I just love sex

My husband thinks I just do it to please him, but the truth is, I have always been showing my juicy cunt to men ever since I knew men wanted to fuck me, even before I hit my teens. You read other girls and women's accounts of sexual awakening, but they fall into the same trap of being untruthful, citing the barely legal age of consent as their first awakening, my own was at eight when the parish priest welcomed me on a days outing by train to the seaside and my alcoholic biological father took my into the same carriage, as the priest, and sat on the other side drinking a bottle of whiskey, given to him by the priest, and looked at the passing scenery while the priest opened me with his cock, and put his load inside me, long before my eggs dropped.
I entered puberty three years later, still being interfered with by the same priest, and my father eighteen months into his grave, by then I had received the holy trinity of cock, mouth, pussy, and my small ass, all my orifices blessed with semen injected balls deep into them.

For all these real women telling their little fibs about when they tasted cock for the first time, they feel comfortable in lying about their ages, but for me, just watching a man's eyes as he learns of my acceptance of riding their flashy poles for pleasure, just adds a little more spice to the mix, and this is why as I grew into my teens, leaving my knickers in the drawer when going out into the big bad world, meant I enjoyed sexual experienced on a daily basis, even in my brothers bed, I gave him his first hand and blowjob, his first taste of inside a girls tight asshole, not done out of love or even family, but just relieving that horny itch that only a cock can scratch, always remembering, "A standing dick has no conscience", show your brother your snatch, and he's on you like a rat up a drainpipe, nothing personal, but feeling your brothers need for you, as he fucks you, is the salt and pepper of sex that most girls cut their virginities on when losing their hymens.

Pulling my bathing costume aside in the local swimming baths, to expose my cunt to the water outlet jet, while the lifeguard sits in his high chair at the poolside showing his dick down the side of his shorts, was the reason I learned to swim, as well as my daddy taking me there as a girl and undressing me in the men's changing room full of paedophiles jacking off onto my nude body for money to feed his habit. Cum showers in the local baths was perfect, the chlorinated smell of old semen is drowned out by the baths themselves using chlorine to purify the water, for ten pounds the men could cum in my mouth, the taste I got used to, the habit of fucking me in the baths, where I started my summer job as a student and being gang-banged in the saunas on Wednesday nights, when supposed gay men met for sex, as soon as I was there handing out towels these gay men had me on top of the pile of cotton, giving me one, and just wiping their cum and my juices onto the clean towels, for the next gay men to wrap around themselves.

I honestly believe I turned my husband into cuckold by my actions. We holidayed down b y the Med on local nude beaches, where I was in my element, drawing my husbands attention to men looking at me when I was naked. he soon cottoned on I was a tease and that when I teased I was horny enough to want to fuck. He began to feel he could control me sexually whenever I was horny, and I encouraged him to take control of my body and order me to do things to tease other men. "Let him see your cunt and play with it", he would mutter under his breath, and enjoy seeing the voyeur wank himself to my dirty deeds out there in the open. The same happened whenever we went shopping, no knickers and bending deliberately in front of older men, showing my arse cheeks and vagina, and then smiling openly to the old men and going over and chatting, sometimes going for a coffee and listening to us, with my phone on, he would have a wank in the bathroom imagining us sitting their talking sexy and dirty.
On some occasions, I would go into the car park with the old men and have sex in the car, I could not help myself and of course we had small cams in the car and posted for other to comment.

I chose the spot where to lie on the beach, I always chose a point where there was a path to the beach and men would have no choice but to see me on their way there. I always made sure there was a screen of trees or bushes for them to be able to have a wank as they voyeured me, and that I could enjoy and wank myself back at them, while my husband lay beside me face down and oblivious to my openly sexual behaviour to strangers who came there solely to see naked women on the beach. Lying naked or near naked in the open sun does something to a woman, we see men with their dicks swinging in our faces and we know instinctively that our tits and cunts are turning these men on, it thrills us like in days of old before out ungrateful husbands started looking elsewhere for the same thrill. I can achieve orgasm with a silent jilling-off in front of a man jacking off and signalling to me to come over and fuck him, I love the sense of freedom and liberation, and seeing him shoot whenever my own stream of ejaculation spurts from my open cunt, he knows then I just cummed for him and what he was doing in front of me, this is why men do this shit, they know deep down we love it too.

I did a stint after studying as an airline stewardess, I won't mention the airline out of respect buy it's a story that I know my colleagues, if reading this, will remember me by. We boarded London Heathrow for Singapore via middle east and as the flight got underway, I was assigned the business class section, because these passengers got the best after first class. I was a girl who went without undies as it was more comfortable and some of the girls knew it. We had served dinner and were settling down for the long session with in flight movies and or sleep, when a colleague who was working first class came to me and told me a passenger, a silver haired fox, as we called them back then, asked her if there were any memberships left for the mile high club. The fictitious fuck club in the sky so to speak.
She was obviously flattered by the offer as every stewardess in first always wanted to hook a rich guy, but she was already taken and married just a few months earlier b=y her long time boyfriend. I followed her down to first class and she pointed out the man looking for sex, and as I always carried a torch for older men she handed him over to me and took my station in business, while I prepared myself to let this man fuck me in the toilets.
I took the opportunity to refresh his champagne glass and when I was there I felt him give my body the once over as a suitable fuck for Eileen, now in Business. He did ask where she was and told him bluntly she had swapped with me, because she was married and felt compromised and embarrassed by his offer.
He then turned his attention to me, younger more blond and with a nice figure, "What about you?" I smiled warmly back at him, I wanted him to, and could feel my wetness run down my inner thigh, since I was not wearing any cotton panties to absorb my eagerness for a quickie.
"I have a fiancée back home", I countered, but for a nice gift I might make your membership available, but we have to act fast", I retorted. His face looked shocked, as if he was jesting and never thought a beautiful woman would be as open and frank as he was asking for sex.
I went away and fetched the online shopping magazine for first class and turned to the gold section and pointed to selected items that cost hundreds of dollars, necklaces and bracelets, "These will guarantee your membership with me".
He sat stupefied and stared at me as I encouraged him to buy them with his credit card, "We will be landing shortly and can have this done and over with before then".
He ought the items, and I made him sign them over to me for special favours, so he would not demand them upon leaving and claim I did not give them to him.
We then went to the bathroom and my friend drew the curtain close and stood guard to direct any other passenger to the bathroom across the deck. I stripped of naked and we had sex over the basin in my heels and stockings, we did not use protection as it always felt nicer when flesh on flesh, besides I was on the pill and loved the feeling of being ejaculated into, which usually trigger my own orgasm.
We arrived at our destination and as he departed he handed me his business card and told me to call him. I still wear my gold trinkets from my mile high club fuck a few hours out from Singapore, I wear them with pride, because I made that decision on my own and got what I wanted, as did he of course, but we never met again, although word got around he was looking for me, but I quite shortly after that. I sometimes look at his business card and tempted to call, but it was a long time ago, when I was a young woman looking for fun and the chances are he has long gone and died, after all he was in his sixties when I fucked him in the toilet.