History.....

Coming up on the anniversary of the day my ex-husband left me. It’s been twenty-one years now and I can’t image my life before anymore. It’s crazy, I was a stay at home wife, and mostly a good girl back then. He left me and on day two I decided to not sit around crying anymore, I went out and did a complete makeover. Hair, nails, makeup, clothes, underwear, everything. That night I went out an picked up a guy in a bar. I was always a shy girl and I didn’t have much in the way of confidence back them, but I did it! I snuck him into our house and fucked him in out bed. It was a transcendent moment and I swallowed his load as the ultimate fuck you to my ex.
I wend out again the next night, I was still nervous, but I met another guy. I kept going out night after night and by one week after he left I had met six new guys. I was addicted to the “new”, but I had given my cell number to each of my new men and I guess if you bring home a guy, fuck him like a whore and swallow his cum they want more. So these guys were calling me for more so I soon started picking up a guy earlier in the night and then bringing one of the other guys as well.
I wasn’t working so I had so much free time and generally slept from 4:00 am until noon. I started picking up men during the day too. In parks, the mall, wherever. I had always had a weird cycle and never had more than two or three periods in a year. This now worked in my favor and by the one month mark I had met 33 new men.
When I finally visited a local adult bookstore things really ramped up. I bought a local swingers magazine and it changed my world. I placed an ad in the magazine as well as on many phone personals lines and I started picking men through these. I would leave twenty, thirty, forty messages per day. My confidence was sky high and I was getting more and more explicit with my messages.
It took eighteen months to sell our house and I lived there and took care of all the bills while we waited to finalize our divorce. It was a fairytale time where I was able to explore my sexuality and experiment with men, women and d**gs too. My confidence was so high that I could ask a guy if he was willing to fuck me with another guy. I didn’t care what they thought about me at all and if they were interested I’d set it up. I had my first threesome, foursome and by the time our wedding anniversary came around I had been on the prowl for six months. It was our six-year anniversary so I set up a date with six men and brought them all to my house. I wore my wedding dress and just went wild. I just kept fucking and sucking and swallowing cum.
I celebrate my birthday with seven men, his birthday with eight and the anniversary of the day he left with ten.
I’ve never really thought about being serious with a man since the day he left. Those eighteen months were so exciting. My ex-husband financed my debauchery. I went from a plain Jane to a slut and I bought so much sex lingerie, sexy clothes, shoes, dildos, sex toys, porn, condoms, alcohol and d**gs. I bought a video camera and would tape myself with men. I let men tape and take photos of me in so many any situations.
I often think if I could go back in time would I not get married and then spend those years being a slut, or would it be better to go back to those eighteen months because it would be hard to duplicate the unadulterated extasy it was to be able to live that way and not work.