Journey From Single Girl to Wife

I was known as the "swinging single girl" in my office at the phone company. I was single for many years and did not get married until I was almost 30 years old. That was in the 1970s and during that time, most girls got married right after high school. They viewed the marriage license as a license to fuck. I never thought that way. If I liked the guy, we had sex.

I lived in a small town of about 40,000 people and fucked more than 15 guys from that town and area. Several of the guys I fucked were friends with previous lovers of mine. I think those lovers shared with their friends that I was a good fuck, and they sought me out. It was fine with me.

When I met my husband, I had not been dating anyone. I was tired of the singles scene. I was tired of finding out that the guy hitting on me at the bar was friends with the guy I had just broken up with. I was tired of being passed around from guy to guy. We future husband and I did not have sex until three weeks after we met. Usually, I had fucked most guys I was dating by the second or third date. Some got to fuck me on the first date. By the time I met my future husband, I was done with the singles scene and no longer fucked a guy right away. I knew early on, about two weeks into the relationship, that he was the "one" and did not want to ruin things by jumping into bed too soon with him.

I was very open with him about my previous sex life with him. I shared with him a lot of details about the number of guys I slept with and what I did with them. I also told him that he was also not the first in anal sex, cunnilingus, shower sex, all different sex positions using Kama Sutra, fucking outdoors, being watched having sex, posing for nude photos and getting fucked multiple times in one night. The look on his face was priceless.

After we got married, I purchased a copy of "The Joy of Sex" to help me with both the physical and emotional transition in going from a girl who had been screwing lots of guys was now just screwing one guy. I remember seeing my wedding picture in the local newspaper and often wondered if, when they saw my wedding picture, thought to themselves "I got that pussy before he did."

Over time, our lovemaking got juicier. We dropped our false bravado, and our lives became enmeshed physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and sexually. The total trust, surrender, the ability to give and receive interchangeably was so much better than when I was a swinging single girl where all that mattered was having a hard dick in my pussy with the man balls deep inside me.

About eight years after we were married, I entered a yearlong affair with a co-worker. He was 28 and single. I was 38 and mother of two children. Gene, my husband, was traveling all the time and gone during the week. Unfortunately, my high sex drive was not being met, and I found it in the arms of another man. Gene was gone Monday through Thursday of each week. When Gene was gone, I would tell the babysitter that I had to work overtime and would not be home until 6 p.m. or so. I would also call Gene and leave him a message. My lover and I would go to his apartment and fuck. I would return home with a cum filled pussy. There was one time that Gene had told me that he was going to be gone until Friday. I told my co-worker that we could fuck on Thursday evening as well. I did the same routine with the babysitter and Gene and told them I was working late. My lover and I had great sex and when I returned home -- guess what? Gene's plans had changed, and he was home. He was horny and wanted sex that evening but I was able to talk him out of it. We fucked the following night. Unfortunately, my health suffered from the affair and the guilt associated with it. I quit my job and became a full time stay at home Mom.

I confessed the affair to Gene many years later and he said he had always suspected it was going on due to his travels. He accepted responsibility and said he was not giving me what I needed at home. He also told me it turned him on knowing I was fucking another man behind his back. Many years later, in my 60s, I became a Hot Wife with Gene's encouragement. I think my need for sex and my affair with my co-worker made me feel comfortable with straying and having sex with men other than my husband. I am still a Hot Wife and regularly see five men for sex. Gene loves watching me.