Jim. I've found it hard to believe some of the stories I have read on the net about the sexual adventures of some people. But now that something terrifically exciting has happened to me, maybe I'll be less of a doubting Thomas. I promise you that the following story is true in every respect. I have changed some of the names but other than that I swear it's all true.
My wife, Cindy, and I have been married for about five years now and I have no complaints of her in the sex department. She is always willing and eager to get into bed with me and so I thought she was also perfectly content with our sex life. Recently I found out that wasn't necessarily true. I guess this is where my story really begins.
When I first got married, I honestly thought I could remain faithful to my husband Jared. I was wild and sex crazy before we met, and I was sure I had gotten that out of my system. But not long into our marriage I realized that one dick would never be enough for a cock craving little slut like me.
At 20 years old, I guess my sex drive and need for variety still control me. It's not that I don't love my husband, I just don't think he can fill all my desires. My pussy is always aching for cock. I simply must have a dick when the urge hits. Jared can't always be there, so I have a long list of backups.
We have been married for only 15 months now, and already I have fucked 11 other guys behind my husbands back. The first incident happened when the guy next door came over to borrow a wrench for something he was working on.
I was married to my ex husband when I was not quite 16, my mother was my only parent; my dad left us when I was three. My mother signed for me to get married because she liked my husband-to-be and felt he would take care of me better than her on a waitress's salary.
John, my ex husband, was considerably older than I, a worldly 27. I started having sex with him when he fed me alcohol spiked Kool-aide till I almost passed out. Being young I was convinced I was in love and would do anything for him.