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I met her when I was in my early 30s and she was in her mid to late 20s. She was nothing like the good girls I had dated before. She had an amazing rack. A tramp stamp. And on our first date–she stuck her tongue out at some point and I couldnt miss the tongue piercing.

We hit it off and I quickly became obsessed with her. I have at all times been a boobs man. She had amazing big tits! They were perfect, best I ever got to play with. Not too big–she was not fat. Just amazing in shape and size. She was not beautiful–in a conventional way. She was more quirky good looking and sort of hot in a sultry way. She seemed to just ooze sex to me, and I couldnt get enough.

I will never forget one of our get-aways early in the relationship when we were first dating. We were having drinks and sharing stories in the hotel room. I suggested we play the game “Never have I ever” because I really wanted to learn about her sexual history.

At some point–I said “never have I ever had a threesome.” She drank and so did I. (I had never really had a threesome but I wanted her to open up and not feel embarassed. I did once fool around with a girlfriend while she fooled around with a girl–but it was not a real threesome.)

So, she tells me–she has had two threesomes. I was not shocked by that. But then she told me both were with two guys. I tried to play cool but inside I was going crazy. She told me none of them were someone she was dating. One happened in a hotel room after a night of partying. She wondered she would hook up with one of the guys while his friend went for a walk, but then the friend came back and she just “rolled with it.”

I laughed and acted ordinary. Inside though–I felt almost sick. How could she not see how they took benefit of her? The image of it repulsed me….I couldnt help asking for details. The weird thing is that the more upsetting it was, the more I needed to know. She was on her hands and knees getting spit roasted. The other threesome she knew would probably happen. THat one was more the guys taking turns on her.

I was hooked. The big tits. The tongue piercing. The MFM’s She was nothing like women I had been with. She was a real genuine “bad girl.” I made it my priority to keep her. Bought her things. Flew us places she had never been. Proposed. It was like i was chasing something. It wasnt really fair to her because i had so thoroughly sexually objectified her in my mind.

Well, happy to tell the rest of the story to anyone that wants to hear. You can guess–it didnt end well. Marriage did not really change her. We are divorced now but I still sometimes think about her and get myself off to the pictures of her she sent me or I took over the years. I am with someone else, but she will at all times be the bad girl that scrambled my brain and made me do stupid shit that I am still paying for!

Feel free to ask questions! Happy to compare stories if anyone else has had similar experiences.

NSFW: yes

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