I Wasn't Taught to Be a Good Girl
Copyright© 2026 by rachel 42D
Chapter 2: The Early One-Night Stands
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Early One-Night Stands - My life growing up in an sexually abusive relationship, to a life of adultery.
Caution: This Biography Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual True Story Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Gang Bang Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Voyeurism
Before I go on and talk about the early years of my marriage, I should tell you a little bit about where I am now as it pertains to my married life. As I look back after more than fifty years of marriage, I can tell you that Wyatt and I are still happily married. How we managed to get this far is a miracle in itself. My life has been full of adultery, including things like one-night stands, long term affairs, exhibitionism, even prostitution, and more. These are things I will talk about over the next few chapters of my story. I am not proud of most of what I have done, I hate the fact that I hurt my husband in so many ways and so often. Through it all, he has given me forgiveness and unconditional love, I owe him so much and he deserves so much better than I ever gave him.
Although life was going quite well for us, I still didn’t believe Wyatt when he kept telling me that he had never had sex with his ex-girlfriend. In my mind, she was so beautiful and desirable that there was no way he wouldn’t have at least wanted to screw her. In my mind, he did, and I couldn’t get over it. She still lived in town and was single, and I suspected that he sometimes might have been in bed with her at our house while I was at work.
As I have said already, I was barely seventeen when Wyatt and I got married; I was such a naive young girl then. I had a good job working at our local hospital as a housekeeper, to me the job paid well. Wyatt was working in the forest industry, also making good money, so that part of our life seemed to be going pretty well. The only problem was that I worked from morning until afternoon, and Wyatt’s shift began in the afternoon and went into the early morning. So, he would get home around one o’clock am, I was up early to go to my shift. Somehow, we still managed to have sex most nights when he got home from his shift. On the weekends we went out a lot, usually together, but now and then he went out with his best friend, and the guy who was the best man at our wedding, Roy.
My First One-Night Stand: Gord was a guy that both Wyatt and I knew quite well; he used to hang around with Wyatt and some of the other friends we had at that time. I didn’t particularly care for him much, mainly due to his attitude of thinking he was that much better than everyone else. I got the impression that he felt like he was God’s gift to women. It was true that he had dated and from what I understand, taken a lot of other chicks to bed.
So, when Wyatt and I got into an argument one night, he and Roy went out to a bar to shoot pool and have some beers. In those days, I was an extremely jealous wife, I would get so angry at the thought of him going out with friends and not taking me, in addition, I always thought that he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend. As I have said, I was a naive young woman at that time, I was easy to believe things that I was told, and I easily dropped my drawers when a guy paid attention to me.
On that evening, Gord had run into Wyatt and Roy at the bar; he also noticed that Wyatt’s ex-girlfriend was at the bar. He saw his opportunity to add me to his list of conquests.
He left the bar and drove to our house, knocked on the door, I answered and invited him in. I had been listening to music as I stewed about being left at home. Gord wasn’t really the guy I would have chosen to drop by, but I invited him in, and he told me this story: I just saw your husband at the bar, he was with his ex-girlfriend, and they were looking cozy, if you know what I mean, I think it is pretty obvious that they have plans to get a lot closer later tonight.
I believed every word of his story; I had already convinced myself that my loving husband would sooner or later realize that I was nothing but a fucking loser and that he should have stayed with his ex-girlfriend. I was pissed, and now I was ready to do anything that came along, even Gord.
Gord then suggested that we go for a drive in his car, have a few beers and talk things over, maybe he could make me feel better. I quickly agreed, grabbed a light jacket and we left together in his car. As if automatic, I slid over in the front seat until I was seated right next to him. Gord drove through town a few times, going right by the bar that my husband was in before he headed out of town. He had beer with him, and we stopped out by a lake, and we drank beer while looking over the lake.
Before long, he leaned over towards me and pulled me closer to him and he kissed me. I didn’t try to resist him at all, by this time, I was so pissed off at my hubby, I was willing to let Gord go as far as he wanted. If I am to be completely honest, quite often I would be the one that would initiate sex, I would encourage the guy and let him know that I was into it and that I wanted it. As we sat enjoying a few beers together, I had allowed Gord to undo the buttons on my blouse and also undo and remove my bra. He was feeling me up, and enjoying playing with my tits, and he told me how he had longed for the opportunity to feel me up, telling me how wonderful they felt and how he never doubted that they were real.
We must have parked there for a couple of hours when he said he was going to take me to his house and that I could spend the night with him. I didn’t hesitate at all to agree with him. I didn’t put my bra back on, but I did do up the buttons on my blouse as we drove to his house. He still lived with his parents, but he had the entire basement suite to himself with its own private entrance, so when we arrived, nobody knew that I was there.
I knew before we even got to Gord’s place that I wanted him to fuck me, and I was sure that he wanted to fuck me too. I was still so pissed that Wyatt was probably fucking his ex at some point that night, I could easily let Gord have me all night long, I wanted him to sue me and then re-use me, I was that angry.