I Wasn't Taught to Be a Good Girl
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Chapter 4: Like Mother Like Daughter
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 4: Like Mother Like Daughter - 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
Until the day that my mother finally passed away, I always loved my mother. We had very little when I was young and living at home, but she always did her best to try to ensure that we had food on the table. Mom had a need for men; she had more boyfriends and guys that came to our house than I could ever keep track off. There were rumors around town that I heard, that suggested that my mother may have been selling sex to make ends meet. Several years later, I had the opportunity to ask her if those rumors were true. Her answer was short and direct: “Rachel, I have been a very bad woman, I have done so many things that I am not proud of, but I did what I had to do to make sure that you and your brothers had what you needed, and that is all I really want to say about it.”
That confession told me what I wanted to know. Mom was different than what I found out about other mothers. Mom loved to be in her bra and panties, and sometimes only her panties when she was at home. It would not be uncommon for her to be sitting at the table drinking her coffee wearing only her panties when Wyatt and I would come for a visit. She never made any effort to try and get dressed. That was just the way she was. My brothers grew up seeing their mother nearly naked quite often.
By this point of our marriage, almost a year into it, I did the same thing at home, more often than not, I would put on my panties in the morning and nothing else until it was time to go out. The difference was that when I knew someone was coming for a visit, I would get dressed. Wyatt was the same way, often only wearing his underwear until we were going somewhere out of the house.
By this point, Wyatt and I were getting along much better, we were still messing around doing silly things and having sex in places that would be considered a little bit of a risk of being seen. We didn’t really care, and even if we had been seen, we would have laughed it off. We were still talking about allowing another guy to have sex with me while Wyatt watched or took part in a threesome. That is what happened next.
We went out one evening to a house party, and several of our friends were there. There was music, fun, and a lot of drinking. Guys were flirting with whoever they felt like flirting with, and nobody really cared. The other thing is that a lot of our friends back then were still single, both guys and girls. There were a couple of other married couples, but the majority of the group were single.
Both Wyatt and I had a lot to drink; we were both drunk. There was a single guy named Marty that kept flirting with me, taking me out on the dance floor a lot. As the night went on, he began telling me how good I looked. Then he began telling me how nice my tits were, and finally he even copped a feel of my boobs. He laughed about and so did I. I was drunk, and I didn’t really care.
Wyatt knew what was going on, but he told me to do what I felt like I needed to do, just keep him informed. He was having a good time and wanted me to have a good time too. Soon, Marty kissed me as we were dancing, and I knew some of the other people there saw it, I tried to just shrug it off, but he was getting a little bit too aggressive. So, I led him back to the couch that Wyatt and I were sitting on.
Wyatt looked at Marty and bluntly asked him: “Do you want to fuck my wife, Marty?” Marty was a little surprised by the directness of Wyatts question, but with a giggle he answered: “Who the fuck wouldn’t want to fuck Rachel, she is a fucking hottie.”
Wyatt then looked at me and asked: “Rachel, do you want to let Marty fuck you tonight?”
I smiled at Wyatt, knowing that he was setting me up to get what I really wanted, so I answered: “Only if you can be there too baby, only if we can have a threesome.”
Then he looked back at Marty and said: “You heard her Marty, she wants to have a fucking threesome, you can fuck her, but I am going to be watching and when you are done with her, then I am going to fuck her too. Are you okay with that?”
I think Marty was in a bind; he wanted me, and now if he went along with the threesome, he could have me, but I don’t think that is what he had in mind. He paused a few seconds before answering: “Sure, if that is what Rachel wants, sure I am okay with that, let’s fucking do it.”
We should not have been driving that night, we didn’t live far from where the party was, but we were all drunk, none of us could have passed a sobriety test, however, we were lucky and we drove home without incident. Marty drove his own car and followed us to our house. It was late at night when we all arrived safely and sat down in the living room to have more beers. By now I had all sorts of different feelings about what was about to happen, and because i had several drinks in me already, I wasn’t afraid to express my opinions or my feelings.
So then, after we had been home awhile and consumed a few more beers and the talk became more risqué, you might say, I let my feelings be known to my husband and our friend Marty.
Although I am not sure of the exact words I said, it was something like this: “So, you want to watch your friend fuck me, you want him to see my tits, play with my tits and then fuck me, and you are going to watch. You already know that your wife is nothing more than a fucking slut, but now you are going to watch as I prove it to you. You want to see me suck his fucking cock and then take it into my fucking cunt hole, is that what you want baby, is that what you want to see?”
Wyatt just smiled and said: “If that is what you want to do babe, it is all right with me, but if you don’t just say so, and Marty can go on his way and find some other slut to fuck.”
I began to smile and giggle and answered: “You know I want to fuck him and you know that you want him to fuck me, so let’s quit fucking around and let’s do what we came here to do.”
Then I got up off my chair, stood and peeled off my blouse and my bra and stood there and let them both stare at my big fucking tits. I was proud of the sizer of my tits, and Marty stared and said that he had often wondered if what was under my blouse were real or padded fake tits, now he knew the truth.
I said to them: “Let’s go to the bedroom and do this, let’s have some fun, this fucking slut is getting horny and i want some fucking cock. I want you both.”