Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 76

Dixie

The worst night of my life was the night I gave myself to a man other than my husband. The best night of my life was when I confessed and my husband forgave me.

I've always been somewhat of a prude. When I was a teen I never kissed a boy until the fifth date, I never allowed a boy to touch my breasts and if a boy put a hand on my leg he got slapped. I had several boyfriends in college, but I made sure that every one of them knew that I was saving myself for marriage. I didn't smoke, I didn't drink and the fastest way to insure that I would never see you again was to swear in my presence.

I went to my marriage bed a virgin and then I underwent a transformation. I was still a prude everywhere else, but I became an absolute sex maniac in my own bedroom. I married a man with some sexual experience (a lot of it apparently) and as he began to teach me everything he knew I became his absolute slut. If Bert wanted me to do something I did it, no questions asked. In the space of three weeks I went from virgin to a woman who would take my husbands cock anywhere he wanted to put it. I loved sucking his cock, I loved it when he fucked me in my ass, went wild when he was in my pussy and I went absolutely nuts when he ate my pussy. When he got home from work more often than not I was naked and waiting for him and that was something that never wore off. Six years into our marriage I still couldn't keep my hands off of him.

I took a lot of ribbing from my girlfriends over the fact that I had waited so much longer than they did to 'give it up' but I still think it was worth it. After six years of marriage I'm getting screwed almost every night and most of them are complaining about only getting laid twice and sometimes three times a week. I can't prove that my saving myself for marriage is responsible for my continued great sex life, but I believe it. Most of my friends lost their virginity by the time they were sixteen while I waited until I was twenty-two. I think they were jaded by the time they got married and it showed in their attitudes and approach to sex. Bert says nothing turns a guy off more than thinking a girl is just going through the motions to get it over with. I think my friends are looking at it as a chore. You know about chores, right? You don't want to do them and so you put them off until you finally have to do them and that's what I think was happening between my friends and their husbands.

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My company Christmas party was held on a Tuesday night during the second week of December. Bert couldn't go with me because of his work schedule and not going was not an option for me. Parties at my company were more political events than social ones and to not attend was detrimental to your career. Besides, the annual bonuses were handed out at that party and I need to know how much mine was so I would know what I had to work with when I went shopping for Bert's Christmas present.

The luck of the draw put me at a table with two couples and Brad and Charlie. Brad and Charlie were both single and Charlie was my section leader. When I sat down Charlie asked me what I was drinking and I told him anything that was non-alcoholic and he got up to get me a drink. When he came back he handed me a glass of orange juice, "I had them put a little juice from the bottle of maraschino cherries in it so it would have a slightly tart taste."

I sipped it and it wasn't bad. We had dinner and Brad and Charlie kept my glass full of juice and they kept putting weird things in it to keep it from tasting like plain old OJ. What I didn't learn until later, much later, was that what they were doing was doctoring the juice to hide the taste of the vodka they were lacing the drink with.

When dinner was over we sat through the speeches given by the CEO, the VP of this and the regional manager of that and anyone else who was deemed important enough to have something to say and then the bonus checks were handed out. I looked at mine and was surprised to see that it was almost three times more than I had thought it would be. Charlie saw the look on my face, "I gave you a pretty good evaluation. You deserved it, but even though you earned it on your own I still think you should thank me by giving me this dance."

The band had started playing and I do love to dance and so I went out onto the floor with him. When I got back Brad had me a fresh drink and then I had to dance with him and then Charlie wanted to dance again. I began to feel a little light-headed; I was hot and felt flushed, but I was having a good time and I thought that it might be the temperature of the room combined with some of the fast dances that were the cause.

More O.J and more dances and then I wasn't clear headed anymore. I heard snatches of conversations that I didn't understand, at least not until later. "...ready yet?" "...just a little mo..." "...room here?" "Got it this morni..." Then I was in an elevator and being held up by two men; Brad and Charlie I thought, but I wasn't really sure. I was picked up and carried down a long hallway and then I was lying on a bed and staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. My head was swimming and voices were drifting in and out, "She is nice and..." "...long time for this" "Call it." "Heads" "You lucky bas..." I felt my legs being pulled apart, but I didn't know what was happening until I felt the hardness pushing into me.

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