I married a man I met in Las Vegas, for the money honey

I'm telling it from the point of view of the woman that got cheated on. My husband has always liked long legged girls, dancers. Since before we met. I was a dancer in Las Vegas when we met during a convention and he took me back home with him and married me. I wasn't a vestal virgin, had had my romps in they hay with both men and women. For sex I preferred women, in the dancer world a lot of girls prefer girls. It's maybe all those tits and long legs, I don't know but it's infectious.

After a few years of being married and bored out of my mind I met this woman who was selling sex aid products to other women. Included in the presentation were a large collection of dildos and a class on how to roll on a condom. So much dick all in one place and all I could think about was her wet pussy. I did get down on my knees and put my head up under her skirt and sucked on her wet panties. I needed pussy I needed a woman sucking my pussy, I needed tits and ass and everything else that comes with a woman, fuck being married I needed to get laid by a girl. Fortunately she loved wet pussy.

I should have felt guilty, but I didn't. I went off into a long term affair with her. We went all over the county having sex aid parties for lonely housewives. We brought along CDs of lesbian sex and bid dicked hung black men. Whatever floated their boat, repressed housewives. As for me, I was in love and having the best sex of my life. I had finally met my soulmate, now how to stay married. I didn't work, and my skills weren't exactly sellable in a nice way. I decided to get pregnant, an insurance policy.

One day my husband hired Brenda. Long legs, with tits to drool over. Pretty, attractive, she was an avid runner and cycler. What an ass, what tits, what legs and she was pretty, and he was fucking her, not me. I had to stand by while he fucked her and not complain to him. He had kept his opinions to himself while I was out with my steady. He didn't really understand what girl like Brenda can do for a lesbian, and I was sure that girl liked pussy. I could see it in her eyes, how she looked at me. I had been around dancer types for a long time, I knew when one wanted to get between my legs.

I spread my legs for her. I looked her straight in the eyes when I did it. I opened my legs slowly displaying my cotton panties. I know I was wet I could feel it, and that she could see the wet spot on my panties. I looked at her, offering her some hot pussy. She looked and looked and looked and said 'I'm not cheating on him like you are'.

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