From simple beginnings

I looked at her, my dick throbbing between her very wet pussy lips as her sobbing caused her body to tease me.

"I'm not a virgin" came out between sobs just as I pulsed and emptied my sac all over her ginger pubes. It was coincidence that I came just as she uttered her confession. I certainly didn't have a cuckold fetish at that point. And I was still a virgin, I hadn't entered her yet!

I tried to act the role of the outraged jealous boyfriend, the response I suppose social conditioning had set. It didn't last. I hadn't really gone soft and she had me in her hand gently pulling me.

Curiosity got the better of me, well I had to ask didn't I?

Seems that about fifteen and twelve months before, she'd given in to first one guy and then another. Her cherry was popped on the floor of an ice-cream van. We fucked seven times that day, something I've never equalled and certainly never will now I'm touching sixty. I couldn't get the image of her on her back, miniskirt round her waist, knickers round her ankle and him thrusting in and out of her, out of my mind. As it happens I had it wrong, he'd just pulled her gusset to the side so he could poke her. I was hooked on her telling me about her past.

We married a couple of years later at seventeen. Now and then she would pretend she had been fucked while I was at work to excite me. It all stayed as fantasy for the next three or four years. After the birth of our second young I became more and more needful of her parting her legs for someone else. What I didn't know till we parted years later was that our second young was the issue of her having a man twice our age in our bed. Why she didn't tell me he was fucking her I will never know.

Even when she started fucking others and telling me about it in bed she had been having her cunt creamed by the first for over six weeks.

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