At least my husband got our first married fuck.

On our wedding night, I managed to make my husband come twice but that was not enough for me.

When my new husband pushed his cock into me for the first time, I screamed when he reached about two inches and tried to pull away. He had not felt any restriction try to stop him and he did not see any blood on his cock like he expected. He shrugged it off, having read up about the first night of marriage and reading that women bled in different amounts when their cherries are popped, some not at all. He also read further that the hymen could be broken for many reasons including sports injuries. He remembered that I had played soccer all thru high school and before. He fucked me hard and fast, like the porn videos he watched to learn what to do. I came and it was real. I loved being fucked. I had been fucked so many times, starting with my older brother years ago. Fred filled me with his sperm and we cuddled. He was ready to go to sleep but I was not going to be satisfied with just one cum load on my wedding night.

I had told him that I started on the pill a month before the wedding. We did not want to start a family right away. Actually I had been on the pill for years. We had only met six months ago, so he did not know my history. He did not know that I was a very easy fuck for almost any guy that wanted me. I had moved to his city for a new job. He was different and I liked him. He was not pushy, always trying to get into my pants like most guys. I eventually agreed to marry him.

After I got him to fuck me a second time, he could not get it back up. I even tried sucking him for several minutes but I could not get him hard again. “Sorry Honey, maybe in the morning. He rolled over and quickly fell asleep. I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling while rubbing my now married pussy. After almost an hour, I got up and put some clothes on. I went down to the hotel’s bar.

I ordered a drink and when it came I handed the bartender my money. He said that the two guys at the end of the bar had paid for it and my next one too. I waved a thank you. They moved down the bar and we started chatting. They looked to be in their 40's. I told them that it was my wedding night and that my husband had pooped out early.

It wasn’t long before we were entering their room. “A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be left hanging on her wedding night.” Immediately their hands were all over me and my clothes were coming off. My resolve to only be a one man woman from now on was rapidly vanishing. My old self was coming back to the surface.

Our three naked bodies were now on the king sized bed. I was enjoying sucking one cock while the other one plunged in and out of my dripping and pulsing cunt. They were probably in their mid thirties, about 12 to 14 years older than me. They were both hung average but they were both enthusiastically using my body for their pleasure and giving me equal pleasure in return. They were taking what they wanted and they wanted everything. For over two hours they fucked all three of my holes and I returned as good as I got. My vow that my body was now only for my husband was a thing of the past.

At one point I was on my hands and knees with one in my cunt and one in my mouth. I told them to hold still and I became the only one moving. As I moved forward I would take one cock deep in my mouth. When I moved back the other ones cock would disappear full depth in my cunt. I rocked forward and back, taking each of them deep in my mouth and cunt. Then they had me on my back, on top of one of them. He was buried in my ass. The other pushed into my cunt and they got a rhythm going where one would push me as the other was pulling back. I had not been fucked like that for almost a year. I knew that they could feel each other’s cocks as there is only a thin wall separating the love tunnel from the shit tube. I came hard, so did they.

When they were finally worn out and done with me, I got dressed and went back to our room, cleaned up and got in bed. My new husband was still sleeping soundly. In the morning he kissed me and asked me if I had enjoyed our love making. I honestly told him that I had a wonderful time last night.

Now I knew that there was no way I could settle for his loving but boring lovemaking for the rest of my life. I was not made for just one man. I started thinking about ways I could get out for some sexual fun while still maintaining a successful marriage with him. Maybe I could tell him that I was volunteering to do charity work. That would get me out of the house without raising his concerns. Yes, that was what I would do.

It worked for about a month, two or three nights a week. Then one night I accidently left my purse at home. Fred wanted to be nice, so he brought it to where I said that I was volunteering. I was not there and they told him that they had not seen me for a couple of weeks.

The next time I went out, he followed me. I drove to a nearby motel and went to one of the doors. I knocked and a man opened the door and I went it. Fred sat there and watched. He waited an hour and then went home. He was sure that he knew what was happening. I came in and he was standing there. He lifted my dress, saw that I did not have panties on and roughly shoved two fingers into my cunt. I started sobbing. He pulled them out and they were covered with cum. He held his fingers up to my face and then shoved them into my mouth. “Is this what you have been doing all these nights when you have been going out to ‘volunteer’? You have been letting other guys fuck you. You no good shut.”

He threw me on the floor, pulled his pants down, pulled my dress and jumped on me. In anger, he fucked me hard and deep, not even thinking about my cunt already being full of another man’s cum. He had never fucked me like that. He gave me one of the best orgasms I ever had. I thought to myself, “I wish he would always fuck me like that.” He came and it made me come again, with him. Then he brought his sloppy cock to my face and forced it in my mouth. Actually it did not require much forcing. I cleaned him. He got up and pushed me flat on the floor. “Is that what you want? Do you want to be fucked like a cheap whore?” I whimpered and sobbed, “Yes that is exactly what I want. He went to the bedroom and slammed the door.

About a half hour later, I entered the bedroom. He was on his side, facing away from me. I got in bed and cuddled up to his back. My hand cupped his package. I doubted that he was sleeping, but he did not move or say a word. I fell asleep.

In the morning, he was laying on his back. I bent over and gave him an enthusiastic blowjob. He did not respond till he moaned and pushed his cock deeper in my mouth and fed me a big load of his cock sauce. “Lay there and listen to me. Don’t say a word till I finish.” I said that I was very sorry for cheating on him. Then I told him about my life before I met him. Sobbing, I said that I had planned to settle down and only be with him, but I was unable to. I told him how after he went to sleep after our first married fuck, I was still horny and I went to the bar and let two men pick me up and take me to their room. I told him that I then realized that I was not going to be able to be a faithful wife and that I had worked up the plan of how to go out and get laid. I told him that I did not have a steady fuck friend but would let almost any guy take me. I told him that the rough fucking he gave me when he caught me was some the best sex I ever had. I said I was sorry but that I did not think I could stop putting out for other men. Then I kissed him on the neck told him that I love him and went to make breakfast, wondering if he would forgive me or kick me out.

The smell of bacon, eggs and fresh coffee brought him to the kitchen wearing his bathrobe. He held me by the shoulders, hesitated and then kissed me hard. “I love you. I wish you had told me this before we got married.”

“I knew I loved you and was afraid that you would walk away. I thought I could change.”

“I don’t need you to change. I just want you to be honest with me. I have always wanted to fuck you harder, but I thought soft and lovingly was how you liked it. From now on, things will be different. Now bend over the table and pull your gown up. I’m going to fuck you hard and make you come on my cock and then suck it clean.

“But breakfast will get cold.”

“Who the fuck cares. Bend over.” He dropped his bathrobe. He was rock hard and standing straight out. When I did, he slapped my ass hard and slammed his cock deep into me, as my cunt quickly started to get wet. “Yesss!” Then, after fucking me hard enough to move the kitchen table, he turned me around, held me by the hair and shoved his manhood deep in my mouth. He finished with a loud growl. I swallowed and smiled at him and said, “Good morning, Darling.”
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