I'm going to Hell by jjj aaa bbb

My first marriage was as an 18-year-old girl. I was a Virgin, ready to become a woman. I was thankful to my husband, Joe, for allowing me to remain pure. I knew he had sex with other girls but he did not pressure me. I probably allowed him his freedom so I could remain pure. My older sister had to get married; Mother constantly stayed on me to be a good girl.

On the first night of our honeymoon I was so excited, the only time I had been brought to a climax was riding my Dad’s Hand Sander. Once I discovered the sander, I was about 14 years old. I used it every time I was home alone.

We hurriedly got a room after the wedding and got into bed, me with a sexy negligee, Joe wearing nothing. He climbed on top of me and in a matter of seconds my Virginity was gone, and Joe had gone to sleep. I realized he was exhausted by the stress of a wedding but I felt cheated.

Over the next few months I trained Joe on how to satisfy me. I would only allow him to fuck me if he ate me until I climaxed. He got good, very good at eating me but refused to lick my asshole. I let that slide because he didn’t like to get his Dick sucked. I thought it was a fair trade; his Dick was so big it was hard to get the head in my mouth. When I got the head in my mouth about all I could do was jerk his shaft with my hand while I rolled my head around on the head.

Our sex life was good for about a year, and then I began to want to experiment, maybe remaining a Virgin until marriage wasn’t such a good idea. I had caught a young guy who worked with me, John, staring at my ass. Even when I wasn’t interested in fucking him I was still flattered. Was nice to be married and some young hunk looking at me with lust in his eyes. He was nervous when he talked to me but one day he told me he had no plans for the weekend and nothing to do. I told him I understood because Joe was working night shift this weekend and I dreaded being alone.

After I talked to John I came to my senses and knew I couldn’t do anything with him. I was a married woman and it would be a sin. If I were caught it would ruin me in the eyes of my very conservative friends. If my friends found out Mother would find out, this couldn’t happen. Luckily I was able to avoid John for the rest of our workweek.

I got home from work Friday and realized it was going to be a normal Friday afternoon; we call it Friday afternoon delight. Joe was in the bedroom naked. Standing beside the bed, he put his arms around me and began kissing me. He worked the kisses all over my neck; I bruise easily so they had to be tender kisses or I would have hickies. My neck was so sensitive I barely noticed my clothes being removed. Once naked he gently placed me in the center of the bed.

Joe spread my arms to the edges of the bed and told me not to move them. He worked his kisses down to my breast and gently suckled them like I imagined a baby would when feeding. My breast are not large and I have always complained about them. Joe always told me they were perfect. Big enough that I could provide for our children, but not so big they would lower as I aged. He would descend from my breast to my stomach. Joe knew every sensitive spot there; instead of going to far in certain areas he knew when to slow down.

Then Joe flipped me over on the bed, again placing my hands at the edge of the bed telling me to keep them there. I am a small girl but he is a muscular man. Once on my tummy I somehow always had my ass stuck up as high as I could get it. Then he would start to lick and kiss my ass. I may be small, and have small breast but I have a nice Ass.

Joe licked all over my ass but did not put his tongue into my crack. I could feel when his tongue was close and I bumped back at his face with my butt. He seemed to know the bump was coming and knew to move back. He finished with my ass by taking long licks where my ass and long legs join. I was screaming and begging him to eat my pussy but he refused, he knew I was at his mercy.

From my ass he licked down the back of my legs to the back of my knees. Wonderful feelings making me beg Joe to Fuck me. Joe flipped me over onto my back and began to work his way up the inside of both legs. At the top of my legs he licked the area around my pubic hair being careful not to touch my pussy. I was begging him to please eat me. My pussy felt like it was on fire. He started kissing and licking the inside of my legs next to my Pussy.

I taught Joe about foreplay, I taught Joe to always treat my body with respect, but at this point I lost all control of myself. I worked our bodies around so Joe was on his back with my Pussy in his face. I grabbed Joe by the hair on the top of his head and ground my pussy in his face. I started to erupt into a series of orgasms. Joe did every thing he could to keep his tongue in my pussy while his nose helped work my swollen clit. I rode his face like I used to ride the hand sander. I fell over on the bed, spent.

After several minutes my body stopped having convulsions, and my pussy stopped being so sensitive it couldn’t be touched. Then it was Joe’s turn, and he knew it. He got on me and held my legs up in he air with his arms. His Dick is big, especially the head, and he slowly worked it into my dripping wet little pussy. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming in pain as he pushed it into me. I knew I had to reward him for what he had done for me.

The reward was allowing him to throw my legs up and use that big Dick to fuck me like it was a jackhammer. I screamed and begged for mercy as his dick bottomed out in me and forced my juices out of my body around the base of his Dick. He told me I was his whore and that I would always be his whore. That was when it started, the short strokes trying to get deeper and deeper into my pussy. He started growling like a wild Bear who was aroused and demanding to be satisfied. Joe busted his nuts in me and I felt like a satisfied woman who had taken care of her man.

We were both exhausted but knew if either of us wanted more we would get more. Joe went to sleep with me beside him. I had so much stuff leaking from my pussy I got up. A few hours later I woke him up to go to work. I was dressed and stayed away from him knowing if anything got started now he would miss work that night. He got dressed and off to work he went. I prepared for a good nights sleep.

Chapter 2

I was wronged

Joe had left for work, I was tired and decided to take a shower cleaning myself from our Friday afternoon delight. As I took my clothes off I heard a knock at the door, I put on my housecoat and went to the door, It was late and scared me, what if Joe had a wreck on the way to work? I looked out the peephole of the door and was relieved that it was just John from work. I was so relieved that nothing was wrong I opened the door and invited him in.

He came in and we sat down in the living room. He started talking about how he just happened to be out and decided to stop by and make sure I was OK since Joe was OK. I always try to be polite but I was confused. I told John how much I appreciated him coming by to check on me but I needed to go to bed. I saw him looking up my housecoat at my naked pussy. I decided to let him get his eyes full. He told me it was indeed late but asked if he could see the rest of my house.

Before I could answer John was up and walking into the kitchen. I didn’t sense anything wrong and walked with him while he made small talk. I thought he was walking toward the door to leave but instead walked into Joe and mine’s bedroom. He looked at our bed, the sheets and covers spread all over the room. He sniffed the air that was heavy with my sent.

John told me he had wanted me since the first time he saw me. I told him I was married, that I couldn’t. He grabbed me and began to kiss me. I knew it was wrong and began to pull away. He held me firmly and began to kiss me harder. I knew I was about to be fucked one way or another. I knew that if I resisted and he overpowered me I was free of wrong; the sin was all on him. He pushed me down onto the bed and started forcing my legs apart.

John got on top of me, forcing my knees up and spread my legs further apart. My Pussy was exposed to a man I was not married to. I was being forced to take this fucking. He leaned over and started licking my pussy, he said he knew I wanted him because I was soaking wet. I knew the wet was from Joe and me but didn’t bother telling John.

In no time John was unzipping his pants, I felt the head of his Dick pushing into my Pussy, forcing me open. I squirmed to get away but felt his Dick go deep into me. I was being force fucked by a man I was not married to. It was wrong and made it feel so good. I was bucking and screaming as John kept pushing his Dick in and pulling it out of my soar pussy. John let out a squeal when he came in me. In a little while his Dick fell out of my pussy and the cum started dripping onto the mattress. I put John on the road, and then took a long shower. In my mind I had been raped, I was still a married Lady without Sin.

The next week, when I talked to John at work I told him just what kind of man he was, a rapist who took advantage of married women. John never spoke to me or looked at my ass again. He could have done well with some training.

I had a difficult time dealing with what happened and how it happened. I waited a couple weeks and decided to tell Joe a little bit about being raped. I told him basically what happened but that I had no idea who the guy was that raped me. I could see in Joe’s eyes how hurt he was, he told me I had to report it so the guy could be caught. I refused and he persisted, Joe thought it was for my good that it be reported. I broke down and told him the truth, I had let a guy from work look at my pussy and Fuck me. He became angry.

Joe tore my clothed off, telling me what kind of slut whore I am. For the first time I was afraid of him. Joe threw my naked body across the back of the couch. The couch wasn’t against a wall so my ass was sticking up in the air giving him access to my pussy. Joe said take this and suddenly forced his Dick all the way into my Pussy. I screamed out in pain and told him how sorry I was.