Confessions of an aroused wife

My husband has no idea what a slut I was when I was young, and the truth is, I’m still just as much of a slut.

I was just so horny, my ass on fire with the need to get fucked. Plenty of lucky guys were way older than me, but that didn’t matter; I still wanted dick.

I remember one of them had a cock that was huge and thick, like an arm. The guy wanted to fuck me with that animal of a thing, but instead, I sucked him off. It barely fit in my mouth. But because I was a slut, I did what I could and shoved the whole thing down my throat until he filled my mouth with cum.

Another time, I went with my friends—sluts just like me, or even worse—to the house of a guy they knew. I just went along so some dude could fuck me and stretch my pussy out.

Two hours later, I left with my girls to go to a party. Behind the house, in a work van, I let myself get fucked like a porn star, basically by a stranger from the party who was much older than me. After pounding me hard all night, he gave it to me even harder. It was like a rock-hard dick mashing my pussy, almost without mercy. Afterwards, we fell asleep naked inside, and when the sun came up, I walked home like nothing had happened.

My husband would die if he knew I got fucked by two guys in one day. Sometimes I get the urge to confess these things to him, but I don’t dare. I’m scared he would look at me differently.