Straight Female / 39
Cheating Husband
My husband has been cheating on me for much of our 17 year marriage. I stayed through it. We have children together. We have good jobs. In my mind, don’t fix it if it ain’t broken.
About 6 years ago, I allowed a coworker to fuck me in our warehouse. He had been chasing me for months and I eventually gave it up to him. A few months later, I gave it up to a guy I met at the coffee shop. We fucked at a park in the back seat of his truck. A few days later, his friend fucked me in his truck.
Over the course of that year, I slept with over a dozen men. I was horny, feeling lonely and just generally horny around the clock.
Three years ago I met Curtis. Curtis was bad for me. This man controlled me sexually and knew I would do anything he told me to do. He would make me suck his cock in bathroom malls, in department store changing rooms and at parks. He made me fuck his friends. Fuck, he made me a bachelor party slut for one of his friends. The stuff I did that night was beyond anything to confess. Imagine a tunnel that was an access point for a busy train line. Yeah, all three tunnels had a busy night.
Curtis doesn’t allow me to wear panties. I am required to be fully shaven. I am required to shower every morning, just in case my (his) pussy will be needed that day. I am his slut and I do as I am told.
Recently, the trend has been to creampie me and send me home. I am fixed, so I will not get pregnant. I check for std’s every 6 months. The issue here is bringing cum into the house in such a viewable way is risky. I know he is cheating, but I have taken that to a whole different level. I am a completely submissive slut. I am a play thing. I am a toy. I am a cum catcher. I exist, sexually, to please Curtis and whoever else he tells me to please. I have guilt, but I am also jaded about my husband cheating on me.
About 6 years ago, I allowed a coworker to fuck me in our warehouse. He had been chasing me for months and I eventually gave it up to him. A few months later, I gave it up to a guy I met at the coffee shop. We fucked at a park in the back seat of his truck. A few days later, his friend fucked me in his truck.
Over the course of that year, I slept with over a dozen men. I was horny, feeling lonely and just generally horny around the clock.
Three years ago I met Curtis. Curtis was bad for me. This man controlled me sexually and knew I would do anything he told me to do. He would make me suck his cock in bathroom malls, in department store changing rooms and at parks. He made me fuck his friends. Fuck, he made me a bachelor party slut for one of his friends. The stuff I did that night was beyond anything to confess. Imagine a tunnel that was an access point for a busy train line. Yeah, all three tunnels had a busy night.
Curtis doesn’t allow me to wear panties. I am required to be fully shaven. I am required to shower every morning, just in case my (his) pussy will be needed that day. I am his slut and I do as I am told.
Recently, the trend has been to creampie me and send me home. I am fixed, so I will not get pregnant. I check for std’s every 6 months. The issue here is bringing cum into the house in such a viewable way is risky. I know he is cheating, but I have taken that to a whole different level. I am a completely submissive slut. I am a play thing. I am a toy. I am a cum catcher. I exist, sexually, to please Curtis and whoever else he tells me to please. I have guilt, but I am also jaded about my husband cheating on me.
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