JoAnne had the fresh scrubbed complexion of a teenager.  Her soft brown hair looked equally good in a pageboy, a ponytail or pigtails.  She had the nice tight body of a high school cheerleader and at twenty-two she looked like the All-American girl next door.  She did not resemble in any way, shape, manner, or form what she really was - an absolute slut.  She had been one since she was eighteen when, high on beer following a football game, she had allowed five guys to take her cherry.  Everyone in town knew she was a slut, everyone but me, that is.  I didn't get to find out until after we were married.

I was five years older than JoAnne and I'd already left town and was in college when she started building her reputation so there wasn't any way I could have known unless some one would have told me.  No one ever did and to this day none of my friends can give me a good reason why they didn't. Most just mumble "I thought you knew" and look away.  I joined ROTC while I was in college and when I graduated I was given a commission in the Marines and that required another four years of my life and I was twenty-seven when I finally came home.

 The day I arrived home the Knight's of Columbus were having one of their annual fish fries and I went, more to see who might still be around that I would know, than to eat fish.  There were quite a few people there that I knew, but my attention was captured by the young woman who was working behind the serving table - she was the loveliest thing I believed that I had ever seen.  I walked around and reacquainted myself with people that I have known all my life, but I never took my eyes off of the lovely young girl behind the counter. 

I was talking to a guy I had played high school ball with and he noticed where I was looking:

  "She sure is something, isn't she?" 

I nodded my head and asked him who she was.

 "That's JoAnne Storey" he told me. 

"I sure would like to meet her" I said, "and get to know her." 

He laughed, "Oh you can get to know her all right, in fact she would probably let you get to know her real well."

 I thought that was a funny thing to say and when I turned to him to ask him what he meant he was already moving away to talk to some one else.  I loitered around the fish fry looking for an opportunity to meet Jo Anne, but it never came.

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For the next month everywhere I'd go I'd catch a fleeting glimpse of JoAnne, but no opportunity of meeting her presented itself.  One day I went to the Department of Motor Vehicles to change my license plates and there she was working behind the counter.  My luck finally changed for the better and when my number was called JoAnne is who waited on me.  As she looked over my paperwork I made the comment that I'd almost given up on meeting her.  Her head came up and she gave me a questioning look and I explained to her about just returning home, seeing her at the fish fry and all the other close encounters.  Then I jumped in with both feet:

 "Since I don't want to take the chance of not seeing you again could I interest you in having lunch with me?  Or maybe meeting me after work for a drink or cup of coffee?" 

She looked at me for a moment and then said, "Sure.  Why not!  I get off at five.  Meet me around back at the employee's entrance."

 I was waiting for her when she came out the door and it was the beginning of a three-month courtship that ended when I asked her to marry me.

  "I can't," she said.

 "Why not?" I asked.

 "Because you don't know me - the real me.  And you know nothing about me."

 "I know all I need to know" I said, "You are bright, fun to be with, and I feel empty when I'm not around you." 

She looked at me and shook her head, "Look!  I like you.  I like you a lot and I like spending time with you, but can't we just keep it as friends?"

 I was crushed, but I was also a very determined guy and this was the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I kept after JoAnne and finally after about six months she said, "I'll tell you what.  You ask your brother and your cousin Jack if they think that your marrying me is a good idea and then come back and see if you still want me to say yes."

 "Why do I have to ask them?  That doesn't make any sense to me."

 "Humor me" she said.

And so I went to see Jack.  I told him what was going on and he said, "Why in the world would you want to marry her?"

 I explained how she was my soul mate, how I felt empty when she wasn't around and so on.  Jack just shook his head:

  "Look Hoss, if that is what you really want then I am not going to be the one to try and stop you." 

My brother's response was a little stronger.  "You don't want to marry her.  She will make your life miserable.  You aren't the first to want to marry her and she fucked over the rest of them pretty bad.  Best you stay away from her."

 Neither one would tell me specifically why they were against it and later, after it was too late, they both said that from the way I was carrying on I wouldn't have believed them any way and it would have made for bad feelings between us.  They both had hoped I would find out from some one else before the wedding.  I went back to JoAnne and told her that I'd talked to Bill and Jack and that nothing they had said had caused me to change my mind.  She looked at me in disbelief:

 "You're kidding me!  You still want to marry me even after talking to them?"

 I nodded my head 'yes'.

 "Okay," she said, "Maybe you are just the kind of husband I need."

 The way she said it did not register at the time - only later did I come to understand what she'd said.

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We had been sharing each others bed since our third date so the build -up to the wedding didn't include sexual frustration, but it was still a trying time for me.  Everybody I knew seemed to be against the marriage, but no one would ever give me a hint as to why.  The wedding was a simple ceremony in front of a justice of the peace and the reception was held at my mom and dad's house and at least they welcomed JoAnne to the family.  The reception got a little rowdy, but everyone seemed to be having a good time.  I lost track of JoAnne for a while, but didn't think much of it at the time.  We took off on our four-day honeymoon and we weren't five minutes gone from the reception when she grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy.  It was wetter than I'd ever felt her before:

 "That's all for you baby.  I'm going to sit on your face as soon as we get to the hotel."

 "No lover" I said, "As hot and wet as you are, you are going to get fucked as soon as the hotel room door closes behind us" and that was just what happened.  We made mad, passionate love and then she sat on my face so when I tasted the cum in her twat I'd thought it was mine.

Twice on our honeymoon JoAnne disappeared on me and both times she told me she'd gone shopping.  Both times she asked me to eat her pussy as soon as she got back to the room, and since we had been fucking up a storm since we got there the fact that I always seemed to be tasting salty cum didn't even register on me.  On our last day she left me to go shopping.

 "I want to get you something really special" is the way she put it.  When she got back four hours later she gave me a twenty-four carat gold money clip with my initials on it and the she hoped on the bed and said, "Suck my pussy baby.  It's all hot and wet for you."

  And it was.  God, but was she wet.  Again, the cum I drank I supposed was mine.

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The honeymoon set the tone for our sex life together.  JoAnne seemed to want me to lick her pussy all the time and every time I did I tasted cum. I asked her about it once and she told me that she was so hot for me that she never cleaned herself after I'd fucked her:

 "I want you in me all the time, in one way or another."

  Our sex life was fantastic.  She would wake me up with a blowjob, fuck me half to death and then we'd both go to work.  When we would get home at night she would have me eat her and then we'd make love again.  JoAnne didn't get home till seven on most nights - she said her schedule had changed and now she had to close the office and clear all the paperwork before she could leave.

We seemed to be a very happy couple and life was good.  The sexual fervor never waned and God alone knows how long things might have gone along that way had not my license plates needed to be renewed.  I waited until just before five to go down to the DMV.  I thought I would get my plates, wait for JoAnne to close and then take her out to dinner.  I didn't see JoAnne when I got there and so I asked where she was.  Mrs. Olsen looked at her watch:

 "Oh she's been gone for an hour now.  Ever since her hours were changed she gets out of here at four on the dot."

 I renewed my plates and went home.  JoAnne got home at seven, as usual, and said:

 "I've been thinking of you all day and I'm so hot and wet I need you to lick my pussy right now."

And she headed for the bedroom.  I dutifully followed her in, ate her pussy and then fucked her.

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Now, I might be deeply in love with JoAnne, and I am happy that she wants to fuck me all the time, but I am not totally stupid.  My trip to the DMV had been a wake up call and so the next day at four I was parked just down the street from the DMV when JoAnne came out.  She got into a pickup truck that had been waiting for her and they drove off.  I followed at what I hoped was a discrete distance until they came to a local Motel 6.  Two and half-hours later they came out and drove back to the DMV where JoAnne picked up her car.  I raced home and was waiting when she got home.

  "Bad day at the office?" I asked. 

"It was a bitch.  I couldn't get the money to balance, but thinking of you waiting here for me has got me all hot and bothered.  Eat me baby, and then fuck me.  I need it."

 And I did.  I also followed her on the next three days and it was always someone different who was waiting for her and who took her to the Motel 6 and every night we did the 'eat me, fuck me' ritual.  And then I set her up.

  "Baby, I've got to go out of town for a couple of days and I probably won't be back until late Thursday or early Friday." 

"Well," she said, "You better start fucking me now and give me enough to hold me until you get back.

Monday I left the house and drove across town to a hotel and checked in.  At four I was down the street from the DMV when Jo Anne got off work.  She got in her car and drove home.  This did not surprise me, as I didn't think she would waste money on a hotel or motel if I wasn't going to be home.  I watched as three cars and a pickup truck pulled up at the house and their drivers went into my house.  I waited fifteen minutes and then I went home and let myself in.  I immediately heard the sounds of some one getting fucked and as I walked to the bedroom I knew who that some one was.  When I reached the bedroom door I saw JoAnne on her back, legs spread, heels locked behind a guys legs as her hips bucked up at him.  Her eyes were closed and her head rolled back and forth on the pillow as she cried:

 "Harder, harder, harder damn it.  Fuck me harder."

 The guy was fucking her fast and furious as three other guys watched and stroked their cocks, and he finally buried himself in her and held still as his cum drained into her.  He pulled out and the next man was already climbing on when the guy getting off noticed me.  "What the…" he started to say when I cut him off. 

"Don't mind me," I said, "I've seen what I came to see." 

JoAnne's eyes snapped open and I looked into them before turning to leave.  "Royce!  Don't leave Royce, please don't leave," but I was already going out the door.  I went back to my car and sat there.  I fully expected that I had thrown a wet blanket on the party and I fully expected to see the four guys come out and leave, but I was wrong.  It was almost five hours later before they came out and left.  I waited until the last set of taillights turned the corner and then I went back into the house.   JoAnne was lying on the bed and cum was leaking out of her cunt.  She looked at me and said:

 "What was that all about?"

 "That's a stupid question" I said, "It was about me catching your unfaithful ass in the act."

 She looked at me as if I was from Mars, "Catch me in the act?  You've known all along that I've been fucking anyone I can get my hands on.  You know I'm a cum loving whore who loves cock and can't get enough.  Isn't that why you married me?" 

I looked at her dumbfounded and then it dawned on me that she was serious.  "What are you talking about?"

 She looked stunned; "Oh shit!  You didn't know?  You really didn't know?  Oh God, oh dear God" and she started crying.

 I grabbed her shoulders, "What is going on?  What is it I don't know?" 

And then it all came out.  She hadn't wanted to marry me because she was the town slut and knew she always would be.  She loved cock too much to ever stop.  When I persisted she sent me to my brother Bill and my cousin Jack who had been fucking her for years and who had taken part in all most all of her gangbangs.  When I came back and told her that I had talked to them and I still wanted to marry her she was overjoyed.  She had found the man of her dreams; someone who loved her and who would let her do her own thing as long as she always came home to him.  It had never occurred to her that Bill and Jack would not have told me the pure unvarnished truth about her.

 "I can't believe the two of them could be assholes enough to let you walk into this blind.  God damn them.  They were both fucking me two or three times a week while we were dating.  The bastards, along with three others, fucked me on the night of the reception.  It was their loads that you sucked out of me when we got to the hotel.  All during the honeymoon when I went out shopping it for loads of cum for you.  I thought that's what you wanted.  Oh sweet Jesus, what have I done to you.  I love you so much and now you hate me" and she started crying again.

 I stood there watching her cry and it was enough to break my heart.  I realized that I did love her, but the question was did I love her enough?  Could I really live with what she was and apparently would always be?  She had kept me happy and content, both spiritually and sexually since the day we were married.  Did I deserve her?  Shit!  What the fuck was I supposed to do?  I stood there watching her sob into the pillow and I suddenly knew that I loved this woman enough to put up with whatever I had to in order to keep her and I also suddenly knew how to prove to her that I did.  I undressed, climbed onto the bed and lowered my face into the hot, cum filled swamp that waited for me.