Thank you for your kind comments. In my previous story, I described a session in a hotel enyoyed by both myself and my husband. Our unusual hobby. This is the back story. Where do I start? I don't want to bore you with my life story, my love of sex grew pretty much as my tits did, it was them that attracted attention. But l certainly took advantage of it. I'll jump straight to my group-sex years. Although looking back, sex with more than one person at a time featured pretty much from the start. If you are interested in how it happened, read on. If not, I suggested that you jump straight to part three. Or look elsewhere. I met my second husband while I was still married to my first. But only married on paper, we hadn't been fucking for over a year. He lost interest, I didn't. So I got it elsewhere. Hubby two, was one of the dozens, possible hundreds of men who I fucked. I was not looking for another partner, just someone who could fuck me nicely. I used dating sites. If I fancied someone when we met face to face, I fucked him. If he was good, we would keep fucking until we fancied a change, then I found another. Most of the men I met were only really after sex, so it suited them as well as me. But I am not a fan of condoms. Having to wait until it was wrapped, for a cock that I was desperate for was a big turn off. So I also dated a few women, I was curious. I soon discovered that women lick cunt better than men and I also quickly developed a taste for girl-spunk. But although I had frequent screaming orgasms with women, I missed having the feel of a cock up my cunt. The first time I met my husband to be, I was attracted. Not just sexually, but there was something else. I felt completely at ease with him. Love? I had never believed in it. There was no sex on either the first date or the second. It just didn't come up, just being with him seemed right. We made up for it on the third. After an excellent meal in a restaurant of his choice, and within walking distance of his flat, we both sensed that the time was right. We had snogged previously, but no more. As soon as we were inside his front door, I put my arms round his neck, kissed him and mumbled; "Fuck me until I can't walk." I went down on my knees, undid his belt, unzipped him and discovered what I still consider to be the perfect cock. He was in that lovely semi-erect condition, heavy with promise but not quite hard. I sucked it in lovingly, feeling it grow in my mouth. So thick. I held the shaft with one hand, cupped his balls with the other and sucked. He muttered approving noises, then gasped as he suddenly discharged a huge load into the back of my mouth. I swallowed gratefully. He apologised; "Sorry," he said softly. "It's been a long time, I was hoping too…" I stopped him, licked him clean, stood up and kissed him with my spunk-wet lips. He kissed back. A good sign, most men are repulsed by the idea of tasting themselves. "No need to apologise," I said. "I enjoyed it." He kissed me again. "Your turn." He said softly. He undressed me slowly, there was no urgency. He kissed my bits as he uncovered them, finishing with my sparse bush, then his tongue snaked out, licking my wet slit from perineum to clit. I was still standing. I husked; "I presume you've got a bed?" I crawled onto the bed and watched him strip. He was no athlete, but he was fit enough. His major asset was now standing proud again, reaching for the stars. I was looking forward to trying it for size. But he leaned over, kissed me, sucked each nipple in turn, then applied his mouth to my cunt. I was quite surprised, usually with new stud, there is a desperate scramble to remove just enough clothes to be able to connect cunt and cock. Possibly I would suck his cock, usually as I fitted the condom, but tongue in cunt? A rarity. Even if there was seconds, it was at best, cursory. Oh he was good, very good. As good as some of the women I had tried. He had me squealing with pleasure and screaming as I came. He shuffled up between my spread thighs, I reached down to guide him in. Another surprise. Somehow, without my help or knowledge, he had fitted a condom to his bristling cock. In my orgasmic state, I had forgotten. I just wanted him inside me. Fully engaged, he remained still, giving me the benefit of his girth. I was aware of my cunt still twiching from my come. He started his movements, slowly and gently. He seemed to reach all the important bits in a repeating cycle. His strokes, slowly quickening, seemed to rotate. In, up, out, down, rather than the pistoning that I was used to. Where did this man learn to fuck? He built up to top speed, slamming into me, but still varying rythm and penetration. His cock was inside me within perhaps thirty seconds of his tongue, perhaps I was experiecing a second wave of orgasm, but I was coming, stiil or again. It was wonderful. I came, crying out as I wrapped him in arms and legs. He grunted as he pumped wildly into me. For those few seconds, we were one body. As I left, he asked if we could meet up again. We arranged to meet the following Saturday, this time my choice of venue. Of course I wanted more, it's rare indeed for me to orgasm while being fucked, I usually need help from my fingers or those of my fuckers. He had done it just with his cock. A one off?