I'm afraid this story is a bit long but I wanted to try and explain the hows, whys and wherefores so it hopefully makes sense. I did consider splitting it into two parts but it was already written so decided to post the lot in one go. So here goes Until eight months ago I'd never seen a pornographic film, been in a sex shop, owned or used a vibrator, I'd never felt the need. I had some sexy undies, stocking and suspenders which I wore sometimes if we went out. The only man I'd had sex with or seen me naked since we married 12 years ago was my husband, Jon. We had frequent and quite adventurous sex until earlier last year. I'd rather have died than been watched having sex, let two men have me at the same time or engage in any number sex acts I'd read of but never tried. That was then, this is now! Earlier last year Jon seemed to go off sex, hardly noticed me any more and the sex became pretty unsatisfactory. I sucked him off and things but he seemed disinterested which I put down to hard work. As I say, that was about eight months ago when all that changed and I discovered he was having an affair, no wonder he hardly noticed me or wanted sex. My first reaction was to confront him, when he got back from his latest business trip two days later. However, that night after showering I stood naked in front of the wardrobe mirror taking stock. I think I look good for thirty six, still a size 10, nice legs no cellulite thank god, firm little bum, flat tummy, boobs maybe a bit small, a pert 32b, a few small laughter lines around my eyes all in all not to bad I decided. I still got chatted up and I knew men turned to look at me if I passed them in the street. I sat on the bed, parted my legs just looking at my pussy in the mirror, thinking about having sex with another man wondering how it would feel to have a different cock inside me. Almost without thinking I did something I hadn't done for ages, played with myself, enjoying the feel of my fingers on my clitoris, slipping them into my sex, masturbating to a satisfying orgasm. I made a decision, if he wanted a bit on the side, two could play at that game. But first a spot of revenge. I suspected he'd being taking his woman with him on business trips. I knew there was an eight day one coming up and told him it would be nice if we went together. He tried to put me off, lots of meetings, wouldn't see much of him etc. In the end he made the arrangements. I took one days holiday from work travelling to the airport before telling him I felt unwell and went home. His face was a picture, 8 days without his girlfriend, just his right hand for company. Before parting I told him that I'd find a holiday for the two of us, two or three weeks together to make up for it, when he got back, just to add to his misery. Over the subsequent months he's had other “mishaps” which ruined his plans, not enough to make him suspicious, but enough to cheer me up. My favourite was when he said he was travelling with a colleague and the day before I told him I'd ring the colleagues wife to meet for lunch while he was away. The look of horror was brilliant, I nearly laughed, particularly when the next day the colleague suddenly was no longer travelling and I helpfully reminded him to cancel the extra flight, watching, though I couldn't see the name, as he did it on his laptop. Even better he got caught in the snow disruption and couldn't return for five extra days. I'm certain she didn’t go and he had miserable time. Meanwhile I was at home being fucked by my latest man or I should say men! It had been a long time since I'd even thought about the mating game and how to find a man to have sex with, different I think to forming a relationship. I went to a few Pubs and clubs without success and to a few wine bars where an older gentleman hit on me but it was mostly couples. Out of desperation I visited a sex shop and bought a vibrator and a couple of dildos, quite satisfying but not as good as a real cock, I went back for more, buying four porn DVD’s at the same time. I'd lay on my bed watching the porn, imitating the films, using the toys in my pussy and bum, masturbating wishing I was one of the women in the films, being fucked like them. I was determined that if the chance arose I would be a willing slut. The opportunity finally came on a two day Equality and Diversity course the company insisted all managers attend, fortunately no one else from my company was going to be there. I saw Paul as soon as I entered the hotel conference room, standing by himself drinking a cup of coffee. Tall, about thirty, slim with a nice bum, fair haired and when I got closer I could see he had the most incredible blue eyes. I stood next to him, he smiled and said hello, called a waitress over to bring me coffee as we introduced ourselves. We sat together and in the morning break he invited me to dinner that evening. By then I'd decided I wanted more than dinner but hadn't planned this, I’d only brought plain M&S bras and knickers and a couple of dresses which were unlikely to excite. During the lunch break I found a large department store with an excellent lingerie department, and bought a sexy matching bra and thong set and hold ups, a lbd and a pair of shoes with stiletto heels completing my purchases. I was late for the afternoon session, but didn't much care, I had other things on my mind, hoping he'd take me to bed and fuck me later. Day dreaming about how big his cock was, what it'd taste like, got my pussy nice and wet. We were eating at 7pm so enough time to get ready. In my room I had a long hot shower, shaving under my arms, my legs were fine, I'd had a brazilian bikini wax the previous day leaving my pussy smooth except a narrow strip of hair. I soaped my body feeling how hard my nipples were, touching between my legs, I rubbed the bar of soap along my slit, enjoying the slipperiness against my clitoris before dropping the soap and sliding my fingers into my pussy, masturbating until I came, wishing it was Paul’s cock in my hole fucking me. After drying I put on my stockings and underwear then did my make up, sprayed on some of my favourite perfume then put on the dress. It was shorter than I’d thought when I tried it on and with my heels looked even shorter. I checked in the mirror, nothing showing, the lace band on the stockings covered, but only just, at least until I sat down. I was ready, a moment of uncertainty as I opened the door didn't last long, quickly banished by the thought of my husband shagging his tart and Paul hopefully shagging me after dinner. I could tell from Paul’s face that he liked what he saw as soon as I entered the bar. He ordered me a cocktail and I perched on a bar stool, aware that my dress had ridden up high enough to reveal my stocking tops, catching him trying not to look at my legs. Before long we were escorted to our table, I only wanted one course and while we ate we chatted, holidays, his passion for motorbikes, joking about the rubbish course. After we'd finished he asked if I'd like another drink, I decided to go for it “That would be nice. Not in the bar though. Could we go to your room?” I waited, hoping I hadn't come over as being pushy or worse, desperate! He grinned, getting up saying “That sounds like a good idea to me” taking me by the arm as we headed for his room In the lift I just wanted to touch him, hold him, kiss him. He had his arm around my waist guiding me to his room. He closed the door behind us then started to kiss me, hands on my bum raising my dress, his hands fondling my naked buttocks, pulling me close, his stiff cock pressing into me. He moved his hands to my back, unzipping my dress, easing it from my shoulders, pushing it down over my hips, as I pulled his shirt from his trousers. I stepped out of the dress kicking it away, his shirt was off, I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra, revealing my tits, my nipples felt so hard it almost hurt. I fell back on the bed, watching as he removed his shoes then took off his trousers and boxers. His gorgeous cock sprang out, rigid, almost touching his belly, seven perhaps eight inches long, heavily veined, thick with a large bulbous knob head. He walked towards the bed, cock swaying, I laid back as he knelt on the bed, I lifted my bum and he took the sides of my thong and slowly peeled them down my legs and off. I wanted him to see my pussy and opened my legs showing him how wet I was, revealing my cunt to another man for the first time in more than twelve years. I touched his prick stroking him, unable to close my fingers around his thickness, his fingers touched my pussy softly caressing my clitoris, before slipping two fingers inside my hole. I wanted his fat cock inside me, I didn't want or need any foreplay just to have him spread my legs wide and fuck me. His mouth was on my nipples sucking, nibbling, gently tugging. A lovely warmth spreading from my pussy, from his fingering. I needed to have his cock inside my pussy, “Please fuck me” I managed to gasp pulling him on top. Supporting his weight on his arms, looking in to my eyes, the tip of his prick nudged my hole, then the bulbous knob entered me, I felt a shiver pass through me as he penetrated deeper, his hard thick cock stretching my tight cunt, easily sliding in, lubricated by my slippery fuck juice. I gasped loudly, it felt like his cock was touching my cervix, my pussy had never felt so stretched or full. He moved in and out fucking me, an intense feeling of pleasure spread from my pussy. I automatically began to move with him, lifting to meet his thrusts, digging my nails into his back as I felt my orgasm building. He pulled his prick almost out, rubbing it against my clitoris sending more waves of pleasure through my body, sliding it along my slit, before plunging it back in my cunt. I wrapped my legs around him trying to draw his beautiful cock deeper inside me, feeling him ramming his cock up me. Gasping each time I took his full shaft, he had me begging to be fucked harder. He grunted with each thrust, I dug my nails in his back, then as I orgasmed, clawed his back, screaming for him to come, that I wanted to feel his spunk inside me. I'd never felt anything like it my orgasm started to subside and he was still fucking me. The first climax hadn't finished and I felt a second starting, my cunt muscles contracting, gripping his prick as he kept shafting me. Then it happened I came again, followed by wave after wave, as I had multiple orgasms, I felt light headed, I'd never thought sex could be this good as he continued fucking me. He kept holding back, slowing almost to a halt then faster, ramming me hard, fucking me for nearly 25 minutes of constant gratification, until I felt him tense, his prick buried deep in my cunt then him jerking inside me as he finally came, spurt after spurt of his creamy spunk splattering my cervix. We lay with his cock inside me, I didn't want him to take it out, even soft, his prick felt wonderful, just resting in my cunt, his spunk flowing slowly out dribbling between my legs. Later, after he'd fucked me again, I laid, with my head on his stomach, caressing his cock, flicking my tongue out licking the juices off, enjoying the feelings of contentment, almost mesmerised by his big prick, thinking I could never get enough of it. Paul had a hand on my bum, fingers between my buttocks, moving towards my pussy. I lifted a leg to give him better access, he slipped a finger in wetting it with juices and spunk then pressed his finger to my anus, moving the tip in little circles. I'd never let a man touch me there, but instead of pushing his hand away, I moved so my legs were further apart, murmuring “That feels nice, don't stop” I felt his finger pressing against the my puckered hole. “Mmmm, put it in, push your finger in my bum” I wriggled closer to his cock and took it in my mouth sucking him, at the same time pushing my bum against his probing finger. He dipped his finger in my cunt again then back to my bum, pressing harder this time, breaking through the resistance, sliding it into my arse. I sucked more of his stiffening cock into my mouth, gently squeezing his balls. I felt a second finger slide in my bum, enjoying the sensation, wondering what it would feel like to take a cock up my arse, sucking his prick frantically as he finger fucked me until he came in my mouth and I’d swallowed his sweet spunk. He finished me with his fingers, two in my arse and all four fingers of his other hand in my cunt, thumb rubbing my clitoris until I came. I stayed the night with him, being woken up at about 6am by him sucking my nipples then licking down my body, lapping my pussy followed by a nice slow leisurely fuck which sent me back to my room positively glowing. The course finished just after lunch, it was a Friday no reason to rush anywhere. We had our bags packed, sitting drinking coffee. Paul asked what I intended to do for the weekend. “Nothing planned, just the empty house” I'd told him I was married the previous evening, “You?” I enquired. “The weather's supposed to be good. I'll be out on my bike visiting some mates, one of them has the use of a weekend cottage” he looked at me before going on, “Do you fancy coming, your husband's away, you don't have to be at work until Monday. You'll love the bike” I pretended to think about it before replying “On one condition. You promise me lots of sex!!” “Oh, I can promise you that” then leaning closer, he whispered in my ear “If you're really naughty I may fuck you up the arse. Of course if you wear me out I'm sure some one else will fuck you” I laughed, as I replied “Only one? I'm sure I can manage more” It looked like I'd found what I was looking for. A bad boy!!!! Though I didn't fully realise it at the time, I was already infatuated with him, these were the first steps on my journey and that by the Sunday evening I'd be a cock worshipping cum slut. He'd arrived for the course by train I had my car, it was about an hours drive to his place, but first we had to detour to a motor cycle shop to purchase a helmet, a rather sexy all in one suit and short boots for me, five hundred odd pounds spent, just as well I’ve always had separate bank accounts. I told him I had no suitable clothes with me, he asked me my size then disappeared coming back twenty minutes later with a bag not showing me what it contained. At his house I showered and unpacked my bag. Bras, panties, a top and some trousers, heeled shoes, make up bag, the essentials. Paul came in carrying a pannier from his bike, packing my things. He already had his kit on, I breathed in the heady odour of leather and man sweat. He picked up my suit, telling me to put it on, I was only wearing panties and asked what to wear under it, he told me just the panties would be fine. Out to his garage, his pride and joys, two motorcycles, one which looked like a racing bike to me, the other a BMW, his touring bike which we were taking, much to my relief. It was about a 90 minute ride but he pulled over half way to make sure I was OK, fine except for being a bit hot. “No problem” he responded and unzipped my suit to the waist and pulled the front open, standing in a lay-by next to a busy road with my breasts exposed. I reached to close it, “Leave it” he ordered climbing back on the bike. We turned off shortly after and it was both cooling and exhilarating, riding through little villages, passing people, sitting back with my tits uncovered until we arrived at the cottage hidden up a farm track several hundred yards from the road in the middle of nowhere. It looked like an old farm workers cottage extensively modernised and extended, owned by his friends family I found later. A car and two bikes were parked outside and we could hear talking from the back garden. It was about 7pm but still hot, I zipped my top up to cover my boobs, Paul said nothing, a smile on his face, putting his arm around me leading me around the side of the house. I turned my head inhaling the leather/male odour, it was like an aphrodisiac, I was feeling randy and more than a little moist between the legs. We were greeted by his friends, two men and two women, all aged about thirty to thirty five, introductions made Fiona and Sally, David and Matt. The women, David's sisters were in bikini's, but getting ready to leave, the two men just wearing jeans. I was getting to hot and pulled the zip down a bit. About 10 minutes later the women were ready to leave, kissing the men goodbye waving to me calling out they reckoned I was in for a good night. Paul had pulled his leathers down, the top hanging behind him, and came over to me “You look hot” he said unzipping the front, “It's much more comfortable with the top off” Standing behind me, he opened the front, I was facing David and Matt, he pulled the top from my shoulders and partly down my arms. My arms were trapped, behind my back, I couldn't have stopped him even if I'd wanted to and I didn't. He moved his hands to my tits, fondling them, pinching and pulling my erect nipples. I rested my head back against him and closed my eyes, I flinched when he pinched my nipples harder briefly opening my eyes, David and Matt had their cocks out wanking, watching Paul playing with my tits. My stomach fluttered as Paul's hand moved to just above my pussy, I realised he intended to strip me in front of them, my cunt felt wetter. I stood with my eyes closed as Paul stooped and removed my boots, then felt my arms being pulled free, the suit and panties being pulled down my legs and off. A few weeks earlier I’d have wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment now I wanted to please Paul. I didn't wait to be told and opened my legs, reached for his hand and asked him to finger fuck me. His fingers touched my clitoris, I felt excited, knowing I was being watched, I heard myself moan as he slid his fingers in my soaking cunt, still rubbing my clit. His mouth was close to my ear, he quietly spoke “Have you ever been spit roasted?” “No” I replied. “Have you been DP'd?” again, No. “Ever been fisted or arse fucked?” “No. But I want to do them all” I told him. He started fingering my cunt harder, I could feel my self getting close. “Only a slut would do them. Are you a slut?” “Yes” I whispered. “Dave, Matt did you hear that?” they said they hadn't. “Tell them” Mark ordered “I'm a slut” “Louder” he demanded “I'M A SLUT. OH GOD I'M CUMMING” I shouted. “Tell them what you want them things you want to do” I was so close to orgasm I could hardly speak between gasps I spat out “SPIT ROAST” gasp, “DP” gasp, “FISTING, ARSE FUCK” gasp “DO ANYTHING YOU WANT” gasp “I WANT IT ALL” I finished just as I came. Paul took his fingers from my pussy, licked my juices off and said “Right, I'm off for a shower. You can suck Dave and Matt off then come and get ready to go out” He walked off and I knelt in front of David and Matt sucking their cocks until they had both cum swallowing David's spunk. Matt, I found out after had fucked both sisters, Fiona and Sally, before we arrived and took longer to cum, spraying my face, hair and splashing my tits with his cream. I found our room, Paul was laid naked on the bed, I showered and cleaned my teeth before joining him. “Do you want me to suck you off before we go out?” I asked, he looked at his watch, said there wasn't time and to get dressed. The bike pannier was on the floor open, he reached in and handed me the bag containing the items he'd bought earlier and told me to put them on. A short leather waistcoat held closed by a single popper and an even shorter skirt which hardly covered my bum. I reached for a pair of clean panties, he stopped me “You don't need those” he told me to put my bike leathers on over the top. Dave and Matt on one bike we rode for about 30 minutes before pulling off in to a disused airfield, pulling up outside one of the buildings converted to some sort of motor bike workshop, the front open, loud music playing. We parked up and I did as I was told removing my leathers, putting them and my boots in the spare pannier, putting my heels on. I felt practically naked, if the front of the skirt raised more than an inch I'd uncover my pussy. About twenty to twenty five men were there, about eight or ten girls and women. I was given a bottle of beer, Paul I noticed drinking coke. I soon relaxed noticing that several of the other girls wearing skirts and tops just as revealing. Everyone was friendly dancing and drinking, as I danced I was flashing my pussy and didn't care, girls and men were drifting off to have sex I presumed. It was getting late and one couple started to fuck with her bent over one of the bikes. I stood engrossed, watching, I’d only ever seen people fucking in the DVD's. I found it erotic and when I felt a hand lift the back of my skirt and a finger touch my arse crack I just parted my legs to let them finger my pussy without even looking to see who it was. They accepted the invitation, slipping two fingers in from behind. Another man came over, I could see Paul, David and Matt watching me. Paul gave me a nod, permission, encouragement, an order? to continue. The waistcoat popper was pulled open, hands on my tits, the same with the three poppers on the skirt and I was naked, a hand on my head pushing me down, two stiff cocks slapping my face. I took one in each hand, pulling them to my mouth sucking them in turn, happy to see Paul watching me. A third man crouched down next to me, parting my legs, fingering my pussy with one hand, playing with my tits with the other. I held the base of one cock, wanking him fast in to my mouth, sucking him hard, trying and succeeding in making him shoot his load. I swallowed turning to the other starting to do the same to him. The man fingering me stopped, gripped me by the waist so I was bent over. He got behind me, unzipping his jeans getting his cock out. He put a leg between mine, forcing my thighs apart then lifted me, his cock trying to find my hole. I felt his knob touching my cunt, my pussy opening as he penetrated me then he rammed his rigid prick straight in to my cunt fucking me hard, almost winding me. I continued sucking, more difficult when you're being fucked at the same time, but managed to bring him off in my mouth allowing me to concentrate on the pleasurable sensations emanating from my pussy. I refused another proffered cock to suck, reaching between my legs to frig my clitoris instead, I needed to cum and cum soon and knew I was close. The bloke fucking me held still, giving small jerks, then pulled out and I felt his spunk landing on my back as he came. I seemed to be the centre of attention, so I wanked all the faster and harder, firstly to prove to myself that I could behave without any inhibitions and to please Paul by showing him what a slut I could be. I saw his look of approval at what I was doing, God it felt good, giving me a feeling of satisfaction, not conforming to the social mores and morals I’d complied with until then. I was still masturbating when Paul and Matt picked me up and laid me over the BMW's seat and invited anyone who wanted to, to fuck me. I laid back, spread my legs wide, displaying my gaping cunt in alls its glory and moments later a nice thick cock was sliding in to give be another good fucking. I can't even begin to describe the next 2 hours, and I was certainly relieved that some of the other girls had their fair share of cock. One man after another fucked me, some with me laid on the seat others with me bent over the bike, one man taking me doggy while I gave another a blow job. One of the girls wanted to go down on me and drink the spunk from my pussy, but I refused, not ready to do that. Instead I held my cunt open and let one of the men fist fuck me for their entertainment, ending up writhing on his arm as I came. There was spunk everywhere, most of it had been deposited it my pussy at some point but now it was running down my legs, all over the bike dripping from my cunt on to the floor. I had one final fuck before we left, Paul’s idea, a work bench was cleared and a blanket put on top. Paul and Dave, who I 'd earlier seen fucking one of the other women climbed up on it and I joined them, while everyone else crowded around. I knelt, elbows on the bench, head down, bum in the air. Paul told me they intended to arse fuck me, with everyone watching, telling me all the other women had done it but to shout out if it was to painful and they'd stop. David had a slimmer cock and was going to do me first then Paul would fuck my arse with his thicker tool. Two of the girls started sucking their cocks getting them both nice and hard, ready for my anal initiation. One of the women had a tube of lube, and poured some on to Paul and David's rock hard pricks, massaging it in before handing it to a man. He squirted some on my bum, spreading the slick liquid around my anus, poking a finger in my bum, testing the tightness of my arse hole, inserting the top of the tube in, forcing the cold fluid up my arse. David was behind me, Paul to one side slowly stroking his cock. Paul placed his hands on my buttocks, spreading my cheeks, fingers touching my bum hole, spreading it open. I felt my anus loosen, a finger sliding in from each side, not hurting, working them in further, he hooked them inside slowly overcoming the tautness of my sphincter, easing and stretching my arse hole. Two more fingers slid in, I gave a loud moan as he pulled me more open, squirting in more lube. I shuffled closer I felt his prick touch my bum, the end sliding between his fingers, up my arse. He slid more in, pulling his fingers out as I took his cock. The sphincter snapped tight around his prick. I think I screamed as he slowly pushed his cock fully in, an exquisite pain, which quickly passed as he began to move, fucking my tight arse. A voice called “He's in, go on Dave fuck her arse” I could see all the faces watching me, straining to see his cock thrusting in and out. I closed my eyes, enjoying his slippery cock, feeling hands groping my tits, pinching my nipples, painfully hard, fingers frigging my clitoris, someone else finger fucking my pussy, only added to my pleasure. All to soon I felt him gripping my bum more tightly, fucking me harder, dragging me back on to his prick as he came. I was getting close myself, Paul must have been waiting, ready to take me, David withdrew and Paul pushed his cock in before my anus had a chance to close. God he felt big, I think I screamed again, mingled with my orgasm. I was panting for breathe, gasping for air, grunting for him to fuck my arse harder to cum inside me. One minute begging him to stop, the next demanding more. It was pure lust, perhaps pent up sexual frustration. I'd always enjoyed sex but this was a whole new level, revealing the true slut which I’d never realised was lurking inside, just waiting for the right man to release it. That man was Paul and he was arse fucking me, both for his own pleasure and for the enjoyment of his biker friends and I was revelling in my status of Cock Slut. Time seemed to slow but eventually I felt a change in his rhythm and again I pushed back to meet his thrusting prick, until with an animal grunt he unloaded his spunk up my arse. It was the early hours of the morning when we left, me with a hand full of paper towels inside my leathers soaking up the spunk and juices. I went to bed with Paul, not waking until the afternoon, spunk still leaking from my pussy. Paul, David and several of their friends fucked me on the Saturday and Sunday. Back at work on the Monday my bum was still a bit sore when I sat but a nice reminder of the weekend. The first of many!!!! If you've got this far thanks for reading my story which I hope you enjoyed. There is more if you want.