I married young, my high school sweetheart and I tied the knot at 22, having experienced only each other. This never seemed to bother my husband, he was infatuated by me, and seemed forever pleased with my appearance and my lovemaking.
I was not so satisfied however, and began wondering what sex with other men would be like. I had seen a few of my girlfriend's xxx rated videos, and some of the scenes intrigued me. No, they made me wet!
Unbeknown to my husband, I subscribed to one of the xxx mail order companies and began purchasing my own videos, and then spending long hours watching them as I masturbated with my vibrator on the couch. In particular my favourite video was one called, The Gang Bang Girl, showing a gorgeous blonde girl used and abused sexually b nineteen men. She was fucked in every hole, a thing I had never seen or tried before. I was also incredibly excited at the climax of the film, which showed all 19 guys wanking and cumming all over this blonde as she lay on the rug buzzing herself with a vibrator. In the end she orgasmed and was covered in litres of sperm, her body glistening from the liquid she had smeared all over tits, face and stomach...
I remember that night fucking my husband like a girl possessed. I'm sure he had no idea what had come over me, but he was too polite to say anything. After swallowing his sperm for only the third time since our marriage, I asked him to fuck me in the ass.
He was incredulous, and said, "Are you sure that's what you want?"
In answer I went to our bathroom and retrieved a bottle of baby oil, covering his dick liberally. I then squirted the nozzle of the bottle directly into my ass hole without saying a word, and put the bottle on the dresser. I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart without still saying anything, inviting my hubby into the unknown depths of my ass.
He shyly got behind me and pointed his dick at my butthole entrance, and pressed it into the orifice there. I felt it hurt like blazes as he thrust gently onwards. I grunted and growled like a dog, but urged him on until his whole dick was lodged inside my ass. I was in agony, until he eased it out and then slowly put it back in again. He repeated this three or four times and then suddenly he went wild!!! He rammed my ass ten or so times and then jammed it all the way in as he came, splitting me in two with pain and pleasure as his seed filled my hot virgin ass.
I knew I would want more of this, and went to sleep with a burning ring of fire reminding me of my newest adventure.
My best friend Kelly worked in the city as a receptionist, and invited me out with the girls the following Friday night. I knew most of her friends and so decided to go and have a good time. I wore a simple black dress and push up bra, with small black g-string knickers and stay up stockings over high heels. I looked elegant but sexy, without being garrish. I shouldn't have worried, because when we arrived at the club, I was the most conservatively dressed of our group!
The night went well and we enjoyed a lovely meal in the restaurant part of the club, before heading to the dance section, where things got out of hand. I remember dancing with Rachel and the other girls, and then a handsome younger guy came over and asked me to dance. Rachel jumped away and told me to have fun. We danced innocently until a slow number came on and he took me by the waist, pressing his groin to mine. I resisted momentarily, pushing him back, but he only tightened his grip, and so I relented and lay my cheek in his shoulder. His hands began a path down my back towards my ass, and I was becoming incredibly aroused. Here I was in a nightclub, married, and dancing with a young stud who was obviously younger than I, as his hands worked their way over my ass, feeling the lines of my g-string and stocking tops.
I was sopping before the song finished, his now semi-hard organ pushing against my stomach.
"Can I get you a drink?" he whispered as the song finished.
My throat was very dry, and so I said, "Yes please".
He returned from the bar about five minutes later and offered me the drink, a flashy looking cocktail with an umbrella and a straw.
"What's this?" I enquired.
"Sexy girl's surprise" he replied, and clanked glasses with mine, saying, "cheers!".
I drank the drink and it tasted wonderful. Again we danced and during this dance I began to feel dizzy...
The next thing I knew I awoke in a large waterbed, naked and covered in dry sticky stuff all over. Horrified, I realised I was in a strangers bed with cum all over my body!!!!!
My clothes were on the floor and so I gathered them up, put them on and ran out the door. I had no idea where I was, but found a phone booth and rang Rachel's number.
She answered and I immediately screamed, "Rachel, I don't know where I am or what I've done, you have to help me!"
"Calm down Dee" she said, "Look for a street sign and we'll take it from there".
An hour later as I sat on my couch drinking coffee with Rachel, I was glad that Steve had gone away on business that weekend.
"I have no idea what happened after I had that cocktail" I said.
"I saw you dancing all over that young guy and presumed you were having a great time" said Rachel, "so I left to go to the ladies and when I returned you and the guy were gone!"
"Shit Rach, what have I done??? There was cum all over me when I woke up. What will Steve think?"
"You're not going to tell him" said Rach, as cool as anything. "You have been married for five years and have never done anything remotely wrong until now, don't tell him and all will be fine."
I thanked Rachel for picking me up, saw her to the door, and then took a long bath, scrubbing every orifice and oiling my worn and tired body all over. I studied myself in the mirror and was shocked to notice that along with the burning sensation in my pussy and bottom, I had love bites all over my back, stomach, tits and legs.
"My god, what did I do?" I thought as I stood there looking at my sorry body.
I knew I couldn't let Steve see me like this so I rang him on his mobile, saying I was going to visit Aunty Joan in the country as she was ill. I gathered up a few things and then headed out to drive the two hours to Joan's farm in the hills. My mother had died very young and Joan never asked too many questions. I stayed there until Wednesday morning, returning only after the marks had disappeared and I had spoken with Steve on the phone to explain Joan was ill and needed me (a lie!).