My New Family
written by:
NoSayQuien

My name is Susan, and I got married when I was eighteen years old. It was all hormones and sex. Fuck, I needed it. I was a senior in high school that year, and I was so antsy! All I could think about was sex, and Tommy Tobias was the one! Tommy played on the basketball team, and he was pretty good. He had transferred in to our school, so he didn't really know anybody, and while there were lots of girls who could have given me some competition, I got to him first. Tommy and I were in the same French class, and he needed help. In fact, I can now say, unequivocally, that Tommy was a distinct dumbo, but that meant nothing to me at the time. I wanted him to fuck me, so I offered to study French with him, before our first big exam, and that was all it took.

Once Tommy succeeded in getting his big dick inside my slippery little cunt (and that happened rather promptly, after we went from studying French, to "French kissing," to getting my mouth on his very hard prick). That was in his bedroom, upstairs, during that very first study session. He was too scared to fuck me that first time, since his mother and father were right downstairs, but it was only two days later that we consummated our desire after one of his basketball practices. I knew how to talk dirty to men even then. As we passed the park, which was not just some flat grass field, but more like a natural amphitheater with lots of trees, and little hidden spaces, I leaned in to him, as some of his teammates honked at us as they drove by. "Thank god we walked," I whispered in his ear. We can fuck in that park." That was plenty enough to seal the deal. It was just a bit cold as I pulled off my panties, and opened up his jeans. The sun was definitely gone, but we forgot the cold right away, and Tommy came so fucking hard that I knew I had him.

He had me, too. We both got crazed together. Morning, noon, and night, all I thought about was fucking Tommy. I dare say he felt the same. After all the home games, the team would go out for pizza, but Tommy always slipped out right away, so he could fuck me in my father's car. Other girls would definitely have put out for Tommy, but I had already hooked him, and once I did, I made sure our sex was so good that Tommy never even thought of anyone else. He was just as avaricious for my cunt as I was hungry for getting his big cock into my mouth and pussy.

I am sure you will have jumped to the conclusion that I got pregnant, and that's why I got married right out of high school, but actually that's not it at all. Just like I said, it was all hormones and sex. I just needed to fuck, and I was really gone on Tommy. We didn't even ask permission. We went to Reno on graduation night; drove all night to get there, though we stopped at a rest area in the mountains to fuck on the way, and when we didn't show up at home on the morning after the all-night Senior Dance, our parents went crazy with worry. But we called them from Reno. Turns out we didn't have our paperwork right, and so we hadn't worked that out very well. But we told our families that we were "married in the sight of God," and that we had been having sex for months, and they actually gave us permission not too long after, and we got married, finally, in California.

I stayed married to Tommy for six years. He couldn't really hack it in college (we both went to the nearest campus of the state university system), and he quit as soon as he got a job working for a plumbing contractor. The money was ok, and I stayed in school and studied, and worked at a bookkeeping job on the weekends, and also some evenings. Unlike Tommy, I actually am smart. Academically I mean, and I was doing fine in school, though my need to work meant that it was taking me much longer than the normal four years to graduate. With my job and Tommy's we were able to pay the rent, lease a nice car, and even take trips.

But.... It's actually not that much fun being married to a dumbo. And.... My sex drive hadn't changed a bit. It didn't take me long till I was fucking the accountant I was working for. He was not dumb! Married, of course, but older, and kind of distinguished looking, and on his way to becoming the President of the Chamber of Commerce. He saw me as a naïve young girl, but I was not really that naïve. Tommy's sex drive had kind of tapered off, but like I told you, mine did not. Preston (the accountant's name) obviously liked what he saw when he first interviewed me for the job. I could tell he was attracted, and I shamelessly played on his incipient lust, making him crazy for me, without actually giving out anything. I knew it would be better if he were totally obsessed with me before we fucked, but to tell the truth, I was pretty crazy for him, right from the start, and it was hard for me to string out the "courtship" phase.

I did it, though. I used to come direct from school on evenings when I was going to be doing some work on the books, and I'd wear scruffy clothes, but like with my jeans open at the waist, two buttons or so. That was kind of the style, but when you couple that with a t-shirt and no bra, and my boss' already excited imagination, I knew I would leave him panting when I went home at 10:00 o'clock. He would offer me a ride, and I refused for a while, but then I said "yes." And then I would touch him on his right thigh as I got out of the car, and say, "thanks, so much, Preston." Then, after I had done that a few times, I left my wallet on the floor of the passenger seat, and then called him at home, and breathlessly told him I needed to get it. Could I come to his house? Or, could he come back to my house? It was only ten minutes... He came. He came in more ways than one. Dumbo Tommy was already asleep, and I fucked Preston in his car, right around the block from my house. After that, we fucked everywhere. All the time. Anytime we could fuck we did it. Fuck, I needed it! I needed it so bad!

Turns out that one of the big turn ons for me what the fact that Preston and I were both married. My husband never gave a thought to the possibility that I was fucking anyone but him. Probably because I had been so totally into Tommy during high school. It never occurred to him that now I might be attracted to something a little more polished than my plumber boy's rough and ready prick! I was getting tired of the greasy fingernails Tommy brought home every night, and I was really attracted to Preston. Doing Preston was always nice, but fucking around on my husband made it even nicer. I loved it when we would fuck at night right up the block from my house, and I'd slide into bed with a load of Preston's cum dripping out of my pussy. That was so fucking hot!

And I loved it when Tommy would pick me up from work, usually on the weekends, since I worked Saturday and Sunday afternoons. Preston would walk me to the back door of the office, since he'd have to lock it behind me, and then I'd head towards our car in the lot, before I suddenly "remembered" that I had forgotten my purse, or a file I needed, or something, and run back, knock on the door, and have Preston open it up, look out, give Tommy a wave, and talk to me, then let me back inside. Once the door was closed behind us, I'd jump into Preston's arms. One time, we actually fucked, right next to that back door onto the parking lot, while my husband waited in the car, listening to the radio. That was such a great hit. I felt my panties pooling with Preston's cum, as Tommy and I drove back home. I just loved getting it from Preston while my husband was almost close enough to see it. But he never did. Sometimes, after Preston and I had fucked in his office, and Tommy picked me up on Saturday evening, Tommy and I would go to a movie, and I'd put my coat on my lap in the movies, and finger myself to another fucking orgasm while Tommy boy just watched the film. Oblivious.

Even better was the high I got when Preston's wife Juliette was somehow involved. The most common case was when she was on the phone, while Preston and I were screwing each other silly during the weekends, on his office couch. She'd call, and he'd put it on speaker, and I'd suck him off while she was babbling on about something. Or, maybe we'd even fuck during one of those calls. Even better, I loved it the most when I came face to face with Juliette. I had to think she knew, unlike my oblivious husband. I could tell that she really disliked me, though we had never even had one bad interaction. She just could sense, I'm sure, that I was fucking Preston. Or might be. So, it was all "nice, nice," but with an undercurrent of malevolent hatred. I'd be hunched over a bunch of paperwork when Juliette came into the office on Saturday or Sunday, and I'd look up, and say, "Hello, how are you?" It would always be in my brightest, sweetest voice, and then I'd ask whether I should go get Preston for her. She let me, once (I think she wanted to inspect my desk), and I went into Preston's office, leaving the door wide open, and pulled out my tits and told him to "suck them, fucker," before pushing him out of the door ahead of me. Fucking Preston! He bit my right tit. Hard, too. It made me get wet. I loved taking that right back into the outer office where Juliette was talking with Preston about how long it was going to take him to get free that afternoon. He told her an hour or two. He'd call. As soon as she left, his prick went right up into my very happy cunt!

Let's see, I think I have the story up to almost the time that I turned 24, which is when I dumped Tommy for my second husband. No, it wasn't Preston! I loved fucking Preston, but the real truth is that I loved fucking, period. I probably made it sound like Preston and I had been fucking practically daily, but that wasn't actually the case. Maybe we got in a fuck session once a week. Maybe twice. That was actually what we did. I definitely had time to get distracted with other opportunities. Plus, of course, I did have to fuck my husband on a regular basis (greasy fingernails and all). But fucking my husband only made me want to look elsewhere. He had been fast on the basketball court in high school, but Tommy couldn't really keep pace with my desires now. Not much in the conversation department, and being a plumber's helper was not my chosen profession. Dirty fingernails (and my hapless husband Tommy) were not a turn on.

I will now reveal who was a turn on: Derrick Houston. Derrick Houston was a definite turn on! He was a client of Preston's accounting firm, so that's where I met him. I think I had Preston's cum running down my leg when Derrick showed up in the office on a Saturday afternoon. Preston had known he was coming, of course, but I definitely didn't. I was surprised. Pleasantly surprised! Derrick was 40+ years old, and palpably rich, and his fingernails were manicured. I am kind of making this fingernail thing into a joke, but what I felt when I saw Derrick for the first time was no joke at all.

When Derrick walked into the office, I was standing by my desk reaching to get a file I needed in the open filing racks right next to where I worked. When I turned to look, I almost collapsed. Derrick was stunningly handsome. His hair was already gray at the temples, and he was very fit. His eyes radiated intelligence, and just to be totally forthcoming, Derrick's eyes also radiated lust. I turned around, and I just knew that Derrick had been scrutinizing my ass, and I could tell that because he immediately looked right at me with a look that said that he would be perfectly happy to run through barbed wire to get at my body. That is what I immediately thought, and I couldn't wait. Even with Preston's cum trickling out of my pussy, I knew I needed Derrick's fucking cock. And I knew I'd get it, too. I could tell.

When we talked later, Derrick admitted that he had been as surprised to see me as I was surprised to see him, and that his attraction was immediate. Derrick had worked with Preston for years, but he hadn't come into the office all that often, and since I was a part-timer, he'd never seen me. Perhaps for obvious reasons, Preston had never mentioned me, either. I am about medium height, five foot eight, and have very dark hair that is halfway down my back. My waist is actually tiny, so the famous hourglass figure is what I've got, with a nice set of very approachable tits that almost always swing free inside a loose top of some kind. I was well aware I looked good, and when I first turned around, and saw Derrick, it was obvious that he thought so.

After I let Preston know on the intercom that Derrick was there to see him, as Derrick breezed past me to go into Preston's office, Derrick laid down one of his business cards on my desk. He never said a word. It was just like a set of orders in the Army. My instructions (no words needed) were to phone Derrick Houston.

I decided to do it right away. In fact, I called the cell phone number on his card within about five minutes after Derrick went into Preston's office. I knew he wouldn't be able to take the call, so I knew I could leave a message. And this is the message I left: "Mr. Houston, my name is Susan. I am calling to follow up on what I think was your suggestion that I give you a call. I'll be leaving the office at about 7:30 this evening, and if you want to fuck me tonight, which is what I hope you want to do, you are going to need to meet me at the Starbucks in the shopping center across Almaden shortly after I get off work. My pussy is already starting to drip. I hope you won't disappoint me."

I added this: "If, by any chance, you have asked Preston about me, you will have found out I am married. I have to be home no later than 9:00 tonight. So this time, it will have to be fast. You get to pick the place, but don't worry about that too much. I'll fuck you anywhere you say. Thanks for giving me your contact information. I'll look forward to talking some more, in person."

The leather back seat of Derrick's Audi was exceptionally soft, and I loved the way it felt as Derrick pounded my ass with his truly substantial fuck stick. We really didn't talk all that much, after he picked me up at Starbucks, but it was a very satisfying first meeting. Satisfying for both of us! I doubt that Derrick had come that hard in a long time, and for my part, that first fuck with Derrick was the best fuck of my life!

After that Saturday, I had two lovers. Plus my plumber boy, of course. Derrick and I were crazed for each other, and he liked it risky. Me, too. I loved to go 69 with Derrick in a remote corner of the A Lot at school, on his soft leather backseat. We'd do it in between classes. The sun beat down. Anyone could have seen us. Fuck, we didn't care! Since Derrick had his own business, he could make time to see me, and just like with Preston, the fact that Derrick would let me suck him off while he talked to his wife on his iPhone made me crazy. Derrick made me shave myself clean for him, and I loved to feel his stubble running over my pussy lips, as he'd rub his face across my pussy before he'd plunge his tongue into me, then pull it out slow, while he sucked my juices. Derrick made me so wet! My slick juices would just cascade out my super stimulated cunt when Derrick ate me out. Meanwhile, I loved to take his full load down my throat. I craved it.

It didn't take long before I got Derrick to dump his wife. And I dumped Tommy. Finally! That is what I feel like saying now. How could I ever have seen anything in that greaseball? Tommy never did get the subtleties of sex. In and out; in and out. When Tommy and I had sex, Tommy came (and that usually didn't take long, either), and that was definitely the end of the encounter. It was like there was a big "THE END" advisory painted on the screen, in one of those old movies. And you know what really got me? After I shaved for Derrick, Tommy never said a thing. Never even asked one fucking question. What the fuck did he think? Too dumb to breathe; that's actually the truth of it. Preston, of course, did notice, and I had to come up with an excuse. I told him I'd been reading erotic stories on the Internet, and wanted to try it out. Meanwhile, Derrick was licking my asshole and twisting my nipples hard, as he taught me how really exquisite fucking sex could be. He'd bring me home, when his wife went on some day trip to visit her family, and he would pour pistachio oil on my skin, and rub it in, building my desire until I just couldn't hold on anymore. With his hands and fingers all coated with this aromatic oil, Derrick would put his big prick into my ass and slowly (so slowly) finger me and fuck my ass simultaneously. Nothing had ever gotten me off so hard before.

You can see why I had to have Derrick all to myself. He and his wife (Beth was her name) had two kids, both away in college, and it was actually easy for him to dump her. His wife focused on the money issue, and since he had abundant bucks, it really wasn't a problem for him. He was just thinking with his prick, and his prick pretty much sent him the message that he needed my young cunt to make things right with his world. I also didn't have too much trouble getting rid of Tommy. I gave him everything we had (such as it was), and told him that we'd grown apart. He went quietly. He had his job, and his family was fine to have him liberated from me, whom they had always pegged as some kind of slut.

Preston was another problem. I had to tell Derrick I'd been fucking him, of course. Derrick was too smart not to have figured that out. But Derrick liked the idea of a sexually liberated woman who just had to be fucked. Who needed it! And he could definitely see, now that I had met him, that I preferred his dick to anything that Preston might be able to produce. But Preston did not go quietly. I quit my job, and told him that we needed to end it, and he threw a tantrum. But I quieted him down by saying that if he wanted me that much, then he'd have to get divorced, and dump his wife. That was too much for him. I picked up the phone and dialed his home number, and he could hear it ring, and then relented. We fucked one more time. That was my last Saturday at the office, and I never told him about Derrick. Of course, he found out about Derrick when the papers carried the story of our marriage, which they did. Preston called me up to recriminate, but I told him that he would lose Derrick's business if he wanted to make a row, and he quieted back down in a second.

So, at the age of 24 (or, I might even have been 25 by then), I was now the official wife of one of the richest men in the city, and I had a brand new family. Derrick was 42, and his twin boys were both at a boarding school, so we could indulge ourselves in the very kinky sex that we both liked. Frankly, I don't know how Derrick ever got connected up with Beth. She was definitely not a woman that made sex a priority. When I think about my marriage to Tommy, though, I have to admit that people's ideas about what they really want, when they get married, aren't always infallible. We think we know what we want, but we're wrong. We actually want something else.

For me, sex was always number one. Not for Tommy. And not for Derrick's wife, Beth. But for Derrick, yes! Once we were married, Derrick and I were very happy. Derrick introduced me to a luxurious lifestyle in which our sex games played a big part. Derrick just loved to push the limits, and of course I already knew about how great that was. We got married in a rather small ceremony, with a few of Derrick's best friends in the wedding party, and six or seven of my high school classmates with whom I'd kept in touch. It was a very short ceremony, in a redwood grove at a country club, with dinner in the club's restaurant after. Our "you may kiss the bride" moment was full on French, with Derrick's big warm hands cupping my ass and pulling me into him. During the dinner, when I went to the restroom, Derrick followed me from the table, and put me into the disabled stall, with it's locking bolt, and fucked me right there, while all the guests were wondering what was taking us so long. When we got back to the table, I don't think it was very hard to figure out what had happened!

Since we weren't cheating, now, we tended to get our kicks from fucking in public, and in letting people know we either had just fucked, or were just going to. It makes people, nervous, you know, at least a lot of times, when two people walk into a party, or dinner, or even a business engagement, with the obvious signs that they have just been fucking all laid out in front, for everyone to see. We did it all the time. At a party at a business associate's house, for instance, we'd be mingling around, talking to people, drinking, eating the hors d'oeuvres, and then Derrick would pull me to him, in front of everybody, and start kissing me, while his hand slipped into my pants, and then my panties, where I was really, really wet. No one could actually "see" him finger my pussy, but you would have to have been blind not to know that's what was happening.

I loved that. I love all of that. I did finish school, and got my B.A. in business, and I worked in one of Derrick's many companies - it was a planning and architectural consortium - but I pretty much lived to fuck. I was always thinking about when we could do it, and Derrick was really energized by having this young fuck slut just panting to get his prick into her very hungry cunt.

You might also not be that surprised to learn, having read my story so far, that as great as it was with Derrick, I did start getting some attractive other offers! I was tempted. You more you fuck, or at least that's my experience, the more you want to. The more you are out front and brazen about how much you like it, the more some men are going to take up the challenge and give you a try. Again, that's my own experience.

I did like to push the limits. Derrick was not the kind of man who wanted to share, or be "cuckolded." But he did like it that I was so obviously sex driven. I was his sex toy, and he was quite delighted to have other men know how good he was getting it.

So, I did get offers. Pete, one of Derrick's business partners and a VP in the firm I worked for, let me know his friendship for Derrick would not hold him back. Any loyalty he felt would evaporate in a minute if he could get into my panties. One late afternoon in summer, when we were having a pool party, followed by a barbeque, Pete was sitting on a chaise lounge, and pulled me down to sit opposite, both our legs on either side of the chaise. People were milling around, including Derrick. Pete took his beach-sized towel and put it between us, and then literally got his fingers into my bikini bottom while he was talking to me. No one seemed to notice. And I let him. Fuck, I not only let him, I sort of invited it. I loved it!

"Hey, Susan," Pete said. "Come here and sit down, I want to ask you something."

"OK, Pete, what's on your mind?" I replied. "Got anything juicy for me?"

"I thought you might have something juicy for me," Pete said, with a kind of leer. "Come on, I want you to tell me about Valentina; you know who I mean, right?"

Well, I did know Valentina, who was a summer intern, and who was definitely stunning, though I doubt she would match my sex drive.

As I sat down, I told Pete, "you are such a dirty old man; you really like them young, I guess?"

That's when Pete leaned forward, making our conversation more private, because while I doubt anyone was listening in the first place, he whispered this part to me: "Come on, Susan, I want to fuck you, not that intern. How about I put my fingers in your pussy?"

I kind of looked surprised. Well, of course I did, because I was surprised, though I had obviously been aware of Pete's attraction to me. "What?" I said. "Right here, Pete? Or are you talking about making a date?"

"I mean right now, Susan," and he pulled my bikini bottom forward with his left hand, right where it covered my pussy, and slipped two fingers from his right hand right into me. It looked, if anyone was looking, like we were having a kind of intense personal conversation, but it wasn't obvious how personal it really was.

"You weren't kidding, were you?" I stammered.

"No," he said. "And you like it, don't you?"

I didn't really reply, because I really did like it. I was totally wet in an instant, and I kind of sighed; "ohhhh."

Pete said, loud enough for anyone paying attention to hear, "I really am serious, Susan." Then, sotto voce, "Let me do it. You know it will be a fucking turn on for me to make you cum in front of everyone."

I let him do it. And it was such a fucking turn on! I could actually feel my clit get hard, and I don't know how well I disguised my orgasm. He got me there in about a minute.

"Nice talking to you, Pete," I said, as I excused myself and walked away, going into the house where I locked myself in my room and shoved a big black dildo up my ass while I used my vibrator to get myself off what must have been five times. I was so fucking crazed by that one.

Usually, it was Derrick who would be doing things like that, but there is no doubt, much as I relished Derrick's sex, that I was susceptible to audacious offers like the one from Pete.

I never did actually fuck Pete, even after that time at the pool party. He may have been really drunk, though he didn't seem to be at the time. He never pushed it at work, and I didn't mention it. It was a one-time thing between us, but I never stopped thinking about it. And thinking about who else might like to ream my pussy. I really liked to be fucked!

My eventual capitulation to infidelity came from a rather surprising source: Derrick's two twin boys.

As I said, they were at boarding school at the time Derrick and I got married, and so while they knew about our marriage, and I met them on a few holidays, I really didn't have much contact with them for the first couple of years. Jeremy and James were their names. I actually didn't get to know them until two years into the marriage.

They were eighteen, and headed to college (to Northeastern and Boston U) when they came home for the summer, before starting up their college careers. Neither of these boys was a late bloomer. They were rugged and hard-bodied and had their Dad's good looks.

When I saw them, I remembered quite well how I was crazed for sex at eighteen, so I sympathized with their situation. Jeremy and James were panting for sex (I could just tell). And here's where the problem began. James found a local girl, and it was obvious to me that he was fucking her constantly. Jeremy had no such luck. He did NOT have an outlet for his sexual urges, and it was clearly driving him crazy. It was almost painful to watch.

One Wednesday in July, shortly after the Fourth of July, as a matter of fact, which is a big holiday in our community, with picnics, fireworks and all that sort of stuff, Jeremy was left at home while his father was out of town, and his brother James went off with his girl friend's family, for a week at Lake Tahoe. Jeremy and I were home alone, and Jeremy was dying for it. I heard him beating off at night, the first night his father was gone, and the next morning, he came to breakfast with a huge hard on, not very well concealed by his jeans cut offs and baggy t-shirt.

How could I have done it? It was like I was back with Tommy.

Fuck. I just needed Jeremy's prick. I had to have it.

"Well good morning, sir; what can I do for you?" That's what I said when Jeremy came into the kitchen. It could have meant breakfast, or a cup of coffee, but in my mind, I was already begging for him to take me. What did he want? I knew what he wanted. I knew what I could do for him, too.

But Jeremy was not yet the master of depravity he would become. He thought I meant breakfast. He asked for pancakes.

How did I actually do it? I can hardly believe what I did, but this is the truth.

"Ok," I said. "Pancakes it is. And you can suck the syrup right out of my cunt."

To say Jeremy looked surprised would be an understatement. Stunned. That was how he looked. He couldn't believe it, of course. But I said it again. "I want your mouth on my cunt, Jeremy. Your Daddy isn't around, so it's just between us, and I know you'd like to suck my cunt. You would, wouldn't you? Who were you thinking about when you were beating off last night? Was it your brother's girlfriend? Or was it me?"

I picked up the maple syrup bottle, and motioned him over to the banquette under the window. "Come on, Jeremy. I am going to teach you how to eat me out. I'll make it really, really sweet. You'll see."

I was wearing cut offs, too, plus a loose top with no bra. I was totally accessible, and so I lay on the banquette, with my legs spread, and my cut offs pulled off, and slowly poured maple syrup in a trickle down my pussy lips. "Lick it, Jeremy," I commanded. And he did.

Jeremy and I had pancakes at 2:00 in the afternoon, and there wasn't any syrup left, either. Up until then, we didn't have time to eat, except that Jeremy did eat me out, magnificently, over and over again, and we sixty-nined ourselves into five massive orgasms for me, and two big cums for Jeremy, which I took down my throat, as he faced fucked me like a champ.

Before it was time for our very late pancake breakfast, Jeremy took my ass, and fucked my cunt, and I put my finger far up his tight ass to make him cum so fucking hard he passed out on me.

But not for long. Jeremy's dick was big and hard, and it stayed with me right through our entire fuck session, which we took from the kitchen, to the front room couch, to my ass taking his big cock right in his Daddy's marital bed.

I know I should have resisted, but maybe that's just my concession to conventional thinking. I cheated with Derrick. Now I am cheating on Derrick. It gets me off. And I love it. Fuck! I need it!!

My new family is something else! It's really working out well.