Chapter 1: Innocent No More

You have to understand my background, my upbringing, before you can truly begin to understand how gut-wrenching what my husband made me do was for me, how it changed my life. I was raised by strict Southern Baptist parents. We spend all day Sunday either in church or reading the Bible. Sex was NEVER discussed in our home. All I was ever told about it was that if I got too close to a boy I might get pregnant, so I was afraid to even let a boy kiss me through most of my school years. When one finally did, at a high school dance, I felt a wave of guilt and I was instantly filled with a deep fear of possibly getting pregnant, ESPECIALLY since the boy had slid his tongue into my mouth and actually touched my breasts.

I left that dance and hurried home to spend most of the night praying to God that I not get pregnant. That’s how naïve I was as a child growing up in a small town in Mississippi. Then something happened to change me ... completely. I went away to college, and even though the school, Mississippi College, was a small Baptist institution with only around 4,000 students or so, I met someone there who rescued me and turned me from a scared, shy, sexually innocent virgin into the slut I am today.

Ken was a senior, and I was a freshman, and he was also studying to be a teacher. When I told my family I’d met a boy at school I really liked, and that he was a devote Baptist, naturally he was accepted into our family with open arms. We married during my sophomore year of school, and I dropped out of school to follow him to his first school assignment. It was as a fifth grade teacher in a slightly larger Southern city I won’t mention in order to protect anyone who may have known me then.

During the first dozen years of our marriage, life was wonderful. Ken and I had a little girl the first year we were married, Amy, the result of a modest form of intercourse during our honeymoon, and I was a happy homemaker for them, cooking and doing the laundry and waiting on Ken whenever he was around. And then after 12 years of normal married life, Satan entered our lives in the form of the Internet. I’d learned about computers in my Freshmen year of college, so when Ken was teaching I sometimes spent a few hours “surfing the Net,” as they called it then. It was then that Satan showed himself to me. I know it was HE who made me do it, and I remember how excited I was when I entered the word SEX in the Google window. What I saw there were some of the most outrageous sites I’d ever imagined, and the very first one I clicked on showed a movie of this young woman about my age having sex with two black men.

I don’t ever recall being so aroused ... so aroused, in fact, that for the first time in my life I touched myself, on the vagina, and kept rubbing myself while I watched the film. The girl actually took the penises of those black men in her MOUTH and had sex with BOTH of them! And it even showed them ejaculating on her face and in her vagina! It was TOTALLY disgusting ... and I loved it. I loved feeling naughty while watching it, and loved how many times I had orgasms while rubbing myself while watching it. I began to wonder what it might feel like to ... to take Kenneth’s penis in my mouth, and suck it like this girl was doing to these black men, and I came again just thinking about doing it with Ken.

That night, after our daughter was in bed, when Ken and I crawled into bed together, I confessed to him what I’d done. At first he was alarmed, and shocked, of course, as I told him I had been as well over what I’d done.

“And you ... you touched yourself?” he asked.

“Yes, darling. I know it was wrong, but watching that girl with those two black men ... it was such a powerful experience for me, Ken. I don’t know what got into me, and I don’t think I even realized what I was doing until I was doing it. Then, when I did realize it, I was too aroused to stop, darling. And ... and I loved it, Ken. Can you forgive me?” I pleaded.

And then I realized what was happening. Right there before me in bed my husband was getting an erection. He was aroused by what I’d told him. He knew it. And now I knew it.

“Oh Ken, darling. Look!” I said, tugging back the sheet and covers, exposing his erection. “What I did excited you, didn’t it, Ken!”

“I ... I guess it did,” he grinned sheepishly.

We’d always enjoyed sex, although as innocent as we both were we really hadn’t done much experimenting, and after seeing that film I decided it was time we tried something new. So I did it.

“Ken ... I ... I thought about doing something with you today ... to you, actually. And I want to try it, darling,” I breathed, crawling down toward his erect penis. “Please don’t stop me until you see if you like it,” I said.

“What ... what are you going to do, Mary?” he asked, anxious, his penis twitching as I crawled closer to it.

“This, darling. I want to do this,” I said, reaching inside his pajama bottoms, feeling for and finding his erect penis. I pulled it out of the opening then, and stared at it, squeezing it. A droplet of slippery goo seeped out the end of it, and before he could stop me, and before I could stop myself, I leaned over and took his penis in my mouth.

“Oh my Lord, Mary, what are you DOING!” he cried out, initially trying to move away from me. Then a strange thing happened. Just like that he exploded, shooting his sperm into my mouth. “Oh NOOOOO!” he gasped, as his penis continued to fill my mouth with his ejaculate.

Suddenly I was on fire again, and I couldn’t help myself. I reached down, inside my pajama bottoms, and began rubbing myself again, all the while still sucking on my husband’s ... cock! Yes, on his COCK! I said it, to myself, and when I looked at Ken his eyes were wild, frightened, as though I was some kind of evil being.

I slowly withdrew my mouth from his COCK, and let him see his sperm dripping out of the corners of my mouth. Still playing with myself, I crawled up to him and let him see what I was doing.

“Oh my GOD!” he gasped, watching as my fingers flew over my swollen clit. And then I leaned over him and kissed him, pushing his goo into his mouth.

“UMMMMM!” he protested, and I reached up with the hand I’d been using to touch myself and held his face in place so I could pry his mouth open with my tongue and push his sperm into his mouth.

Suddenly he seemed to snap, and he opened his mouth and grabbed my head and rolled over on top of me. He immediately reached down and actually tore off my pajama bottoms, then rammed his COCK into my ... my CUNT, and began FUCKING me!

“Yes, darling. Do it. FUCK ME!” I shouted.

He paused for a moment, looking into my eyes, and then with a demented growl began again, his COCK still rock hard.

“Yes I’ll FUCK you, you slut. YOU WHORE!” he screamed, pounding into me.

“YES! I AM A SLUT ... A WHORE ... I’m YOUR whore, and you can USE ME ... ANY WAY YOU WISH, Ken. I LOVE IT! DO IT, DARLING. FUCK ME. USE ME ... ANYTHING ... GOD I LOVE SEX LIKE THIS, KEN! I ... I FUCKING LOVE IT!” I screamed, wrapping my legs around him, pumping up into him, FUCKING him until he finally exploded again, this time inside my PUSSY!

“Oh God, Mary. I ... I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I’m so sorry, my darling. I didn’t mean to say those things to you. Please. Forgive me. Can you?” he moaned, his eyes filling with tears.