all the crinkly bits. He covered my clitoris with his fingers, protecting it while he carefully shaved around it. He moved onto my mound, shaving one side then the other, removing a strip of hair with each stroke of the razor. He lathered and shaved me again, removing the few hairs he missed, until my pussy was completely bald and soft to the touch. He hadn't finished though. He got me to turn over, kneel with by bum up, holding my cheeks apart while he shaved my bum crack, around my anus to my cunt. Satisfied that I was perfectly smooth from front to back, he wiped the remaining foam off, then rubbed a cooling, soothing lotion into my freshly shaven pussy. I touched myself, stroking the soft smooth skin. He fetched a mirror, held it between my legs. I sat up admiring my now totally exposed pussy, thinking how much sexier it looked, and I felt, without pubic hair concealing my sex. I couldn't stop touching myself, slipping two fingers in, splaying them. Holding my cunt open, I laid back while he took pictures and video clips with his phone. I started masturbating without embarrassment enjoying being watched. The new “ME” felt completely relaxed and at ease being watched performing a sex act which until a few hours earlier I'd have considered private. I climaxed after a few minutes, but wasn't satisfied. I was still horny and hungry for more and asked him to take me to his bed and fuck me. Using my hands, mouth, tongue and lips, I coaxed his cock back to life until he was ready to fuck again. He was considerate, took his time, changing position several times, penetrating me deeply when he took me from behind, my favourite position. He was gentle, then rougher when I asked to be fucked harder. He ensured that I climaxed twice in quick succession and was cumming for an unprecedented third time when he began thrusting his cock into me forcefully, pumping his spunk into my receptive cunt. I'd never had sex like it or been so expertly fucked. Afterwards in bed, we lay talking about things that really turned me on or I'd always wanted to try. I told him about Dave and Julie, how I sneaked into the garden after they left and what I'd imagined, including the bit about going down on Julie. The second time, sex with another woman had been mentioned in a short time. This time he asked explicitly if I'd have sex with another woman. I think it was partly bravado, trying to impress and partly because the idea of having sex with another woman interested me, that led me to saying I wasn't against the possibility. “I'll take that as a yes” he responded. “I think you probably can” I agreed, though I had no idea how I'd go about finding someone willing. I continued describing other things that I might like to try “The idea of being watched having sex, particularly outdoors, excites me. Just imagine if instead of Lucy catching us, we'd been on that beach at Maspalomas. That would have been horny” I replied eagerly. Thinking of my fantasies I told him I wanted to explore and experience the kinkier side of sex too. “Such as?” he asked. “Anal sex, perhaps bondage” then remembering Julie and Dave again “A threesome” I suggested tentatively. He asked if there was anything else. “I'll leave that up to you” adding with a wicked grin that my cunt, my mouth and maybe my arse too, if I like anal, were his to use, whenever and as often as he wished, in any way he desired,. A slow leisurely morning fuck would have been nice. But I wanted to get to the stables early, to retrieve my car and not be seen arriving with Nick. I fetched my clothes from his car, wore just my jeans and polo top, he still hadn't returned my G-string. He drove us to the stables, we walked across a couple of fields to a third where our horses were grazing to check they were alright. It was a beautiful warm sunny morning. We could see a two or three people arriving at the stables about 500 yards away, to help clear up after the barbecue, no one nearer. With a gleam in his eye he said he wanted to fuck me in the field if I was up for it. I was willing to do anything he asked. This one was easy. I wanted to have sex outdoors and immediately agreed. Horses forgotten, I pulled my top over my head, tugging my jeans down, I was naked in a flash. I knelt in front of him, stroking, kissing, then sucking his erect cock. He pushed me onto my back and spread my legs. I didn't need any foreplay, my cunt was already wet and we fucked me in the cool lush grass. I could have laid there naked with him, fucking all day but I really had to get home. Reluctantly I dressed, and we checked the horses before returning to our cars and I watched him drive off. Driving home I was reminded of our recent fuck by his spunk leaking from my pussy, soaking into the crotch of my jeans. I called to my husband to say I was home, didn't wait for a reply but went straight upstairs to the bathroom. I stripped off my sticky jeans. I couldn't resist sniffing, then licking the crotch, inhaling the aroma and tasting his delicious spunk before I showered. I took my spunk stained jeans and the polo top downstairs with my other washing and stuck it all in the washing machine. I made a coffee, went through to the lounge, to find my husband working as usual. I didn't try to conceal that my pussy was shaved. He noticed two days later when I undressed for bed, I told him I had decided to try smooth, suggesting he might like to make mad passionate love after I'd shaved and had my shower. I'm not even sure he was listening, sitting up in bed, reading a report he'd received by email. Had he grabbed me, thrown me on the bed, gone down on me and fucked me after my shower I might have had second thoughts about me and Nick, though I doubt it. Instead, when I returned the lights were off and he was asleep. That was it as far as I was concerned, obviously he considered his work more important than me. If he couldn't be bothered to fuck me I knew someone who could satisfy me and was far more adventurous. I told Lucy everything at the first opportunity. She sat open mouthed as I described flashing the van driver, the guys at the bar, walking naked along the street. I told her about him shaving my pussy and how amazing he was in bed. “When you get fed up with him send him my way” she suggested. “I can't imagine growing bored of his lovely cock or his imaginative sex” I told her. She reckoned that I was being a greedy slut. We tried to be discreet. Lucy told me that the gossip at the stables was that Nick was shagging me. I was passed caring what they thought. We fucked at every opportunity over the next few weeks. Out in the fields on the occasions it was warm enough, laid on the grass unless it was wet with dew. If the ground was damp I'd bend over and hang onto the water trough or wall while he fucked me from behind, or I'd give him a blow job, letting him cum in my mouth and swallowing now I'd discovered I liked the taste of spunk. Other times we'd fuck standing up, me with my arms around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, bouncing on his cock. We loaded our horses in his box and went out for a days hacking out, with two interruptions to fuck in some woods, and later on a river bank. My husband was used to me spending a lot of time with my horse and so disinterested in my riding that it probably never even occurred to him to ask who I was going with, so it was relatively easy to get away with it. I managed to go to Nick's, and spend afternoons or evenings with him. As soon as I arrived I'd undress and spend the whole time naked. We'd have sex in his bed, the hot tub, or my preference fucking in the garden. We managed to fuck most days. Unfortunately the opportunities for me to indulge my new found liking for exhibitionism were curtailed to some extent but not totally. Nights together were more difficult, though we managed a couple with Lucy's help. Then some good news. My husbands promised promotion was confirmed. With immediate effect his new job entailed him travelling, away from home at least two days and some times all week. I could hardly believe my luck. His first trip arrived and I was able to spend two nights with Nick for some really dirty sex. The garden of his detached Victorian house, surrounded by high hedges was ideal for sex outdoors. The nearest neighbour was over a 150 yards down the lane, a holiday cottage which was rarely occupied, no chance of being seen or heard. Just as well really because it was in the garden, on a warm evening, that he chose to take my anal virginity. He'd been preparing me for about 10 days, an anal douche, inserting well lubricated butt plugs in my arse, starting with a slim one, working up to one about as thick as his cock. He'd leave it in my bum when we fucked. I found the sensation of his cock in my pussy and the plug in my bum more than pleasant. I felt that my anus was accustomed enough to being penetrated and eager to experience a real hot hard cock in my bum, told him I was ready to attempt anal sex. It was a nice evening, still sunny, I was already in the garden naked. He fetched the douche, inserted the nozzle in my anus, forced the contents in to rectum then, refilled it. I held the liquid in my arse before squatting and squirting the dirty, shit flecked liquid on to the flowerbeds. He flushed me until the liquid ran clean, then lubricated my bum hole. Despite my anus, and his cock being well lubed it caused me some discomfort when he inserted his prick. I made quite a lot of noise, squealing as he entered me, his knob forcing my anus open. I screamed as he broke through the resistance of my tightest hole and slid his cock up my arse. Once it was in, it was much more comfortable. I shrieked in triumph that I'd taken him, rubbing my clit as he fucked my bum. He fucked me at a slow steady pace, penetrating me with his full length. I frigged my clit faster. He waited until I gasped I was close to climax, before fucking me harder, cumming in my arse moments after I orgasmed. Once I experienced the delights of a cock in my arse I was a convert. Talking afterwards, he said I was turning into a kinky slut. He said he'd have to introduce me to other kinky things, telling me I'd have to wait and see and changed the subject, when I asked what he had in mind. I thought about what they might be when I got home. That was soon forgotten. I had other things to think about the following day. Carolyn xxx.