I am a 41-year-old wife and mother of two. My husband Dave and I have been readers of your magazine for the last couple of years, and we both enjoy the letters about promiscuous married women.

Once Dave asked me if I ever thought about taking a lover, and I replied that I could never do such a thing, because I loved him so much. But that was before I went to visit Karen.

Karen had been our next-door neighbor for six years, and she and I had been very close friends until she and her husband had moved to Florida. When she called me and invited me to come visit her, Dave encouraged me to go, saying that the break would do me good.

When I arrived in Miami, Karen and her husband Jack met me at the airport, where we greeted each other warmly. As we drove back to their house, we caught up on each other’s life.

Karen’s daughter was now a freshman at a university several hundred miles to the north, and at one point Karen suggested that she and I should drive up the Florida coast and visit her. I thought that sounded like a wonderful idea, so we made plans to leave the next day.

The next morning we piled into her car and set off on our trip. Karen had me take my bikini along, because she thought we might stop at a beach along the way. I admired the beautiful Florida scenery as we drove, chatting away like schoolgirls. After a while, our conversation became very personal, and I was shocked when Karen admitted that over the past eight years she had had a lot of, as she put it, “side action.” She told me she’d had several long-term affairs, as well as numerous one-night stands. I was still more taken aback when she told me that her husband was fully aware of this, and even approved.

Karen explained that after years of being married, her and Jack’s sex life had grown routine and predictable. Her first affair had been with a married neighbor, and it had made her feel alive and young again. She also said that when her husband had found out, he was shocked at first, but had then become very turned on by the fact that she was sleeping with another man. Now, each time she came home after being with a lover, Jack would press her to tell him all about it in graphic detail while he made passionate love to her.

As I sat there listening to this, I realized that my own sex life with Dave, while generally satisfying, seemed to lack a certain spark. When I told Karen that Dave had once asked me if I ever thought about stepping out, she laughed and said that maybe he also wanted to see me with another man. I just said I didn’t think so.

When it got late in the day we decided to stop at a small motel for the night. We got a room with two queen-size beds, and after getting settled in we went to a nearby diner for an early dinner. When we got back the evening was still very warm, and Karen suggested we take a dip in the pool and drink some of the wine she’d brought along.

We changed into our bikinis, and when Karen saw me in mine she said that for a woman who had given birth to two kids, I still had a fantastic figure. I looked in the mirror and had to admit that my 34C-25-32 body still looked pretty good. Karen looked good too. Her breasts, while smaller than mine, showed very little sag, and her legs were smooth and shapely. She grabbed a bottle of red wine and a couple of glasses, and we walked out to the pool.

It was just getting dark when we got there, and I saw that there was also a hot tub next to the pool. Karen and I swam a few laps, and then decided to sit in the hot tub for a while and drink our wine.

After a while the combination of the warm soothing water and the wine had us feeling really mellow. At one point Karen remarked that she never wore a suit in her hot tub at home, because she liked feeling the water jets massaging her nude body. With that she removed her top and tossed it onto the patio. I protested that we were in a public place, but she just laughed and pointed out that there was nobody else around to see us. After a moment, feeling somewhat giddy, I followed her example. As I am rather tall, my boobs rode on the top of the water, unless I slouched down. When I did that, the jets gave my tits a soothing massage.

About 15 minutes later, two very buff guys in their early 20s came into the pool area, carrying a six-pack of beer and wearing Speedos that accented the large bulges between their legs. I quickly started to reach for my bikini top, but Karen stopped me. As I looked at her questioningly, she whispered, “Maybe this can be your little side action tonight.”

I got so nervous at that that I gulped down my glass of wine, but Karen promptly refilled it. She was sitting straight up, her breasts clearly visible above the water.

The two guys had been heading for the pool, but seeing us, they came over to the hot tub and asked if they could join us. Karen responded with a smile, saying, “Sure.” She made no move to hide herself, while I tried to scrunch down even deeper into the water.

The guys sat across from us, and I felt their eyes moving over my body. They then introduced themselves as Monty and Ron, saying that they were on their way to a volleyball tournament upstate. That explained why these guys were so buff.

We chatted for a few minutes, but I was still very nervous. I drained my wine glass again, and Karen again immediately refilled it. My conscience was telling me that I shouldn’t be sitting half-naked in a hot tub with two sexy-looking men, but my pussy was throbbing at the thought of what might happen, and numerous naughty visions were swirling around in my head.

After a short time Monty got up to grab another beer, and as he did so I found myself staring at the front of his Speedo, where the bulge was even larger than it had been before. The sight of it made my clit throb unmercifully, and made my nipples achingly hard. I told myself that my husband was thousands of miles away, and would have no way of knowing what might happen.

When Monty got back into the hot tub, he sat down right next to me, on my left. I caught Karen smiling at me knowingly. She then moved over next to Ron. That young man then asked if we would object to him removing his Speedo, since he liked to have the water jets massage his whole body. “Go ahead,” Karen replied quickly. “I like doing that too.” With that she jumped up and peeled off her bottom, giving us all a good look at her shaved pussy.

Monty and Ron both stood now and pulled off their trunks. My eyes were glued to Monty’s crotch as he revealed a cock that was to die for. It had to be over nine inches in length, and as thick as a large cucumber. I knew right then that I was going to be an unfaithful wife. My head swam as I stood up and peeled off my bottom as well, still staring at that magnificent cock.

When we sat back down I felt the entire length of Monty’s thigh against mine, and an electrical charge surged through my body. As if in a trance I reached over and wrapped my left hand around his very stiff penis. God, it felt so hard! I felt it pulse a couple of times as I held it, and I knew I had to feel it pulse deep inside my pussy.

When I looked at Monty, he put his arm around me and leaned in for a very soft, sensuous kiss. When our lips parted, I pulled his mouth back to mine, this time pushing my tongue into his mouth, where it engaged in an erotic dance with his. I continued to stroke his cock as we kissed, and seconds later I felt his hand cup my right breast, pinching my aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I was lost now, and my husband was the furthest thing from my mind. I heard Karen moaning, and when I looked over I saw that she was now sitting on Ron’s lap as he sucked on her breasts. I wanted to feel Monty’s lips on my nipples too, so I lifted my right breast to his mouth, gasping as he began to suck and nibble at it. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t wait any longer, and I whispered into his ear, “Come to my room with me. Please.”

Monty pulled his mouth off my breast and took my hand in his as we climbed out of the hot tub. I grabbed my suit but couldn’t take the time to put it on, and I ended up walking my Adonis to our door without a stitch on, fervently hoping that no one could see us.

As soon as we were in the room, I moved to the bed and lay my wet body down on the sheets. Monty quickly followed, kissing me as I lay on my back. Our kisses got gradually more forceful, until I was practically sucking his tongue out of his mouth. Finally he abandoned my lips and started slowly kissing his way down my body, over my neck, onto my breasts. I began to beg him to take me. “Oh, I will,” he murmured. “But I want to savor this beautiful body first.”

With that he kissed and licked his way down to my navel, rimming it several times and making me squirm with desire. Then he moved further down, over the golden pelt just above my pussy. When I felt his breath on my labia, I thought I was in heaven. I parted my legs for him as he slowly started to lick my wet opening. I heard myself moan as his tongue ran along my slit, and I suddenly had the urge to return the pleasure. “I want to suck you,” I panted, and he immediately swung his body around, rolling onto his back as he pulled me on top of him.

I opened my mouth as wide as possible to take that huge tool inside it, and for the first time in 17 years I began sucking a cock that was not my husband’s. I heard Monty’s moans mingling with mine, and I felt him push a couple of fingers deep inside my pussy and begin sawing away as he continued to suck on my clit. This man could eat pussy way better than my husband, and I soon found myself humping away on his face while trying to take his massive cock down my throat.

I had learned a long time ago how to handle the gag reflex, but I had to make a concerted effort with Monty, because his cock was so much thicker than any I had sucked before. I managed to take about six inches of it into my mouth, and, judging by his frequent moans, he liked what I was doing.

Suddenly I felt a warm tingling sensation rushing through my body, and seconds later I came for the first time that night. My body shook violently as I pushed my pussy against Monty’s mouth, but he kept his lips glued to my clit throughout my climax. I pulled my mouth from his cock and wailed like a banshee as I spasmed again and again.

When I finally came down from my orgasm, I took Monty’s cock back into my mouth and resumed sucking him. Moments later I felt that thing expand and then begin to pulse as he flooded my mouth with his sperm. His come had a thick, salty texture, and he seemed to have an endless supply. I swallowed all I could, but there was so much that some of it spilled out the side of my mouth. When he stopped spurting I began to lick his entire cock, greedily slurping up what remained of his juices.

Just at that point I heard the door of the room open, and Karen and Ron came in. Karen smiled at me as she saw me nuzzling Monty’s cock, then quickly pulled Ron onto the other bed, where they started to make out like teenagers.

I continued to play with Monty’s cock, licking and stroking it in an effort to bring it back to life. As young and strong as he was, it didn’t take very long. When he was hard again I swung my body around and kissed him, tasting my own juices on his mouth. I then whispered to him that I wanted him to make love to me right then.

Monty rolled me onto my back and moved between my spread legs. As he rubbed his monster dick along my slit, I looked over and saw that Ron was pushing his cock deep inside Karen’s pussy.

Monty took hold of my ankles and placed them over his shoulders, and a moment later I felt his thick cock pressing against my inflamed opening. I couldn’t help gasping, as the head of it was bigger than anything I’d ever had, and for a second or two I feared that it was going to do some serious damage to my pussy.

Monty held still for a moment with just his cockhead inside me, and I could feel my vaginal muscles clenching repeatedly, as if my pussy were sucking him off. Then he gave a gentle push, and a couple more inches of his cock slid into me. It felt as if my pussy was going to explode, but I loved the sensation of being so full.

After several more pushes, Monty finally got all the way inside me, and I felt his heavy balls resting against my ass. He had gone deeper and stretched me wider than any man I had ever known. He looked down at me with his dazzling blue eyes and asked, “Are you ready for this?”

I knew he could see the answer in my eyes as he immediately started making long, slow thrusts with his cock, pulling nearly all the way out and then sliding back in. Each time he did that I felt the ridge of his cockhead massaging my inner walls, and after only a couple of strokes I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. It was as though a tidal wave had washed over me. I heard myself screaming loudly as my body went out of control.

Monty held himself still throughout my climax, but when I finally calmed down he started fucking me again. My legs were bent so far back that my knees were almost up to my head, but I didn’t care; I wanted him to take me as fully as possible. But when he bent down to kiss me, my legs slipped off his shoulders, and I wrapped them around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back and holding on for dear life as I was taken to heaven several more times by this incredible stud. Each time I came I clamped my spasming pussy around his cock in an attempt to make him come with me, but each time he held off.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he announced that he was ready, and as he speeded up his strokes I begged him to come deep inside my body. I felt him stiffen and heard his loud moan as he filled my womb with his warm jism. I came once more as he did so, my body shaking as though I were having a seizure. I came and came, while Monty collapsed on top of me, my legs still locked around his waist.

When I recovered I looked over at Karen and saw that she was on her hands and knees, with Ron behind her, fucking her doggie-style. I had never witnessed anyone making love before and it was an extremely erotic thing. I watched as Ron pounded her hard enough to make her breasts sway back and forth, their wet bodies making a sharp slapping sound each time he pushed into her.

Monty’s cock was still inside my pussy, and amazingly, I felt it getting hard again as he too watched what our friends were doing. When he whispered in my ear, suggesting that we do the same, I didn’t hesitate. I rolled over onto my knees and elbows, feeling our love juices sliding down my legs as Monty positioned himself behind me. He brought his cock to my opening and gave a gentle push, and I heard myself groan with delight as that thick rod slid back inside me.

This time, as Monty began thrusting in and out of me, I could feel his cock continuously rubbing against my exposed clit. This wonderful stimulation set me off again, and soon I was coming almost continuously, having one climax after another, until I was screaming my head off and pounding the bed with my fists. I had never experienced anything like that, and it went on for a long time before Monty came inside me once again.

When I looked over at Karen, she and Ron were both watching us with big smiles on their faces. Karen winked at me and gave me the thumbs-up sign, indicating that she had enjoyed our performance.

We rested for a while, and then I made love to Monty once again by riding his cock as he lay on his back and played with my bouncing breasts. I had several more orgasms before that was over. Karen and Ron kept busy too. The guys finally left around two in the morning, saying they had to be on the road early the next day.

As soon as they were out the door, Karen grinned at me and said, “Judging by what just happened, I’d say I’m not the only one who likes having a little side action.” I said nothing, but we both knew she was right.

We completed our trip the next day and had a nice visit with Karen’s daughter, and on the way back we stopped at a bar and again picked up two young studs, with whom we had a wild afternoon. Neither of them was as well endowed as Monty, but that was the first time I had ever been double-teamed, and I loved it.

After that I admitted to Karen that I was hooked, and would probably want some discreet side action on a regular basis from then on. She said I should tell my husband, who would probably be delighted, but I’m not so sure about that. Maybe he will read this letter and figure out that I am the woman in the story. Then I guess I’ll find out for sure if she was right.