Cuckolding? Prostitution.? Love? What’s that?

John my late husband wanted to try cuckolding. After his death I turned to prostitution. And now I’m looking for love again

I won’t go back and tell my whole story again. For those who want the whole story you can look up my name and read for yourself.
When I last wrote to you John I was caught between wanting you back. And moving forward with my life. I’m so sorry you died John. We were meant to be that’s for sure.
I guess I shouldn’t bore you with my heart sorrows. You never really liked me to get too emotional in my story. You just read them for the sexy parts you naughty boy. Well okay.
When I last wrote I was fucking Kevin the college kid. Tom the asshole who was just rich enough for me to put up with his attitude towards women in general. Mathew a soon to be doctor who paid very well for my tight ass. Even when it wasn’t so tight he never complained.
And Hank, god Hank with his long fat cock. His never ending support. His friendship. His love and understanding. John you would have loved him. He gives me endless pleasure and I look like a used whore when he done with me. Sometimes I wonder if you’re standing by the bed watching us. Listening to me moan and groan under the weight of Hank and his magnificent cock. God I hope so. Were you watching when we finished last night. Did you see that river for cum flowing out of my use cunt. Hank was like a Greek god just going on and on never stopping never letting my pleasure end. Went we were done did you see the way I forced myself to get up and suck that amazing dick that gave me so much pleasure. Did you see the way I choked on it? I tell you John. Life has been good with Hank here with me.
It’s one of the reasons why I am writing now. Just incase you are not watching but you can still read this. I’m still having sex with everyone and Hank makes love to me afterwards. My god this is hard. He wants me for himself. He wants me to marry him John. He says I can keep fucking who I want. He just wants me to know I belong to him. Like I used to belong to you. Like I said. His nice. Sweet, but I don’t want you to think I’m replacing you. Nothing could replace you John.
Well did you see that one. That’s Matthew. The soon to be Doctor. Sweet kid. Lots of energy. He called earlier this morning to see if I had time. I make time for Matthew. I’m sure you noticed how fit he looks. I get wet every time he walks through my door. Really I feel like I wet myself. The other day he just stopped by for coffee and to say hi. We did nothing sexual and I still had to change my panties when he left. Of course I fingered my self till Kevin got here. He took the edge off that’s for sure. Man that kid is getting better every time I see him. He’s my warm up guy. That’s the way I think of him. I taught him how to suck on my clit and lick me just the way I like it. He has even been licking my ass when I request it. Well Hank left my butthole in such a mess one morning before he left for work that I had no choice but to ask poor Kevin to help a girl out. His tongue was like silk. So soothing. Yes I didn’t leave him hanging. Laid on my back, lean my head over the edge of the bed and let Kevin fuck my throat. He was a little rough but he’s not that big so it wasn’t bad. Well it wasn’t until he shot off like a rocket down my throat choking the shit out of me. There is nothing worse than having a blast of cum shot into your lungs. I coughed for half an hour. Kevin was so sorry. I thought he was going to cry. I made him fix me some tea.
Yes, Tom is still coming in the afternoons. You would be so proud of me. I don’t even wear my butt plug anymore. Hank has my ass use to getting stretched Tom still tries his best to make it rough. But I enjoy it to much. If Tom didn’t cum bucks I’d tell him to fuck off. But the man is like a water hose when he shoots in me. If he is in my ass I can feel it in my colon. And to be honest it’s great lube for when Hank gets home.
John. Hank knows about what dad did. He makes me feel better. Hank makes me feel better about a lot of things. Even myself. I’m wet again just thinking about him.
Would you mind if I married him. He wouldn’t be replacing you. Just stepping in until we can be together again.
Well another morning is here. I told Hank I would marry him last night. Did you see us. I could almost feel your soul in the room with us. I was holding on to Hank as he was pounding the shit out of me when a cool breeze passes by my ass. I thought it might have been you just laying there watching your wife getting nailed by someone who knows how to swing a hammer of a dick. It was so good I call everyone and cancel all my appointments. I had to. I’m too sore to walk today. Your old lady is feeling old today. Yet I’m feeling younger at the same time. I can still keep up with all those dicks if I had to. But thanks to Hank I know I don’t have to anymore. Only if I want it. And when I’m sitting in bed typing way to my dead husband feeling cum leaking out of me a good 20 minutes later. Well I don’t feel I need anymore pleasure today.
I’m sorry John. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know you say it doesn’t matter. I miss you. I really miss you.
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This is Hank. I found Kathy in the bathtub when I got home yesterday. A bottle of pills on the floor and a half empty vodka bottle. I found her computer open to this letter to you John. I hate you. Even dead she loved you more than anything. Did you have to love her take much. Did you have to love her so much she couldn’t live without you.
If she’s there with you. Tell her I love her. Tell her I’m still trying to understand why.
I miss you Kathy
The End