Curious

I must be crazy. Its the only explanation for my actions. I think and think about what I did and what I am doing and I can't really come up with an answer. Every time I try to figure it out, the only word that comes to mind is curious. But doing what I have done because of curiousity is insane.

Let me start by telling you a bit about myself. I'm a young mother with a beautyful five year old daughter and a loving adorable husband. We've been happily married for six years. He loves me and I love him. I love everything about him. He treats me like a princess. We are connected and romantic and we love and I am in love. The sex is great. He was the only man I had ever been with and the only man I had ever wanted to be with. There was nothing about any man I had ever met that ever for a second made me want anyone but my Bob. There's no rationale reason for me to have ever cheated on him. I wasn't looking for anything. My marriage was perfect and I wanted it to stay exactly like it was.

It all started one Friday night when I couldn't sleep. I guess as a family, we always went to bed early. It was around 10pm and my husband Bob and daughter Kacey were sound asleep. I was laying in bed tossing and turning. I tried watching TV, reading a book. Nothing was letting me settle in and rest. By now it was a bit after midnight. Finally I decided to just go down to the bar a few blocks away and have a drink or two. I was thinking a drink would make me tired.

It was your typical corner bar filled with locals. I sat at the bar and not long after I sat down a guy approached me. He said his name was Jim. He was obviously going to try to pick me up from the start. He began with the classic, can I buy you a drink sexy lady. You'd think he would have seen my wedding ring and realized that he was wasting his time, but he tried anyway. I guess that was the first act of curiousity. I just wanted to know what kind of stupid pickup line stuff this guy was going to say and how long he would keep trying. So I let him sit down and buy me a drink. This guy wasn't attractive, so I assumed he was going to have at least some game or some personality or at least impress me with his vast wealth or something. Again, I can only say I was curious to see why this guy would think anyone would be interested in him. No, his personality was as dull as his looks. Worse, all he did was talk about himself and his boring life as a stereo sales manager. Good lord, what a tool. He bought me a a second drink and by the time I was almost done, the bartender said last call. Jim ordered himself a shot and he downed it.

We walked out of the bar. Not really together. More like he was following close beside me. He asked me if I wanted a ride home. Really, did you think I was going to go home with you on the first night because you purchased two drinks? Then I thought to myself, I had to listen to the boring jerk for the last two hours, he owes me a ride home. I figured I'd just get out of the car when we get there, thank him for the ride and walk away and be done with him. He led me to his car. It wasn't much to look at. Just your basic economy car that was maybe eight years old. It was parked in a rather dark area. He unlocked the doors and I sat down and closed the door. He got in on the drivers side. Wam! He just leaned over and started kissing me on the lips. Holly crap, his hands went right up my shirt and he was already feeling me up over my bra. I wasn't afraid. He wasn't attacking me. This little pecker head just thought I'd be into him. Again I was curious. Just how far did this loser think I would go with him. I didn't kiss him back and push him away a little. He pulled his hands out from under my shirt and I thought maybe he got the hint. Then I heard a zipper go down. It was too dark to see anything but I could hear him pulling his prick out. Oh my god, I can't believe this guy. I didn't say anything but I was just sitting there thinking to myself, I wonder if he really thinks Im going to have sex with him. I felt his hand on my shoulder. He rubbed me a bit, then he rubbed the back of my neck. Then his hand went up the back of my head and he pushed my head down towards his lap. I'll admit I didn't do anything at that point to resist him. I was just in disbelief. The tip of his prick was at my lips. I guess he expected me to joyously start sucking his cock but when I didn't, he pushed down on my head a little harder. Now, he wasn't pushing hard and forcing me. I guess he was just trying to be clear what he wanted me to do in case I wasn't sure. Like his cock against my mouth wasn't clear enough. We sat like that for a few seconds. In those seconds some strange thoughts went through my head. I wondered if it tasked the same as Bob's dick. I had never been with anyone other then Bob. I wondered if they all tasted the same or if they were all different. Then I wondered if it was big. Was it a long cock? Was it thick? Again the only cock I had ever touched was Bob's so I was curious if it would feel different. If it would be a tiny thing in my mouth or if it would be huge. Bob's cock was wonderful and it fit well into my mouth. I wondered if it was big what it would be like filling my mouth. My next thought was that there was one easy way to find out. It was there on my lips. I just had to open them a little and take a little lick and I would know if it tasted the same. I parted my lips and took that little lick. It tasked different. No better or worse, just different. Then I thought I might as well go the rest of the way and put it in my mouth. I'd know if it were big or small. I opened my mouth enough to fit it and put it all the way in. It was a little bigger then Bob's and a bit thicker. I got a better taste with it all in my mouth and it was definitely different. I wondered how it would respond. What it would be like to actually be sucking it. How different would that be? I wasn't thinking I was cheating at the time. It had nothing to do with a relationship with another person and it didn't even have to do with any sexual desires for another person. I must be insane because my only reason was that I was curious. So I did it. I was already all the way down on it. I might as well just go up and down a few times and see. I thought I would stop after maybe five or ten sucks once I had my answer. It wouldn't be cheating because I wasn't going to finish the act. So I started sucking up and down. Honestly, I wasn't counting so I don't know how many sucks it was. I know it was more then ten which is the upper limit where I planned to stop. I was just so busy thinking about in what ways it was different and what ways it was the same, so I lost track and sucked maybe fourty or fifty sucks. I was going to stop, but I could already taste the precum in my mouth. That tasted a lot different then Bob's. Again, not particularly better, just interestingly different. And that taste was making me crazy. Like an alcoholic who can't stop drinking, there was now a thought that was burning in my mind that I just couldn't stop. What will his cum taste like. Will it be as much as Bob or more or less. Will it hit the back of my thoat like Bob's or would it squirt like a fire hydrant or just drip out. I had to know. I just had to find out. You could have offered me a million dollars to stop at that moment and I would have turned you down. There was nothing more important to me then knowing what it was going to be like. I couldn't wait. I couldn't risk that I might stop myself. I started sucking him furiously with only one intent. I wanted him to cum and cum now. I got my wish. It was definitely a lot more then Bob and again it just tasted strangely different. I quickly swallowed it all down and pulled my mouth from his now limp penis.

Jim zipped up and there was a moment of silence. Then Jim asked if I still wanted him to give me a ride home. Oh my god what a tool. A girl just gives you an amazing blowjob and you're going to not even give her a ride home. Of course, I responded. He started the car and I gave him directions to near where I live. It was only a few blocks. When we got there I just said goodnight and got out of the car. As I walked away towards my door he rolled down the window and said to me, I'll be at the bar again next Friday if you want to see me again. Unbelievable! What in that entire night did this guy think would interest any woman in being with him again. He didn't even offer to take me out on a date. I could just come to the bar and if I was lucky, he'd let me blow him and then go home without any reciprocal gratifiction. Not that I was looking for that from him, but if I were looking for a man, didn't he think I would want a man who gave me any kind of pleasure.

I got in the house and made straight for the bathroom. I gargled some mouthwash to get his cum taste out of my mouth and off of my body. I guess that was the first time I even thought that I might have done something wrong. I realized I didn't want Bob to smell another man's cum and realize what I had been doing. I got cleaned up and got into bed. At least my drinking and night out had the desired effect. I was sleeping before my head even hit the pillow.

I woke up maybe an hour later. I felt like I had a hot flash of some kind. I was all sweaty. I don't remember dreaming but I realized my panties were wet. I woke up and I was horny as hell. I reached down and touched myself to see how wet I was. My hole was dripping. I pulled my finger up. I wasn't intending to masterbate but the moister on my clit as the finger passed over it threw me into heat. I just started working it with my finger. I couldn't believe how horny I was. I had an orgasm then another. I was trying to be slow and quiet. I didn't want to wake Bob, but I was more aroused then I had ever been in my life. I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. I pulled out a dildo from my toy collection and fucked myself crazy with it. The entire time, all I could think about was the taste of that man's cum. How much I regretted using the mouthwash. How much I longed to taste it again. I thought about him cumming in my mouth over and over again with each orgasm as I fucked the dildo. Finally I was exhausted. I took a shower, cleaned my toy and went back to bed. Again, I was out cold.

I woke up the next morning. Bob wasn't in the bed with me. The sun was already up. I looked towards the clock in disbelieve. It was almost noon. Normally I got up at 7am every day. I couldn't believe how late I slept. I went down stairs and Bob was there. He made a comment that I must have been really tired. I said I was up most of the night. I had insomnia and just couldn't get to sleep last night. Yea, he chucked. I heard you in the bathroom with your toy at 4am, he said. I knew he was ok with my toys, so that was a relief. There is no way he could know what else I did last night. That was the first time I realized I must be crazy. It dawned on me that I risked losing everything I held dear in my life.

It was a crazy week. I woke up every night and had to visit the bathroom with my toy. All I kept thinking about was the taste of his cum. I needed to taste it again. Friday night rolled around and Bob was asleep as normal. I got up and headed to the bar. I found Jim and we didn't waste any time listening to him jabber about his life. We just went out to the car and got down to it. When he came in my mouth, I savored it. I didn't want to swallow it. I just wanted to keep tasting the taste. He asked me if I wanted him to drop me off. I couldn't answer. He asked again and again. I was so angry. I wanted to keep it in my mouth. I swallowed it down and said yes. When I got home I hit the bathroom with my toy. It was another late night. I longed for more of Jim's cum. A thought came into my head. I'd go back to the bar and suck him off again. I looked at the clock. It was now 3am, well past closing time. Then I thought, maybe Bob's cum would get me off too. I slipped into bed with him and began sucking his dick. He woke up and he was more then happy to give me a load. After he was finished, he kissed me on the forehead and went back to sleep. I went back to the bathroom to finish with my toy. It didn't work. The taste of Bob didn't do anything for me. I gave up and went to bed.

The next week it was the same thing. I dreamed about Jim's cum all week. This time I had a plan. I got Jim out in the parking lot and sucked him off. I brought a plastic bag with me. Instead of swallowing his load, I spit it into the bag without Jim noticing. That night I got home and kept dipping my tongue into the bag as I got myself off. It was amazing, but the cum was gone all too soon. I started doing this every week. I would ration little bits of Jim's cum. Sometimes I could make it last until the middle of the week. It seemed insane to me, but it got me off. One night Jim caught me spitting the cum into a bag. He asked me what the fuck was I doing. \ I lied and said I didn't like to swallow it so I was spitting it out. He didn't believe me. You can just spit it out the car if you wanted to. I confessed my secret. I told him how the taste of his cum got me off and how I was rationing it to myself all week. I said I was one insane crazy bitch. That didn't stop him from our weekly blowjobs. In fact, I started meeting him on Saturday night too.

One particular Friday night, I came home from the bar and was going at it when I got curious again. Instead of rationing his cum to myself all week, this time I wanted to use it all at once. I'd suck it into my mouth, then blow my dildo and get it covered in Jim's cum. Then I would shove it in my cunt. I wanted to know what his cum felt like in my pussy. I'd fuck his cum juice and then after I came I would suck our combined juices from the toy. I wondered what our combined juices would taste like. I wondered if I could get pregnant from his sperm that had been in my mouth twice and then spit onto a dildo. I guess that wasn't as much curiousity as a thrill. Doing something where I knew I could get pregnant by some other guy. It made my pussy go wild. I fucked that toy like crazy. My muscles squeezed every last drip of his seed from that stick.

That led me to my next insanity. I didn't wash my toy all week. I kept fucking myself with it. This Friday, I had to find out what a real load of Jim sperm would feel like in my pussy. I wore a short skirt and no panties to the bar. I wasn't even going to ask Jim if he wanted to fuck. I got him in the car and I was tasting his precum. I just pulled my head up and jumped onto his lap. I grabbed the shaft of his dick and shoved it into my pussy. I fucked him like a mad women until he filled me with his cum. He got a bit weirded out when I pulled his cock out and put a baggy under my cunt and tried to squeeze as much cum out so that I would still have some for the week.

Our sex was getting me off, but thoughts started coming into my mind. I wanted more. It wasn't Jim or the unique taste of Jim that really excited me. It was the sense of something new that I hadn't experenced before that turned me on. Jim was getting to be the same Jim every week. So one Friday, I decided to blow Jim off so to speak. I had been looking for something new. I considered so many options. I could pick a new guy at the bar. Maybe someone that I could leave with in front of Jim. I could try adult friend finder. I wanted something I had never experienced. But I wanted it all. I was addicted to my curiousity. One wouldn't do. I wanted to try anything and everything. I wanted to try cocks of all sizes and shapes and races. I wanted to do so many different things with them. I thought and considered and researched. Finally I had decided what I must do. I planned to slip out after Bob goes to bed and go to the green door. Thats a local swingers club.

I drove to the club. It didn't seem to busy. I didn't really know what to expect, but I paid the fee and went in. I looked around for a while. There were several rooms. Nothing was happening in most of them. I found one room where a couple were fucking. There were maybe a dozen men all standing around watching the couple. Some of them were dressed, others were naked. A few were jerking themselves off. The girl in the couple wasn't interested in the other men. They seemed like they just enjoyed being watched while they did it.

When I entered the room, most of the men's attention shifted to me. I wasn't sure at first, but then my curiosity about all those different cocks got the best of me. It was like getting into a pool when you are afraid it is cold. Just jump right in. I just took my cloths off and dropped down before one man and started sucking his dick. Within seconds I could see the men who were still dressed start stripping. I felt hands on my hips. A man coaxed me to my knees. Within seconds I could feel his prick at my pussy while I continued to suck the first guy off. Next thing I knew he was inside me. He fucked me and the guy I was blowing blew his load in my mouth. No need to savor this as more was readily available. I swallowed it down and started on the next prick. The guy fucking me from behind came inside my pussy and pulled out. I could see a black guy taking his place. It was my first time with someone from another race. His dick was big. Bigger then any dick I had ever seen. It was at my hole which was already dripping cum. Normally, Bob could just slide his cock in me when I was already wet, but this meat was just so big. I mean long and also round. Big in every sense. The tip was in but the shaft was still outside. He was pushing, pushing hard. I could feel my cunt stretching with each shove of his prick. Finally it gave way. The giant stick went up me almost all the way. I felt it hit my cervix. This big cock was completely filling me. I have never felt completely full before. It was amazing. My pussy was going crazy. It was squeezing out orgasm after orgasm on the black mans cock. He began to thrust. Slowly at first. Then faster and faster. I could feel it throb. With eash stroke I could feel him getting closer to orgasm. Finally with one last thrust he put it as deep inside me as it could go. My cunt was being stretched in length as it had already been stretched in width as he reached his orgasm. Hot cum pumped into me. I had the sense that this man was shooting amazing amounts of cum into me. He was just holding it deep inside me. He no longer thrust, I just felt burst after burst cumming into me as his prick pulsed repeatedly. I could feel it grow bigger and then shrink with each spasm as his sperm washed directly into my womb.

When the black man pulled out of me, I felt the cum pour out of me. Dripping off my clit and running down my thighs. A third guy tried to take his place. By this time my knees were starting to feel sore. I went over to a mattress that was on the floor and a man laid down on top of me. It was a blur of man after man fucking me. I picked one man and instead got on top of him. I mounted him and started fucking. Another man pushed me down on top of the man I was fucking so now we were face to face. I could feel that other man behind me. I was curious, was he going to try to put his dick in my pussy at the same time as the first man? I got my answer soon enough. I felt something cold and wet drip onto my asshole. Then I felt a finger sliding up inside me. Then the finger was replaced by the mans prick. I was being fucked by two guys at once. The guy in my cunt came, but he couldn't go anywhere. He just had to lay underneath me feeling me ride up and down on his half limp dick as the guy in my ass kept fucking. I bet he got to feel that guys balls bashing his nuts too with each stroke. Finally that man came too. I had never had anything in my ass before. It felt so strange. I could feel his warm wet cum in my bowels. The man took his cock from my anus and I got off the guy who had already shot his load a while ago. I picked a new man. One with a big dick and got on top of him. I started fucking him. I started farting. Cum was spurting from my asshole. Soon another man shoved his prick up my ass. I looked back and saw a guy who must have been near 70. This old man was fucking my ass. Another guy who must have been in his 50s came up to my face. He just started rubbing his dick on my face and lips. At this point, I didn't care. I just opened my mouth and enjoyed doing three at a time.

It was such a crazy new experience. I stayed there all night. Some of the men did me three or four times. As other men finished they were replaced by new people coming into the club. I did it all. I had I know at one point there was a second women in the club who was messing around with the men. They had me eat her pussy out and suck her tits. I loved it, another new experience.

The last guy finished and I was all alone in the shower. I washed as much of the cum off me as I could. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was bruised in a few places and my cunt lips were swollen. My asshole wouldn't close all the way and mens cum just kept leaking out of my ass and pussy. I went out to the car. It was day light already. I couldn't believe it was the next day. I had been in there for over 12 hours. Surely Bob would have noticed I was gone. I checked my cell phone. Piles of voice messages and texts. He thought maybe I was kidnapped or something. There was no hiding this anymore. I texted Bob and told him I was ok and on my way home. I got home and Bob was waiting. We have to talk I said.

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