Bible Belt Bride Chapter 3

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My friend Kenny did eventually stop by the store, and he and I began dating. It was obvious that we had no other paths in life to go, so we got engaged and married shortly thereafter. Our honeymoon took us to Niagara Falls, but the wedding night was the most shocking thing ever. Kenny’s momma and mine were close friends at church. Both viewed things in the same way.By then, I had developed needs. Spending evenings with Papa had unleashed desires within me. I hoped that I would have these needs met by my new husband after marriage. Kenny and I never had sex before our wedding day. Short of some kissing and holding hands we hadn’t done much at all. I attributed this to his upbringing and the church.On our wedding night, Kenny turned off the lights in our honeymoon cabin. He crawled into bed with me. It was so dark I couldn’t see anything. By then I had developed a strong sexual appetite. I was very visual and I liked the sight of an erect cock. I wanted to run my fingers over it and explore new sensations. Kenny didn’t even touch my breasts, instead, he pulled clumsily at my bottoms and used his fingers to feel for my vagina. He seemed disgusted to find me already wet. I felt him wipe his hand on my leg and then he climbed on top of me. He was stiff already and pushed his cock into me without any feeling whatsoever. He began thrusting quickly and within less than a minute he was done. He rolled off me and onto his side and just lay there with his back to me. I couldn’t believe it. That was it! He started snoring sometime after that.Oh my God, what have I done, was all I could think! We needed to have a talk about this.The next morning we sat facing each other. It turned out that his momma had warped him so badly into thinking that sex was a horrid thing to be ashamed of. His momma’s beliefs had taken root in him. Sex was a nasty, foul, thing people did only to have children. Children! Fuck that! I wanted to spend time satisfying the appetite I had developed. I wanted all-night-long orgies of lust with a husband who would satisfy all my cravings. I wanted someone to fuck my brains out, flip me over and pound my ass until I screamed for mercy.Our honeymoon ended just like it had begun. I hadn’t orgasmed once, and Kenny wasn’t even bothered by this. I guess he felt that only a dirty whore would want sex that way.Both of our mommas were expecting grandchildren as soon as possible and had already said so. I guess they felt this would cement our marriage. Divorce was against God’s commandments, şişli escort so the sooner I became pregnant the better.Fuck that! I had no problem having children down the road, but Kenny and I had some serious issues. So, without telling anyone, I traveled to the opposite side of town and found a doctor who would start me on birth control pills. I paid cash and hid the prescription and the pills. No one would ever know.Well, it wasn’t like Kenny and I fucked a lot anyway. It was all so short and over so quickly that I never had time to get excited. You wouldn’t believe the time I tried to suck him off. He acted like I was a filthy whore for even offering it. The whole thing came to a boil the time I suggested getting a vibrator for me. I figured I could use it when he fucked me. At least I could get some satisfaction then too. The look on his face made me feel like the lowest street hooker there could be.The worst part of this was that he went and told his momma about it. Of course, she told my momma, and the next day, mine called and was screaming about how embarrassed she was over having such a slut for a daughter.Kenny’s job at the truck place kept him busy all week. Since they liked his work, they offered him overtime hauling finished vehicles upstate to customers. He would leave Friday and sometimes not be home till late Sunday evening.Kenny’s job required us to have a computer for emails and a cell phone for his travel. This was the first time I had complete access to the internet and my own cell phone. If Kenny was at work or gone out of town delivering trucks, I was on the internet. This was my first venture out into the real world of sex. The websites were absolutely my only outlet for my sexual longings. I was interested in everything sex. I explored sites with perverted videos that I could only have imagined years before.My interests were all over the spectrum. One of my favorite sites had interracial videos showing a skinny white girl being held in mid-air by three powerfully built black men. Two held her at the waist and supported her legs. A third guy stood behind her, supporting her head and shoulders. The girl’s expression could only be described as being wasted, or maybe she was just cum-drunk. The three men were serving her up to the next man in a long line waiting their turn at her. They were guiding her on and off of another black man’s enormous cock. The cock inside her was as big as an arm. Her lower abdomen bulged as the huge cock could be seen pushing mecidiyeköy escort its way up into her belly. As each man came, a flood of semen could be seen spilling onto the floor underneath her. After one guy finished in her, the cameraman stepped around and showed her cunt oozing as she seemed to be pushing the load back out to make room for more. On the floor beneath her was a puddle of cum. No telling how many men had been at her already. But a line of men extending out of the room was still waiting their turn.I wanted that. I wanted to be her. I wanted to experience that kind of nonstop fucking. I searched websites all the time looking to satisfy my desires. One day I stumbled onto a swingers-type site. Couples were looking for others to “party” with. I knew Kenny would never have anything to do with something like this, but could I? Alone, a single female, I could at least offer an opportunity for couples to experiment. I wasn’t ugly or fat. I was in my early twenties and was considered at least cute by my friends.Cheating on Kenny was something I had never thought would happen. I wanted the marriage to work, but we were so far apart sexually that I could not imagine this going on for very long. Kenny’s idea was to get me to have kids, then I’d be stuck.A couple of the swinger sites actually listed some local couples who were looking for others to meet up with. I really struggled with whether I should or not. I figured I would just sort of see initially if they were for real. A few of the first ones were just a come-on to join a nationwide listing service. I began to receive numerous annoying emails, all just trying to sell me some membership. I was ready to give up when I got a response from a couple that lived in a nearby city. They were about thirty miles away. I chatted back and forth with the wife a few times and she actually seemed normal. Swinging was something she and her husband did to keep things exciting in the bedroom.I finally agreed to take the first step and meet them at a restaurant for dinner. This would be a chance to meet and see if we felt a mutual attraction for each other. I told them my husband would not be in on this, and that seemed to be still okay with both of them.It was a couple of weeks later, and Kenny was out of town when I drove to meet with this couple. Nicky and Shawn were their names. I struggled with using my real name or not. I had been using an online alias, but in the end, I felt it wouldn’t be right starting a new relationship by lying right off about my name. We met at the bar and after introductions and a few drinks, we moved to the restaurant side. Nicky was like meeting an old friend again. She and I gabbed and laughed about similar life experiences. Shawn was a little quiet at first, but over dinner, he finally began to open up.I was upfront about things. My husband would not ever be involved. Privately, I thought Nicky would never have been thrilled with the fucking Kenny would give her anyway. They were both okay with all this, but I guess I was still showing my nervousness. I told them this was my first venture into something like this. Nicky and Shawn were very considerate of me. Both wanted to get together sure, but they wanted me to feel completely at ease and be sure about all this. They were willing to wait and let me think this all over first. They stressed that they wanted to be “friends” first, then sex partners. I really enjoyed the evening and was feeling very optimistic. We parted with each of us giving the other a polite kiss on the cheek.Within the week I decided this was what I wanted to do. I felt more comfortable starting with just Nicky and Shawn. I’d like to see how that went before meeting any others. Kenny’s next trip out of town was scheduled, and I texted Nicky. We agreed to meet at the same restaurant and later go to a motel. The restaurant was right near the airport and many local hotels were scattered around it.We had a wonderful dinner and several drinks. I wasn’t drunk or anything, but the alcohol helped to calm my nervousness. Shawn had made reservations at a place just across the street. The motel was nice, very clean, and modern. The room had a single king-size bed. The reality of what I was about to do struck me when I saw it.Shawn and Nicky were a cute couple. You could easily see how they cared for one another. Shawn always held the doors for her. He always looked to see that she had everything at dinner before starting his, or even just a drink. They were both in their early thirties, and very happily married. Nicky was thin but had nice proportions. I never asked, but I think she might have had a boob job. Shawn was a handsome guy and any of my unmarried girlfriends would have jumped at the opportunity to be with him.I had no clue as to what went on during these encounters. I had showered and applied some small amounts of makeup before I had left the house. I brought a small bag with a change of clothing. I just hadn’t thought to ask what to bring. Nicky and Shawn had a small cooler with some wine in it. I noticed Shawn draw a glass of water at the sink and peel open a small medicine package. I kinda looked at Nicky and she laughed.

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