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My Husband Is A Born Again
by Alice Blue Gown (alicebluegown@ameritech.net)

***

This is not so much a story as it is a kind of a letter 
to anyone who cares to read it about the kind of 
relationship a passionate wife, (me) has with a husband 
who is a religious zealot and thinks the kind of things 
I want in bed make me a slut or a whore. I don't know, 
maybe he's right and I should be ashamed. I should also 
be ashamed about having lustful thoughts about my young 
son's friends too I suppose. (MF)

***

My name is Alice and I have never sent a story to this 
kind of a website although I love reading stories here. 
What I want to tell you and write about is really none 
of your business but I thought I might feel better 
about myself if I purged in this manner. I hope this 
story is okay and not too confusing

I will start out by telling you that I don’t have 
orgasms when my husband and I make love. I want to 
because they are so exciting for me but he doesn’t ever 
do the things to my body that would make have one. He 
French kisses me while he is inside me and that makes 
me very hot and I can feel his penis rubbing on my 
clitoris and I start to feel a climax coming on but 
before I can get to an orgasm he ejaculates inside me 
and it is all over for me. 

He gets to cum inside me and have his climax but then 
he rolls over and is asleep in seconds it seems and I 
am wide awake with no orgasm and feeling truly left out 
of what should be a wonderful, erotic, satisfying 
experience for both of us not just him.

Plus he has never put his mouth between my legs and 
licked me there which I know would give me an orgasm 
because once, a long, long time ago when I was in 
school there was a boy. A boy I dated who knew how to 
suck a girl's pussy. My pussy. And unlike some boys he 
knew right where my clitoris was and he would drive me 
really crazy and insane to many orgasms with both his 
fingers and his tongue. 

Although I didn’t like the taste of this boy’s penis I 
let him put it in my mouth because he was so good at 
making me cum with his mouth. Well I didn’t like the 
taste of it at first but later and after a few times I 
did like it and I used to look forward to our dates 
when we would do the 69 position he taught me where he 
would lay on top of me with his face on my pussy and he 
would lick my pussy and my face would be by his crotch 
so I could suck his cock at the same time he was 
licking my pussy. 

And then it went from me gently sucking his penis in 
and out of my mouth while he sucked and licked me on my 
pussy and my clitty, to him going wild and just flat 
out fucking me in my mouth so hard and fast that one 
time he couldn’t stop and ejaculated his sperm into my 
mouth.

I was so surprised because it turned out that liked it. 
I got to look forward to him going crazy like that and 
doing that to me again and again and again because I 
was really liking the feel of a boy’s hard cock in my 
mouth and the taste of a boy's cum. And I liked the 
feeling of a boy going crazy while fucking my mouth so 
fast and deep like he did while he is cumming. I still 
love cum. I love tasting cum today.

I was so naive back then and I thought then that 
probably all men knew how to satisfy a woman. So I 
never thought about it when the man I was to marry and 
I met and started dating.

After we were engaged we would make out a lot and get 
each other really excited and hot with our kissing and 
him rubbing my breasts and me rubbing and feeling his 
cock get hard through his pants but he would stop me 
when I tried to open his fly to take out his cock for 
me to suck it. He would take my hand out of his pants 
and stand up and tell me that I shouldn’t do that. 

He is a very religious man and was way back then and I 
thought that he didn’t want to let me suck his cock and 
didn’t want to fuck me until we were married. So I 
thought that was okay and that I would wait and make it 
special like he wanted.  

That was 30 years ago when I was 18 years old and 
believed that our sex life would be good and exciting 
if I just waited until after we were married.

On our honey moon, after we showered and got ready for 
bed to begin our marital sex life, I stood in front of 
my husband all naked and he started kissing me, I 
reached down and slipped my two hands inside his pajama 
bottoms and put them around his cock and caressed it. 
It got so big. I was never more excited than I was at 
that moment. When I made him so hard that his cock was 
sticking straight out I got down to my knees and put my 
mouth right on him for the first time. 

His cock was so beautiful and my tongue could feel that 
the tip was already getting a little sticky. When I put 
the head of his cock into my mouth and closed my lips 
around it, he jumped back and asked what in heaven I 
was doing that for. I told him I wanted to make him 
feel good before we had intercourse and that I wanted 
to pleasure his penis with my lips and my mouth and 
then he could do the same to me by putting his mouth on 
my vagina and sucking my clitoris like I was going to 
suck his penis.

He called me a whore and told me that we are God’s 
children and not some kind of animals who go around 
licking and sucking each other’s private parts. He 
acted so righteous and shook his finger at me and told 
me that a husband putting his penis inside his wife’s 
vagina was a marital act blessed by God and the Church 
but putting the lips and mouth that a good and devout 
Christian prays with on the genitals of another person 
was a sin! A very big sin in the eyes of the Lord and 
of the Church.

Here I was, on my wedding night, naked and kneeling on 
the floor listening to a sermon by the man I just 
married and that I loved, my own husband, and he was 
calling me a whore. I was so ashamed. I thought he must 
be right. I was a whore! I was a slut! I was so 
embarrassed I ran from the bedroom crying my eyes out 
into the bathroom and closed the door behind me so I 
wouldn’t have to face him. 

I stayed in the bathroom for what seemed like forever 
hoping my new husband would come in and take me in his 
arms and walk me to the bed and take me as he wanted to 
and not as I wanted him to. But he didn’t. I turned the 
bathroom light out and slowly opened the door and 
walked slowly back to the bedroom. My husband was on 
the bed under the covers staring at me with a look of 
utter disgust on his face as I walked toward him. 

I crawled into bed under the covers and cuddled up 
close to him and whispered that I was very sorry that I 
acted like a slut and that it would never happen again. 
Without saying a word, he just stared at me and then 
flung the covers off of me, looked my naked body up and 
down and then ordered me to lay on my back, to pull my 
knees up to my shoulders and to pull my thighs wide 
apart. For the first time of many times I did what my 
husband ordered me to do.

He put his hand between my spread legs, put a finger up 
against my pussy lips and began to slowly finger fuck 
my cunt for a while to get me ready for him while he 
stroked his cock to erection. 

I tried to arouse myself with my finger flicking my 
clitoris but he slapped my hand away and just shook his 
head no. Then he forced three more fingers into my dry 
cunt and finger fucked me roughly that way for a while. 
It hurt me and I groaned for him to not do it with so 
many fingers inside of me and not so hard and not so 
deep but he just fucked me even harder and faster and 
deeper and just stared down at my cunt with a crooked 
smile on his face and whispered as to how this is how a 
slut is treated.

Then he took his now hard cock, put the tip of it at 
the entrance of my pussy, called me a slut whore child 
of Satan and shoved it so fast and so hard inside me 
that I screamed at the top of my lungs. I had never had 
intercourse before plus I was all dry inside because I 
didn’t get a chance to get my pussy lubricated. 

Oral sex was all my boyfriend and I ever did, so this 
experience was horribly, horribly painful. And beside, 
my husbands cock is so long and thick that I have never 
gotten used to him penetrating me the way he does. So 
viciously. So brutally. And he never gives me a chance 
to get wet. He won’t even let me use any kind of oil or 
salve in my pussy because he says he likes fucking a 
slut like me better when I am dry and it hurts me. 

So on my wedding night I continued to scream in pain 
all the while he was fucking me with that massive pile 
driving, long, thick cock of his. He didn’t care that 
it was my first time. He didn’t care that I screamed 
for him to go easy on me. He didn’t care that he was 
hurting me. He just grunted like a pig and between 
grunts he ordered me to shut my mouth and be a good 
wife and do what I am told and that he would whip me if 
I didn’t.    

That was how that pious, “child of God” fucked me on 
our wedding night. And that is how he has continued to 
fuck me ever since.

When he was finally finished satisfying himself with my 
body he rolled off of me and went immediately into a 
deep sleep. He had just had a hysterical, screaming 
orgasm and seconds later was sleeping peacefully. I 
wasn’t. I was in pain with a very sore and abused pussy 
filled with cum. No pleasure for me. No climax for me. 
No orgasm for me. Just a pussy filled with cum. 

I began to sob. I thought of the sweet boy who used to 
let me suck his cock. I thought of the times he had me 
on my knees and climaxed and ejaculated in my mouth and 
then looked down at me to watch me hold his cum inside 
my cheeks and watch me taste it and then watch me open 
my mouth so he could see his warm cum puddled in my 
mouth being swished around by my tongue. 

And then the loud gasp I would hear him make as I 
opened my mouth wider and wider so he could see his 
fresh, warm cum slowly disappearing from view as it 
dribbled and slid down the back of my throat. When most 
of it was down inside me I would swallow the rest of it 
down, lick my lips, and put his pretty cock back in my 
mouth hoping for more. 

Sometimes I was able to suck him to a second massive 
erection and a second hot climax in just minutes. And 
after I did he would lean down and even with his cum on 
my lips and in my mouth he would French kiss me and 
lick his cum into his own mouth and tell me he loved 
me. 

But that night, my wedding night, all I had was a sore 
pussy filled with cum. I went into the bathroom, closed 
the door, spread my legs and put the palm of my hand 
just under my pussy and watched as my new husbands cum 
leaked out and down to my waiting hand. While it was 
still warm, I put it to my face and looked at it and 
inhaled its fabulous aroma. 

Then I put my cum filled hand to my lips, licked it and 
tasted it with my tongue, and then sucked all of it, 
all of my new husbands cum, into my mouth. I held it 
there for a little while and then relaxed my throat and 
let it slide, slide, slide slowly all the way down and 
all the while wondering what my born again husband 
would think of how I disposed of his warm, oh so 
delicious sperm.

Now, 30 years later, as a 48 year old still married 
woman, I sit here at my computer and write of that 
night and think of the countless times I have come here 
late at night to my private little room to transfer his 
cum from my cunt to my mouth as I surf on my wonderful 
computer that has become my secret lover that takes me 
to erotic story sites. To erotic video sites. To erotic 
chat sites to eavesdrop on some dirty and sexy talk.

I remember fondly the boy I knew so long ago and search 
for stories and videos of boys making love to older 
women such as myself. I find those stories and 
masturbate myself to orgasms while pretending that I am 
the older woman in the story and it is me that the 
young boy wants. 

They are my big tits that the young boy covets and 
wants me to expose to him. It is my big, naked ass that 
he wants to see as I bend over for him to feel and 
caress. And it is my hairy pussy that he wants to 
touch. It is my hairy pussy into which he wants to bury 
his cute little boy face.   

At my age my sexual urges and desires and fantasies are 
mired in unfulfilled fantasies of me with young boys. 
Not my husband. Not men my age but boys the age of that 
sweet young lover who knew how to be a lover. Who knew 
how to fondle my young tits and lick my young pussy to 
orgasm. A sweet high school boy who I was in love with 
who I never got to fuck who had to move away with his 
family. A boy I never saw or heard from again.  

I see that boys face in the faces of boys who are 
friends of my two sons who come here to the house to 
play video games, to join us with their parents for 
cookouts and neighborhood parties. I wonder if they 
have some young girl that they are pleasing as I was 
pleased in those days.

I know that boys who have just entered their teen years 
are curious about girls and women and sex. I know they 
masturbate and it gets me aroused when I look at my 
son’s friends and wonder what gets them aroused and 
excited to the point of masturbation. 

On occasion I have seen them checking me out when they 
think I am otherwise occupied. Yes, I know, a 48 year 
old woman isn’t who a young teen boy is thinking about 
taking to the school dance but girls their age aren’t 
as well developed yet as a mature woman is.

I have large breasts, a tiny waist, fairly wide hips 
and a nice, roundish, pear shaped ass. I still look 
pretty good in a pair of tight jeans and can get away 
with a rather short skirt, not mini but short, because 
I have been blessed with shapely long legs. I know this 
may sound like I am bragging but I don’t care. It is 
truly how I look. 

Of course you will never see me dressed provocatively 
if my husband is about but if he is away for a few days 
on business or a church retreat, I let my hair down, 
figuratively and literally. And when I know that my 
son’s young friends will be visiting or doing a sleep 
over, I break out the tight jeans or the short skirt 
and either a sweater that is just a bit too tight or a 
blouse with a couple of top buttons undone or even 
missing.

The sensual teasing I inflict on these boys is such a 
hot experience for me that I have masturbated to some 
incredible orgasms while thinking about them, perhaps 
even masturbating themselves while thinking about me. 
At 5’ 8” I tower over these young boys and my two 
special endowments are at face level when I hug them 
hello and pull their faces to my breasts. They have 
learned to come to me automatically now for their 
special hello hugs when they see me and their goodbye 
hugs when they have to leave. I love pressing their 
faces into my breasts. And it all looks so innocent 
until I feel a wandering little boy hand creeping 
around me and down my ass. 

Then I break it up and kiss them goodbye. Sometimes it 
is just a little peck on the cheek but on occasion if 
my sons are out of the room and it’s just me and only 
one of the boys, they receive more than a peck on the 
cheek. A long soft smooch on their mouth with my mouth 
slightly open and my tongue poking out between my lips 
is more to my liking. They taste so good at that age. 
And the feel of a young teen or pre teen boy’s body 
shuddering as he feels my tongue slip past his lips and 
enter his mouth and wiggles back and forth is so 
beautiful.

END

Well I am not a good story teller like so many of the 
authors that I read here on this beautiful site but for 
some reason I was compelled to contribute my sad story 
of unrequited love. Or should I say, unrequited 
fucking. I hope you liked me telling you my story. I 
don’t think I will write any other stories but it was 
nice to know that you read it all the way to the end. 
Thank you very much. Alice  alicebluegown@ameritech.net

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