Like a lot of women; I married young, without much sexual experience. I was eighteen and had never slept with anyone but my husband. In high school I dated, had a very active social life, cheerleader, Homecoming court, all the "right" things. I had petted a little now and then, but no boy ever even touched my breasts and I had no idea what a "hard-on" was back then. I married my high school sweetheart after one semester of college. My family was old fashioned and conservative and sex was something never talked about. My husband was not much more experienced than I was, but he was my only "teacher". It took him two years after we were married to get me to try oral sex with him. Sometime after about five years of marriage and two kids, Tom began to talk about some sexual fantasies he had. These dealt with me acting as a prostitute. He did all the talking and it turned him on.
We were living in a rural area with few neighbors, all old farm families. Tom got transferred to a large university town, teaching at a local high school. This was definitely culture shock for both of us. Everybody was so much more liberal and I realize now that I was looked at as a naïve idiot in more than just sex. I felt stupid and of course responded by learning not to say much and just do what everyone else did. Tom had a much easier time of it as he was back in school and being exposed to all the latest ideas. It was inevitable that he had an affair with a college student about six years younger than him. I was devastated and didn’t know what to do. I had three little kids, no job skills and no education. I was trapped. I was in the most emotional pain I had ever felt. But I still loved him.
He told me that the short affair was nothing serious, just sexual experimentation that he had never gotten to experience since we had married right out of high school. He spent hours talking to me and convincing me that it was OK to have extra-marital sex because we had missed that period in our lives when people experimented with others. I wasn’t easy to convince, but I gradually began to accept this theory. Everyone we knew seemed to have been involved with someone else at the school at one time or another. He told me that I should do it if the occasion ever arose and that he would understand. After all it was, as he put it, an endless bowl of ice cream that never ran out no matter much you had. So what if somebody else took a spoonful now and then, the supply was limitless!
My "growing" began about six months later. We had another couple over for dinner and some drinks. The night grew late and since they had a lot to drink, they decided to stay. The other guy helped me set up a rollaway bed for him and his wife. As we put on the sheets and pillows, we started laughing and pillow fighting. His wife and Tom just watched. I must admit that I found it sexually exciting to be rolling around the bed and the floor with another man. Nothing sexual happened. We didn’t kiss or touch, but I think he felt the sexual tension too!
That night when Tom and I went to bed, he asked me if I had thought about sleeping with Bob. Of course at first I denied it, but when he asked me to think about Bob when we were making love, I really got into it. I was very turned by the thought of Bob touching me and being in me. Tom knew that I felt sexually attracted to Bob. Tom and I fucked each other silly that night.
A couple months later, Tom had to be gone away for two weeks to a summer school program. I knew he was going to be partying every night after work. I felt abandoned and alone and wondered if he would fool around on me again. I knew he would if things worked out right. After he left, I got to thinking about what he had said about having another man. I was a little angry that he would so casually let another man have me, but also turned on by what might happen. Tom had already been unfaithful, so he couldn’t say too much, and maybe this would make him realize what he was risking. Bob had recently separated from his wife and was living alone in their house. I called Bob and asked him if I could stop by some night and talk. He was a little hesitant, but said it was OK.
When I left for his house, I still hadn’t decided for sure if I would sleep with him. He might not like me, or think I was a slut for being unfaithful to Tom. My stomach was in knots and doing flip-flops as I drove to his house. I almost turned around a couple times. I had not worn anything special, just jeans, a midriff cut blouse and sandals, regular bra and panties. I had put perfume on my breasts and my thighs around my cunt, so I know I wanted something to happen.
