"It sure would be exciting."
"Hey babe, can we talk seriously for a few moments."
"Certainly my love, and you needn't ask me permission form something like that, if you have something on your mind just come out and talk to me."
"OK, I have some questions, and I hope you don't think me to bossy if I ask them."
"Not at all my sweet, go ahead."
"I understand you wanted me to lose my conservative manners and clothes and be more of a slutty wife for you, and I have no problem doing that for you, as a matter of fact, I'm enjoying doing it. But can you tell me where this is headed? What is your end dream for us doing this?"
"I don't have an end dream for us, only that we get to enjoy each other as we play, keep the spice up in our sex lives, and feel the thrill of the occasional unexpected turn of events. What, do you have a concern?"
"Well to voice my concerns, I would have to tell you a story about myself that I never told you. It is quite lengthy so I hope you wouldn't interrupt me and just let me tell it."
"OK, let me get a drink and I'm all ears."
"Do you want a beer, I'll get it, I'm already up."
"Yes, that would be fine."
She went and got four beers and came back to the couch. She stood there, took off her robe and sat on the couch facing me while sitting on one leg.
"I don't need four my dear."
"Two are for you and two are for me Hon."
"OK, it's going to be that kind of story."
"Unfortunately, yes, not a proud part of my life, but you should know especially with the direction we are heading in our sexual play."
"Alright love, I'm all yours."
"OK, to start, I wasn't always conservative, as a matter of fact I was somewhat wild in my early teens. I didn't understand the world and I certainly didn't understand myself going from a girl into a young woman. My mother was a church prude, my father was a farmer that needed boys to help around the farm, not girls. My only blueprint to marriage was grab some guys, get him to marry you, keep his house and spit out some babies. I didn't see world wind romances like in those dime store books; my reality was quite different. Do you understand so far?"
"Yes, my love, but I already knew you weren't the woman you tried to be when I met you."
"May I ask how you knew that?"
"Any woman who tries that hard to appear salt of the edge prude and proper, is trying to hide her past from the masses. Pendulums don't swing in only one direction; they go from extreme to extreme. As a matter of fact, I would take a guess that at some point in your life you were somewhat submissive."
"Wow, you have amazing insight, and thank you. That will make telling you this a whole lot easier."
"Then go ahead my dear, tell away."
"Well, as you might have guessed, none of the boys in my small farm town were interested in getting a farm wife when they were young. They normal plan is they sewed their wild oats until they were sixteen or so, then they started dating for wives, but by that time my short past and reputation ruled me out as wife material. I was always good in school and got into a community college where I did fairly well and got a two-year degree. But once I got to state college, I found myself too far behind, so the plan changed back to marriage and family."
"I can understand that, and I think I see what's coming. Please go on."
"I only knew three things for sure, how to work in business administration, how to be a total slut, and that I never wanted to go back to the farm, so I turned back to the one that got me my first boys at 13 years old. That's when I met my first husband.
"Yes, and although I've asked you very little about him and tour marriage, it was obvious wasn't a good memory for you."
"No, and it still isn't, but you have the right to know, especially now that we're playing the way we are. He fancied himself a dominant man, but he was really a wimp. If he didn't get his way he would pound his fists and stamp his feet and whine, and most of the time I did what he wanted just to shut him up. But he wasn't like you, he didn't enjoy my body while doing risky and sexual things with me, he just wanted to demean and humiliate me in front of others. He went from flashing my body to somewhat brutal sexual acts and stuff like that. He had this dream of sharing me with strangers but ai always told him NO. Once in a while he would tell me to suck one of his friend's cocks, and when I wouldn't he would slap me and force my head down in their laps. With it being two against one I would lose that battle and end up doing it. One night we went to a college party with some of his friends, and all three of them came up with a plan to strip me, gag me, tie me spread eagle to a bench on the back porch of the house we were at and write Free Fuck on my body. I told him I wouldn't do it, so he slapped me and again pushed my head down on some stranger's cock. I bite that guy, punched my husband in the balls, and saw a third guy behind me holding his cock, but he ran away."
"Well good for you Cindy. I hope he learned a good lesson."
"Unfortunately, not. The three of them came up with a plan to get me back for all of that. Now, I already had Casey and Kimi by then, and he started being very sweet and loving, or so I thought. One night we had the kids at his mother's, and we were going to have a night alone together. We had a nice dinner, and we were sitting at home drinking wine when it happened. He had drugged me, and it wasn't long before I was out. When I woke there wasn't an orifice on my body that didn't hurt. This was back in the early days of the internet, but we had digital cameras, and you could send these pics over the PC. He showed me pic after pic of strange men violating me everywhere that was possible. It showed at least 20 different college cowards fucking me over and over, with me naked and spread wide for the next one. He even took close ups of the cum leaking from me and covering my body."
"I am so sorry that happened to you. Please tell me how it finally ended."
"Well, the end comes a little further into the story. After he showed me those pics he showed me an online board, or that's what we used to call them, of women whose husbands or boyfriends put those type of pictures online, and how it destroyed their lives when they couldn't do anything about it. Now this was back before we sent pictures from our phones, you needed a PC and a phoneline connection.
One or two months after that initial rape, I discovered I was pregnant with Brian. There I was with two kids and a third on the way, my husband blackmailing me to keep me fucking other men, and no way to stop it. So once a month or so I would let him drug me and he would charge strange Men to come over and fuck me while I was out of it. After I had Brian it wasn't long before I was pregnant with Eddie. My husband and his friends decided they would take me to this seedy doctor who would make sure I couldn't have any more children, and I couldn't let that happen.
It turned out that one of my girlfriends from work had a husband that worked in the new computer industry and she told him that he could help me out if I decided to talk with him about it. I had to share this story with a stranger to keep strangers from seeing those pictures that my husband threatened to put online, it was horrible but they guy did help me. He came over and sabotaged the computer so that only he could unlock those pictures, he did some checking on the laws of the day and found My ex could be charged with Rape, Promoting prostitution and a whole slew of other crimes, but I would have to turn the pictures over to the local DA and I didn't want to do that, so he came up with a plan.
He blocked out my face and any identifying marks and printed the pics on paper. Then he took me over to my ex-fathers-in-law's house and we had a talk with him. He owned a well-known business in town and lived on his reputation in a very conservative community. He essentially blackmailed the man. You see, my friend, the wife of the guy who was helping me, was a notary and a paralegal. We all went over there and told him if he tried to protect his son that we would let it out that he was harboring a rapist and a pimp. So, we pounded out a settlement where the father set up a $50,000 college account for each kid, I got $1000 a month support for each for ten years because we didn't know the father of Brian and Eddie., and all our medical bills would be paid until the kids were all 18 years old. I got support and medical for ten years."
"Wow, that's some horror story. I would have put the bastard in prison but I understand why you did what you did."
"It worked out OK for us. I could still work to support us, I was able to get cosmetic surgery on my Vagina and make it the tight little thing you love know, I didn't end up with any diseases and the kids are all healthy. For the most part, from where I was to where I came out of it, I did well."
There was a lot to digest and unpack here, so I sat back and made sure I out a full picture together of what she had just told me. She didn't realize what my silence meant and started to get nervous.
"Well, don't you have anything to say? Are you just going to leave me hanging. I was hoping you would understand or I never would have told you about that."
"Cindy...Stop."
"If we're going to break up, I deserve to know right away."
"Cindy, I said STOP!
"You don't want am ex-Whore to share your life with."
