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The Day I Became A Cum Slut

I grew upon on a small Midwest farm and went to Catholic schools when I was growing up. I was the oldest c***d, so I acted as the surrogate mother at home. It was my responsibility to watch all of my younger siblings. I even considered becoming a Nun. So much so in fact, that I took the train to Milwaukee, Wisconsin in my junior year to visit a convent. I soon decided that wasn’t for me and I came back home. Was I glad to move out and be on my own after high school. I attended a business school and then left for the big city to live. I got a room at the YWCA and made friends with lots of girls about my own age there. Needless to say, I was a naive young farm girl unaccustomed to big city ways. I was 18 at the time and I met an older guy who swept me off my feet. He was muck older than me, in fact he was 29 at the time. We had a whirlwind romance, and he was my first sex partner. I lost my virginity right there in a room at the YWCA. I never thought at the time why we didn’t go to a motel or something. I would figure that out later. After a short while, he asked me to marry him and we drove to Missouri and got married there. He then and only then introduced me to his parents, where he was living. I could tell right away he was a mommy’s boy. She ran his life. I then found out he had two c***dren by a previous marriage. I accepted them even though his mom, their grandmother, had spoiled them rotten. We bought a new modular home and had it placed, where else, on his parents ...

... property. They were retired farmers, had plenty of money, so they took the grand k**s to California for the summer and to Disneyland several times. This I thought, would give me a chance to get to know my husband better. I did, boy did I ever. He rarely worked because his parents supported him so it was one party after another. I got to be friends with several of the girls who partied with their husbands/boyfriends. Two of them took me aside and told me in confidence that my husband d wasn’t going off to work, but had several other girls on the side he would hook up with. I was pissed, and devastated at the same time. One morning after a long night of partying, I got up around 10AM and wandered out of the bedroom to get a cup of coffee. There on the couch were two of his single drinking buddies from last night. They had crashed on the couch and were sipping coffee trying to sober up. “Where’s my husband/” I asked them. They looked each other and grinned. One of the said, “He’s gone to work” Needless to say, I was pissed. I got my cup of coffee then filled a cleaning bucket with hot water and Spic N Span to clean the floor. “Nobody gives a shit that we have a new house, they spill their drinks and don’t bother to clean it up” I thought to myself. I got down on all fours and started scrubbing the floor, all the while wondering where, or who my husband was off with fucking. I scrubbed the floor with a vengeance wishing it was my husband’s face. I was wearing one of my husband’s long ...