"What the hell happened?" are the last words Steve McQueen playing the character of a rather naΓ―ve sailor in the movie Sand Pebbles uttered as he lay dying.
I have wondered from time to time what the hell happened, but then I know if I only pause long enough to think about it much. I was taken as a bride by a man near twice my age when I was 18 years old. A blonde with an attractive face, nice body -- appealing rack -- 38D with big areola and pointy nipples - taut belly, pretty pussy, firm, rounded butt and near perfect legs -- it never occurred to me that I was a trophy wife for a man who turned out to be a total bastard.
So here I sat being interviewed intimately by yet another bastard.
"Dick?" I responded at first to his question with a question, then an answer. "Dick is dick, black, brown, yellow, white, old, young. I love cock, cum, their balls, butts and most of all their dicks, the bigger the better. I like men of all ages, hairy I like the best, smooth is okay too. I prefer them to be muscular but a slender, puny guy can turn me on too."
As I answered the man's questions my mind wandered to experiences related to what I was telling this man that I had met only today.
Slender, puny guy -- The first slender, puny guy with me was the just 18-year-old son of the neighbor woman who had revealed to me that my "wonderful" husband was a sorry bastard. He was a miserable bastard because he had me and I was not enough for him. He was fucking all along women from his office, bars, on road trips and some of our neighbors.
One of the neighbor women he had fucked wanted to play with me too. She revealed my husband's infidelity to me as she made a play to lick my pussy and for me to lick her older quim.
I was shocked. Clever though, once alerted by her story of my husband fucking her, I started paying more attention to his habits -- late at work stories, visits to bars, trips to "conventions," and neighborhood parties where he disappeared for awhile during most of the parties. I let her eat me out to an orgasm and promised to return the favor at some later time. I was lying though. Pussy was not my thing; cock was and still is.
After learning the truth about my husband I went for that woman's 18-year-old son. I would say he fucked me, but that was not the case. I fucked him.
Muscular -- My first muscular man other than my asshole of a husband was my tennis instructor. Sure, my husband was paying for tennis and golf lessons for me. It was important to my husband that I be skilled in those sports, as a cook -- so I had a chef teaching me -- bridge and other card games -- so my husband and I played cards with skilled teachers -- art and music appreciation -- oh it went on an on as he shaped me into his perfect trophy wife.
After learning about my husband from the neighbor woman and fucking her puny 18-year-old son I showed up at my next tennis lesson sans panties under a short tennis skirt and top with no bra. My muscular tennis instructor and I had hardly arrived at the court, broken out the fuzzy, yellow balls before his furry ball sack was banging on my asshole as he plunged his big -- long, thick and stiff -- cock into my wet and willing pussy.
Age -- As my first older man, older than my husband, I took a 76-year-old, widowed neighbor in the swimming pool, Jacuzzi, Swedish sauna and the marital bedroom I had shared only with my husband before I learned about my husband's treachery. I had no idea a guy that age could keep getting hard, cum so much and be so skilled at bringing me to orgasm after glorious orgasm with his skillful techniques.
Men of Color -- For black, brown and yellow men I took our Japanese gardener, Mexican yard man and went to a club that catered to white bitches like me that wanted big black cock.
None of these were one-time -- day or night -- stands. Once I started on my path of revenge I took all of my firsts again and again and added more dicks to the stable of studs hot to fuck me. I became a regular at the zebra club, and if he only knew it, my sorry ass, mainly money-motivated husband could have stopped paying the gardener and yard man. I could have earned money for us at the black on white club.