Just because I laugh at my husband of fifteen years, who is in a hospital bed, dying of kidney failure, does not make me a bad person. I just want what I want, and if his dying gets me there, then so be it.
I want his money all to myself, and as soon as he dies, those two anchors, my sons, are going to a military school, so I don’t have to deal with them.
I can’t wait till he dies. This is the funniest part. He wanted one of our sons, and they wanted to as well, to see if they could help by donating a kidney.
Every time I think of this, I crack up. They are not his kids. So, of course, they are not a match.
I have fucked so many guys behind his back that at one time, I was not sure whose kids they were. Since then, I found out through DNA tests.
One is from one of his best friends. If he only knew. The other one is from his brother, whom he won’t speak to anymore because he found out I fucked him.
I told Brent, my husband, it was a one-time thing and I was drunk, and he forgave me. What an idiot. He never forgave his brother and said a million times he won’t.
I think back to how to this all happened.
My first boyfriend was when I was sixteen. He was a dream. He brought me flowers and candy, took me to nice restaurants, basically treated me like a queen.
Then one night it happened after months of begging me to fuck him, I did.
When he slid his cock into me for the very first time, it was a bit painful, but by the third time, I wanted his cock in me all day.
I loved being fucked. I loved the tingles, the orgasms, and being wanted.
He could not fuck me enough, so I began to wander.
I first fucked his best friend and kept that a secret. Then I fucked my best friend’s older brother and was fucking him all the same time I was fucking my boyfriend and his best friend.
I was so stupid, I knew nothing about STD’S and getting pregnant until I saw one guy at the mall.
I thought he was cute, and we went to the bathroom at the mall to fuck, and he asked me, “Are you on the pill or have a rubber?”
I replied, “No, I don’t have a rubber, and I am not on the pill.”
He said, “Then give me a blowjob. No way am I fucking you without protection.”
So, he pulled out his cock, and it didn’t even take thirty seconds before he blew his load down my throat.
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John, my boyfriend, and I were out just goofing around one night when his best friend Joe, the one I was fucking on the side, came by and hung out with us.
Joe put his hand on my leg, and John saw it and said, “Hey, get your hands off her, she is mine.”
Joe said, “I thought we were friends and we shared everything. I think it’s time you shared Cassandra with me. She won’t mind, would you, Cassandra?”
John looked at me and asked, “Would you let Joe fuck you?”
I replied, “Sure, why not, as long as you don’t care.”
John looked over at Joe and said, “Go ahead and fuck her. I will watch.”
Joe stood up and unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and said, “Suck on this, Cassandra and John can grade you on how well you suck my cock.”
I got up, dropped to my knees, and began by licking his balls. John got right next to me to watch.
Next, I looked over at John, and I slowly slid Joe’s cock into my mouth. I could see John’s face turning a little red with anger.
I stood up and took off my clothes and said, “Don’t get mad, John, you said he could fuck me. If you want to, I will suck your cock as Joe fucks me. Your choice. Now get over here, Joe, and stick your cock in my pussy. I want John to see how you fuck me.”
Joe pushed me back into a chair and slammed his cock into my pussy. John watched each stroke go in and out of me, and his face grew redder.
I did not care. Joe’s cock always has felt better than John’s, and that is what is important to me.
I looked at John, and I could see him adjusting his pants and knew he was getting hard watching me get fucked.
I said, “Get your hard-on over here, John, and I will blow you as Joe fucks me.”
John got up, whipped out his cock, and said, “Suck this slut.”
I sucked him as much as I could, but Joe was giving me orgasms, and I would stop sucking him in between my orgasms.
Joe let out a scream and said, “Watch this, John. I am going to fill up your sluty girlfriend with cum.”
I felt his load fill me up and leak out of the side of my pussy. John looked down and saw this, then he shot his load of cum all over my face.
I felt good after they both came, but if there had been more guys there that night, I would have wanted all of them to fuck me.
Soon after that night, John broke up with me, but I still fucked Joe on a regular basis and a few other guys.
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I wonder if Brent knew how many guys I fucked if he would have ever married me.
High school was one thing, but college was a whole different animal.
If I remember correctly, I think it took me two days before I found a guy I liked to fuck me. He was not much of a lover, but he had a huge cock.
I had to have more and more attention, so when I was horny, I would wear a skin-tight top with no bra and a skirt that barely covered my panties if I wore them.
I could never get away with that in high school. They would have sent me home to change clothes.
My second week there, I had a professor who just could not take his eyes off my crotch. I would spread my legs and give him a view of my bald pussy.
That day, as I was getting ready to leave his class, he pulled me aside afterwards and said, “I know you can wear whatever you want to school, but you distract me, so could you at least wear panties?”
I looked at him and told him, “Of course, I will on one condition.”
He said, “Okay, what condition?”
I said, “Take me to your backroom or office or anywhere and fuck my brains out. If you don’t, I will wear even more revealing clothes from now on. So, what do you want to do?”
He stuttered and said, “You don’t give me much of a choice, but you need to understand I am married.”
I said, “I don’t give a shit about your wife, it’s your cock I want.”
He grabbed my hand and said, “As much as I should not be doing this, I have to admit your pussy looks delicious.”
He took me to his lab, had me stand up against a wall, undid his pants, and shoved his cock into me. When I say shoved, I mean really shoved.
I felt so dirty but loved the fact that this horny old married man was fucking the shit out of me.
It must have been a long time since he fucked his wife. I barely got wet before he splashed his cum in me.
He backed away from me and said, “Happy now?”
I told him, “Not really, you did not last long. I think you need to clean up your mess in my pussy and make me have an orgasm. So, get to it.”
He knelt in front of me and began to lick up his cum and finger my pussy. He was not bad at eating a woman. He brought me to one orgasm.
I squirted a little on his face, and he stopped and asked, “Happy now?”
I said, “Yes, sure. You’d better wipe off your face if your wife smells me on you, she won’t be happy.”
He did not listen, and two months later, I had a new professor and found out his wife had filed for divorce. I felt a little bad about but shit, I told him what to do, the dumbshit.
The time I remember most was when I had a boyfriend again. He was a second-string guy on the basketball team. This guy stayed hard all the time, which is what I always wanted and needed.
He fucked me at least every other day, and that was pretty good. It almost met my needs, but alas, it did not meet all my needs.
I would watch his team play, and he did play a little, but there were at least three black guys that I wondered about and the size of their cocks.
We were sitting at a pizza joint eating, and I asked Derek, “You take showers with the team, right? Do some of those guys on your team have bigger cocks than you?”
He spat his pizza out and replied, “I don’t know, I don’t look at their equipment. Plus, the fact that guys don’t get hard in the shower after a game. Why the hell did you ask me that?”
I said, “I just wondered what a huge cock felt like, that’s all.”
His face turned a little red, and he asked, “Do you want to fuck those guys? Is that it, Cassandra? What the hell is wrong with you? I thought we were going together, but now you want to fuck my friends.”
I could tell he was really pissed off, and I said, “I just wondered, is all. Don’t have a fit.”
Three days later, I was in the school’s library, and I saw two of the guys I was talking about with Derek, so I decided to go sit at their table.
I sat down and said, “Not sure you two know me, but I am Derek’s girlfriend, Cassandra. I was wondering if it would be okay if I sat with you two?”
The taller of the two guys, Jamal, said, “Sure, why not. I am Jamal, and this is Isaac it is a pleasure to meet you.”
I replied, “Likewise.”
They talked about basketball for some time, and I was getting bored stiff.
I finally interrupted them and said, “I asked Derek this, and he did not answer me, so I will ask you two. Are your cocks bigger than Derek’s? He said he does not know.”
Their eyes got as big as saucers, and Jamal said, “There is only one way for you to find out.”
As if I did not know, I asked, “How is that?”
Isaac said, “Follow us to our dorm room, and we will show you, and you can be the judge.”
They got up and led me to their room, and as soon as they closed the door, Jamal took off his pants and said, “Suck on this and see how long it gets.”
He was huge. Not only long but thick. Isaac was damn near the same.
I grabbed their cocks and began to stroke them, and said, “Let’s see who has the biggest one.”
Jamal picked me up like a rag doll and threw me into his bed and said, “See how this feels.” Then he shoved his monster into my soaked pussy.
Damn, it felt so good I could not move from the pleasure he was giving me. He stretched my pussy lips out as he fucked me.
Isaac said, “You ever have two cocks at once, Cassandra? I am going to shove mine up your ass.”
Jamal rolled me over so they each could put a cock in me. I thought that Jamal’s cock felt good.
This was over the top, both fucking me. One in my ass, one in my pussy, and they traded off after about five minutes.
I was in fucking heaven. I have never had so many strong orgasms in my life.
This lasted for ten minutes or so before they both pulled out and soaked my face with cum. I never knew guys could cum that much.
They would not give me a towel, and Jamal said, “If you need to wipe it off, use your shirt. I am sure Derek would love to see you right now.”
I left without bothering to wipe most of it off, and on the way back to my room, I ran into Derek. That was the end of our relationship.
I did not care about that. I wanted more sex like I just had.
What I did not know was that Jamal and Isaac had videotaped us all and made copies for the whole team.
I did not care, but it became a hassle with some of the female students, so the following year I went to a new university.
That is where I met Brent. He thought I was as pure as freshly driven snow.
What made me fall for him was not his cock but his money. He was rich as shit.
This was my chance to become rich and never have to work for it.
I bought myself an assortment of toys to try to satisfy my needs in between Brent fucking me when he found the time.
His parents were elderly, and his dad died two years after we married, and his mom passed one year after that.
I got pregnant twice, much to my surprise, and we had two boys.
I was on easy street, and since Brent worked his ass off, it gave me a lot of time to fuck his friends and brother.
Now that Brent is almost dead, I plan on travelling the world and fucking every day with a new partner.
I even want to try some women. I was set up for life when Brent finally dies.
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I went to visit him, and he looked better for whatever reason. I asked the doctor about it, and he told me he was just having a good day. He also told me he would call me when Brent’s time was close.
Three weeks after that, I got a call from the hospital telling me I needed to get there as soon as I could.
I clicked my heels. The day has finally come.
I walked into his room, and he was sitting up, with two other men I did not know.
I asked the doctor, “What is going on here?”
Brent said, “Let me tell you, Cassandra. The man on my left is my lawyer, Ronald, and the man on my right is my private investigator, Jason. The man right behind you who just walked in, I think you know, it’s my brother.”
I asked, “What the fuck is going on, Brent? Why do you need these guys? I thought you were dying.”
Brent said, “If you shut your fucking mouth for a minute, I will tell you. My brother has donated his kidney to me, and I am going to make it. My lawyer is here to serve you with divorce papers. Jason, my private investigator, has enlightened me about your escapades, all the way back to some of your college years, and what you have been doing behind my back for years. Do you remember Jason? He played basketball with your boyfriend, Derek. Right now, some guys are at our house packing up your shit. It will be waiting for you outside our home. Or what used to be your home. Ronald has a check for you for ten thousand dollars, which is all you will ever get, so you better make it last. I should also let you know, do you remember your professor from college? You want to guess who his brother is? The judge who is overseeing our divorce proceeding. You also need to find a job. I heard some whore houses in Nevada are hiring.”
I said, “You can’t do this, you are dying.”
Brent said, “Oh yes, I can, and I am doing it, and I also found out how you enrolled our sons in a military school, and that is not happening either. Ronald has an order of trespass, so after you pick up your shit, and if you ever come back again, you will be thrown in jail. So, get out of our lives, you evil bitch.”
I was so pissed off but what could I do? I also thought about what he said and I was mad, but he did say one thing that I liked and never thought of. I am on my way to Las Vegas to find my next sugar daddy.
