Some years back, my then husband sat in the living room and listened to four black guys fucking me, one on one, old school train style in our bedroom just down the hall. I was never that loud with him. And suddenly, me crying out loudly, their names, how good they fucked, and the god awful sounds of me wailing like a fucking wild ******* as they made me cum. I later found out he regretted it almost immediately... but it was too late. The beginning to the end of our marriage. And why I'm such a slutty thing these days. How could I not be after that?
