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We drove home in virtual silence. I was so horny because of what we had just done but couldn’t help wondering if Mary felt the same. I was now hooked on watching my wife with another man. I was unsure what I would do if she didn’t want to go on.When we arrived home Mary got out of the car saying, “We need to talk” as she disappeared into the house leaving me to put the car away. That’s it, I thought, she’s embarrassed by what’s happened and wants to stop. Damn. I had to try and talk her back into it.I walked into the kitchen. There was my once sweet, demure wife on the floor, doggy style, her skirt pulled up over her waist, her legs spread as far as she could, giving an uninterrupted view of her oh, so wet, cunt.“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going out and offering myself to the first man I meet.”Almost before she had finished the sentence I had my trousers and boxers off and entered her. The ensuing sex was rough, wanton and so, so satisfying.As we lay there after, I said, “If you had found a stranger to shag, I wouldn’t have minded, as long as I could watch.”“That’s why we need to talk,” she said. “I can’t stop this. I know I’ve not really done much, but I’m so alive. Please, please can we find a way? I need more. I love you so, so, much but this is not about love. It’s about sex: sheer, unadulterated, sex. I feel so wanton. Yes, if you hadn’t fucked me, I might have gone out and fucked anyone. We need to do much, much more of this. You do want to, don’t you?”Did she need to ask? I assured her I did. So we talked. About our future.This took some time. I don’t know what I had unleashed in my gorgeous Mary, but she suddenly seemed to have an unquenchable thirst for sex. Don’t get me wrong. I am most definitely not complaining. I couldn’t have been happier, but I was just having difficulty in understanding the intensity, the speed of the sea change in her attitude towards sex. Anyway, we kept getting sidetracked. I could tell you I came half a dozen times that night, but you probably wouldn’t believe me and you would be right not to. What isn’t a lie though, is that Mary had three shattering orgasms, from just my tongue and finger***What a twenty-four hours. No going back. I was aching to get another man’s cock in me. At least I thought I was. But how did I know? This is ridiculous. How could my attitude have changed so fast? I’ve never had any man’s cock in me apart from Dan’s. Twenty-three years of him patiently making love to his almost-frigid wife. Now, suddenly, I’m talking about getting fucked by strangers! I’m dreaming. Yes. That must be the answer. I’ll wake up in a moment to find I’m still the Old Mary. But no. If that’s the case, I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to go back to being Old Mary. The feelings I’ve had since Sam convinced me to take my bra off in front of him, are like none I’ve ever experienced before. What opened the floodgates I don’t know, probably never will, but I don’t care.How could I have done what I did with Sam? Old Mary didn’t even enjoy sucking Dan; no way would she have swallowed his cum. But there, with a man I’d only just met, I did, and would have let him fuck me if he hadn’t come early.I knew I needed to explore the world of sex. I don’t know what’s out there. I’m too naive to know. God, I’m forty-three and I’m saying I don’t know anything about sex. I hereby swear the next one hundred days will see that resolved.I honestly wasn’t worried how I did it. When I went into the house and stripped off, waiting for Dan, I was praying he would go along with my thoughts. Thankfully, he seemed more than up for it. The fuck we had was animalistic. No love, no passion, just hard rutting sex. It took me to new heights, or perhaps depths. We now had no inhibitions between us. Seems strange to say that, considering we had been married for over two decades, but total openness about sex had never really been something that seemed easy. To me. Escort esat Definitely my fault, as the Old Mary, the Mary of a few days ago, would have been aghast at what the new, slutty Mary was doing, considering, and talking about.We took it in turns telling each other where we thought we might go from here. Anywhere, seemed to be the answer. The major stipulation we made was that any sexual activity would always be in the presence of the other partner. That was partly so there was no chance of jealousy, although that seemed a remote possibility, but mainly to give me the confidence to do what I knew, deep down, I desperately wanted to do. But I needed Dan’s total support. So if he was there, watching, I would know I had it. If I didn’t, he could stop me.All the talk initially was about what I wanted to do and try. With help from Google, to show me some ideas (remember, until only a week or so ago I didn’t look at porn) we decided to consider joining some ‘readers’ wives’ type forums, to try to find local dogging locations (I had to have that one explained, but god, did the thought of meeting total strangers, sucking them off, or even getting fucked by them, turn me on – more time consumed by Dan bringing me off again!), and for me to try flashing and some public sex. Again, this idea turned us both on.I realised so far this had all been about me. I asked Dan what he wanted out of it. He tried to convince me that watching me do the scenarios we had been through was a huge turn on and enough for him, but I really felt he ought to get more, so I pressed him about fucking other women.”Do you think it would turn you on, watching me fuck another woman then, as much as it does me, watching you?” he asked.”I don’t know,” I honestly replied, “but there’s only one way to find out,” so it went on our ‘to do’ list.Then back to me. We were now moving into sexual deviations (Oh my god. That’s the Old Mary raising her moral judgment. Back in your box, Old Mary, no time for you now).Anyway, we were looking at bondage, spanking, humiliation, and water sports, amongst others.We both agreed that although the thought of being tied up and fucked was a turn on, the ornate rope tying shown on a lot of the sites did nothing for us at all. Spanking, though. Mm, I was up for that. To what level I’m not sure, so we decided we would experiment with that ourselves, before taking it further. Huh, ‘taking it further;’ no question of not doing it, just how far will we go.Dan got quite excited over the humiliation scene. I suppose watching me get fucked is a form of it. He also admitted he was more than up for having his cock slapped and some face sitting, etc. Who would have thought it? My prudishness had obviously meant he’d kept these things buttoned up, so I resolved then to make sure he got to experience all this.Then, watersports. Again, until we looked at the sites, I had no idea what that meant. The jury was out on that one. Something made me think we might end up trying it, but at the moment, there were more enticing ideas I wanted to try.Twenty-three years wasted, twenty-five if you count the time we were going out before we were married. How could I make it up to him? This evening had been a voyage of discovery. I had no idea about the world of sex and sexual activity out there. Of course, I knew it existed. Old Mary would tut-tut over reports in the paper, or discussions with her friends, whenever something slightly risque was reported. But the detail. The fact that there were so many ‘ordinary’ people who were enjoying sex, who were prepared to let the world know they were enjoying it.The range of activities. I won’t call them kinks. I’ll leave that term to Old Mary. Some we had seen, I admit I wouldn’t want to try, but as long as they were legal, then I saw no reason to consider them wrong. It was a case of one man’s meat is another man’s poison. Er, perhaps etimesgut escort the term ‘meat’ here is not totally appropriate, but you know what I mean.My fetishes, I had yet to discover. What would turn me on the most? I said earlier, looking at some of these sites on the web caused my juices to flow, but in the flesh, I wondered which I could embrace.I asked Dan if he knew what his triggers were and was surprised by his answer. I should have known; of course, I should have known. For god’s sake, I’d been his wife for a quarter of a century, but with the upbringing I’d had, not only would I not have had this conversation, but the Old Mary would have accused him of being a pervert. In spades. His kink? Underwear. He apparently gets more turned on by seeing women in sexy lingerie than seeing them naked. It excites him to see an errant bra strap, or a quick glimpse down a blouse, or a view up a skirt. Well, well. Old Mary living with a dirty old man. Lucky her!That was the one he knew he had. Others, like mine, he was going to have to discover, although he was certainly excited by the humiliation, cock-slapping photos we saw. I thought I might quite enjoy administering that!To say browsing these sites was an eye-opener would be a massive understatement. Everything from men dressed in nappies to women wearing gas masks. I had real trouble keeping Old Mary at bay with some of the things we saw. I was so very close to commenting “Yuk,” or “That’s disgusting,” on a number of occasions, but then the New Mary asserted herself, making it plain that she understood there was no harm in any of it. It was consenting adults doing what they enjoy. After all, not everyone enjoys football or Brussels sprouts. It would be a less colourful world if they did. Who knows, when you look at where I am now, to where I was only a few weeks ago, it’s impossible to say what my eventual destination might be.So everything was on the table but for now, our – my – focus needed to be on getting fucked by another man. My heart and my libido were telling me I wanted it, desperately wanted it, and would embrace sleeping around easily. My head was not so sure. What if I found I couldn’t? All this glib talk of bondage and dogging would be just that: glib talk. I needed to resolve this as soon as possible.We discussed the quickest way to do it, and given our lack of experience on how to find men to fuck, the obvious thing seemed to be to see if Sam would screw me. After all, that was the way we had left it. So we decided, first thing Monday morning, Dan would contact him to see if we could fix a date. The sooner the better, from my point of view. I was convinced once I was over that hurdle, no others would be a problem, but I had to get rid of the niggling doubt that I might find another man abhorrent.***Normal staid everyday life stuck its boring head up back up on Monday morning after this journey into debauchery. I needed to go into work while Mary had to attend a board meeting for a charity of which she was a trustee, so we were going, somehow, to have to put our sexual adventures on the back burner for a while.I’d told Mary I’d contact Sam to organise a day to go over there so she could get well and truly fucked by him, but as the fates would have it, when I phoned him he told me he had heard over the weekend he had an urgent commission abroad to sort out. There was no way he could not do it, and he’d be away for at least a month. Shit. I can’t say how disappointed I was. The number of times I’d fantasised over the weekend about his cock sinking deep into my wife. Mary would be gutted. We would need to think of something else instead.***We talked it over that evening. I was desperate to make that fateful step, to be screwed by someone other than my husband. Sam had perfectly fitted the bill as he was almost a stranger but it wasn’t like walking up to someone in the etlik escort bayan street. Could I do that? Be fucked by a total stranger? Easily, in the comfort of my home thinking about it, but in reality? Who knows? But I have got to find out. Soon.We settled on the flashing and public sex idea, which excited us both. Hopefully, it would lead to getting fucked by a stranger. We decided to go out on the Saturday, take a lengthy drive on the motorway, so I had an opportunity to flash the lorry drivers, then have lunch in a pub somewhere, where hopefully I’d get to show off my tits and pussy, then perhaps find a car park where Dan could give me a hard fucking although, hopefully along the way, we might engineer a scenario where I could get screwed (You know I so love using these dirty words now; Old Mary would have fainted at the thought).We discussed the clothes I’d wear. We decided on a wrap-around skirt which would be easy for me to pull up in the car, and claim accidental exposure in the pub if anyone complained. We went through my wardrobe for a top, but nothing seemed right, so Dan tasked me to buy something suitable. A real bonus. Shopping. For something sexy. Dan suggested finding a sheer white or black blouse that would either let everyone see what my bra was like or more likely, how hard my nipples were. A jacket would provide the necessary modesty if needed. Undies were okay. I now had the selection we had bought for the shoot. We’d wait to see what colour the blouse was before finalising the choice. Dan said I had to wear dark stockings so it would be easy for anyone looking into the car to see what I was wearing. A nice neat pair of black shoes with four-inch heels would complete the outfit. I couldn’t wait. I felt so hot just thinking about letting as many men as possible see me revealing everything.***Saturday took forever to arrive. Mary had bought a beautifully sheer, black blouse, which would show to perfection the lacy black bra she wore that morning, or her pert nipples when she went braless later, as I’m sure she would. Or at least that was the idea. We were both hot at the thought of her sitting in a pub like that.We got in the car and headed for the motorway where we thought we would have the best opportunities to flash lorry drivers. We had about a forty-five-minute drive through town to get there, but Mary couldn’t wait.***Nervous anticipation that morning. All dressed up ready to reveal myself to anyone willing to look, but still with lingering doubts, but I have to say with each day the doubts were decreasing; the realisation we were on this sexual adventure was uppermost in my mind.We had a route planned and would spend about an hour on the motorway before turning off for a pub we had found on Trip Advisor which looked perfect for my revelations. Other than that, what we did we would play by ear, as any opportunity presented itself.Once we were underway, the anticipation of my sexy adventure took care of any remaining uncertainties. Although we were driving through busy shopping streets, I hitched my skirt up above my stocking tops opening my legs so anyone who glanced in could see right up to my sheer black knickers. Having checked with Dan, he assured me my dark-haired triangle was visible through them. For a while, no one seemed to notice. I guess the speed we were travelling meant nobody had a chance to react, but then we got stuck in traffic.The number of people walking by on the pavement was increasing. I had a small urge to tug the skirt down but before I could, I saw in the passenger rear-view mirror that a cyclist had come up on the inside. He had stopped slightly behind me, having a great look at my stocking-clad legs and suspenders. That was it. No lingering questions left at all that I would enjoy this. My heart pumped harder as I raised my right leg, put my foot on the dashboard and rubbed myself through my knickers. The cyclist edged forward to get a better view. I looked up at him and smiled, pulling my knickers aside. I think he nearly fell off! Unfortunately, before I could finger myself, which had been my plan, the traffic moved, and we sped away from him. Still, I expect he had a lovely wank when he got back home.

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