Bad Beth and Beyond

“It’s complicated.” People might say that when they don’t want to explain their actions or acknowledge their motives. But sometimes it really is just complicated.

Am I a good person? Well, ‘person’ contains multitudes: woman, mother, wife, student… Overall, I don’t think I’m a bad person. I’m a good citizen, a good neighbor, a good friend. A good fuck.

But I am not a good wife. So, complicated.

My name is Beth, short for Bethany. At five-seven I’m tallish for my weight. You could be excused for thinking skinny until you see me naked, and if you’re a guy on the make your chances of that are excellent. I can’t say I’ve tallied them all, but my ‘number’ is into double digits, maybe triple one day. Sometimes I count by twos. I love sex, especially with men, and variety is my spice.

I’m 28 years old and just hitting my stride. I’m striking, not beautiful, with a slight natural curl to my dark coppery hair. My complexion, I’m told, is classic Hibernian dairy maid — pale is putting it mildly. My gold-green eyes hold a mixture of mystery and mischief, and need almost no makeup. I dress well even on my wildest days and nights. Many men love the contrast of a classy woman who fucks with abandon. And with a band on.

Not an excuse, but Don, my husband of seven years (no kids), is a very busy attorney. If it isn’t court or the office or traveling to conferences, it’s clients at golf or his Club. Lawyer jokes, don’t get me started.

Don gets as much of me as he can handle. I will never say no and I’m as enthusiastic and generous with him as with anyone. But quick Sunday humps just don’t cut it. So I find my cocks where I can and put them where I want. I’ve fucked vicars and thieves and jockeys and cops, in cars, closets, penthouses and one-night cheap hotels. I am a bad wife.

Does Don know? No, and if luck and planning hold, he never will. If that changes, I’ll be sure to write about it. From exile. Meanwhile, here are some selected scenes from my sex life so far.

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High School Confidential

“Jeez, Beth, could you be any more Irish? I guess if I was as white as you I’d stay in the shade too.” My friend Amy, ragging on me as usual. Damn her honey-colored skin. She could tan under a streetlight. Me, I never tan. I go right from porcelain to freckled lobster, not a good look. SPF 1000 lotion wouldn’t help.

This was about a dozen years ago, in the languid summer before senior year. I was still a virgin. Well, a cock virgin. I’d lost my cherry on a friend’s vibe at a sleepover. I knew how to get my orgasms, and I’d given a few hand jobs and backseat blowjobs. Except for the not-yet-fucking part, I guess I was a typical late-teen girl.

But I was a girl with a laptop, and sex was everywhere on the internet. It’s just… learning about sex from internet porn is like learning to drive by playing GTA. It rhymes with reality, but you learn the wrong lessons. Some of those lessons involve race, size, and butt sex. Almost none of what you see in online porn is reasonably true. For one, there are no smells on the web.

Our crowd didn’t date much, mostly just hung out. Amy’s parents were away for a month. They trusted her to tend the pool and the pets and generally be responsible. She mostly was, except for the running pool party with a rotating cast of dozens. Including me, on a mission to get laid. Amy was way ahead of me there — I didn’t know the half of what she was into.

“No kidding, Ames, ten minutes and I’m peeling all summer.” I took the joint she offered and topped up my buzz. “I have to pee. Too much cerveza.”

“I don’t even know why you wear that tiny bikini, you should go full Arab lady. Though we’d miss the view. Especially Brian, he’s been staring all day.” That would be Brian Oakes, top jock, and the ogling was mutual. I just hid it better. Brian was one of the boys we’d jacked off in the back of the gym last fall. Well, they had won the big game. So I knew enough about his dick to consider him for my first real sex. Word was he knew his way around a girl’s body.

“Fuck it, I have to hit the john. I guess I’ll survive ten sunny steps.” Amy had tried to keep the house off limits but people did have to piss, and who wants to play policeman? Within a day the party had oozed its way into the kitchen and oops, pretty soon you’d find a bedroom door closed for half an hour or so. I said we didn’t date. Nothing about hooking up.

I squeezed through a wall of flesh toward the bathroom. So what if I brushed a bulge or two on the way? They felt me up too, fair is fair, and it got me even hornier.

I took care of business, washing front and back, fluffing the bush and checking that no strays escaped the ‘kini line. On the way back that wall of bodies turned solid as Brian blocked the way.

“Hey, you finally came out of the… shade. Hold up, I have something you need.” He placed a joint in my hand, and, wait for it, my hand on his joint. Crude, sure, but it was the invitation I’d been hoping for. We worked our way to a back bedroom, locked the door, and locked lips.

It didn’t take long to get naked with only three strips of cloth between us. I went first, dragging his skimpy suit over the cock I remembered. Not yet firm, like a warm gorgonzola, it was just right for a new girl like me. I’ve never been into size — I mean sure, I enjoy a big one, but they all fit. Then it was off with my suit before I could change my mind.

“Damn, girl, you should never cover these up.” I know he’d seen tits before, but he acted like he’d just discovered ice cream. He cupped and stroked and licked, making me instantly wet. I have sensitive nipples, and having them tweaked by someone else is off-the-chain better than doing it myself.

It took maybe 3 heartbeats for his cock to bonify. It was on. He lightly urged me back onto the bed and, god bless him, started to tongue my furry slit (just a strip these days) and finger me slowly. I came in about a minute. This was the nipples times ten — yes I can please myself, but oh boy is a strange mouth better than a familiar hand. And there was a hard cock waiting. Great warmup. I gave him a lick but he wanted the puss.

“You good with this? Do I need a condom?” Nice of him to ask. I’d been on the pill for a couple of years so no worries there. I bit my lip and gave a quick shake no. I didn’t trust my voice. I scooted up a little and he loomed over me, fishing for my entrance. The random friction against my sensitized clit had me twitching and jerking.

“Whoa, babe, if I can’t find it I can’t fuck it.”

He finally hit the mark and started in. I could feel every ridge as he pushed aside my slippery walls. I should have been nervous but all I felt was hot. I was getting laid at last. I said the words I’d been rehearsing for years: “Fuck me! Oh god fuck me!”

I couldn’t have wished for a better first time. He used restraint, pumping slowly to start, then up by notches, just fast and smooth enough to build me up to my first climax on a dick. And again, and again until he couldn’t help but let loose too. I clamped him in place as he jetted twice, then pulled out to spit the rest onto my fiery bush. I remember thinking cornily that I was now a woman.

“That was amazing. Thank you,” one of us said. I believe Brian was surprised that it was so good for us both. I felt very close to him, warmed by intimacy and ready to snuggle. Surely he felt the same.

The other of us said, “So hey, great fuck. Your first, really? Oh, man I gotta piss. B-R-B for round 2.” Ah, romance. He tugged on his trunks, unlatched the door, and slipped out.

While we’d been at it we’d heard the doorknob rattle a few times as other couples sought some privacy. Brian said he’d be right back so I thought nothing of it when the door opened. I was a little fuck-fuzzy, drifting with eyes closed, splayed open to expose my spunk-spattered pubes. And I didn’t stir when I felt a weight shift onto the bed. But then another weight eased onto the other side of the mattress.

And so my day of firsts was not over.

“Wow, that’s quite a picture, Beth. Your bush looks like whipped cream on strawberries.” I jerked up and my eyes flew open to find Amy leaning close to my vee. “Welcome to the club, honey. Took you long enough. I’ve been ready for you forever. So, I’ma get this treat before it goes crusty.”

Before I could object she started to lick Brian’s semen off my hairy puss, then delved deeper to find the rest. This was a side of Amy I’d never seen. I knew she was, I guess ‘adventurous’, but not like this.

It was too strange to feel good. At first. These days I know plenty of guys who give great head, and I’d just had Brian show his skills, but it was a revelation to find how well a woman knows another woman’s stuff. She had me moaning in seconds, on the edge of coming in minutes. Another line crossed, but not for the last time.

Of course you remember the other weight on the bed. Surprise, it wasn’t Brian, it was Amy’s current boy toy Chaz. He briefly licked and sucked my nipples, which I could have used more of, then raised up, stripping off his trunks to show a nice stiff cock. He reached out to stroke Amy’s back, unhooking her top as he went, then slid her bottoms down and off.

He positioned himself behind her and said simply, “Spread a little, bae.” She did. He nuzzled and nibbled at her shaved crotch until she was squirming as she ate me, then eased his cock into her juiced-up cunt.

His thrusts into her defined her licks into me. We were an extended sex engine powered by a hot and horny guy I barely knew. It all happened so quickly I’d had no time to decide anything, no thought for Brian. Until, inevitably, the door opened again and I heard an explosive “What the fuck! Dude, what the fuck!”

It must have been quite a shock. He’d left a well-fucked and dreamy recent ex-virgin lying on the bed, and returned to a mini-orgy. He had one more “What the fuck!” in him before he mentally sorted things out and switched to “Holy shit!” He cupped one of Amy’s dangling tits and got a muff-muffled groan of encouragement. He slipped off his trunks again and was fully hard by the time he’d made his way onto the big king bed next to Chaz.