The Van Pt. 01

I'm Amber. I'm a 29 year old married woman looking back at the path that changed my mind about being married. At the time of this writing I am approximately one year into my marriage to husband Denny. Best husband in the world, by the way.

I guess I should describe myself. My reddish auburn hair falls well past my shoulders. My tits are smallish, but I'm told are very cute. All I know is that they don't sag in the slightest. My tummy is tight and my best features are my ass and legs (both a ten in my opinion). My face is also tenish, especially when my full lips are shining with lipstick and gloss and I'm sporting my signature come-fuck-me smile.

I should also describe my sexual outlook. If I were on the outside looking in, I would describe myself as sleazy. I feel sleazy and try to look the part with how I dress and wear my makeup. What rhymes with sleazy is easy. With my looks and reputation the opportunities to get laid abound. There are gentlemen callers a plenty.

I met Denny (I hate that name and especially when it's spelled like the restaurant) at a wedding reception. At the reception a friend shoved me into the maddened mix when the bridal bouquet was being tossed. It came right to me and I ducked and let another woman grab it. I considered it a jinx that might end up cursing me into a marriage. I was a free bird and intended to stay that way.

I noticed Denny instantly that afternoon as I'm a woman who's constantly surveying the landscape, always selecting the next guy I intend to fuck. Denny was really cute and our eyes met several times that afternoon. He looked at me like I was a bowl of ice-cream. I was wearing a scandalously short dress and showing lots of thigh. I kept catching him looking at my legs. I flashed my panties at him a couple times but in a way that wasn't obviously intentional.

We finally found ourselves side by side at the bar ordering a drink. Actually, I watched him and followed him there. "Bride or groom," I asked him.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you a friend of the bride or groom?"

"Oh, groom."

"I'm the bride's best friend, Amber. I hope your friend likes them on the wild side."

"I'm Denny, and I think he does. I think we all do," he said, and then blushed at his own comment.

"Maybe so, but most guys don't want to marry the wild ones."

"Yeah, most guys," he said, and I found something promising in that statement, at least for the sake of my newly married friend. We hung out the rest of the day. I wanted him to take me home and fuck me, though it seemed like he was either really bad at picking up vibes or he wasn't interested in sex with me. He definitely couldn't keep his eyes off me. He was attentive, considerate, and fun to talk to.

It's just that, especially if there is any alcohol involved, men were usually all over me; wanting to whisk me away to the nearest broom closet for a fuck or a blow job. In other words, most men have no problem picking up my vibe. With Denny there was no smoldering eyes before leaning in for a kiss, no comment about how sexy I looked and no come-backs for my sexual innuendos.

As the event was winding down he said he had to go. Feeling like a lioness that had failed to capture game for the cubs, I decided to move in for the kill. I was not going to let this prey go unfucked. "So, do you want my phone number," I asked, feeling unusually shy and rejected.

"Yes," he said, seeming surprised that I would ask. I had to wonder if he was a virgin. I thought about how it had been many years since I popped a man's cherry.

Nonetheless, we started dating and I found Denny to be the sweetest man I'd ever met, and he was clearly smitten. He may have been the first man I actually had a serious crush on. I was smitten too, though I'm not sure my version of smitten was the same as his.

Six months into our dating he asked me to marry him. I told him I loved him but needed a couple days to think about whether or not I was ready to be married -- to anyone. I hated how hurt he looked when he didn't get an instant yes.

I'm ashamed to say this, but his cock size was what I needed to think about it. I'm no statistical expert, but from my considerable experience he was less than average. I didn't want to rule him out for his cock size as there was no other downside to him that I could see. He had a nice income and was buying the house he lived in. A woman has to look at the big picture.

The problem is that during our six months of dating I hadn't been as exclusive as he probably thought. I soothed my conscience by reminding myself that I never pledged monogamy, nor had we discussed it. I never asked Denny if he was seeing other women. I kind of hoped he was, for the sake of my guilt, but kind of hoped he wasn't for the sake that he was my guy.

I hadn't taken on any new lovers since meeting Denny, but I had big cocked lovers that I continued to see; guys that only came around for sex but would never consider taking me home to meet the parents. They all started as one night stands and got invited back because they were well endowed and knew how to treat a lady like a slut and. They came back for more because I performed well. All of my big-dicked lovers were fairly to strongly dominant and knew I liked being a good submissive for them. I knew little about these guys and didn't care to. They left me feeling satisfied. That's all they were good for, but to me that was important. Marriage would have meant cutting them off, and even if I wanted to, I wasn't sure if I could.

In a dark corner of my mind a question lurked: could I have my cake and eat it too. I wasn't thinking about marrying Denny and then going behind his back, the way I had been while we were dating. I was wondering if I could get his permission to fuck around after we were married. I just figured that unless he was okay with me being Run Around Amber, it wouldn't work in the long term.

I'd clicked on a cuckold podcast on YouTube one day and the algorithm started sending me more video and audio recordings on the topic. My exploration probably created a misconception about how prevalent the phenomenon was. All I know is, the idea of Denny being a willing cuckold made my pussy tingle, and I needed to know if Denny could be happy as a cuckold before I consented to marrying him.

Here's where I got real crazy. I decided to fuck one of my boyfriends and then go to Denny and confess; tell him I screwed up and hoped he could forgive me. I believed his reaction would tell me all about future possibilities.

By the time he asked me to marry him I had admitted to him that I wasn't used to only dating one guy at a time. That was my way of hinting to him that I was a slut. He seemed unphased by this and didn't ask any of the questions that most guys would have. He just seemed happy as hell any time we were together.

After a couple months of dating I told him that his cock wasn't what I was used to and that I was glad his bionic tongue got me off so good. That did inspire questions from him.

"I've noticed you don't cum when I fuck you. Do you cum when a guy with a bigger cock fucks you?"

"Yes, but it's okay," I said. "Your tongue makes me cum real good." What I should have said is, "It's okay because I still fuck those big cocks." That, at least, would have told him I'm not marrying material and he probably wouldn't have asked and I wouldn't have ended up in that awkward situation. I guess I didn't say that because I didn't want to lose him. Maybe I'm just a selfish cunt.

The interesting twist is that my friend Cindy, the one whose wedding reception we met at, had confided that husband Doug lets her go out fucking and actually gets turned on by it. From her admission, and all the YouTube stuff, I knew it was possible. I just didn't know if it was possible with Denny. The thought turned me on so much I was willing to risk Denny dumping me. That would have been better than marrying and cheating on him, which I was sure would have happened.

He'd asked me to marry him on a Thursday evening movie night at his place. We planned on having dinner at his place on Saturday evening, so my plan, sick as it was, was to get fucked on Saturday afternoon, which I arranged with my fuckmate Larry. I guess I could have just admitted I'd been fucking other guys the whole time and claimed I didn't realize he thought we were monogamous.

I didn't do that because there were other things I needed to know. Like, could Denny possibly like used pussy the way Cindy said that Doug does. I got wet just thinking about how incredible that would be; unlikely, maybe, but incredible.

I was supposed to be at Denny's house at 7pm. I interrupted his cooking when I called at five. By that time the insatiable Larry had pounded two loads into my needy pussy. I had showed up at Larry's dressed for my dinner with Denny: short dress, as always, and makeup on the slutty side. I was looking hot in my characteristically sleazy way.

I had told Larry all about my plan and he loved it. He knew if things worked out the way I hoped I could get married and he would still get to fuck me. He had always told me I was his favorite slut. He grinned when I pulled my panties on after he fucked me.

"You're going to make sure he knows you've been fucked," he said.

"That's the plan," I responded.

"Then leave them on and I'll fuck another batch in there. After two of my loads there won't be any question that you've been a very bad girl."

You see why I love fucking Larry. He's such a bad boy.

When I got to my car I called Denny in tears and through the sobs told him I had some horrible news and I was coming right over. He tried to ask a bunch of questions but I told him to just be there and I would be by shortly to explain. I adjusted the rearview to see my face. My make up was a mess and I didn't fix it. I could smell the sex on me.

Denny was distraught over my phone call and must have been watching for my arrival. He opened the door before I knocked. He hugged me and ushered me in. "Let's sit down," I told him. He immediately started asking all of the typical worst case scenario questions: "Are you pregnant?" and, "Did you get in a car wreck?" and, "Did someone die?" By that time he was looking at me curiously and finally asked, "Why is your makeup like that?"

He grabbed a tissue off the coffee table and handed it to me. I wiped the smeared lipstick off and some of the mascara that was running down my cheeks from the tears I can muster when needed. I looked at him and said, "Denny, I've done something unforgivable."

"I doubt it, sweetheart," he said, "but tell me about it."

"You remember that old friend Larry I told you about?"

"Wasn't he one of the ones you said made you cum real fast because of his size?"

"Yes. I had a bunch of my music CD's over at his house and wanted to bring them to your place. I was all dressed up for our date when I went over there and he kind of went crazy, saying it had been too long since he fucked me." That was a lie, he fucked me last week. "He stripped down and stroked his cock hard."

"Is that when you went to the car and called me? Look it's not your fault he did that."

"No. I went over to him and started to explain that I had a boyfriend and couldn't be doing that. He pulled me to him and I could feel his cock against my stomach. He's really big and I couldn't help but remember how good he felt when he was way up inside me. 'You know you need my cock, Baby,' he said. Slowly I slipped to my knees. I'm so sorry, but I turned into my old slutty self and had to have his cock in my mouth. I'm so terrible. I didn't mean for that to happen, but it's been so long since I've had a big cock." Lie, lie, lie, shame on me. "I sucked him for a bit then he picked me up and took me to the couch. He yanked my panties off and fucked me until I came over and over."

"I think we need to report this," Denny said.

This may sound cruel, but I almost laughed when he said that. Instead I said in my most curious tone, "Report what?" I knew I kind of made it sound like I got raped.

"He attacked you."

"It wasn't exactly like that. I'm the one that got on her knees and sucked his cock. If he hadn't fucked me I would have begged him to. He fucked me because he knew I needed it."

"So that's when you ran to the car and called me?"

"Not exactly. After he finished inside me I found my panties and pulled them on. I pulled my dress down and was starting to leave when I looked back at him. He was still hard. He's like that. He said, 'You know you need more of this, Slut.' That's what he calls me. I shut the door and rushed over to him. He didn't even take my panties off. He yanked them aside and fucked me again."

I put my hand on Denny's crotch and again said I was so sorry. He was hard. So far, so good. Then I said I felt really dirty and needed to get in the shower and clean up. He said, "Okay, but we need to talk some more first."

I said, "No honey, feel this," I spread my legs and pulled his hand up under my dress. I pushed it against my soaked panties. It was now or never time. "My friend Cindy, the one that married your friend Doug, told me that Doug lets her go out fucking other guys and loves it when she comes to him with a cunt full of another man's cum. I know you and Doug are close. Has he ever mentioned that to you?"

"No, I don't think we're that close."

He started rubbing my panties and pushing them into my cunt. He rubbed over my clit and made me moan. He didn't seem at all mad and that excited me to no end. Could I be so lucky? "See," I said, "it's really dirty down there. I really should jump in the shower."

"Is that what Cindy does, I mean jump in the shower."

"No. But I did ask how she found out that Doug likes her messy with another man's sperm down there. She said Doug had figured out what she was up to by finding her cum drenched panties at a time when he hadn't fucked her. He wanted to catch her and tell her it was okay because it turned him on. He came home early from work, something he never did, and when he saw a car in the driveway he parked a few houses down and waited. A guy came out and left and he went in quietly and caught her in the bedroom pulling her panties on. Startled she said something like 'Oh, you're home early.' He walked over and put his hand on her pussy like you're doing to me now. Then he dropped to his knees and pushed his nose against her panties. She said he inhaled deeply and had a blissful look on his face. Then he licked her panties and looked up at her. He said, 'If you need other men's cocks there's no reason to be sneaky about it.' He must really love her to say that."

"That's crazy. Did she say how that played out?"

Okay, I made up the whole thing about the panties. It was my fantasy to have a boyfriend that so loved my sluttiness that even the smell of my panties after being freshly fucked would make him crazy with lust. I just wanted to gage Denny's reaction to the panty thing. I still had my hand on Denny's crotch and I said, "It seems like this is turning you on."

He said, "I have a confession too. Doug and I are close enough that he told me what Cindy told him about you long ago."

"And what's that?"

"That you and Cindy were notorious sluts. He told me that long before pointing you out to me at the wedding reception. That's why I couldn't stop glancing over at you."

"I see. So you figured if everyone else was getting some you wanted some too."

"That wasn't it," he said with great sincerity and a look in his eyes no other man had shown me. I wasn't used to seeing the look of love. I'm used to the lust look. I dress to get the lust look.

"Well, what was 'it'?"

"I thought you were so pretty and knowing about you being a slut made me want you to be my girlfriend. It created an intense attraction that I didn't and still don't understand."

"So, you wanted me to be your girlfriend so you could put an end to all my sluttery?"

"I don't think so. I know it's weird, but I feel like I love you more knowing you have these intense needs."

"Are you saying you still want to marry me; that what just happened isn't a deal breaker?"

"I still want to marry you."

"I love hearing that, but I still need to get in the shower," I said.

"Can I go down there and see what you smell like after being a slut? Maybe Doug was onto something."

"I guess, but I warn you, Larry doesn't shoot small loads. I'm very messy down there."

Denny stood up then knelt in front of me. I scooted to the edge of the couch, pulled my knees up and spread wide. Cum had run down my inner thighs and was leaking through the crotch of my panties. He leaned forward and just like I had claimed Doug had done, inhaled deeply. He started feverishly licking at my panties and said, "This tastes so nasty, and I mean that in a good way."

I said, "If you need more of that taste, I'm pretty sure there's more in my pussy. Lie on your back and let's see if we can get you some." He scrambled to the floor and lay on his back in anticipation. I pulled my panties off and squatted to within an inch of his mouth. "Are you sure you want to do this," I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes, Amber."

I reached down and stuck three fingers in my used hole. I looked down and saw a glob of cum leak out and watched him catch it in his mouth. "More?" I asked.

"Please," he said, so I started moving my fingers in and out, all the time watching him try not to miss any. I personally love the taste of sperm so much that I understood how others could love it too.

Once my pussy was drained I said, "Clean my fingers real good," and he sucked them clean one at a time. Apparently I was that lucky. He burned the dinner and we ordered pizza. We fucked and licked each other near all night.

I'm sure you're wondering what this has to do with a van. I'm getting there, but that's all for now.