I love my wife. I never dreamed she would fuck other men and hurt me so badly. But I realize now that a beautiful woman with an unusually strong sex drive is going to face a lot more temptations and opportunities, and there is a good chance that somewhere along the way she is going to fuck around on her husband. That's what happened to me. And I partially blame myself because I made things worse by tempting her with my crazy pornographic fantasies that there was never a chance I could handle if the fantasies came true.
My wife was 35 when she finally let a neighbor, who had been after her for a long time, fuck her. He was in love with her. He was one of a long trail of men who had gotten close to her with hopes of fucking her. At least she was discreet, but after she began this first affair, she began fucking a number of her other admirers too. They too, each one, were also in love with her. Before I finally learned what was going on, it was her pussy they were in love with. And she had fallen in love with cocks, particularly if attached to a man she liked. And she likes men. She still is in love with cocks but, to the best of my knowledge, she is no longer fucking her boyfriends (though they all remain people she cares about).
My wife has long black hair that falls below her shoulders, burning brown eyes, beautifully proportioned legs, very nice breasts that stand up nicely free of any bra (she has not worn a bra since our marriage 15 years ago). We dated for 4 years but I never succeeded in having intercourse with her until we were engaged a few months before our marriage. But it was a miracle we didn't fuck because she loved sex so much...she loved making out, loved having her breasts and nipples squeezed, rubbed and fondled.
Truth is I had noticed her early her freshman year...she was dating a fraternity brother who was famous for fucking any girl he wanted. He had been dating her for months, and had told us what a great piece of ass she was. Someone set me up with a date with her and sure enough I got her into the apartment bedroom, made out with her virtually all night and easily got all her clothes off her except for her black silk panties. I had my way with her breasts, lips and tongue but she absolutely would not allow me to get my fingers anywhere below her waist...her pussy was strictly off limits. I suspected my fraternity brother was a liar.
Making out, french kissing, enjoying her breasts and and pressing our genitals together in fucking motions until I would climax or she would orgasm...this became commonplace. We even graduated to her allowing me to be in my underwear when I got her down to her panties, and we would press my penis against her vagina until we both orgasmed. But no fingers were allowed on or in her pussy. Not until marriage she swore. Once she started masturbating me, then that became something we both loved. She was hot, hot, hot and never tired of sex activity and climaxing together.
Once she finally succumbed to her passions several months before our wedding, she would literally fuck my brains out and I could not satisfy her. Her pussy was so on fire that I would ejaculate within seconds of entering her. And she loved cum; always loved everything sloppy with cum. Her hands, her kisses, her carasses, her touching, body action and her talk was so hot that I struggled to prevent and hold back my ejaculation until I could even get in a position to fuck her.
It was rough because she loved working over my penis. And as soon as the pre-cum started flowing, she wanted more and more cum to squeeze, lubricate and massage onto my balls, anus, and penis. She would cause me to climax and cum over and over. She would turn on the light to watch it shoot out of my penis. When she would beat me off, she would tell me she should have been a boy because she loves penises so much. "I'd beat off all the time," she joked. She finally admitted to me that she started masturbating boys her senior year in high school...it all started with a college boyfriend who almost got his hands on her pussy, but succeeded only in introducing her the techniques of masturbation. She became a dick expert almost immediately.
I never encountered any virgin membrane in my wife. The first time she ever let my fingers touch her, her pussy was soaking wet and literally hot to the touch. And huge. I could put my hand in her up to my knuckles; her fingers would masturbate her clit while I finger-fucked her; when the orgasm hit, her pussy walls would contract to hard walls and sometimes her pussy would be so excited that it would suck on my fingers...very audibly. When she finally allowed me to fuck her, her pussy would suck on my cock the same way. She could easily have taken a penis twice my size...her pussy is huge and always has been. She won't admit it, but I suspect she had done a lot of fucking before we began dating and she must have reformed herself for me. She was always the leader in our sexual relationship; she was always having to teach me. This has never changed.
Cyn started fucking Mike our neighbor when she was 35 years old (we had 3 kids). She started fucking Ronnie, another friend who adored and worshipped her, a year or so later. She finally started fucking Bob, a fabulously rich older man who was a very powerful figure locally who kept offering Cyn high-paying jobs and weekend jaunts to places like Las Vegas (he was a very high roller). He adored Cyn too and he could never get to first base with her...she just teased him to death for years and declined all his offers.
She got mad at me one day when we had a bad fight. Her reaction because she was offended by my behavior was a first as far as I know: she met Bob at his lakehouse and fucked Bob that afternoon, then accepted his long-standing Las Vegas invitation. Cyn fucked him all weekend in Las Vegas (I thought she was attending a professional convention somewhere). Then, after that weekend,she told Bob no more sex because she didn't trust him...so he chased after her untiringly thereafter with more job offers/ trip offers. She would dance with him, have coffee outings with him, go for lunch dates, and even declined a marriage proposal...but the answer was no to sex after their one fuckfest in Las Vegas that left him begging for more. Bob subsequently died in a heart operation when he was approximately 60...Cyn really mourned him.
When I learned years later of their affair, she told me Bob's cock was one of her all-time favorites...it was actually heavy in her hand. It was like a live heavy pound of pork meat. His thick cock had a very big head "which felt good going in". And he loved to fuck. She let him have his way that one weekend...sort of a gift of her pussy to him after his being such a good sport through all of her refusals for so long. "He was a great fuck", she candidly acknowledged. Like all her lovers, he would ejaculate too quickly in her pussy, "But he held it better than the rest of you guys", she joked long after my crisis over her infidelity had normalized enough for us to have such frank intimate conversations. We were usually making love when she would use such information to tease and excite me to orgasm.
All this information was finally revealed years after we saved our marriage. For 8 years after I discovered her affair with Mike, I knew nothing of her other sexual friendships. I had discovered her affair with Mike and my jealousy went wild. I knew nothing of her fucks with Ronnie and Bob then. And I suspect there are other fucks I may never know about, particularly the likelihood (I am virtually certain of this)that she was fucking a local doctor even before she started fucking Mike. He's my age, very handsome, a very rich doctor, and a ladies man' who had a definite crush on Cyndy (and still does) throughout the period he divorced his first wife.
