Lessons learned.
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Slut Amy
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"That's it. Fuck my pussy good!" I cooed lustfully as I leaned back on my hands as Aaron held my legs spreading them wide as I set on the kitchen island with my shorts and panties dangled off one leg meeting Aaron's eyes.
"Fuck that pussy is wet." Aaron growled with a grin looking at me.
"Keep fucking me with that big prick. Fill me with your cum." I smiled pushing back at Aaron's thrusts.
I wasn't also a naughty slut. I use to be very conservative. Missionary and doggy was it. Sure I'd give a blow job if I had to. But, it wasn't a priority of things I did and sex only happened in the bedroom and that was it.
Never would I ever enticed getting screwed on the kitchen island in broad daylight.
But, that was the old me.
The new me is a different person.
The new me will slide under the kitchen table and blow Aaron while he eats dinner and get fucked on the kitchen island.
The new me will also impale her sell on Aaron's cock while he watches t.v. get her asshole reamed out.
That's not the only thing I'll do.
I swallow.
Sometimes I'll suck Aaron's dick just to taste his nut juice.
I also enjoy putting my 5'9" 130 pound 36DD-26-38 athletic body on display for Aaron.
Short shorts and bikini tops are a regular attire now.
Unlike the old me. Jean's and T shirts.
It turns me on knowing I'm turning Aaron on.
I also never turn him down. He wants sex. He gets sex and if I think he needs it. He gets fucked.
As you gathered and I said. I was also a horny slut.
Quiet the opposite. I used sex to get what I wanted and to manipulate ever situation.
I was a fucking bitch about it. I'd hold out on my exhusband. Then get him all hot and bothered then bitch and lay limp while he did his best to fuck me.
I thought it was funny.
I would constantly raise hell and be obnoxious. Everything was a costrastaphie. I made myself a pain in the ass.
I let my ex know he was second to everything in my life.
I even got fat. I let myself go, just to see how far I could push it before he would say something.
Well, I was 250 punds when just quit trying.
I still believe he would he continued to have sex with me if I would have just stopped being a bitch. But, I couldn't. I enjoyed it.
I will say after awhile his pain and misery turned on me.
He quit talking to me. He would have nothing to do with me. No nothing. Not a hug. Nothing.
That didn't set well with me and I really started being a bitch thinking that would get something out of him.
He made one more shot at trying with me. In my arrogance I thought I had won and turned into a super bitch and would openly laugh in his face and make fun of him.
My mistake. He left for work one day and that was it. We where done. It was over with.
To this day I don't think he wanted to divorce me.
But, he couldn't take my bullshit any longer.
So I went on a diet and started working out and eating right.
In no time I went 250 pounds to 175 pounds in less then six weeks. When I reached 200 pounds I banged this guy I had fucked sense my divorce at the gym one night. I had gotten in the habit of going late in the evening. Mainly because there was few to if anyone in there.
This guy named Mark had started showing up about the same time as me.
He was ok looking guy and was always complimenting on how well I was doing and how good I was looking.
We where stretching out before our workout and Mark was leaning over in front of me. I could see right up his shorts.
There it was. His cock pointing right back me.
I didn't say anything to him. I just enjoyed the show.
All through our work out I kept thinking of Mark's prick.
I started flirting him during our work out and when it was over he followed me to the dressing room area as normally did he went to his side and I went to mine.
But, instead of getting dressed. I dropped my clothes in my bag and strutted over to his side naked.
After that for the next month we would workout for an hour then fuck for an hour or two.
It was fun while it lasted. But, the job he was on ended and he left.
I fucked several other guys from the gym after that and my first woman picked me up from the gym.
We where both bored and horny. So after a good work out one evening, we went back to her placed and fucked all night.
As I lost more and more weight. I fucked more and more guys.
I went through alot of guys after my divorce. I mean alot. I gave pussy to every guy that took me out. I even fucked several women.
Most though would only hang around as long as I was putting out and none really treated me all that great.
Sure they would buy me dinner or clothes or what ever.
But, if I didn't give up the pussy. They didn't hang around long.
A few times I got myself into a situation I shouldn't have.
Like one night ingot to drinking and flirting heavily with a guy I had fucked in the past a couple times. Well, he had his buddy with him.
I ended up getting fucked by them both most of the night. They did things to me I had never dreamed of doing.
Then told there friends about in detail of what a slut I was.
I even ruined a couple friendships too.
Me being who I was fucked a friend of mine husband and not just once either. I did it for no other reason then I could. I didn't even really like the guy. I just wasn't happy she had him and was happy.
I was three years being a slut when met Aaron.
He was different the other guys. Sure, I always liked younger men. They where my main prey. Less then twenty five and the closer to eighteen they where the better I liked them.
Aaron fit the bill. Twenty-four and sexy. Tall, lean great smile. I wanted to fuck him the first time I met him.
I took a bit before I got him in bed though.
Not that I wasn't trying. It just wasn't happening. Something always got in the way.
But, once it happened I fucked him in every way I could.
I wanted to give him the best pussy he ever had.
I guess I did. Because he came back a couple days later. After that things started to heat up between us.
As before. Once I thought I had him trapped I started my bullshit.
Wrong.
Aaron didn't tolerate it one bit. Not in the least. He had no patience for it.
He let me knew right now how things where gonna be. It was gonna be his way or no way.
Well, I thought I could bull my way around. That didn't work either.
I come home one day and Aaron was sitting on the front porch with my shit setting next to him.
"What the fuck is this shit!" I asked with a smirk.
"Well, Amy. I'm not Dave. I won't put up with your shit." Aaron said flatly.
I tried to turn things around on him like I always do. But, that was a no go there. He cut me off and stopped me short.
I knew I had met my match.
Aaron explained the rules to me and I had a choice. Straighten the fuck up ot move the fuck on. But, he wasn't gonna put up with my bull shit.
Me being me thought I could manipulate this situation in my favor too. Answered his challenge.
In my mind I thought maybe I'd go back to my exhusband. I figured I could give him some pussy and move back in. Wrong there.
My exhusband had moved on and told me not to ever contact him again.
I learned he had a new woman. They where two peas in a pod. Inseparable.
Sense that didn't work out.
I also figured Aaron would be calling in a couple days. Wrong again. A weeks went by with nothing. Two weeks nothing. The third week I sent him a text.
Partly I missed him and partly I was horny.
It took two days for him to answer. By that time I was starting to get worried.
But, he wouldn't just let me back in. I was gonna have to prove myself.
I'll be honest. I had to do some soul searching and make some decisions.
That is how I ended up on our kitchen island getting fuckked like a who're.
Life is more fun when you enjoy it with people. Rather then enjoying trying to make everyone around you miserable.
Aaron can't get enough of me and to be truthful I can't get enough of him.
That's why I have a hole closet full of bikinis and naughty wear. Theres a draw beside the bed with lube and batteries and a blacket in the car for just in case.
Ever know and then I get to thinking back about my husband and how I fucked that up. He was a good man, who loved me with all his heart. He gave me everything I asked for or wanted.
There was no reason for me to do what did to him.
All the mean, hatefulness, fucking his friends. It was all wrong.
But, I have Aaron now. I willing not make the same mistakes with him.
"
"Fuck that pussy is wet." Aaron growled with a grin looking at me.
"Keep fucking me with that big prick. Fill me with your cum." I smiled pushing back at Aaron's thrusts.
I wasn't also a naughty slut. I use to be very conservative. Missionary and doggy was it. Sure I'd give a blow job if I had to. But, it wasn't a priority of things I did and sex only happened in the bedroom and that was it.
Never would I ever enticed getting screwed on the kitchen island in broad daylight.
But, that was the old me.
The new me is a different person.
The new me will slide under the kitchen table and blow Aaron while he eats dinner and get fucked on the kitchen island.
The new me will also impale her sell on Aaron's cock while he watches t.v. get her asshole reamed out.
That's not the only thing I'll do.
I swallow.
Sometimes I'll suck Aaron's dick just to taste his nut juice.
I also enjoy putting my 5'9" 130 pound 36DD-26-38 athletic body on display for Aaron.
Short shorts and bikini tops are a regular attire now.
Unlike the old me. Jean's and T shirts.
It turns me on knowing I'm turning Aaron on.
I also never turn him down. He wants sex. He gets sex and if I think he needs it. He gets fucked.
As you gathered and I said. I was also a horny slut.
Quiet the opposite. I used sex to get what I wanted and to manipulate ever situation.
I was a fucking bitch about it. I'd hold out on my exhusband. Then get him all hot and bothered then bitch and lay limp while he did his best to fuck me.
I thought it was funny.
I would constantly raise hell and be obnoxious. Everything was a costrastaphie. I made myself a pain in the ass.
I let my ex know he was second to everything in my life.
I even got fat. I let myself go, just to see how far I could push it before he would say something.
Well, I was 250 punds when just quit trying.
I still believe he would he continued to have sex with me if I would have just stopped being a bitch. But, I couldn't. I enjoyed it.
I will say after awhile his pain and misery turned on me.
He quit talking to me. He would have nothing to do with me. No nothing. Not a hug. Nothing.
That didn't set well with me and I really started being a bitch thinking that would get something out of him.
He made one more shot at trying with me. In my arrogance I thought I had won and turned into a super bitch and would openly laugh in his face and make fun of him.
My mistake. He left for work one day and that was it. We where done. It was over with.
To this day I don't think he wanted to divorce me.
But, he couldn't take my bullshit any longer.
So I went on a diet and started working out and eating right.
In no time I went 250 pounds to 175 pounds in less then six weeks. When I reached 200 pounds I banged this guy I had fucked sense my divorce at the gym one night. I had gotten in the habit of going late in the evening. Mainly because there was few to if anyone in there.
This guy named Mark had started showing up about the same time as me.
He was ok looking guy and was always complimenting on how well I was doing and how good I was looking.
We where stretching out before our workout and Mark was leaning over in front of me. I could see right up his shorts.
There it was. His cock pointing right back me.
I didn't say anything to him. I just enjoyed the show.
All through our work out I kept thinking of Mark's prick.
I started flirting him during our work out and when it was over he followed me to the dressing room area as normally did he went to his side and I went to mine.
But, instead of getting dressed. I dropped my clothes in my bag and strutted over to his side naked.
After that for the next month we would workout for an hour then fuck for an hour or two.
It was fun while it lasted. But, the job he was on ended and he left.
I fucked several other guys from the gym after that and my first woman picked me up from the gym.
We where both bored and horny. So after a good work out one evening, we went back to her placed and fucked all night.
As I lost more and more weight. I fucked more and more guys.
I went through alot of guys after my divorce. I mean alot. I gave pussy to every guy that took me out. I even fucked several women.
Most though would only hang around as long as I was putting out and none really treated me all that great.
Sure they would buy me dinner or clothes or what ever.
But, if I didn't give up the pussy. They didn't hang around long.
A few times I got myself into a situation I shouldn't have.
Like one night ingot to drinking and flirting heavily with a guy I had fucked in the past a couple times. Well, he had his buddy with him.
I ended up getting fucked by them both most of the night. They did things to me I had never dreamed of doing.
Then told there friends about in detail of what a slut I was.
I even ruined a couple friendships too.
Me being who I was fucked a friend of mine husband and not just once either. I did it for no other reason then I could. I didn't even really like the guy. I just wasn't happy she had him and was happy.
I was three years being a slut when met Aaron.
He was different the other guys. Sure, I always liked younger men. They where my main prey. Less then twenty five and the closer to eighteen they where the better I liked them.
Aaron fit the bill. Twenty-four and sexy. Tall, lean great smile. I wanted to fuck him the first time I met him.
I took a bit before I got him in bed though.
Not that I wasn't trying. It just wasn't happening. Something always got in the way.
But, once it happened I fucked him in every way I could.
I wanted to give him the best pussy he ever had.
I guess I did. Because he came back a couple days later. After that things started to heat up between us.
As before. Once I thought I had him trapped I started my bullshit.
Wrong.
Aaron didn't tolerate it one bit. Not in the least. He had no patience for it.
He let me knew right now how things where gonna be. It was gonna be his way or no way.
Well, I thought I could bull my way around. That didn't work either.
I come home one day and Aaron was sitting on the front porch with my shit setting next to him.
"What the fuck is this shit!" I asked with a smirk.
"Well, Amy. I'm not Dave. I won't put up with your shit." Aaron said flatly.
I tried to turn things around on him like I always do. But, that was a no go there. He cut me off and stopped me short.
I knew I had met my match.
Aaron explained the rules to me and I had a choice. Straighten the fuck up ot move the fuck on. But, he wasn't gonna put up with my bull shit.
Me being me thought I could manipulate this situation in my favor too. Answered his challenge.
In my mind I thought maybe I'd go back to my exhusband. I figured I could give him some pussy and move back in. Wrong there.
My exhusband had moved on and told me not to ever contact him again.
I learned he had a new woman. They where two peas in a pod. Inseparable.
Sense that didn't work out.
I also figured Aaron would be calling in a couple days. Wrong again. A weeks went by with nothing. Two weeks nothing. The third week I sent him a text.
Partly I missed him and partly I was horny.
It took two days for him to answer. By that time I was starting to get worried.
But, he wouldn't just let me back in. I was gonna have to prove myself.
I'll be honest. I had to do some soul searching and make some decisions.
That is how I ended up on our kitchen island getting fuckked like a who're.
Life is more fun when you enjoy it with people. Rather then enjoying trying to make everyone around you miserable.
Aaron can't get enough of me and to be truthful I can't get enough of him.
That's why I have a hole closet full of bikinis and naughty wear. Theres a draw beside the bed with lube and batteries and a blacket in the car for just in case.
Ever know and then I get to thinking back about my husband and how I fucked that up. He was a good man, who loved me with all his heart. He gave me everything I asked for or wanted.
There was no reason for me to do what did to him.
All the mean, hatefulness, fucking his friends. It was all wrong.
But, I have Aaron now. I willing not make the same mistakes with him.
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