** At the time of writing, I'm currently 48 years old and divorced for maybe 16 or 17 years. I cant quite remember. This is my attempt to string together some of my past experiences that rightly or wrongly have shaped who I am. I hope you enjoy reading this and please don't judge me. I'd love to receive comments from my readers too so feel free to say what you want. **
** This story has elements of Incest/Taboo. Please be warned. **
The Marriage Years
I got married young, 22 or 23, I really honestly can't remember. We had dated for about 2 years before we decided to get married. In retrospect, I guess I rushed into it. Ralph was a good 7 years older than men and again I think I liked the fact that an older man found me desirable. I also liked the fact that he came from a nice conservative family.
Ralph was far from conservative though. He was almost like a man about town and had many admirers. That was another thing that drew me to him. I felt special that he wanted me over all the other women he could have. He loved to fuck too so that was always a plus point!
While we were dating, I was exclusive with Ralph. Well, exclusive as far as other men were concerned. My boys, what I referred to as Dad and my two brothers, continued fucking me while I was dating Ralph. I didn't think of my family as being other men, they were family. So it wasn't cheating in my mind. It did slow down a lot though, mainly because I was going out on dates a lot and wasn't as accessible or available as before. Or maybe they just felt since I was seriously dating, things at home should slow down.
Mark was the one though that kept pestering me. While it didn't happen always, he particularly liked to come into my room after I returned from a day out with Ryan. He would ask me what I did and if I got fucked or gave Ryan a blowjob. It was kind of liberating for me to talk about it and we would end up having sex or at the very least I'd give Mark a blowjob. Daddy still called me into his room but our sessions were more cuddles and we would always talk about Ryan and how I should take care of my soon to be new family. There was also talk of Ryan's needs and how there would be times that maybe I wasn't in the mood but I should do my best to please him anyway. There were also constant reminders that I could never tell Ralph about what transpired in our family home as it was far to dangerous a thing to reveal. He also stressed that some secrets are best kept to oneself. That was something I always remembered.
Often, while Daddy was cuddling me and talking, I'd feel his cock getting hard and pressing against me and we would often end up having sex. Quick hard sessions with little or no foreplay. Just taken to satiate his throbbing cock.
My wedding day was a blur. There was just so much to do and running from one place to another. The morning was spend getting ready and sorting out last minute details. We had the registration in the evening and then followed by a dinner later that dragged on till late. There was a lot of drinking and dancing and I was really tired.
Ralph and I finally went up to our room and to be honest, I was really too tired to do anything. I knew it was customary though to get fucked on my wedding night and while I was tired, there was still a burning ember in my pussy thinking how it would finally get fucked as a married woman.
I don't know what I was expecting really but Ralph was a little drunk and he was rather obnoxious when he was drunk. Funnily enough, this was also the first time I was seeing him drunk. Sex that night was quick and almost mechanical. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, teased his fingers along my slit for a while then pressed his cock against my pussy. He smiled down at me as he pushed his cock deep into me. I gasped feeling the penetration and looked up into his eyes. His eyes were glazed over with lust and alcohol and the tenderness and love that I thought I may see were somehow not there.
He fucked me hard and fast and came rather quickly. I didn't cum although it was still pleasurable and I felt unsatisfied. Ralph pulled out of me and I could feel his cum dripping out of me as he climbed into bed and fell asleep.
It was the first time Ralph had failed to satisfy me and probably one of the few times I hadn't cum during sex with any man for that matter. I started to wonder if something was wrong with me and I was overcome with a myriad of emotions and I started to cry softly, finally crying myself to sleep.
