It was great being ridden so hard. Julie had been released by watching the wanking and fucking in the woods. I was on my back on the floor and she was astride me going as if it were the Grand National, as she lifted off the saddle my cock sliding almost out. Then down again. He 34 D's were bouncing away before my eyes. All she had left on was a skirt up round her waist. "Don't cum yet". We got off the carpet. "Doggy me here. Give it to me hard.", she said leading me to the table. She was so crazy and I was desperate so that I came shooting my hot spunk deep inside her. For hours, in the pub and the woods I'd been conserving my spunk for this moment The sense of release was amazing. After I spurted my last jet in her I slipped out. "Don't waste any" she said kneeling down to take my whole eight inches and licking every last bit of still oozing cum off. This was the result of the most amazing turn of events. In a week my wife at 36 had returned from ordinary, sex twice a week, good but not brilliant. I enjoyed it but I dreamed of more. Then suddenly it was as if a cork had popped out of a champagne bottle, she turned into a wanton sex-crazed tart. The reason was Swinging Heaven. A week earlier I had been reading Swinging Heaven looking for something to give me a good hard on to have a nice wank to when I heard the front door go. My wife had come in. Quickly I closed the lap top down, zipped up and went to meet her. But I had forgotten to turn it off. A bit later Julie called, "I don't believe it!" She had opened the lap-top to use it and up had come my Swinging Heaven. "I didn't know people did things like this. Is it true?" "Some of it, no doubt", I replied. "but it shows you what fantasies people have and dream of getting up to and probably want to given the chance." "Look at this. This bloke fancies manages to fuck the girl up the road. And this bloke is tossed off by an older man in the toilets". I looked over her shoulder. "All the blokes dream of fucking strangers wearing tight black skirts, black stockings and suspenders and high heels." "That's us blokes." "Do you fantasize like that?" "Yes". "Would you want to fuck me like that?" "Of course." I felt my cock harden. "Look at this one. This chap fancies watching his wife being fucked by a stranger. Would you like that?" "Pass." "Mmm! Would I fancy that? Well, he'd have be clean and youn and fit. Yes. Young and fit" "With a really big cock?" "Oh yes. A really big cock. Even bigger than yours". "Then there's this voyeuristic stuff. Going out and watching strangers in cars or woods. Even letting them join in. There's a whole world out there and I like the sound of it. Were you going to have a wank when I came in? Is that why you were reading this? I just didn't realise what was going on in your head. Sorry." So the cork popped out of the champagne. We skipped lunch and went to bed. Julie was keen to try some of the stuff she had read about. So was I. We honed up her skills on sucking and blowing. My cock had never known such delights and this was only the beginning. When I got home from work a couple of days later a stranger came down stairs. Gone were her mouse brown longish hair and instead it was cut very short and dyed a lovely shade of red. "Like it? I've seen you looking at girls with hair this colour." She looked fantastic. "Love it." But it wasn't just the hair. It was the skin tight short sheath dress, combined with black stockings and sexy open-toed white stilt heeled ankle boots. "You look like a classy hooker". I took her in my arms an kissed tongues down throats, hips pressed against each other. I rubbed my erection against her clit and felt a shake run through her as she came. Still in the hall she unzipped my trousers rubbing my cock, measuring its length, teasing the head excrutiatingly deliciously lingering over it with a twist and tug. My pants were wet with pre-cum. She lowered them licking my juice saucily looking up at me. "I watched some films." she said. "They gave me ideas." I felt weak with anticipation. Her cock and ball skills were now the sort of things I had fantasised about. She stood up and I knelt down running my hands up the inside of her thighs. She opened her legs accommodatingly. I slipped a hand higher. Cool bare flesh. Suspenders. Tiny panties damp with her juices. I stroked her clit, felt her pussy, now neatly trimmed. I slipped two fingers into her panties, into her knickers. In and out. In and out. Again and again until another shudder and sigh of happiness. I gulped at her tasting her juices. She pulled up her skirt, stripped off her panties, stood on the bottom step and I slipped my hungry cock into her. I fucked as never before and she responded as never before. Again it was the stuff of dreams. Holding her bum in my hands I worked my hips to stuff my cock deep inside her until gloriously I exploded my juices into her. Eventually I withdrew and she sat down taking me in her mouth she enjoyed my juices. "Want to write about that then?" "Maybe." So that was the start of a new beginning to our life which ended in the demand to be doggied on the table a few days later. Julie wanted to see if she could pull so the next Saturday saw her dressed in the white blouse, tight black mini-skirt, stockings and stilt heels on a bar stool in a pub about twelve miles away. I had come in later, as a stranger to observe. She was getting plenty of notice. A bit of pink flesh flashed as her skirt had ridden up. A bloke came up, offered her a drink putting his hand on her thigh. She seemed fine with that. He whispered something to her. They went outside and I followed to a dark corner of the car park. He started kissing her and stroking her bum, but when he tried to pull her skirt up she came in. About ten minutes later another bloke tried his luck. Arm round her shoulder he was looking down her cleavage. She allowed him to fondle a bit. He whispered to her, but she shook her head. A bit later I sidled up. I started where he left off. Slipped my hand down her blouse and another up her skirt. She looked up to lock in a kiss, tongue exploring my mouth. As we walked out number 2 said, "Lucky sod. How did you do that? In any case good luck mate. I'd love to fuck that little darling." I winked at him. Back in the car Julie was really high. "I really can pull still. Those blokes really wanted to get me. Would you have minded?" "Yes and no. You can do better than that. They weren't your young studs whatever their cock size." Julie said, still high with excitement "Where can we go and watch?" I'd heard of a dogging site a few miles further on and thought it would be active. It was. Two cars were already there one empty. The other a Grand Voyager had lights on inside. We watched. There was movement. We got out and looked in. One of the back seats was pushed. A man had a woman between his legs and she was giving good head. They must have heard us because he looked out. I guess they were in their sixties. Julie slid her hand down my trousers and stroked my stiff cock hand. She lifted her head off him and re-arranged so we could see her hands wanking him. He beckoned us in. "No", whispered Julie to me. We walked away. We followed the path into the woods. We heard noise and saw some shadows move. E listened. To our left we heard undoubted sounds of sexual ecstasy. First we saw a man, flies open, cock rampant in his hand working it wit long slow strokes. Then another. This one trousers and pants right down masturbating furiously., We watched as hips bucked and the spunk shot out in three big streams. Nearby a couple of blokes were doing each other face to face looking down at their busy hands. The cause of this desperate need for male relief became evident. A girl was bent over a picnic table being doggied hard by a bloke pushing his cock in and out, pulling and pushing her onto him. The other stood beside him watching and gently maintain his erection with both hands. From his movements it was evident the one fucking her was about to come. Sure enough out came his cock into his hands. She tuned round waiting for her mouthful It came. We saw her open her mouth to receive it. Then the other bloke slipped in. Julie was watching intently but her had had unzipped me, she got my cock out and started wanking me, unconsciously in rhythm with the second doggier. Fortunately he came very quickly, before I did. "Take me home and fuck me like that Johnnie" she begged. In the car she couldn't keep her hands off my cock. Boody hell. that was a turn-on", she said. That is how we came to be fucking on the floor. She sat astride me and was soon riding me furiously with her new found liberation. She stooped to get off to give me a few passionate sucks before settling in for more riding. I was wanting to cum soon, yet postpone it for ever so I could savour every moment of this mega-fuck with my newly released wife who seemed only to want to fulfil every fantasy we could imagine. "Doggy me now. Like those blokes with the girl. Seeing all those blokes cumming made me thirsty for your salty spunk."