Straight Female / 37
I've been thinking back about this a lot lately, due to something that came up with daughter. I was always the good girl. Sweet, quiet, girl next door type. I was never the drinking or partying type. My husband and I did sleep together before marriage, and he was only the third man I had ever slept with. I've been married for about 15 years now.
We decided to spend about two weeks mostly apart before our wedding. I worked the first week, but was going to start a new job after the honey moon so that last week I was on my own, nothing but free time. I was told to go, have fun, let my hair down and all that for that week. I had a hotel booked for me in a town about an hour from home and I went with it.
After a lot of encouragement from friends back home, and even my family, I decided to get dolled up and hit a bar. I had never really made myself up like that. Seemed like it didn't take ten minutes after going to the bar for guys to start showing up and hitting on me. In what would become the regular routine for me for the next week, there was dancing, lots of drinking...and bad decisions.
I had lots of sex with lots of strangers that week. It was an incredible rush. Being desired, feeling strange men touch me. Feeling all those new guys inside me. Most of it is a blur. Most days were several in a day, pretty sure that first night was the only time it was just one. There was at least two occasions where it was more than one guy at a time.
I was someone else for an entire week, and that me was a total slut. I had sex in dirty alleys. In public bathrooms. I woke up in random hotel rooms. It was a rush of naughty, slutiness and pleasure unlike anything I ever felt. Before, or since. I truly have no idea how many men I was with that week. Best guessing and all, at least fifteen...possibly more than twenty. Just remembering that, knowing I did that in a week, is enough to give me a tingle of desire even till today.
A month after my wedding, I discovered I was pregnant. Yes, we got all of her info and all at the time but we never paid it much attention. Or maybe I didn't want to. Of course, I knew then that most likely she was not my husbands. Recently, we had cause to see her blood type after a minor accident and some minor surgery she had to have. Her blood type makes it impossible for her to be my husbands. He saw what I did, but said nothing. I just hope he doesn't ever research blood types and finds out the truth.
We decided to spend about two weeks mostly apart before our wedding. I worked the first week, but was going to start a new job after the honey moon so that last week I was on my own, nothing but free time. I was told to go, have fun, let my hair down and all that for that week. I had a hotel booked for me in a town about an hour from home and I went with it.
After a lot of encouragement from friends back home, and even my family, I decided to get dolled up and hit a bar. I had never really made myself up like that. Seemed like it didn't take ten minutes after going to the bar for guys to start showing up and hitting on me. In what would become the regular routine for me for the next week, there was dancing, lots of drinking...and bad decisions.
I had lots of sex with lots of strangers that week. It was an incredible rush. Being desired, feeling strange men touch me. Feeling all those new guys inside me. Most of it is a blur. Most days were several in a day, pretty sure that first night was the only time it was just one. There was at least two occasions where it was more than one guy at a time.
I was someone else for an entire week, and that me was a total slut. I had sex in dirty alleys. In public bathrooms. I woke up in random hotel rooms. It was a rush of naughty, slutiness and pleasure unlike anything I ever felt. Before, or since. I truly have no idea how many men I was with that week. Best guessing and all, at least fifteen...possibly more than twenty. Just remembering that, knowing I did that in a week, is enough to give me a tingle of desire even till today.
A month after my wedding, I discovered I was pregnant. Yes, we got all of her info and all at the time but we never paid it much attention. Or maybe I didn't want to. Of course, I knew then that most likely she was not my husbands. Recently, we had cause to see her blood type after a minor accident and some minor surgery she had to have. Her blood type makes it impossible for her to be my husbands. He saw what I did, but said nothing. I just hope he doesn't ever research blood types and finds out the truth.
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