We used to have a really good sex life together, my husband was always busy with his business, but he looked forward to me playing the slut for him. Over the years, I had accumulated lots of slutty underwear, and he would enjoy me dressing up for him. After a long day at work, the way to relax John was for him to come home to find me in the kitchen preparing dinner in my underwear, provocative stuff that would turn any man on. Sometimes, he would want to make love there and then, fucking me rigid over the kitchen table. Other times he would simply sit at the kitchen table watching me as I busied myself with the evening meal, and the good fucking would come later. We were well into our fifties when his illness first developed, it wasn’t the usual diabetes or heart disease, it was complicated but I don’t want to talk too much about that. The important factor was he could no longer fuck me as he used to. We thought of using Viagra, but the doctors said it would be a risk with his particular health problems. John suggested I should find a boyfriend, and he was even happy to help me in my search, but I had concerns about stepping outside our marriage. Also, we were well known in our community, so we had to be very discrete. Sex had been strictly between the two of us, and I was quite surprised when John suggested I could perform for other men. I think he knew that I was a bit of an exhibitionist, and seeing other men’s reaction to me being a slut would turn him on too. I had heard about dogging, well who hasn’t, but actually venturing out to one of those sites is a big step. John hired a car for the day, as using one of ours might make us too recognisable, and he subsequently bought a cheap second hand car which we kept purely for our special trips out in the country. The first time, we stayed in the car with the guys standing alongside watching as John played with my tits. He said he found it exciting too as the men would masturbate as they watched us and, when we got home afterwards, John would go down on me, giving me the most wonderful orgasm. It wasn’t the same though as being penetrated by his wonderful stiff cock. We always went to the same secluded site about 50 miles from where we live, as we felt it was far enough away for us to maintain anonymity. After the first few times, John persuaded me to get out of the car, I think he had recognised the exhibitionist in me and, dressed in my slutty underwear, I could strut around giving them flashes of my body underneath my long coat. It wasn’t too long before the guys wanted more, and I started to wank a few of them, allowing them to cum over my face and tits really got them going. John was always there to protect me though, so I always felt safe. After a while, we got to know the regular guys by name, or at least the names they chose to be known by, although we never volunteered our names. I think I was known as Mrs Upper Class Slut, or something like that. Over a period of several months, I got used to the guys cumming over my tits, although, John had never done it to me before, and I think it was the guys groaning as they shot their load which turned me on. Allowing the guys to cum over my tits was great fun, and I even started to rub it in after a while, which I think John enjoyed too. Having them spurting over my face was not so much fun, and I think it was one of them getting their cum in my eyes that started me giving them oral, which was a bit less messy. As I say, we had been doing it for some time when I came face to face with one of the men from the dogging site in our local supermarket. I had known the guy as David, which turned out to be his real name, and it was a shock initially, probably for him too, and we stood staring at each other for several seconds. I think it was the fact that, apart from smiling briefly, he made no sign of recognition, which I thought was very discrete of him. I was very daring as I drove past him on the way out of the carpark when I gave him a smile and I little wave. When I told John about the incident, he was a bit worried that our two worlds had collided, but I told him that I thought David could be discrete. However, I didn’t tell my husband that, if he wanted me to have a boyfriend, David would have been among my shortlist. We went to the dogging site several more times before we met David again. It was a quiet evening and we recognised his car as soon as we drove in. John suggested to David that we drove down the road a short way to a secluded layby where we could talk in confidence before anybody else arrived at the dogging site. When we got to the layby, David got into the back seat of our car, and John told him of our concerns at being ‘outed’. David assured us that he wouldn’t dream of doing that, and he would be the soul of discretion, which seemed to put John’s mind at rest. He even told David our real names. As I said earlier, I had always regarded David as a bit different to the other guys at the dogging site, as he was more considerate towards me. Although I had become accustomed to being called crude names, David seemed reluctant to join in and was more inclined to treating me with respect, which was why I suggested I could have my bit of fun in our car that night, just with David. I got into the back seat with him, and he kissed me, not just a slobbering prelude to sex, but with feeling, much like my husband did. I was wearing my long coat over my usual slutty underwear, no bra so the guys could cum all over my unrestrained tits, which David wanted to play with, and I was soon moaning softly. John was sitting in the driver’s seat, but had twisted round so he could watch the action, and I think he realised tonight was going to be something special for me. I allowed David to play with my tits for some time, before insisting I wanted to get inside his trousers. I wasn’t surprised to find his cock starting to stand to attention, a good sized cock which was part of the reason I was attracted to him. I bent forward to suck his delicious cock, tasting the pre-cum which was oozing out, while David reached under me to tweak my nipples, sending spasms through my body. John had slid the front passenger seat forward to give us more legroom and I took off my long coat as I was starting to feel really hot, throwing it over the front seat. John had got out of the car as he said he needed a pee in the bushes, although I suspect he wanted me to free any inhibitions. I had never allowed any of the men at the dogging site anywhere near my pussy, but I was feeling brazen, like a bitch on heat, and I slid my panties down to my knees as a signal to David, and he pushed a hand which had been mauling my tits down between my legs. I have never squirted in my life, but I felt just so wet down there. David said he wanted to fuck me and I was about to say yes when he added that he had a condom, so I said “oh yes please”. I don’t know whether John’s adjustment of the front seat was deliberately intended to allow us the space needed but, while David rolled on the condom, I slid off my sodden knickers, and I was ready to climb astride him. As I slid myself down on to his weapon, I could feel him stretching my pussy wide. There was never any doubt that I would take his full length as my pussy was just so wet, and the feeling as my arse grounded against his scrotum was sublime. As I began to fuck myself on his cock, John got back into the car and, knowing we had never discussed going this far, I was quick to assure him that David had provided the condom. We fucked for some time and, with David sucking my nipples at the same time, I had multiple orgasms before he eventually filled the condom inside me. This was the first time my pussy had been stretched for several years, so you will imagine it felt special for me. The conclusion of the event was a lot of passionate kissing and expressions of appreciation from both of us, which I wondered whether John would have felt uncomfortable about, but he seemed perfectly happy with what had happened. Our journey home was in near silence but, as we turned into the driveway, John told me that he had exchanged phone numbers with David. I asked him whether he had in mind we would meet him alone again, and John said he thought we might have found the boyfriend we had talked about. David came over to our house a couple of weeks later on the Saturday evening for a meal, when the conversation over dinner became quite flirty, encouraged by my husband I might add. We had a few more drinks in the lounge afterwards, before John invited David to take me to bed in the spare room, adding that he was welcome to stay the night if he wished. I was glad to get my clothes off as my whole body was tingling in anticipation, and the familiar bed was so much more comfortable than the back seat of the car. As I had hoped, David wanted to go down on me straight away and, after he had brought me to a shattering orgasm, I sucked his cock until he begged me to stop. I had already thought through what might happen that night and John had agreed we could dispense with the condoms, so I was relieved that announcing this to David met with his approval. David went down on me again, I’m not sure why as I must have been gushing all over his face and, when he crawled up to offer his cock to my pussy, I grabbed hold of his bum to pull him in. I was in heaven, this man who was barely half my age wanted me, not just to satisfy his own lust but to give me the most amazing orgasm. He seemed to be holding back to prolong my pleasure with lengthy orgasms followed by a period of rest. When he did eventually flood my pussy, it seemed to go on forever and I’m sure I passed out briefly. When we had calmed down, I reminded David that John was happy for him to stay the night, which was what I wanted too. We slept the sleep of the just that night, not waking until nearly 8 o’clock, when I was awoken by David stroking my nipple softly. He said he was reluctant to wake me as I was sleeping so sweetly, but he couldn’t resist the temptation to play with my tits. John said later that he had been woken to the sound of David cumming, which I must admit was quite noisy when he took me from behind, the penetration he achieved doggy style was simply awesome. When we eventually came down for breakfast, John was busying himself in the study, but he showed no sign of jealousy towards David, he even said he had slept well despite the noise coming from the spare room. David is now a regular feature in our life, he comes over for dinner every few weeks and makes both of us happy afterwards. There is no sign of John’s health problems easing, so I suppose fucking David will continue to be a feature of our lives, but John doesn’t seem to mind and I have come to love his delicious cock. Having a young lover who is athletic and virile is s so much fun and I am surprised I was reluctant to take a lover for so long.