I Wasn't Taught to Be a Good Girl
Copyright© 2026 by rachel 42D
Chapter 6: The Seven-Year Itch
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Seven-Year Itch - 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
At this point in my life, my husband and I have now been married for about six years. We had some marital issues and some verbal disagreements; they led to periods of discontent with each other. Sometimes I would just leave the house and sit in a restaurant or go for a walk. We always seemed to end up working things out, but there was one time when I went a little further than I should have, to this day, this is one of the things I have never told my husband and one of the few indiscretions in my life that he has never found out about.
After an argument I walked uptown like I had done many times in the past. On this night though, as I stood in front of one of the stores, a car stopped with five young guys in it and they asked me if I would like to join them and go for a ride and hang out with them.
I was pissed at my hubby, and not really expecting anything naughty to happen, I agreed and hopped into the front seat between the two guys in the front. I didn’t know any of them, but I had seen the guy sitting in the front passenger seat before. We drove around for a while, they had beer in the car, and they offered me some, I took it and we all drank a few beers as we drove around.
Pretty soon the guy that I had seen before put his arm around me and pulled me a little closer to him. I didn’t say anything, just let him show me a little affection and enjoyed some of the conversation. After a while, we began driving out of town and the guy that was cuddling with me began to kiss me. Again, I responded and allowed him to have his way. That led to him moving his hand under my blouse and feeling me up. I made absolutely no effort to stop him from doing what he was doing.
I didn’t think he would go much further, not with his other friends in the car. The driver was paying close attention to what his friend was doing with me. Pretty soon he was undoing the buttons on my blouse, again I did nothing to stop him. Maybe that is why he felt like he could keep going. I then felt his hand go up my back and unclasp my bra.
I hadn’t been with another man for several years, since stopping the prostitution, I had remained faithful to my husband. However, I do admit that I had thoughts of doing something, and when this was happening, I was enjoying every bit of it, although I didn’t realize where it was all heading.
I was being kissed and groped at the same time, my tits were exposed so that the driver could also see the tits that his buddy was playing with, but I didn’t mind that at all. I actually enjoyed the attention.
As his friend drove out into the country, the guy I was with slid his hand up my skirt and found my panties. It wasn’t long before he slid them aside and was playing with my hairy bush. I liked it and wondered if this was going to lead to him having sex with me.
The driver turned down an old logging road and parked the car. Everyone got out except for the guy I was with and me. Once we were alone, he suggested we get into the back seat. I was half naked by that time, so I got out of the car, and I knew what he wanted and what he intended to do. I pulled my skirt and panties off so that I was completely naked and I laid down in the back seat of the car. He pulled his pants off and got in, moving on top of me. I reached down to find his cock, it was rock hard, so I helped guide it into my waiting pussy hole. He began bouncing back and forth on me, in and out, and he was quick, and before I knew it, he was blowing his load inside of me.
He laid on top of me for a short time. I thought that was going to be the end of it, but he lifted his head and told me that he thought his friends would like some of me too. I was a little shocked, but I really didn’t care. If they all wanted me, then so be it. I had never been gangbanged before, and I was feeling horny anyway. I told him to tell his friends to bring it on.
One by one I allowed all five of them to take turns riding me. All the rest of them did last longer than the first guy, which was a bit of a blessing, because that first guy was so fucking quick. They were all quite young; I would bet that they were all barely into their twenties, but then again, I was only twenty-three at the time. Most were very inexperienced, but I must admit to having a good time. The driver kept my panties, but at least he asked if he could have them, and of course I agreed.
About a year later I had my first affair; we were married for about seven years at that time. My hubby found out about my affair long before I ended it; we have always called it and referred to it as my seven-year itch.
I had taken a job in a small manufacturing plant; there were only about a dozen or so employees working there. I was still only twenty-four at the time, had two small boys and a marriage that wasn’t always good at that time. Wyatt and I had constant issues, mostly about my sex life and some of the things I liked to do, mostly showing off my body and flirting with other guys. However, I had not had sex with another man, except for the gang bang with the five guys since my days of prostitution.
My foreman was a year younger than I was. He was a good-looking young man, had a wife that was a few years older than he was. He told me later that he and his wife were having marital issues as well, although after our affair, they both lived a life together and were apparently quite happy. It’s funny how something like an affair can either make or break a marriage. In his case, like mine, we both went back to our spouses and lived happily ever after. Well, sort of.
I hadn’t worked at the plant for very long when my foreman, Caleb, began flirting with me. It started out kind of innocently; he would just compliment me on my work and tell me how efficient and careful I was. That soon became how good I looked, and how nice I was.