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“[Author's Note: the basic elements of this story are true. Thanks "Kat" for your inspirational – and stimulating – emails.]”

Her birth certificate said Katherine. She was known as Kate or Katie until she was five when, returning home from kindergarten one afternoon, she announced that henceforth, she was to be called Kat.

In grade school, Kat was the envy of all the other girls in her class simply because every boy had a crush on her. It wasn’t anything she did particularly, it was simple genetics. She was easily the cutest girl in school.

Growing up, Kat was bombarded with all the mixed messages the late 60s and early 70s could throw at a beautiful teenager. Solid, traditional, middle-class, nuclear family, God and country values espoused by her parents, teachers, and church were juxtaposed with flower-power, question-authority, turn-on, tune-in, drop out, free love, hippie counter-culture themes that blasted her in movies, music, TV, and many of her peers.

Kat had always been smaller than other girls her age. Not “vertically challenged” exactly, but definitely someone who looked up at her classmates. As an adult, she was almost 5′2″ but usually wore heels and told everyone she was 5′3″.

Whatever her height, her body was perfectly proportioned to it. She was usually described as beautiful, lovely, pretty, cute, adorable, and, by her grandpa as his “li’l heartbreaker.” Indeed, Kat’s physical beauty was stunning. Her husband described her to clients as a prettier version of Barbara Eden.

Her straight, blonde hair looked lovely worn in any style: parted on the side and hanging at her shoulders; parted in the middle, with bangs and one side tucked behind her ear; bouncing behind her in an perky ponytail; even pulled back from her face in a bun on formal occasions.

Kat inherited those delicious little pinpoint summer freckles that adorned her nose and upper cheeks from her Irish mother. Better than the freckles were her sparkling green eyes that mesmerized males. Every date she’d ever had told her eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen.

Kat was blessed with excellent coordination and agility. Her nimbleness and flexibility made her the perfect cheerleader. Because of her size, she was always the top girl on the pyramid. In both high school and college, male fans invariably selected Kat to ogle as the squad went through their routines.

In high school, Kat loved Friday’s in the fall because it gave her the opportunity to wear her uniform with that short skirt to classes. If her face were her most attractive physical feature, her legs were a close second. She was well aware that the boys noticed her bare legs painted a glimmering gold by the summer sun.

Once, Kat overheard some guys discussing how hot she looked. One noted wistfully, “She’s got ‘peanut butter’ legs, that’s for sure.” A couple of guys chuckled knowingly, but one kid wanted to know what ‘peanut butter’ legs were. So did Kat.

“Creamy smooth and easy to spread…mmmm,” came the boastful reply.

Rather than being pissed off because she was a virgin whose legs, to date at least, had proven impossible to spread, Kat was privately pleased that her body could have that profound an effect on her classmates. When she masturbated, she luxuriated in hot imaginings from parallel universes where her “peanut butter” thighs readily accommodated one cute boy after another.

Kat loved doing high kicks where she could legitimately flash the crowd her hot little cheerleader britches.

In college, it got even better. Kat was tossed high into the air where she spread her legs wide, touching her toes to her outstretched palms exposing her barely covered cunt to a grandstand full of people before falling back down and settling into the strong arms of her squad mates.

Privately, images of frat boys forcefully removing her panties before a game and making her show the crowd her bare pussy so overloaded her libido she was sometimes compelled to leave class to seek relief in a ladies room stall.

Missing her senior year of cheering at college was probably the most disappointing aspect of getting pregnant halfway through her junior year – but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Emerald-eyed, golden-haired, petite, pretty, “good-girl-with-bad-thoughts” Kat possessed a natural shyness that both protected and frustrated her. She kept her reputation in tact at the expense of satisfying her considerable appetite for sex.

Kat discovered she was either cursed or blessed depending on one’s point of view. Easily aroused. she was even more easily satisfied. She had the female equivalent of the premature ejaculator’s hair trigger. Her ability to achieve rapid orgasms was multiplied by the thunderous spasms of extreme multiple climaxes.

Whether her pussy was manipulated by her own hand or that of her partner (or his tongue or cock), her body would be wracked with orgasm after orgasm until she finally had to declare a cease fire from sheer exhaustion. Often, up to an hour after the cessation of sexual activities, small tremors would continue convulsing through her vagina.

Fortunately, Kat possessed the power of will to match the aching needs that haunted her loins. She had higher goals than spending the majority of her adult life on her back or her knees as physically desirable as that often seemed be.

Were it not for dreams of home and family, she might have become a complete slut, little more than a slave to the amazing and addictive sensations of her cunt.

Kat continually fought with then yielded to her clitoris. She became a sort of sexual schizophrenic. She both craved and feared gratification. She learned to deal with this conflict by developing dual personalities. At home, she was a paragon of modesty and morality. Among strangers, she was an outrageous flirt and tease with a sizzling, sluttish sub-nature.

Like all teenagers, curious Kat snooped at home. She found a paperbound copy of Grace Metalious’s Peyton Place and devoured it. She suffered fits of agitated self-abuse as she became the different horny women, young-and-single or older-and-married, hungrily chasing out-of-wedlock carnal contact.

Kat’s high school opposite-sexual experiences were mostly limited to kissing. Along with homecoming princess, Kat was unofficially crowned school make out queen providing long, soft, sensual, wet kisses to frog and prince alike.

She didn’t date seriously until senior year when she went on-and-off steady with the star halfback. By then, Kat was becoming a master cock tease, specializing in extracurricular erections, often sending her dates home with complimentary sets of blue balls.

She took her first baby step toward acknowledging her womanhood among her peers to quiet the taunts of “prude.” Several of her friends had already “gone all the way” before Kat reached “third base” at the senior prom. Even so, it took a half-pint of Seagram’s Seven to get her to jerk her date off.

Months before and two states away Kat had been a completely different woman.

At senior year cheerleader camp, Kat let a scrumptious cheer guy from another squad touch her bare pussy during a torrid game of tongue tennis. When he launched her into orgasmic orbit the following evening by pressing his mouth against her vulva, Kat eagerly returned the favor by stroking her first bare cock.

She found his cock indescribably beautiful and was unable to prevent herself from kissing and licking it all over before eagerly devouring it with her mouth. Her chivalrous young cock’s man gently lifted her head off his raging phallus to avoid cumming in her mouth like a cad.

His eruption fascinated her as she witnessed a veritable gusher of pearly goo shoot in great dollops straight up into the air before splashing in scalding blobs onto her hands. She was immediately and irreversibly in lust with sperm soup.

She played with it, enjoying its slippery feel. Its aroma enflamed her and she brought her fingers to her mouth to taste it. When the cock sap touched her tongue she nearly climaxed on the spot.

Kat quickly scooped up more gooey sustenance and spooned it into her mouth. She licked his cock shiny like a “birthday girl” lapping cake batter from a Kitchen Aid beater. Every night for the remainder of the week, Kat blew her ephemeral friend swallowing every drop.

One night the lovers were discovered by two of his buddies and Kat quickly agreed to suck them off though she nearly laughed out loud at their lame attempt to blackmail her into something she was as eager to do as they were. Some nights she didn’t even wait to be eaten herself plunging ardently into her new love: fellatio.

When the pair exchanged addresses and phone numbers at the end of camp, Kat deliberately gave him fake information. He was merely a delightful diversion, not someone she wanted stopping by to meet her parents.

* * * *

Early in her junior year of college, Kat met the man she decided she would marry. He had graduated two years earlier with a degree in business and was returning to take advanced courses in accounting.

She remember him as a guard on the basketball team for which she cheered. He was so sophisticated and good looking even Kat couldn’t get near him when he was in school.

Kat had a student work assignment in the office of the Dean of the School of Business. She was on duty the day Ray arrived to confer with his advisor. She was impressed with his tall, good looks, his positive attitude and self-assurance.

According to Ray, he was someone on the rise at the Big Six accounting firm he’d joined immediately after graduation.

For his part, Ray had never seen a more gorgeous or sexy woman. When she flirted with him, Mr. Self-Assurance fumbled with his words. He wanted desperately to see her again, but when he exited his conference she was already gone.

He returned two days later and shouted a mental ‘Yes!’ when she accepted his offer of a movie and drinks.

Because Kat had decided right away that Ray was the one, she reverted to extremely demure behavior during their early dates. She maneuvered herself quickly out of his car on their first date to avoid having to accept a kiss.

Despite the fact that she was continuing to party at fraternity houses when she wasn’t with Ray, engaging in heavy make-out and petting sessions, and even the occasional blowjob when she was exceptionally horny or drunk, Kat refused even to kiss Ray until the fourth date.

Her subterfuge worked as Ray believed her to be the type of proper and, at least mostly, chaste woman men in his position wanted for a wife.

Even when, after six weeks of dating, Ray began seeing Kat exclusively (and assumed she was doing the same), she would still sneak out after he dropped her off to quell the arousal ignited by make-out sessions in Ray’s car by 69-ing with one of the football players or frat brothers.

At Thanksgiving, Ray proposed and gave Kat a ring. It was only then that she stopped seeing other guys.

Kat was still technically a virgin when she went all the way with Ray in his apartment the first Saturday in December. While there was no hymen to tear having been pierced years earlier in a hair brushing mishap (somehow the brush handle got jammed into her cunt – multiple times), Ray, nonetheless, claimed Kat’s “cherry” when his cock penetrated the plane of her labia.

While somewhat surprised at her vaginal looseness, Ray readily accepted her handy explanation that a doctor had told her mother that a bike riding mishap had accidentally de-hymenized her when she was 12. The highly excitable beauty came quickly during her first fuck.

At the time she lost her cherry, Kat had not yet sucked Ray off. She had let him lick her pussy several times and had jerked him off once. The hand job was not repeated because she had to bury her face into Ray’s shoulder keep from diving down to engulf his erupting cock in her hot mouth and claim his testicular tribute. When he hobbled off to get her a towel to clean up, Kat secretly licked her fingers. She loved his taste.

Ray thought she was ashamed of herself and didn’t encourage her to repeat her actions. He did continue to aggressively pursue her clit with his tongue. Kat offered a token resistance, just enough to maintain a certain level of purity but not so much that treat was withdrawn.

With an engagement ring on her finger, Kat quickly let Ray “lead” her into fellating him.

“Honey,” Kat asked when Ray was too slow to suggest she suck his cock, “have you had a girl, you know, suck you?”

“A couple of times, sure. Why?”

“Did it feel good?”

“It felt great. What are you getting at?” Ray was completely excited at the way Kat was talking.”

“I was just wondering what it would be like to suck your dick. Would you like that?” Kat thought it cute that Ray had actually answered her.

Kat was generally evasive when Ray asked about her past.

“Honey, you know you were the first,” she told him, truthfully in the strictest sense, but leaving out non-intercourse forms of intimacy.

The reality was that Ray satisfied Kat in a way no other man had and her pleasure with him was immense. She had no need of other men. By January, Kat was pregnant.

They were married in a civil ceremony and took an apartment near the campus. Kat was blissfully happy pursuing her degree and caring for Ray and, soon, their little boy.

Ray maintained a punishing work schedule spending weeks on end at client sites across the country. Most times, Kat was almost too busy to miss him. She learned to sublimate her need for sex to appropriate times and places. Whenever she had the need, Kat would easily provide her own orgasms. When Ray was home, they fucked constantly.

The only serious breach in their relationship occurred in the second year when Ray tearfully confessed to a one night stand while on the road. Kat was upset but not seriously disturbed.

Physical fidelity was not nearly so important to her as it seemed to be to others. Emotionality fidelity was much more important. Did Ray still love her and the baby? Did he want to stay married? Those were the important questions.

Perhaps it was her earlier behavior with other guys when she began seeing Ray that tempered her reaction. She told him she forgave him and explained what was important to her.

“The day you can honestly tell yourself you don’t love me anymore, I want you to come home, pack your things and leave. Short of that, I’m willing to work things out.”

Kat suspected that Ray took her forgiveness as permission and continued bedding bar pick ups when he was away from home but she didn’t ask and he didn’t tell.

The most important event in their lives, after the birth of their son, was when Ray and two of his consulting buddies formed their own partnership. They specialized in local accounts for businesses with annual revenues in the $25-100 million range.

The men had to work very hard but the rewards were worth it. Nice houses in nice neighborhoods, new cars, country club memberships, exotic vacations. Their wives had close relationships with one another. The trio spent much of their time as PTA moms, organizing outings and parties, working on homework and school projects, sports, and raising great kids in great homes.

The years just whizzed by.

* * * *

Kat remembered the first time she met Lisa.

Lisa’s mother was Cuban, a professional dancer and her father a Scandinavian business man. They were divorced when she was three. She was schooled in Stockholm and played in Miami Beach. She spoke fluent Swedish, Spanish, English, French, German, Italian, and Russian.

Lisa inherited a cool head for business and a steamy, hot-blooded sexuality that she combined to become the most successful realtor in Sarasota county. By the time she met Kat and Ray, Lisa was forty-none, on her fourth marriage and had literally fucked her way across South Florida several times over.

Ray had had a big year in his practice and suggested they acquire an investment property. Kat was delighted when he said he was thinking of a condo in Florida. They could rent it part of the year and use it themselves as an escape from the city and the winter for some romantic R&R.

At the time, Kat wasn’t aware that so much of her South Florida “romance” wouldn’t include her husband.

Lisa had been recommended by a friend of a friend. Although she normally restricted herself to properties well above half a million dollars, but she agreed to meet the Chicago couple as a favor, believing she’d pass them along to one of the young agents in her office she was thinking of banging.

When she saw them she became excited by their good looks. Lisa was becoming increasingly infatuated by the prospect of sex with another female, and the prim, proper, yet delicious Kat would make a perfect seduction.

If not, Ray’s obviously roving eye that he couldn’t pry away from her sleek legs or extreme cleavage, made him susceptible to a quick, blowjob-induced, offer sheet signing. Poor man, his wife didn’t look the type to enjoy the pleasures available to oral women.

As she showed the Midwestern pair around the Sarasota area, Kat was incredulous. She’d never met such an outrageous flirt in her life and Kat knew a thing or two about flirting. Ray, on the other hand was delighted.

Lisa was a stunning, frosted blonde with big brown eyes and a broad, bright, infectious smile. Her bright, white teeth were rarely hidden by the fullest lips Kat had ever seen on a Caucasian woman.

When showing Kat and Ray a property, Lisa would hook her arm into Ray’s and let her luscious titties press against him. It was obvious she wore no bra.

Lisa’s skirt was stylishly short in the way that teens who spent their lives in subtropical climates wore them. Had they been in Chicago, Lisa could have been mistaken for an upscale hooker.

Kat was fully prepared to hate the predatory realtor batting her eyes at Ray but she simply couldn’t. Lisa was far too nice, not to mention funny. The women became, if not friends, then something akin to that.

After that first trip, Kat flew to Florida on her own several times before making the property selection. She tried to get Ray to come along but he always had work excuses. Besides, he told her, he would just go along with what she selected anyway.

One afternoon as the pair of hot looking mature wives cruised the strip along the gulf coast, Lisa pointed out a saloon called the Beach Time. There were a couple of motorcycles in the parking lot. Kat was astonished by what Lisa told her.

“That’s where all the married sluts go to get picked up by bad boys.”

“Oh my god,” Kat responded.

Lisa gave her a mischievous wink while thinking what a waste. Would this aging hottie wake up and enjoy herself before it was too late?

Shortly after Kat and Ray purchased their condo, Kat found herself escaping to South Florida more often than she’d believed she would. Ray seemed to be spending more time than ever at work.

Kat was nearly sure he was seeing someone. He sure wasn’t giving it to her, at least not in the quantities she seemed suddenly to require. Her husband still talked a good game but in reality, he left her wanting more.

Alone in Florida, Kat began experiencing those old feelings of sexual liberation she’d known in her youth when family or friends wouldn’t find out what she was up to.

According to her driver’s license Kat was fifty, but she looked like she was thirty, and felt like she was nineteen. Kat was (almost) 5′2″, 118# of pure, sweet, feminine sexual heat.

Without Ray around, Kat found herself barhopping along the coast (although she assiduously avoided the Beach Time). Emboldened by anonymity, she dressed for maximum impact on the young guys she knew hung there. Super-short skirts covered skimpy panties and were topped by thin, spaghetti-strapped tank tops that covered nothing but bare skin.

I was in a very public club, in the middle of a dance floor, fucking two men. I had one in my pussy and one in my ass. I was cumming again, in one continuous orgasm. I felt them shoot off in me and they put me down. I was crying, needing more cock.

That need was quickly fulfilled. A man was on his back on the floor, cock standing up. I straddled him and plunged down on his hard shaft. It filled me nicely. I had another man get behind me and take my ass. A third cock was presented at my face, and in the hazy dream I was in, I devoured it to its base in one long plunge.

The rest of the night was like that. One long gangbang. I fucked over twenty men, most of them three times. I had cocks in my body constantly for hours. The tingle went away after about three hours, but the men kept fucking me until I passed out.

When I woke up I was at home in our bed. Cum had run out of my pussy and ass making a huge puddle on the bed. My holes were still wide open. It took all of that day and part of the next for them to close up. Even then I still felt ‘loose’ for about four or five days.

Greg called me on the day you were due home. He told me that while you were home he wouldn’t require my ’services’ but on your business trips I was to be at his beck and call for the entire time.

My life was now not my own. I was your loving wife. I do love you John. But at the same time I was ‘his’ slut. I had no choice in the matter. He knew what to do and how to do it. He had photos and films. He knew names and addresses of family and friends. He even knew how to ruin your job, so that you wouldn’t be able to work in your profession ever again, if I didn’t play along with his wishes.

That is the way my life has been for the last year. That is why I haven’t wanted you to go on business trips. He even blackmailed your boss to keep you on these trips. Every time you are gone, he has me fucking and sucking. I have been gangbanged and used in more ways than I thought possible. I have had to dress like a whore and do things for him in public.

He has had me suck him in his car in the parking lot of your office building, at quitting time. He actually fucked me on the hood of his car there several times too. Mostly I do films and photo-shoots for him. He has made a lot of money off of my films on the Internet. Pictures he sells in sets.

One of the reasons you haven’t found out from your co-workers is he has had me service them. The females in your building knew that if they said anything to you that they could become just like me. They ignored things happening to me in order to protect themselves.

I don’t know what to do John. I am afraid of the ‘tingle’ and what happens when it comes over me. It constantly hits me now. I have not had anymore ‘drinks’ of Greg’s making since that first few times. I am afraid that this is how my body is going to be from now on.

I don’t know why nobody has called you about the Internet stuff. Maybe they are not sure that it is me in those pictures. I was sure that you would have found out way before now. He has been careful to not let me be ‘used’ just before you come home lately. I think he was afraid of your noticing my ‘looseness’.

What do we do now? Please know that I truly love and respect you, even if I have been a whore. I will accept anything you decide John. I will never stop loving you in any case. I hope that you will be able to forgive me and stay with me, but I understand if you won’t be able to accept your whore-slut wife anymore.

One last thing, I will do anything, anything at all to keep you John. I mean that in the truest way I can possibly convey. You have been and always will be my only love. Others may have had my body, but only you have my soul, my heart, and my love. Only you.

We woke later; or rather I woke later to the feelings of something feathery lightly stroking my cock. When I opened my eyes, I saw Sue, tonguing my cock. My surprise was more from the act, knowing where it had just been, more than from waking up to a blowjob. Sue cleaned my cock thoroughly, and when I orgasmed, she took it all down her throat, for the second time this night. Her eyes were as always, on mine as she finished me off.

We had just had the most incredible sex we had ever had as man and wife. I had done some things that I had wanted to, and discovered some things that had never crossed my mind. Sue crawled up next to me on the couch, and kissed my cheek. As she went to kiss the other cheek, I turned my head and captured her mouth with mine. Her eyes flared open, obviously thinking about where it had just been, and how she had ‘cleaned’ me.

I pulled her head into mine and French kissed her for a long period. I could taste different things, but nothing too unpleasant. Her initial reluctance became wanton and more forceful and soon she was rolling up and on top of me like a tigress after prey.

“You want me some more John? I want more. I want to fuck you until we both pass out cold. I want to suck your cock. I want to drink your cum. I want your cock in my pussy, and my asshole. I want you to use your hand on me too. Anything you want to do at all. I love you, and as long as you love and act lovingly towards me, I am totally and completely yours.”

We spent the next hours exploring in ways we hadn’t since being married. We did some things that I had heard about, some that she had heard or done. Our lovemaking went on until after sunrise the next day. We were both drained by that time. We were also, definitely sure of our love for each other too. Not to confuse love with the sex, because we talked more that night than we had in previous times. I think that Sue felt she could hide nothing from me anymore, and I was emboldened by her honesty to reveal more to her about my feelings.

We still had a hard and rocky road ahead of us, and not knowing everything about Greg was going to be a problem for us. He had some plans and when we were to find out, well it wouldn’t be pretty. For now though we still had each other.

We discussed things over the next few days, and had hot and mind-blowing sex constantly. We decided to sell our house, and I started to look for a different job, away from the city we were in presently. We both felt the need to start fresh somewhere else, soon. As things turned out, we were a little slow in getting out town, and that is when the other problems started.

I have to go now; John has been patiently waiting for me in our bedroom. He has a surprise waiting for me. Something that involves whipping cream and strawberries. H-m-m-m I wonder…

P.S. That ‘tingle’ is delicious now that only my husband gets to enjoy the benefits of it. Oh yeah, the piercings? Well, they healed over, and last week we went down and I had two nipple piercings done over, just for my love. This way there shouldn’t be too many bad memories associated with them.