J
joyscuck
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I have lurked without really giving my story, it is probably time. I had met her, she was in the process of a divorce, and she fucked my brains out on our first date. She was totally into getting laid. That should have been the first sign. But no, all she wanted was to fuck. That could be why I was number 3. AND, she didn't look the part. She was and is very conservative, but with a huge appetite for sex. That appetite continued after our marriage. I knew I would never be her only lover.
We went on a cruise shortly after our marriage. And she with the recently discovery of my diabetes, and the inability to get hard, decided to get it by other means. I couldn't really complain, and found it a turn on. So, it happened.
I had an inkling, when one of the stewards sat beside her at breakfast. I could see the chemistry at work. He wanted to fuck her, and she wanted to fuck him. I knew she was capable of doing it outside of the marriage. And she did. I got involved in a game of poker, but before I left, she got up to dance with him. I saw his overt actions, and also knew that she would accept his advances. About a half hour later I returned to fin them both gone. I knew she was getting his cock. At about 6 the next morning, I realized she would be fucking him until the cruise was over.
He owned her. I was nothing more than an afterthought for the next nine days. She gave herself to him in a way that I can't even imagine. What I found was 2 ripped pairs of panties that she didn't even really try to hide. It was like she wanted me to know, which I did anyway, because she was out all night.
Bottom line, I felt charged knowing she was knowing she was getting fucked by another man.
We went on a cruise shortly after our marriage. And she with the recently discovery of my diabetes, and the inability to get hard, decided to get it by other means. I couldn't really complain, and found it a turn on. So, it happened.
I had an inkling, when one of the stewards sat beside her at breakfast. I could see the chemistry at work. He wanted to fuck her, and she wanted to fuck him. I knew she was capable of doing it outside of the marriage. And she did. I got involved in a game of poker, but before I left, she got up to dance with him. I saw his overt actions, and also knew that she would accept his advances. About a half hour later I returned to fin them both gone. I knew she was getting his cock. At about 6 the next morning, I realized she would be fucking him until the cruise was over.
He owned her. I was nothing more than an afterthought for the next nine days. She gave herself to him in a way that I can't even imagine. What I found was 2 ripped pairs of panties that she didn't even really try to hide. It was like she wanted me to know, which I did anyway, because she was out all night.
Bottom line, I felt charged knowing she was knowing she was getting fucked by another man.
