My name is Deloris Hawkins but for some reason everybody calls me Bunny. It started when I was a little girl. Until a short time ago I was a married woman of thirty-five then I had the rug pulled from under me.

One day, out of the blue, my husband of ten years told me he was leaving me for another woman. I was devastated. To give the rotten son of a bitch credit he left me with everything. House, cars, checking and savings accounts, his retirement portfolio, and the business he had worked so hard to build. At least I didn't have to worry about money. He took only enough money out to finish paying for a motorcycle.

Howard was an insurance salesman when we married. He was very good at it apparently. After about four years he opened his own insurance brokerage firm. He could sell you a policy on anything you could afford from about a dozen insurance companies including Lloyd's of London. Once he insured a stripper's boobs for a million dollars. Pretty soon he had his local office and a couple years later one downstate in Capitol City. He said it was a license to steal and I guess it was because the money was pouring in.

Howard, my soon to be ex-husband wanted to find himself or so he claimed. He and a biker chick left for parts unknown after filing for divorce. He left me with a crumbling confidence and a lot of confusion.

I did everything Howard wanted me to do and that says something. Howard was a little weird and he always had been. He started with the weird shit even before we were married.

The first thing he wanted me to do was display myself for any and everyone. He made me flash motorists when we drove somewhere. He made me show my boobs to his friends. I say "made" but that's not true. He just insisted and I went along with it. I have a small but nice set of knockers and I'm proud of them.

You could say I knew what I was getting into by marrying Howard but I didn't know the extent he would go to. I considered myself a good wife and I denied him nothing.

For example, a week after we were married he asked me to show his friend George my breasts. I flashed George but Howard wanted more. He wanted me to sit on George's lap and let him play with my tits.

Of course it didn't stop there. A few weeks later Howard insisted I strip naked and sit on George's lap. I hesitated but eventually I did what Howard wanted.

George and Howard went to college together and had been friends for a long time. That time George didn't stop with playing with my boobs. He used a finger and teased my pussy. George was a nice looking man and he quickly got me hot. He finger-fucked me while sucking on a nipple. I came from all that activity.

Howard was pissed at me for jumping up and leaving them. He pouted for several days just like a child that didn't get his way. Howard rallied and soon I was naked and back on George's lap being felt-up. We were on the sofa and when he judged I was too hot to object, Howard suggested that George eat my pussy. Howard had judged correctly. I was too hot to make only token objections when George went down on me.

While I was thrashing around from the tongue lashing George was giving me, I glanced over and saw that Howard had his dick out and was stroking it.

It came as no surprise when Howard told George to fuck me. I suppose I knew it was a natural progression and I didn't object when George stripped and started fucking me.

George had a larger dick than Howard and frankly he was a better fuck than my husband. I won't try to lie and say I was forced to do anything. I went along and I enjoyed George and his talented dick and tongue.

George didn't use a condom because we discovered early on that for some reason I couldn't conceive. I was sad about that but the advantage was I didn't have to use birth control pills, patches, or condoms.

It became a routine thing for George to have sex with me while Howard watched and beat his meat. In fact, I got to enjoy George for almost a year. George got more of my pussy than Howard did because sometimes during the day when Howard was at work, George would come by for a fuck. Howard knew about it and even encouraged it.

George was in a National Guard unit that was called up to active duty. Poor George was killed in action by something called a road-side bomb. It's strange because that was a long time ago and to this day I still miss George.

We grieved for George for several months. I wanted to mourn longer but Howard didn't. For a while things went back to the way they were supposed to be; me a devoted wife and Howard a more or less devoted husband. Not that he set the woods on fire sexually.

Howard got the bright idea we should become nudists so we joined a club. It was called the Sunshine Club but since it was winter there was very little sunshine. I actually didn't mind being a nudist because I have a nice figure and Howard enjoyed showing me off.

It was obvious that some of the people in the club should never take their clothes off in public but most looked presentable I guess. When Howard finally figured out that nudist wasn't the same thing as hedonists we left the club.

Howard found a swinger's group and we joined them for a while. That particular group were closed swingers and Howard didn't get to watch me or anyone so he went in search of swingers that did their fucking in plain sight.

It was almost funny that the group he found was right in our neighborhood. At least most of them lived close to us. It was a shock that a couple of the women in the swinging group were also in some of the women's clubs I belonged to. One was Lois Magnus.

"You'll love our little gang," Lois told me. "It's social but mostly sexual. Usually we get together once or twice a month at somebody's house." Lois was a few years older than me but she still had her looks and her figure. Her husband was an attorney. His name was Bud.

"Bud really likes to watch all of us fucking," Lois continued. "Watching all the fuckers gets his motor running. Does Howard like to watch you?" I told her he did seem to like it. I didn't tell her that was what he did best. Watching and jerking-off.