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I dated a woman a few years ago, and it didn’t work out. Afterward, she asked if we could keep fucking. I agreed.

She had a very vanilla marriage, but before that, she had a fairly adventurous past, having fucked about 20 different guys in college.

When we switched to FWB, I encouraged her to embrace her sl*tty side and fuck anyone she wanted to. I even got her to fuck a guy from work on a business trip (she was visiting his office). Before she went, I had her tease him with videos of us, and detailed stories of the filthy things she did with me. So, he didn’t just know she was down to fuck. He knew she was down to get used just about any way he wanted to use her.

She kept dating around, looking for a relationship, and we kept fucking, in between those relationships. She shared lots of details, as I continued to encourage her to fuck around.

For our part, we regularly fucked in hotels, in front of open windows, we always included anal, and always ATM, with her encouraging me to feed her a dirtier cock each time, slowly pushing to see how far she would go.

“I want you to push me further,” was her regular request.

The other thing we started doing, was that when she thought she was going to fuck a new guy for the first time, I’d fuck all three holes right before their date, including ATM, and send her on her way with her ass sore and full of cum.

There was even one time she made a guy wait one more date, so I could fuck her before their first time.

Before the fifth guy, we had our usual get together. I fucked her ass with only spit, so she would be extra tender, and so she could taste her ass better during ATM. It was a pretty long fuck, and she told me she could still feel it when she was with the new guy, later.

I asked about the sex, and she just said he was “pretty good.” I had always encouraged her to share all the dirty details, so I knew “pretty good” meant boring and vanilla, and I called her on it. She thought she could teach him to be more adventurous, but months later, said he’s “really not into that kind of stuff,” and that was that.

Until she married him.

I was invited to the wedding, and I went. I hugged and kissed the bride (on the cheek), and shook his hand and congratulated him.

I’ve jerked off to our ATM videos, with a picture of her in her wedding dress in the corner of the screen.