Before I begin I wanted to just clear something up. I've had lots of people ask if what I'm telling you is true.
It is.
Sharing what I've been doing with you all is real turn on for both me and hubby. Knowing some of you are getting off by reading my true stories just makes me want to cum with you. So now you know.
If you saw my first story you'll know I recently had my first experience of sex outside my marriage. If not then have a look at my last post - but basically, what began as a silly game ended up with me getting fucked in Asda's carpark by a stranger and then going home to my husband who did the same. It was the most erotic and dirty afternoon of my life and I get wet every time I think about it. As a result, in the last week or so our sex life has changed up a few gears.
For example, a few days ago I made sure that when he got home from work I was standing at the kitchen sink wearing only an apron, yellow marigolds and black stilettos. As I saw him enter the room behind me in the reflection of the kitchen window, I adjusted my stance and stood with my legs apart invitingly. I tingled as he walked up to me, and without a word found my wet, shaven pussy with his hand. A single finger slid up and down my entrance, as I got wetter and wetter - and he got harder and harder. Hurriedly he unfastened his trousers and pressed his cock against me.
"So, how was your day darling?" I said, as he slowly entered me.
"It's just got a whole lot fucking better" he replied, his balls slapping against my plump arse cheeks.
He held me by the hips and pumped into me faster and faster as I, the dutiful wife, pretended to do the washing-up. After a few moments he gasped and emptied himself into me. He kissed me and went to change for dinner. I hadn't orgasmed, so I took my Womanizer into the shower and finished myself off - something he was only too happy to hear from the bedroom as he got dressed.
After dinner we got to talking about my last indiscretion, and how if it were to ever happen again he wanted to be involved. Not a threesome - we weren't ready for anything like that - but something that he could be a part of. So I started to think about everyday scenarios where the opportunity might arise. We could try dogging over the Clent Hills, which are nearby and well-known for that kind of thing, I suggested.
"Perhaps...Or maybe something closer to home" he said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Almost every day you go to the main sorting office on the trading estate to pick up some package or other. The place is full of guys...you could pick up one of them, too".
"And what will you be doing?" I asked.
"Watching." He said, looking me straight in the eyes.
As it was, I had a parcel to be collected so we made our plan for the next day.
Our local Royal Mail depot is on a trading estate. Trading estates are well-known for having secluded, if rather overgrown areas behind the various units, depots and factories. Perhaps that's why they're popular spots for swingers, doggers and casual hook-ups in cars. Ideal for our little plan, which was for me to pick up a random lad for our mutual enjoyment.
The morning came and I began to get ready. Hubby was already downstairs, filling up on coffee while I perused the wardrobe. I picked out a couple of things and decided on a light floral summer dress - fitted at the top with a halter-neck, tight around the waist, and a bottom half which ended just below the knee. Now that's not very alluring, you might be thinking - and you'd be right. So, I went into my drawer and pulled out a white suspender belt and a pair of tan, seamed, sheer nylon stockings. To round things off I squeezed into a pair of white pointed-toe stiletto pumps with ankle straps. Oh, and of course my makeup was totally slutty - heavy eye shadow, false lashes, lipstick - the lot. Now we were in business.
I went very carefully downstairs in my killer heels, and saw hubby standing at the bottom. He looked at me and smiled, and said that any red-blooded man would find me irresistible. Bearing in mind I'm 51 years old, with a full figure, that compliment made me feel as sexy as I knew I looked. I kissed him and whispered in his ear.
"So do you want to watch me get fucked, or not?"
"God, yes" he replied.
"You want to see your Sarah get taken by a stranger? Let him shag me?" I teased.
He couldn't speak now, he just led me to the car and drove the few streets to the collection office.
It was just gone 10am, and there were plenty of people around on their morning breaks. Some were having a breakfast sandwich, some were having a smoke, some were staring into their mobiles, a normal sight outside any workplace. We pulled up and I got out of the car and strolled casually over the tarmac to the collection office, the skirt of my dress billowing slightly in the breeze.
As I opened the large glass door to the collection desk I saw the reflection of two men sitting on a nearby wall - I could see them nodding and exchanging comments about me, so I was obviously getting some attention. There was no-one else in the office, so I was done quickly. I exited and walked past the two guys on the wall, parcel in hand, and overheard one who said:
"Fuck's sake - the state of her! She'd fuckin' get it" he said crudely, unaware that his words had prompted me to flood my satin panties with juices.
I continued tottering along on my hugely impractical shoes, but turned my head to shoot him a knowing smile. It was at this point I noticed a young lad in overalls, leaning against a wall near the corner of the carpark. I looked across to hubby who was watching from the car and gestured with my head as to where I was going. He started the car and moved to a vacant space near the lad.
The boy in my sights was clearly still a teen, but obviously old enough to be working. As I got nearer the clicking of my heels alerted him to my presence and he stood up straight.
"Are you lost, miss? There's nothing down here." He said helpfully.
"Miss? Oh, bless you. You're so polite. No, I'm not lost, I know what I'm after." I said with a just a little coyness.
I moved to within a few inches, and he started to look a bit flushed.
