My Life as a Used Wife - A Place for Strange Men to Cum

It's a cathartic thing, I write a place of record to tell my story. Damn right, I'll be graphic.

I was one very naivè Iowa farm girl. At the age of 19, I'd been to the twin-cities, Des Moines, and two weeks at 14 with my parents at Lake of the Ozarks, the Redneck Riviera. So when, at age 20 I took a job in Denver, Colorado I hardly had a clue, high-school girls had more worldly experience than me.

Like all girls, I suppose I was hoping for Prince Charming, romance, love two kids, white picket fence and a loyal old dog. I got the dog alright, he walked upright on two legs.

In Colorado there were 3.2% beer Night clubs so 18 yr. old could drink. At least a place for a girl not yet 21. I was carelessly getting drunk and it was the second time in my life. How the hell was I going to drive? Then, a real handsome, charming and smart! Man approached me, " Wanna dance?" and he had my attention. ( A snake had charmed, he'd soon bite) He was 27 and indeed, he'd been around, and traveled the world, to the extent I'd soon come to learn.

He was from California he, I would learn later was in Colorado pulling off a scam just so, so but not enough for law enforcement to bust him. So, yes I was a virgin I'd never found a pig farmer back home I'd consider screwing, taking my flower as my father called it. Yet as I sat Mesmerized, intoxicated on pitchers of Coors beer I thought, if this man tries to fuck me, I'm going to let him.

In no condition to drive, I asked Ken if he'd mind driving me home, I'd rented a small buffet apt. In Lakewood, a Denver Suburb. Ken drove me, I ask him in, I was, I guess horny although I'd only ever masturbated to relieve it. I had decided to find out how at least this man would relieve my Angst.
We made out, he fingered me rubbing my clit his fingers were amazing. Soon my clothes were off and I'd giggled about it, pussy eating with silly girls, it was happening. My god, I never imagined anything could feel so good. Masturbate? Oh no! Never again I was having one orgasm after another. Then came the Scary part he was penetrating my virgin pussy, how bad does getting your cherry popped hurt, I wondered. I guided his dick, that was real Frightening, it felt thick like a snow shovel handle. It was long, I'd learn 8.5 inches long. I cried out, baby be gentle, I'm a virgin, he respected my plea. Nonetheless, it hurt bad but after 10 minutes or so, it felt very good, I was liking it. He ask, can I cum in your pussy or do you want it on your tits or in your mouth? I wanted to taste, sobI opened my mouth Where he ejaculated A huge amount, it was salty, tin like but I swallowed it anyway. I'd always heard, Spitters are quitters, he told me I was a good girl for swallowing. Before morning he fucked Me 3 more times, oh damn, was I sore.

Having coffer that morning he charmed me so, I'd later realize, what a bunch of bullshit. Truth was I was young stupid and easy pickings. He was grooming me from the instant his tongue touched my clit. What the hell does a rural Iowa farm girl at 20 years old know? Not much, Not much at all from Iowa.

Ken dated me Exclusively, Got me to move into His luxurious small house In the Cheeseman park area of Denver. He was generous to a fault, He bought me clothes A lot of sexy clothes too and lingerie, Stuff I occasionally see in magazines. Many years later I was told by a therapist, When men like, Ken Really wanna get their hooks in you, The wine dying buy you things and marry you. On my 21st birthday Ken married me, A big church wedding invited all of my family, And a great many of his Sociopath deviant friends. I was so happy, It was like a dream had come true.

About 6 months into our marriage, Ken Begin inviting his black friends And his gay friends Over to the house frequently. I thought, gee.. My husband is so open minded It has so many diverse friends. He did! And my husband was getting me acclimated to them. Encouraging me to cozy up to them and their lifestyles, it was working. I would hear stories from the gay guys About sucking dick and anal intercourse, And the black guys would talk about How hot white pussy was. None of those bothering me, I was thinking to each his own, After all, They were all very nice people.

Hind sight is
always better than foresight I think. I had no clue My husband had nefarious things on his mind, At least they were kinky and deviant, But looking back on it, It's neither good nor bad it's just
personal choice.

The only drugs I've ever taken were aspirin and antibiotics, Soon my husband would have me snorting cocaine, Much to my surprise I was really enjoying it. Then it was drinking and smoking weed And snorting cocaine, My parents would lose their mind if they could have seen me. Ken was now fucking and eating my pussy 4-5 times every 24 hours. He got me stoned and was taking me to Pornographic dark slezy movie theaters where Demented looking men With sitting nearby and stare at us, Some of them pulling out their penis and masturbating. Ken told me to blow it off That's just what men do in these places honey, and How could an Iowa farm girl say differently? Kenwood fingerman play with my clit Austin get on the floor and give me head During the movies. I can lie and say I didn't like it, But I won't, It was incredibly erotic And it felt awesome Coupled with what I was watching on the movie screen.

Ken and I became regulars at a number of adult movie theaters, Always attending high on cocaine and weed. It was the beginning of the end But the end wouldn't come for years. Ken told me to let strange men play with my pussy, feel my tits, suck them, just try it! It's erotic. Strangely enough it was And when we go, I always wound up letting strange men Put their hands and tongue all over me. When we got home Ken would suck and fuck me With such passion, It was like I was the last woman on earth.

Things increased. 1 day this great big black guy named Wade came over. Ken Told me he was taking Wade Into the bedroom to give him some head, what the fuck? Ken said I could watch. The man had a dick shit, 10-11 in. Thick, And my husband was taking all of it down there All the way down his throat Massaging the man's balls. Ken Invited me for a taste, I was about to take another step, And together Ken and I were sucking cock. Wade asked if he could fuck me. Ken said, go on baby try some BBC, I did, it felt real amazing. Wade cum in my pussy and Ken ate it, sucking out most all of Wade's load. In the vernacular, I'd become a cum slut whore, I'd just turned 24.

Ken was now bringing black and white men home, for himself or for both of us, often for them to just fuck me. Of course a great deal more cocaine use and weed use was going on, I was drinking more as well. Ken was allowing black men to date me, borrow me for a few days, I was being shared with their friends, gangbanged, double penetration. One, Leroy Would dress me in sexy lingerie And put a dog collar around my neck and chain Walk me on my hands and knees Making me please his friends. Ken would ask if I had a good time, then begin eating my creampied pussy. It was nowbourv6th year together, I was a drug addict Slut, a whore all my self respect gone, I was a vessel For men's cocks, A receptacle for their cum. I was so addicted and drug addled That I actually liked it. I had a husband that loved all of this Including, He loves sucking large black cocks Swallowing their loads. Sometimes with the mouth full of their semen He would find me open my mouth and snowball me, So we can share a big load.

We would go to Las Vegas Stay in those sleazy dumps Boulder highway. Where I be dressed in sexy lingerie And he would leave the door open So strangers would stop and talk And he would invite to man For a piece of my ass. Alexa horny men in Las Vegas. I would go out and make myself available and pick up black men, Instead of coming inside my pussy, Ken Would have them pull out early So he could suck them off.

I had saved quite a bit of this criminal's money It's a wonder he wasn't in prison. And 1 day I left I went to rancho mirage California, Pay the $32,000Check myself into Betty Ford. The counselors in therapist I was an unusual hard case. When I got out I waited a year He had no idea where I was. I filed for divorce And it had been 10 years. This is a cautionary tale for young women Be careful who you get involved with, I never thought this could have happened to me In my wildest dream Or should I say nightmare?

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