Not sure if this is actual swinging but I want to share my secret with someone, and this is my only way.

I’m a 45-year-old woman. Happily married but frustrated by the lack of sex and attention from my husband.    It was never my intention to stray and go with another man (or men) but, well, it just sort of happened.

Before the first lock down I was walking to work after getting off a train.  I had taken the same route for a number of years and walked down the same street twice a day.  Lately I had started having an issue with someone living in a house I had to pass.   He is an older person, rough looking and initially I found him quite intimidating.  He seemed to notice that I passed at around the same time each day and started appearing at the door. 

To begin with he would just smile and say hi, then he would whistle and after that start making comments about what I was wearing or my legs.   Then one morning and I still have no idea why I did this; I wore a tight blouse with more than the number of buttons undone than was appropriate showing more cleavage than was appropriate.  

Of course, this caused a reaction, to the point that he said, quietly just as I passed so no one else could hear him, something about how hot my ‘tits’’ were and was there any chance he could get a viewing.   I stopped; told him he was disgusting then walked on.

The next day I did the same and got the same reaction.  I replied in pretty much the same way, telling him he was disgusting and that he was too old for what I had.  I immediately regrated saying this because it was just goading him, and he loved it.

This went on for almost a week and to be honest, I looked forward to teasing him, until one day we both went too far.

I honestly had no intention of things going this.   He called me over as I passed, it was a wet day, so I was wearing a coat over my cardigan and blouse. He said that he was gutted that I wasn’t showing him anything today. I jokingly asked him if he wanted me to open my coat, he replied that it was raining, and I should come in and for some stupid reason I followed him into his hallway.

He suggested I open my coat. I thought that was as far as it was going to go, so I opened my coat and did that thing where you run your finger down your blouse and flirt. I told him he couldn’t afford me, he asked how much, and I laughed and told him £50.  He put his finger on mine and flicked a few more buttons until my blouse was all but open.   I told him that he wouldn’t be doing that but all he did was cup my breast and tell me that he wanted to see my ‘tits’.   And again, I have no idea why I did this for a man who I didn’t fancy and didn’t know but I found it all quite exciting and I pulled the cup of my bra back and let him scoop my breast out and feel me for several minutes.  He squoze my breast and teased my nipple until I seemed to come round and come to my senses, dressed myself and walked out with what he called a down payment of £20.  

That was a Friday. Over the weekend I found myself masturbating in bed next to my husband who was asleep thinking about the dirty man who I let touch me.  on the Monday I intended to just rush past and not stop, what I did was stop at the house where he was standing at the door and walk in.

It was a colder day but dry. I was wearing my coat, but it was open.

 I can’t explain why I behaved like this, but I opened my coat even more and undid my blouse.   My coat, and then my cardigan followed by my blouse and bra were pulled off and I allowed him to touch me and suck my breast hard and put his hand up my skirt and put his fingers into me.

I stood with my backside on the back of his sofa, topless whilst he used me. He kissed my neck and breast and fingered me until I climaxed.  After which I said nothing, I simply gathered my clothes, dressed and walked out. As I reached the door he let out a groan, I looked back just in time to see him ejaculate as a result of him masturbating. I walked out without my money.

On Tuesday I called in sick, horrified at what I had done but still excited tat I had done it if that makes any sense.   On Wednesday I walked into work full of this horrible man’s semen.

I had caught an earlier train, using the sick day the day before as an excuse to go in early.  I knocked on his door with the intention of telling him not to bother me again, yet I let him touch me, then undress me and then, despite my intentions being to insist me stopped bothering me I let him lay me on his sofa and pull my skirt up and underwear to one side and enter me.

I let him do it and I climaxed almost immediately as he thrust himself into me repeatedly, gripping my breast sucking and biting them and kissing me.  He made me cum over and over until I came close to passing out due to the most intense orgasm of my adult life.   

I started to ask him not to cum inside me, but it was too late and I felt the flow of his cum enter me, I eared my £50.

I wet there the next day and the day after and each day he would bend me over his sofa and take me.  Sometimes we would have anal sex which I had never done before but it went from bad to worst.  I found myself on my knees and allowing him to cum in my mouth, I would even take a change of clothes because semen would splash onto my blouse and skirt during one of our outrageous sex sessions.

It stopped for a while when, for a week he would share me.  I went to his home one Saturday, using a shopping trip as an excuse to get out of the house, only to find hi there with his ‘friend’. A man around his age, just as rough but someone I could imagine was handsome in his younger days.

He simply said ‘that’s her’ before I was bent over the sofa and my clothes pulled from me before they shared me.   I loved and hated it but I didn’t want it to stop because as long as I allowed his friend to take me he would fuck me and that’s what I wanted.  

 I took a week off without telling my husband and spent the days he thought I was in work in bed with my lover, loving every moment his long thick cock was inside me or was in my mouth, sometimes just his and sometimes his and his friends.

I would make them lunch, naked and covered in cum.  They had to eat to get energy so they could fuck me again.

It never cease to amaze me that my husband who was between 15 and 20 years younger could only manage to fuck me once a week, but this horrible much older man could manage once, twice and sometimes three times a day.  

I panicked one day because I had a positive pregnancy test and thought that one of these men had given me a baby. As it turns out it was a false alarm, but I knew it had to end. On the last day I let him cum inside me but squeezed cum from his cock onto my nipple and I let him do his favorite thing, suck his own cum off my breasts.    

Then I cleaned myself up, dressed and left with my £50.

I still masturbate in bed or in the shower thinking of my time as a hooker and I climax every time I think of it.  Now, I take a different route to work but the temptation to be that cheap hooker is enormous. Your probably thinking I'm just a slut, but men love sex with strangers and so do women, so why not have some excitement in your life.