I have been married to my husband for five years but from the time I was 15 I was a drug whore for my druggie sister and her husband. They had these drug parties back in the 80s and early 90s and I was the young sister with the big tits that the dealers bartered with and they convinced me to screw one of them for drugs and since I was high and no stranger to sex I screwed the guy for a little coke. After that they used me to get the drugs for their parties. I basically lost my clothes at the door and was in a small bedroom fucking most of the party only taking breaks to pee and take more hits. I screwed anyone my brother in law sent in and even he took several turns fucking me when my sister crashed. I went to these parties almost every weekend at the request of my sister and brother in law even into our first year of marriage. My husband doesnt know I've been fucked by more than fifty guys since we've been married and I only stopped when my sister divorced him but he still calls on me now and then for a free fuck or he tells me he'll tell my husband what a whore I am. I hate to admit that I find comfort in being the whore. Its part if who I am and a part of me misses the endless line if men waiting to have me when I was 16. I know I'll have to tell him and end this or divorce him an accept my calling.