A little story, an interesting episode that got my husband very excited when I told him, he also suggesting I write it for SH (after asking him how and why he found SH). I shall call myself Sue. I’m 38, no children so have kept my figure (and looks). Hubby is Nick, 40, also good looking and also pretty fit bod. We celebrated or tenth wedding anniversary earlier this year, like our sex, not afraid to show each other we do, and what we want when we’re horny. Nick plays golf and goes off to Portugal for a long weekend with buddies three or four times a year. They are all male affairs so what he gets up to when there is a mystery. Does he fuck the ladies when he’s there? Don’t know, don’t ask, don’t want to know but, secretly, hope he does, maybe he’ll discover what a good fuck I am, or maybe learn something new he can use in our lovemaking. Just so long as he doesn’t sleep with slags and brings back anything anti-social. What do I when he’s away? Well, I’ve often felt like being picked up by a stranger, having a drink, a good meal, and a good fucking session with a bloke whose name I hardly know. Edgy, exciting. What normally happens though is that as I wave Nick goodbye on the Friday I confirm with my friend Karen where and when we meet. If she’s busy with her hubby that weekend then we’ll eek out a few hours to meet on the Friday evening. That’s what we did this time. As per normal, we agreed to meet in a South Ken wine bar, the plan being, as always, to move onto a nearby restaurant for a meal, then home. We’re no slouches when it comes to dressing up for our evenings out. Karen is also late thirties, also slim and being part Greek has amazing looks and olive skin, lovely figure, great legs and on this occasion wore her white suit, jacket edged in black, short skirt to reveal the lace tops of her near nude hold up stockings. I also wore hold ups, slightly more tanned in hue but hidden beneath my slightly longer skirt, matched with a low-cut top over my push-up bra. Yes, we looked like two ladies on the pull. Our bottle of white wine, standing at the bar, or grabbing a free table, it took no time at all before we had one guy after another try his luck with us, each time being very killjoy with our firm ‘sorry!’ Except on one occasion a year or so ago Karen actually went off with a guy, leaving me high and dry, to fuck him in the back of his car, cheekily returning half an hour later to finish her drink, me by that time deeply ensconced with a very charming, sophisticated (and handsome) older guy for whom, had Karen not returned, I almost certainly would have dropped my knickers! But I didn’t. He took my number and rang me a few days later. But that’s another story. We didn’t know it but this evening was going to see a change of plan. We bought our bottle of dry white wine, found some space at the bar, glugged away, gossiped, caught up with each other’s news, me envious of Karen and her hubby going off around the Med on their yacht, living the high life. Then, just minutes after we grabbed a free table, out of the crowd, two very tall guys fetched up at our table. ‘Grigor!’ exclaimed Karen. It transpired Grigor was a Russian business associate of her hubby. And with Grigor was Antov. Both were early thirties, extremely good looking, extremely expensively clothed in smooth suits, shirts, shoes and glorious gold neck chains. Cut a long story short, by midnight we were all at Grigor’s and Karen and I were fucking both men, and so athletic were we all we indulged in much mutual sucking off, and for me some gloriously mind-blowing anal. But well before then we all sat at the small table in the wine bar, tried very hard to hold conversations in the noise, eventually giving up when our bottle of wine ran dry, walking next door to the restaurant. It soon became apparent that both men were millionaires, buying and selling oil and gas, and god knows what else. Grigor had an apartment back of Park Lane while Antov was over from Russia on one of his fortnightly meetings with Grigor and other business associates, wives conveniently left behind in Russia. Their English was very good, certainly better than my Russian (zilch) and as we moved from dessert to coffee and brandy I was certainly in a mellow, warm, fuzzy mood and, yes, horny! For the first time that evening I knew my icy British reserve had finally melted and, blatantly flirting, found myself re-arranging Antov’s neck chain and, with my face so close to his, he kissed me, and I responded, a few seconds of passion in a restaurant! I felt a million dollars! And that was the first time I wondered if both men would invite us back to the Park Lane apartment. When Grigor eventually did extend the invitation both Karen and I jointly sung a ‘let’s go!’ Of course, the apartment was very large. The lounge was the size of a football pitch, two large settees separated by a large marble table. As Karen and Grigor settled on one settee other side of a marble table, Antov and I got comfortable on the other settee. We all knew why we were there and in no time Karen and Grigor were exchanging deep passionate kisses, with me and Antov not far behind. Within a minute or so Antov’s hand was inside my skirt, caressing my stockings, easing my knickers away as I parted my legs, lifted my bottom to make it easier for him, and when they fell to my ankles to rest on my shoes I tingled when Antov slid two fingers inside my pussy! When we broke off kissing, I smiled, dropped my hands and slowly unzipped his trousers, easing his fully hard manhood out. It was standard size, circumcised, looked fat. I dropped my head and took the cock in my mouth, licking the head, biting it gently, slowly working more of the six inches across my tongue, deeper into my mouth. I sucked Antov’s cock for a good five minutes, enjoying its juices and their taste, then got up, kicked off shoes and knickers, undid my skirt, threw it on the table, and climbed onto the settee, my legs apart and across Antov, fully expecting to lower my (very greedy) pussy down onto his bulging manhood. No! He, instead, took my waist and brought me forward as he slid beneath me and, wham, his mouth is at my pussy, tongue darting in, teeth gently biting my labia. I let out a loudish ‘wow!’ as I revel in his mouth, teeth and tongue, eating me out, seeking my clitoris. I give him a great big smile, then move my pussy around his mouth, pull my top off, discard my bra, inviting his hands up to massage my boobs, squeeze both nipples, and I’m beginning to float into a growing nirvana, my head back, eyes closed, welcoming, enjoying this great looking guy, almost ten years my junior, bringing me off with his expert tongue and wonderful teeth. And only then does this very horny guy decide that he is now ready for me to fuck him. His hands slowly lift me off his mouth and guide my body back as he slides up. We look at each other, no expression on our faces, just that look that says ‘this is it, the real thing...’ And he brings my hips down as I hold still his manhood and – wham! – it slides into my pussy without a hitch! His cock feels so big, so wonderful, so satisfying inside me. I fall forward and we kiss very passionately. I bring my head up, then raise my hips, then down, very slowly at first, then I begin to get a little more exercised, his cock sinking deep inside me, then almost out before I drop again. And so it proceeds until within five minutes I find I’m pumping him like a steam hammer, his cock filling my pussy, touching my womb deep inside. It feels so fucking good, heaven, and I’m moaning in ecstasy, ‘yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, god you feel so big, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me, oh Antov, this is so fucking good...’ Then – bang! – I feel this gorgeous hunk freeze beneath me, then let out a very loud Russian word, then unlock his balls, his cock shooting his welcome spunk deep inside me, four amazing spurts. God! I immediately feel the warmth of his cum rapidly spreading out behind my belly button. I am one happy woman as I drop my head and deliver a very passionate kiss on Antov’s mouth. Torridly, our mouths interlock, tongues in a frenzy, Antov’s hands massaging my boobs, his gallon of spunk running down my legs, soaking into stocking tops. I eventually break off and get up, ‘bathroom..’ Only then do I clock Karen and Grigor. She is flat on her back, legs in the air, like me naked except stockings, Grigor has his back ramrod straight, ramming her like a possessed maniac, his hands playing with her boobs. Karen sees me, smiles, gives me a sly wink. In the bathroom for a good ten minutes I fix hair and make-up and on returning to the lounge soon discover that the men have changed places. It dawns on me that I am going to be serviced by Grigor while Karen is already sucking off Antov, me hoping she can taste my pussy juices on Antov’s cock. Wow! Serviced by two strangers in one evening! Grigor is on the settee where Antov had been just a few minutes earlier, completely naked and, despite fucking Karen just minutes before, he has impressively kept a very attractive hard on. He’s longer than Antov and I willingly fall to the floor between his legs, lean forward and take his cock in my mouth, revelling in the taste of Karen’s pussy juices and Grigor’s sperm that coat his manhood. It takes a few minutes of TLC but I manage to ease most of Grigor’s cock into my mouth before he places a hand on my head, stops me in my tracks. He smiles, ‘I want your arse...’ OK, I say to myself, then pipe up, ‘You want anal? You want to fuck my arse?’ Yes, he replies and I get up, climb onto the settee, he moves and I fall onto my stomach, backside in the air. His hands are on my hips, I part my legs. Then I feel his cock head touch my anus then, wow, it is pushed in, my ring opening to accommodate Grigor’s impressive cock girth. It’s all the way in within a few seconds and it brings an amazing sensation, like my first kiss, like my first fuck, like my first blow job, my first mouth of male cum, and yes like that first time that girl at uni sucked me off...Hubby Nick has fucked my anus many times but this is so very different. This feels like a new dimension in enjoyment, Grigor’s bigger than Nick, maybe that’s it. He slides in, then out, very slowly, determinedly, an amazing tingle spreading up my spine as he slides to and fro, excitement building, ecstasy growing. And in a few minutes Grigor ups the intensity and we’re in second gear, then third, then fourth and like he was ramming Karen’s pussy so he’s ramming my anus, completely and utterly mindblowing for both of us, this is best arse fuck I’ve had in a long, long time...And ten minutes later, my head full of yellows and blacks, Grigor yells out and somewhere deep inside my anal canal his cock explodes, jetting spurts of hot Slavic sperm in the red hot climax of one of the most wonderful, exciting and satisfying anal fucks I’ve ever had. And that was it. I went back to the bathroom, leaving Karen riding Antov. When I got back Grigor was dressed and on the phone in an intense conversation, Antov and Karen in a post-coital kiss. It was one in the morning and when I dug my mobile out of my bag there were two text messages from Nick. I began to get dressed as Karen went to the bathroom. I tapped out a short reply to Nick, ‘...lovely evening, just been fucked by two Russians...’ He’d receive it as a joke, and that was fine by me. I gave Antov my mobile, asked him to call when next in London. Grigor wanted us out and called us a cab, and we made it home to deepest Parsons Green where Karen’s husband greeted us in their mansion-sized house, no apparent questions asked about our late arrival. I slept the evening off in a guest bedroom and disappeared home early in the morning before Karen and hubby are up. A few hours later I got a call from Antov. He wanted to see me before flying back to Moscow early Monday morning. So we met, Sunday pub lunch. And in his hotel room we fucked, and fucked and fucked until the early evening, until I had no energy left and he had no spunk left. He had to get ready anyway for a business meeting later that evening. But not before he dug out of his jacket pocket a white envelope and handed it to me. ‘What’s this?’ I asked opening it up to see a wad of banknotes. ‘Eh, what’s this?’ But I already knew, of course. I was being paid for sex! Antov thought I was a hooker! Seeing the incredulous look on my face turning to a big smile as I saw each note was £50, he asked me if I’d like to escort some of his clients when they came to London, £1,000 a time, cash in hand! Yes, please I thought! And ‘OK...as long as they are good looking, young guys like you...’ is what I said, wondering if hubby would ever give me the green light, wondering if the grand we’d spend together would swing Nick, allowing his wife becoming a belle du jour! Hubby flew back on Monday afternoon, I got home from work at around 7, and as he was horny and I was horny we fell into bed for an incredibly enjoyable sex session, and when he asked how my weekend went, I told him. Everything! He didn’t believe me at first but I insisted and he got very excited. It turned him on and we savoured the most exciting sex the two of us had enjoyed in a very long time. And it continues. I’ve only got to tell him what Antov and Grigor did to me to get hubby’s cock hard, and the invitation to become a hooker, and his juices start running! And while there’s nothing yet from Antov on my first client, as to SH...after some research on the internet Nick and I are exchanging emails with two couples, looking to dip our toes in the swinging scene, see if we like it!