I had a Jeep Grand Cherokee. The back seat had cum stains. I..

I had a Jeep Grand Cherokee. The back seat had cum stains. I was sitting around thinking about that last night. Now, it's stuck in my head. I bought that car new when they were the shit back in the day. I was married, so we bought it. I was heavily into swinger clubs and constantly cheated on my husband. So much so that I had a guy who was my sex club partner who took me to swinger clubs. It was a fantastic period in my life. I got caught cheating with my husband's friend. He got beside himself, and I got massively turned on by being caught and cheated even more. He tried to do the swinger thing in an attempt to keep me under control. He never had a chance. His dick was half the size of David's, not near as good-looking, and David could kick my husband's ass at will if he wanted to. The thought of David making my husband powerless was intoxicating to me. Add in the excitement of cheating with David and many others; he lost me sexually before he ever had me. He thought becoming a swinger would help. It didn't. he would drive me and David around in the Grand Cherokee, and David would fuck me stupid while my husband watched in the mirror. I would always have David empty his testicles inside of me.

I know that was like a gut punch to my husband, watching another man mark me as his territory with sperm. To make it worse, David would smile at my husband when he pumped sperm into my body. There was nothing my husband could do except wipe up the jizz from David's cock that spilled out of my pussy when we stopped. Other times I would drive around with David and suck his cock. We would pull into parking lots of places that are frowned upon for adult activities and would slip that beautiful cock in my guts and breed me. He always came in me, and when my husband wasn't there, we would leave the cum leakage on the seats for my husband to get the next day. Hence the cum stains. We would go to Club 104 most of the time. If we took my husband, I would abandon him and hang around with other guys. I would often get laid multiple times by multiple guys while my husband sat in the corner waiting. David would sometimes join in or bring a girl he met to a private room with me. My husband tried, but he could never get it up. It wasn't for him, and I made it worse by criticizing him about it in front of my swinger buddies. The more it humiliated him, the more I did it. I learned what a powerful sexual drug humiliation can be. I would have fucked my husband's dick off because his role in my sexual lifestyle was the key to it all, but the lifestyle I had chosen to live wasn't for him. So we quit having sex. He no longer cared about me cheating, which destroyed my desire to cheat. My sex life with others got super boring super fast. I needed a husband who either didn't know or, even better, would play along with my kinks. He was neither. So we went our different ways.