Another fact-based story. Some of the circumstances are different but the betrayal is maybe too real.
In response to some folks whom don't believe it is possible to penetrate a woman's cervix: You don't know what you think you know. If you have never experienced the extreme pleasure of a 'deep fuck', then I hope you do one day.
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Neither my wife Stacey nor I were virgins when we married. Hell, we weren't even virgins when we first met! First hooking up in the late 1980's, we dated non-exclusively and then in the early 1990's we had a kid. Neither of us felt any pressure to make the relationship formal. We did however love to role-play and frequently helped each other fulfill our various fantasies. By the mid '90's she moved out of state for a better job, I started seeing someone who eventually became my second wife, and we lost touch with each other.
About 10 years later as my marriage was breaking up, the age of the internet made finding lost loved ones easier. I found a phone number after less than an hour of searching and Stacey & I reconnected.
Phone calls turned into emails. Emails led to visits. Visits led to really hot sex. Hot sex, or lack thereof was why my second marriage ended.
She & our daughter moved back into my life and into my house with me. A few months later we married.
Not long after getting back together we resumed our role-playing and fantasy indulgences. Some of my favorite ones were when Stacey would regale me with her sexual exploits while we were apart. Rather shy and submissive when we were first together, she had "cum out of her shell" as she liked to say... Men, woman, multiple partners, she had had an exciting and varied sex life over the last decade and nothing surprised me more than how turned on I got when she would share the details with me.
We used to make bets on sporting events, since we rooted for different football teams, both college and pro. The reason we even got married was that while repaying one of theses bets, one in which for 2 hours I "could not tell her no", she got down one one knee and proposed to me. As she knelt there, naked and dripping my cum onto the bathroom tiles, I kept my word and said I would marry her. She then proceed to whip out a large gauge needle and pierce my left earlobe! Then she inserted a tacky gold loop earring as my 'engagement ring'. I'm just glad she didn't give me a Prince Albert!
After the wedding and leaving our daughter with my folks, we went to Louisiana for our honeymoon. While I drove down, I had her relate story after story of her wanton activities. Taking my cock from my pants she would slowly stroke me as she told me of her exploits. She never let me cum, wanting me primed and ready. By the time we arrived outside of New Orleans I was about to burst. We barely made it inside the room before I threw her down on the floor and attempted to consummate our marriage.
As I savagely fucked her, the old wooden floor creaking under my thrusts, she whispered in my ear "you really love hearing about my slutty past don't you?" All I was capable of doing was to grunt in reply, my hips pounding her even harder. Just as I approached climax, she gripped the base of my dick with all her might as screamed "STOP!" What else could I do? I pulled out quickly and rolled onto my back.
"I have a bet for you" she teased at me.
"What's the wager?"
"Beginning right now, I say you can't go 12 hours without cumming..."
"The stakes?"
"If you win, you get your greatest fantasy. I throw away my diaphragm, I never use any form of birth control ever again and you get to knock me up as many times as you want for the rest of my fertile years!"
"If you win?'
"You are my slave of the rest of our honeymoon. You give me absolute obedience without question..."
It took me less than a second to agree.
Smiling a smile of a cat about to spit feathers, she rolled on top of me and pined my arms to the floor. I playfully I tried to push her off of me, but moving quickly, she clutched my hardness and began to stoke at a furious speed. I lasted about 10 seconds before I exploded all over her hands...
I'm sure her laughter could be heard on the French Quarter street below.
Before I could say a word she leapt up and squatted over my face. "Feast on this slave, because this is all you're getting this week!" I suddenly understood, she meant to tease me mercilessly the rest of the week! I never even went soft...
As I ate her, she told me the rules for the week. "No masturbating. No more orgasms for you this week at all!. Do whatever I say without question. Break any of these rules and you will be punished!" After her third hard cum she stood and began to dress herself. "Get ready, we're going to dinner" she ordered. It was difficult to put on my semi-tight jeans with the throbber I had going, but I dressed, fixed my hair and brushed my teeth quickly, then sat waiting for my wife.
Stacey sat on the bed playing with herself while I got ready, I did my best to ignore her, but her smell permeated the room. When I was done she dressed, if you could call it that. Being about 4'11" and 95 pounds, she pulled out one of my white tee shirts and draped it over herself, it fell to just below the curve of her ass. She spun in front of the full length mirror, exposing her wet shaven pussy and small tight butt. She spun again, then stopped. Pulling a bright red scarf from our luggage, one I usually used to tie her up with, she wrapped it around her waist like a sash. Tying the knot, she spun again, this time only the bottom of her ass was exposed. She smiled, added a pair of black thigh high stockings and platform sandals. She retrieved her purse and stood by the door, waiting for me to open it. I dared not utter a word. I began to realize her plan.
Down onto the busy streets we went. She was walking next to me, practically hanging on me. The smell of her sex filled my nostrils. Every eye on the street was dawn to her, every head turned, most mouths agape.
The first two restaurants we approached refused to seat us, one even suggesting I "take my whore someplace else!" Before I could respond to the rude waiter, Stacey griped my arm tightly, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body twitching. The man called her a whore, and she had cum standing right there in public!
