The Mind of a Slutwife

I haven’t always been this way, but I have been this way for a long time now. I didn’t start out as a young teen who got a taste and couldn’t get enough. I didn’t earn the dreaded “slut” title in high school, I was just a normal girl with a high school sweetheart. I lost my virginity as a 16 year old to a boy I thought I was in love with and naively thought I was going to marry. He was nice enough, and the sex was always vanilla and short lived. I honestly thought that was all there was to it. Lay down, insert penis. Yes, it was THAT boring.

After I graduated from High School, I started hanging out with car people. I got to know a lot of people who were not only older than me, but from different walks of life. I took interest in a guy who was sweet to me, but also had something very magnetic about his relaxed confidence, as well as his fast little Nissan. We spent a lot of time together as a group, but one night he invited me to his place to just hang out and watch a movie. Please, let me remind you that I’m fresh out of high school, not even eighteen, and have no clue that he undoubtedly was inviting me over to fuck, not really watch a movie.

I find myself on his couch, about halfway into a very strong strawberry margarita, wondering why we were watching such a shitty movie but not complaining as this sexy man rubbed my feet. I realized I was watching him more than the t.v., and when I was caught, I shot him a lopsided grin. (Present day I’ve figured out not to use it unless I definitely have bad intentions!) Before I realize what’s happening, I have a strong hand on the back of my neck pulling me in as the other takes the drink from my hand. As he takes control of the situation I realize that the slow and deep kissing is changing; Harder, deeper, and hungry for what was at his fingertips as I felt his fingers bite into my flesh, gripping me tightly. I managed to find enough space between our lips to let out a totally foreign sound to me. A sound that was part moan, part squeak and part gasp as I could feel my body telling me I was the proud owner of ten brand new fingertip sized bruises. The tiny sound I mustered must have sent this man into full primal caveman mode. In an instant, I was tossed over his shoulder and he was headed up the stairs to the bedroom, where he tossed me once again, onto his bed.

The light from the walk in closet cast a soft light into the room, which was a foreign idea and made me a little nervous. I could see this man, every bit of him. I could see the smirk on his face and his eyes glittering as he peeled me out of my clothes and stood to remove his. I could feel the nerves finally catching up, a slight unsteadiness in my hands as he worked his way down my body with his mouth. He got right to business, straight to stuffing his tongue as far as he could into my pussy and devouring me. All I wanted to do was clamp my legs together to save myself from the overload of intensity that I had never experienced before, but my thighs were pinned open by heavy hands. I remember reaching for anything I could and landing a hand full of hair, and an ear that happened to be a blessing and a curse. If I pulled on either, I got a momentary break to gather myself, but it seemed to make him more carnal and even more hungry when he got back to eating me. After what seemed like an eternity, he grabbed me by my hips and turned me onto my stomach, and pulled them up so my knees were under me, face on a pillow. I honestly believed that I was being given a break since I had no clue about any position other than missionary. That was definitely NOT the case.

With a swat of my right ass cheek, he grumbled at me, “don’t move an inch.” My brain raced with curiosity “What? Why? What the fuck am I doing here with my ass up in the air, and where the hell did he go!?” He quickly came back with a very hard, thick cock wearing a condom. I was grateful I didn’t have to try and stop this animal to remind him about it. He took his place behind my ass, mumbling something about how great it was as he wrapped one arm under my hips and pressed his cock into my pussy with the free hand. With one deliberate thrust and a sharp gasp I was in completely new territory. At a slow at steady pace he worked himself in and out of my tight pussy, trying to give my body the opportunity to adjust to his size. He ran his free hand gently up my spine as I moaned into his pillow. When he reached the hair at the nape of my neck, he grabbed a full handful of my long hair and pulled me onto my hands. “I want to be able to hear you, keep your head out of the pillow”, he told me firmly as he fucked me faster and harder. I moaned and cried out his name as the pace quickened and he pressed down into my lower back. I had no clue what I was doing, but I was doing my best to let this man lead me down a road that was apparently very familiar to him. He pressed my body flat, as I stayed up on my forearms, the sound of his body slapping against my ass over and over echoed off the walls. He told me that he couldn’t hang on any longer because I was just too tight as he yanked my head back and collapsed on top of me, cock twitching, with a set of strangled moans. I had no idea what had just transpired, but I was hopelessly hooked. I wanted more of this, and less of what I had come to believe sex was. And more I have definitely gotten.