I am a middle-aged mother and wife with a storied past.
I try to be good, I really do, but I have overwhelming
urges to let myself go. I always have and I often
succumb to them. My poor husband unfortunately has been
left out of my activities although sometimes he has
participated without his knowing.

It started in high school when I first had sex. My
boyfriend was handsome and well hung. We had sex in my
senior year and I loved it ‘ absolutely LOVED it. He
had me whenever he wanted and I masturbated when he
wasn’t around. When not being fucked or sucked, I was
ashamed of my desires. My mother wanted me to be a lady
and ladies didn’t act that way. Ladies simply did not
fuck. They made love to their husbands and made babies.
That’s it. After every orgasm, I would feel like a
tramp, yet not long after when I came down, I would be
wanting another.

So I had this constant battle between my ‘moral’ lady
self and my natural tramp self, wanting to be had often
and hard. Nature intended women to sample as much sperm
as possible to guarantee the strongest offspring. My
body was betraying my mind. Society demands pure women
‘ women’s bodies demand strong sperm. It is a conflict
I could not resolve.

Even when I was in high school, I would look at other
guys, wondering what it would be like to be had by
them; to feel their hot sperm collecting in the soaked
gusset of my panties. It wasn’t until I got to college
that I would really let go. It was like a smorgasbord.

I got to college and there were no parents and plenty
of guys. Drugs and alcohol flowed freely (it was the
late 70’s) and I had no problem getting guys. I never
started the evening out that way. I would go out with
my friends looking to have fun ‘ still the proper girl,
but by the end of the night, I would be a little drunk
and be on my back with some guy stuffing me full of
cock and filling me with cum.

I loved it, but always felt terrible during the walk of
shame (you know ‘ the disheveled looking girl with the
just fucked look walking home early in the morning). I
would always swear that it wouldn’t happen again, but
before you knew it, I would be walking home with hot
sticky cum squishing between my legs.

This was a constant battle for me. I wanted to find a
nice guy and settle down. I did meet a nice guy and he
was all I wanted; handsome, intelligent and kind. He
was a gentle lover and fell for me big time. I fell in
love as well and we were together constantly (joined at
the hips as well). We made love often and for a while I
was satisfied and thought I might have gotten it all
out of my system.

Then one night at a concert on campus, I was with
friends. My boyfriend Jim was there somewhere as well,
but it was just a big party. I knew I’d hook up with
him later on. But that wasn’t what happened. I bumped
into a football player from my high school that
happened to be visiting a friend at my school. I had
always wanted him in high school, but wasn’t the slut
then I wanted to be.

Turns out that he had heard that I was easy now that I
was in college and wasn’t about to waste a moment
getting into my panties. All of a sudden all thoughts
of Jim were gone as the slut took over. What the hell I
rationalized ‘ it’s not like we are married. So before
I knew it, I was blushing and walking out of the
concert with him ‘ his hand cupping my ass as everyone
watched and knew I was going to get laid. I’m glad that
Jim wasn’t watching since I didn’t want to hurt him ‘ I
just couldn’t help myself.

Jim:

Hi all ‘ I’m Jim. Hate to interrupt, but this is where
I come in. Donna, my girl walked out of the concert
with his hand on her ass on her way to get fucked yet
again by another guy. She didn’t know that I saw her
leave with him. She also didn’t know that I was well
aware that she had been had by so many guys in our
college. She had been laid by several of my fraternity
brothers and she came to my attention one night as I
actually watched her get nailed by a senior in my
house. She is so totally hot with such an amazing body.

I loved watching her get her dark hairy snatch pounded.
You could really see the white cum seep from her cunt
onto her dark mat of cunt hair when he withdrew his big
cock from her. She was drunk so she just lay there,
legs spread and freshly fucked. You see, watching sport
sex at our house was common. I had seen many chicks get
fucked at our house and have been watched myself many
times.

This was different. I wanted this girl. She was so damn
feminine and when we hooked up and started having sex,
I would often picture her with one of the other men
fucking her. Turns out I was a ready-made cuckold, but
she didn’t know this. She tried to hide her true self
from me. Turns out we hid our true selves from each
other.

Donna:

We barely made it back to my place. I swear he could
have fucked my on the sidewalk. We were practically
doing that anyway by the time were got home. Clothes
were thrown off and I was thrown onto the bed and
soundly fucked with my panties still dangling from my
foot. He came in me quickly. He was very dominant and
immediately stuffed his cum covered cock in my mouth
and face fucked me until he was hard again. Then he
rolled me over and fucked me into the bed as he grabbed
my as and just plain had me.

We fucked multiple times that night and I sucked his
cock hard every time. I actually found that I loved it
when he called me a cocksucker. Turns out he was right.
He left me in bed fucked and filled and left with a
wave and told me that I was a great lay and thanks.

I lay there, feeling my post sex guilt. I had cheated
on my boyfriend and loved it. I was still the slut I
had always been. I vowed to never do this again. I put
on my robe and went to get coffee when there was a
knock at the door. I thought maybe it was him coming
back for more and even as I was still wanting to swear
off the slut side of me, I could feel my pussy tingle
at the thought of being had yet again. But when I
opened the door, there stood Jim, my cuckolded
boyfriend.

Oh god I thought ‘ how am I going to explain this? When
he spoke, he alleviated my fears. He told me that he
got drunk last night and went home early and started
apologizing for leaving me there! He didn’t know! He
left and didn’t see his slut girlfriend walk out to
fuck yet another guy! I went to him and hugged him and
said that it was OK. I was fine, enjoyed the concert
and came home.

Well ‘ the worst possible thing began to happen. I was
all warm and sweaty from my post-sex haze and he was
kissing my neck and stroking my ass through my robe. My
tingling cunt that was looking for another fuck from my
new friend didn’t care at this point who was here ‘ it
wanted some attention ‘ again!

We pulled back from each other and looked into each
other’s eyes then pressed our lips together in a
passionate tongue kiss. I briefly wondered if Jim would
be able to smell the sex on me, or if would be able to
taste the residual scum on my lips, but as he grabbed
at my soft ass and humped his hard cock at my freshly
fucked body, I didn’t care.

I turned and led him to the bed I had just been laid
in, dropped my robe and climbed onto the bed to let my
loving boyfriend have some of the ass that had been
used all night. If he found out that I was a slut we
would have to deal with it ‘ I just didn’t care.

Jim:

Like I said, I knew she had left with him. I followed
them discreetly back to her house watching them molest
each other all the way. I waited a moment once they got
there to peek into her bedroom window and watch him
quickly inseminate my girl. I could clearly see his big
cock as he withdrew from her, trailing a string of
sticky cum from her filled pussy to her face and then
hold her head as he fucked her face furiously.

I couldn’t stay all night though and I knew that he
would have her more than once. I watched as he
penetrated he the second time and grabbed her hair as
he hammered her from behind. I went back to my place
and quickly came off to the picture of my slut girl
fucking this guy. I got up early and watched him leave.
One of his buddies picked him up and they high-fived
each other. I am sure there would be a story about the
slut he just had.

I waited a moment and them approached her door. I had
to let her off the hook so I made up the story about
going home early drunk. I didn’t want confront her
about her slutty behavior. I was afraid it would end
things between us. It was bad enough that she was still
into spreading her legs for other guys. I didn’t think
she would be able to handle it if she knew that I like
it! There would be no way to tell her and hide my
excitement. Besides, I couldn’t act mad like I was
supposed to feel since I was actually too horny!

I entered her apartment and could smell the sex. She
reeked of sweat, cum and pussy. I thought I could even
smell a little sweaty ass too. She was warm and funky
like you are when you just get out of bed. I loved and
desired her more than ever. We embraced, shared a kiss
(I thought I could taste cum on her lips) and I
followed her to the bed I saw her get fucked in last
night. I knew there would be the smell of sweat and sex
on the sheets. I would probably lay in the leftover cum
of her recent lover. I didn’t care. I wanted her.

She led me to the room and dropped her robe. He ass
swaying in front of me I looked between her legs at the
dark hair poking out and saw the moisture there. When
she crawled on the bed, I clearly could see the semi
clear man cum leaking from her. Her ass crack and top
of thighs were semi dry with the sticky fluid. When she
lay on her back, legs spread ready to be fucked, I
could only look at her open gash seeping fluid with
awe.

Donna:

It was the moment of truth. He had to know what
happened to me. He had to know that the sloppy mess of
a cunt before him was from being filled with another
mans’ cum. I felt like to complete tramp. I was
shamelessly showing my sperm filled cunt to him. His
woman had been had by another and filled with sperm.
Our entire future rested on this moment. He stood
staring at my open legs, mouth agape for several
moments as he took in the obscene slutty sight before
him and then did the unthinkable.

He didn’t tear off his clothes and mount his slut girl.
He dove between my legs and ravished my crotch with his
mouth, lips and tongue! He slobbered all over my legs,
asshole and cunt, licking and sucking all the cum from
me he could. Amazed at his response and his apparent
ignorance of his cuckolded situation, I grabbed his
head, pulling him in deeper to my funky cheating cunt.

It was so surreal. My loving boyfriend either was
completely oblivious to my cheating or was totally into
this. I didn’t know which and didn’t care! I loved
rubbing it in his face began to cum hard on his slime
covered face. He eventually pulled out his hard cock
and just jammed it into me cumming almost instantly
deep inside me as we practically ripped each other’s
lips off in passion.

We had sex again a few times that morning including a
torrid 69 where we each tasted our own cum ‘ mine from
his slick cock and his from my dripping hole. He never
let on that he knew what happened to me the night
before and I never told him. We still loved each other
and our sex was even better.

I had the best of both worlds ‘ a great guy and the
chance to fuck others. I knew it wouldn’t last though.
I would have to stop being a slut at some point and
settle down. Jim was my man. I would stay with him and
control my inner slut.

We did graduate from college and we got married. My
inner slut was hidden… For a while.