Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis, for teaching me some English and improving my stories.
Before I go into my husband's doings, I must emphasize that it takes two to tango. Why is that so important? Only because I believe that all the women my husband wasted his sperm with, were total sluts. You see, Gary was one of the most attractive and sexy men I ever knew. He had a certain appeal that made (the right) women melt in front of him. Melt? Well, you know, when a certain part of a woman starts to drip, and the sticky liquids flow down her legs - it's like a melting candle. Isn't it?
When I talk about women being sluts I know what I'm saying, because some of these were the women of my own family. My mother, Sandy, (46), and my sisters Helen, Tracy and Jewel, all mid to late 20's. Yes, before I married I used to fuck around quite a lot too. We were an unusual family in that mom, I and my sisters would sit around exchanging stories about our sexual escapades and infidelities. Yes, my father was alive, well and kicking (and providing for us) and yet Mom was fucking up a storm all over town and then telling us, her daughters, all about it. My three sisters were married too, and taught well by mother - they did the same thing. I, being the baby girl of the family, was not married yet, but had enough experience with men to write a full size 'memoirs of a slut' in three volumes. Oh, by the way, my name is Beth.
One thing positive about our behavior was that we never fucked around in our neighborhood. Even a short travel by bus could bring the needed results (i.e. studs). Hell, it wouldn't have done any good if a Good Samaritan neighbor would have 'updated' Dad or my sisters' husbands what we were all up to, as we all loved cock so much, and lots of it, that we weren't going to stop. So what?
We used to sit most every afternoon on mom and dad's balcony, and Mom, always the first, started telling us about who she had fucked that day, describing the action in detail and ending with recommendations whether this guy was worth it for her daughters or he was just a 'fuck once and throw away' guy. By the time she finished her stories we were all masturbating like some fucking machines. My sisters followed with their own stories, but they could never catch up with Mom. She fucked AT LEAST one guy per day, many times more, and my sisters just could not compete. I once asked her what about Dad, and she said he was getting his dues and that we shouldn't worry, he was very good at what he was doing. Tracy's eyes started to twinkle so mother told us to stay off her private territory.
Anyway, I met Gary and fell for him head over heels and he said he fell for me too, so we started dating. For the first time since I've started sex - one man was enough for me. Unlike Mom and my sisters I decided I'd be faithful to him as long as I can keep him. Little did I know that Gary was fascinated not only with me, but with anything moving with a slit between the legs. The guy, as it turned out, was a magnet for women and the women were always the initiators of the sex acts with him. It went so far as that he never even tried any seduction. He didn't need to. The women just came to him.
Once I decided to follow him. He got on a bus to the mall, and I got on the same bus but succeeded in hiding from him. As there were no seats available, he was standing in the middle holding onto one of those poles. At the next stop somebody got off and a seat was available. Gary sat down, and within a minute, a good looking woman in her late 20's just came over and sat on his lap. From the surprised look on his face I could tell that she was a total stranger to him. But in the next 10 minutes (time to get to the mall), and after a lot of squirming on his lap, she produced a card and handed it to him. Safe bet that it was her phone number and possibly her address.
Mom and my sisters, who teased me and laughed at me about my decision to be faithful to Gary, also began sending me some very thick hints that I should keep an eye on him. I didn't understand them too well, because I thought that when he was with my family nothing could go wrong.
So two months after I started dating Gary, Mom announced that she was pregnant. This was at one of those afternoon sittings, and of course all of us started asking whether she knew who the daddy was. (We had no doubt that it wasn't our father - hell, we were not even certain he really was OUR father). To our - MY - great surprise, Mom announced that the father was Gary, but she also asked that we don't mention it to him because she didn't want a storm in a glass of water.- She knew I loved the S.O.B and didn't want me to drop him. She just reminded me to keep my eyes open. That was while she gave the normal recommendations - and said he was a great fuck. Had she apologized to me? Naaaah! She just reminded me that any man she liked - she fucked.
Shortly after we got married, my sisters Helen and Jewel also announced pregnancy by Gary. Tracy complained that she tried but it didn't 'catch'.
Gary and I lived in the same neighborhood as my parents and my sisters and their families, and soon enough I heard that Gary was not as careful as we were about keeping his affairs out of the neighborhood. How did I hear about it? You won't believe it! Women he fucked came to me to compare notes and to ask for advice 'what he likes best' or 'how to make it better for him'. They were all sure that we had an 'open marriage' and everything was OK. What they didn't know, and what I only learned with time was that he never used the same woman more than three times. (Unless it was someone special like my family, a neighbor's wife, his boss' wife or such). Used? Well, he let them seduce him and he gave them exactly what they were asking for. As you may imagine, he had so many of them chasing him that he never lacked variety. With time I learned that he was fucking 4-5 women every day, not including me. - He was still fucking me daily also.
Let me give you a sample of a day's schedule:
08.45 - still at home, phone call from one of the neighbor women "please come to fix my plumbing as my husband is on a business trip".
10:00 - breakfast break with the boss' wife - at her home.
13:00 - Lunch break with the department secretary in the small forest that is on the company grounds.
17:00 - "drinks with the guys" - the guys' names are Louise and Betty, Sandra and Lily etc.
19:00 - if I'm lucky he comes home to have dinner and later to have me.
Up to now, it's an explanation to 'it takes two to tango' and why I did not even think about leaving Gary. After all, he was a male who did not behave any worse than my closest female relatives - meaning Mom and my sisters.
We now have been married for three years, and after Gary's 'passive' actions started bringing angry husbands to our home we decided to move to another neighborhood. This neighborhood was adjacent to a middle class Afro-American neighborhood.
Three months ago I decided that I want to start a family. I got off the pill, and told my intentions to Gary. On the most fertile day of my cycle I called Gary to bed, unfortunately for me - a football game that was on TV was so important that he couldn't come.
The next day I was with Mom and my sisters and told them about my lousy experience with Gary from the night before. That's when Mom told me that Gary had met her two sisters at her home and immediately 'succumbed to their seduction' and fucked the shit out of them. Aunt June, at age 40, is pregnant.
For two more months I tried to get Gary to impregnate me on my fertile day, but was refused each time with some lame excuse. I was really beginning to think about re-starting to fuck around, and do it bareback, especially on my fertile days.
New Friends And Planning Stage
As I mentioned before, we now lived next to a neighborhood of middle class Afro-Americans. (Am I allowed to say 'blacks'? It's so much shorter, and I'm really not a racist). I sometimes walked through their neighborhood, always getting a few explicit 'offers' to get me out of my boredom, to put some spice in my life (since when is it called spice?) and a few other like comments.
My body was actually starting to respond to those offers. Some wonderful memories came back from the 'pre-Gary' days of free frolics, and I started 'melting' just at the thoughts.
Then I met Tina. I had known her a few years ago as we used to frequent the same 'social circles', (i.e. - we attended the same orgies and fuck marathons). Going through the black neighborhood someone called my name, and there she was. The most beautiful, gorgeous and sexy black woman I'd ever known. She invited me in and introduced me to her husband, Mark. She then, totally without any shame or reserve, continued telling him where we had met and under what circumstances. Mark remarked that in all his experience he had always been disappointed with any 'white pussy' he'd tried, but that listening to his wife's descriptions he may go out of his way and try yet another 'white pussy' - me.
I thanked him for his offer saying that I have not yet started cheating on my husband, and promised to keep him in mind for a rainy day.
But, an idea started forming in my head. Hell, my husband was neglecting me, I wanted a child and after three months without 'it' I was so horny I could stick a telephone pole into my cunt without a flinch.
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