Well you asked for some more so here goes. The first thing I did when I got home was jump in the shower and wash the remains of James' sperm, still oozing from my pussy and took the opportunity to shave the stubbly growth from my mound and between my legs. The second thing was to put my clothes in the washer to get rid of the spunk soaking my shorts, Finally I had to clean the drivers seat in my car and remove the large stain from all the juices that had leaked from my pussy on the drive home. That done I had a large glass of wine to calm me while cooking the evening meal for me and my husband. I felt a bit guilty about being unfaithful, but justified it to myself. He wouldn't see a doctor, he couldn't fuck me so I'd found some one who would. The fact that James was young, fit and had such a big cock, may have had something to do with it too!! As I said at the end of the first post, James and I went out for a ride after I finished work the next evening. Mounting Toby, my horse, my pussy was already wet in anticipation of James fucking me again. I saw Harry the yard manager watching us. “Enjoy your ride” he called giving me a wink as we passed. He obviously knew or suspected that James had fucked me the previous day. I hoped I could trust him to keep his mouth shut. I liked Harry, deciding I might have to let him fuck me just to make sure of his silence. I had more important things to think about at that moment. The movement of the saddle, between my legs and the thought of James' cock was making me wetter and wetter, and my nipples poke out. I wasn't wearing a bra, and although my tits are quite small, they were jiggling with the movement of the horse and my nipples were rubbing against my shirt, which would make them sore. Neither of us had mentioned the previous day and it occurred to me he might think I didn't want to do it again. I soon rectified that. I was following James, we'd reached the woods, so I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it open, exposing my tits. The warm evening sun and light wind on my naked breasts, made my nipples even harder “James, take the next fork right, into the woods. Lets find somewhere we can fuck” I called. He turned and grinned, that twinkle in his eye again, when he saw my naked tits. I followed him down a path little wider than the horses, into a clearing, a stream running through it. He helped me down, his hands, moving up my body to my tits. I winced when he touched my side and told him he'd have to wait until the bruising went before he could play with both my tits. We tethered the horses where they could drink from the stream and found a grassy spot for ourselves. I dropped my shirt on the ground, sat struggling to get my boots off, my ribs still tender. In the end I gave up and told James he'd have to undress me if he wanted to fuck me. I got my Jodhpurs unfastened, pushed them and my panties down to the top of my thighs, letting me at least stroke my pussy whilst watching him undress. In my eagerness for him to fuck me the previous day, I hadn't had time to admire his fit young body. Wide shouldered, his chest almost hairless, muscular thighs and swinging between his legs, the bit I was most familiar with, his wonderful large cock. He gave his cock a few strokes, it grew noticeably harder and bigger as he approached. He crouched next to me, unzipped my boots and removed them. He gripped my Jodhpurs and peeled them and my panties down my legs and pulled them off. I lay before him naked, opened my legs wider, displaying my wet pink hole to him, showing him I was ready to be fucked. He lay down on his side next to me, kissing my neck then sucking the nipple on my unbruised tit. I searched for and found his cock, wrapped my fingers around his shaft, wanking him, feeling his cock harden and grow, until I couldn't close my fingers around his girth. I continued wanking him until he was fully erect, impatient to feel his fat cock inside me again. His fingers brushed across my shaved mons, he commented how nice and smooth it felt and that I was the first woman he'd been with who shaved their pussy. “Much nicer when you go down on me too” I replied, gasping as I felt his fingertips stroking my clitoris, then his fingers delving into my hole. Nice as it was being finger fucked, I really wanted him inside me, “Oh God I want you cock” I sighed. He moved to get on top of me. “Stop. That'll hurt my ribs. Turn on you back and I'll ride you” I told him. He rolled on his back, his beautiful erect cock standing upright, the veins distended, by the blood pumping through his throbbing shaft. I swung a leg over him, crouched above his prick, held it steady, aiming it at my dripping cunt. I lowered myself onto him, felt his knob, slip between my pussy lips and enter me. I lent forward, adjusting my position slightly for better, more comfortable and deeper penetration, then slowly sank down, taking inch after inch of his thick, throbbing cock into my welcoming pussy. It felt even larger and harder than the previous day, maybe because I was more relaxed. I took his length, sat with his cock buried deep inside me, using my cunt muscles to massage his shaft, savouring the wonderful sensation of having my love hole so stretched and comprehensively filled. I began to rock on him, rubbing my clitoris against his pubis, back and fore, until I felt him, moving his hips, trying to fuck me. I raised myself until only his knob was inside me, then lowered myself, riding him as he thrust his cock into me. I could feel that warm pre orgasm glow building, rode him harder, bouncing on his slick, cunt juice lubricated prick. My excitement mounted each time my clit slammed against him, I couldn't stop myself from crying out. “Fuck me James, Fuck Me. FUCK ME. I'm going to cum” My orgasm was close, I got louder, FUCK ME HARDER. FUCK ME HARDER” he rammed his cock into me, lifting me off the ground. I'M GOING TO CUM. I'M GOING TO CUM. I'M GOING TO CUM” I repeated over and over again. My orgasm hit me. I'M CUMMING. I'M CUMMING. CUM IN MY CUNT.” I practically screamed, uncaring if anyone could hear. It was almost a race to see who would cum first. I won, but only just, arching my back, my cunt muscles rippling along his shaft, milking his cock as I climaxed. He thrust into me three or four more times, ejaculating heavily and repeatedly deep in my cunt, as only a young guy can. We lay for about ten minutes, still coupled, as his cock softened inside me, until I moved and his prick slipped from my pussy followed by a flood of his spunk. I got up and wandered over to the stream, splashing water on my pussy, washing most of the spunk off. I could see Toby watching with what appeared to be a look of disapproval on his face. I know not likely but he turned his back when I went back over to James, lay down next to him with my head on his chest. Half an hour or so of stroking and sucking his cock and he was ready to go again. This time he fucked me from behind, with me bent over a fallen tree. He lasted about 15 minutes, made me orgasm twice before he finally gave me another load of his seed. By then, it was getting cool. I used my panties to wipe my pussy, we dressed and returned to the stables as the sun was setting. I always shower as soon as I get home from the stables, so there was nothing unusual when that’s what I did when I returned home that night. Showered, clothes in the washing machine, all the evidence of my elicit fuck removed. The next few days the weather wasn't great, we hacked out but it was to cold to strip off and have sex, so I gave him a blow job. On the Monday, Harry was about the yard. I'd been avoiding him, but he didn't say anything. The barn was out of the question with Harry around, James was living at home until he found a job and I couldn't risk taking him home with me. In the end, we drove out into the country, to a disused airfield and he fucked me in the back of my car. The end of the month was approaching and my livery bill was due to be paid, there was no avoiding seeing Harry. I'd got the cheque made out, went through the barn to his office. Gave him the cheque, waiting while he wrote out a receipt. He handed it to me, then opened his desk drawer, reached in and held up my missing panties. “Yours I think” he said looking very serious. I felt myself blushing, reaching for them, taking them from him. “Thank you” I said wondering what the catch was. “Are you going to tell my husband?” I asked quietly. “I wasn't planning on telling him” he replied with a smile. I felt relieved, still not sure I was going to get away with it or if there was a price to pay. “I suppose you'll want to fuck me then” I said. His reply surprised me. “I'm not going to say anything to him. It's not worth the grief. If you want a shag that’s great. If you don't your secret is safe. But a word of advice, be careful, not everyone will keep quiet if they find out James is fucking you” which I thought was sweet of him and definitely deserving of a reward. We were interrupted before I could take things further, but when everyone had gone I gave him a blow job and about a day or two later he became the second guy to fuck me in less than a fortnight. I had no reason not to tell James that Harry knew or that he was fucking me too. It meant that if it wasn't warm enough or to wet, to fuck out in the woods, which seemed to be most of last summer, we could fuck in the barn. It wasn't long before they were both fucking me either in the barn or office, including the occasional threesome, and I found I liked being fucked by one man then immediately being fucked by a second, or sucking one whilst being fucked by the other. James at least had managed to find a job, and had moved into a flat, sharing with a friend. It gave us somewhere else to go for sex, once or twice a week, usually during the day. I worked 3 or 4 days most weeks, he worked shifts. It was the end of July by then, my husband needed to go and visit his brother for the weekend to discuss family matters. I'd never got on with his brother so was not going to accompany him. My husband departed at about 5pm, I was being fucked by James before 7pm, before going out for a few drinks with James and his flatmate Rob. It turned into a bit of a pub crawl, meeting mates of theirs. I was introduced as a friend from horse riding but it was soon obvious they all knew he was shagging me. I was enjoying myself, merry rather than drunk. Although my bruised ribs and boob had recovered, I wasn't wearing a bra. Somehow the conversation had got around to my bruised tit. I boasted that my boobs were better than a woman half my age and to prove it pulled up my top, showing the lads my tits. That was the night, 27th July 2012, that I took the first steps from just having a couple of guys fucking me to becoming a slut. At the end of the evening, I went back to the flat with James, Rob and two of the other guys, whose names I can't even remember and the four of them fucked me. I hate to admit this but I was in my element. Four virile young guys. Four hard cocks for me to suck and for them to satisfy me with. They all took turns fucking me, not once but repeatedly, two, three and one of them fucked me four times. It was fortunate the flat above was empty because I was at my verbal best, shouting and screaming to be fucked or loudly moaning and groaning in orgasmic heaven. I was laid on the bed being fucked for the 8th or 9th time, so I was distracted when they mentioned going out the next night for a bonfire party in a disused quarry not far out of town the following night. When they asked if I wanted to go with them there was no way I was going to refuse. I should have been listening more closely to their plans and didn't think to enquire who or how many would be going. Perhaps rashly I said, “You can count me in as long as you all fuck me” I should have known from the looks they exchanged that I was letting myself in for more than I thought. Though I didn't realise it at the time, I was already well on the way to becoming a Slut, Harry's advice to be careful who I let fuck me forgotten in my greed for cock. If you want more, just ask and I'll try to oblige because as you may have realised I’m normally a very obliging girl.