Ever since I have read the posts by Cammies after her marriage ended and she called her encounters with men her ‘slutfest’, I had been thinking about my two divorces and whether I actually had slutfests after them.
The first takes me back 27 years, when I became single again after a marriage of just more then two years. I was 22 and had two kids to care for. It took four months for our divorce to be final and in those two months, I was mainly surviving and trying to give my kids a solid base. Eight months after I had left him, I moved to the south of the country and it must have taken a year before I had my first boyfriend. We had a short and steamy relationship, but he was just too young for me. If I remember correctly, he was 3 or 4 years younger than me. I enjoyed the attention, but it just wasn’t what I was looking for. Next I had a fling with one of my superiors, but that didn’t last long either. I think he must have been 10 years my senior, but apparently I could up it a bit more than that. I eventually had a relationship with a man 20 years my senior. Both of us were flattered by the attention we received. He had a younger woman on his side and I loved his mature way of love-making. We had fun together, were good together, but it ended when I was transferred to the middle of the country. He tried to make contact with me two years later when he was in my town, but then I was in a toxic relationship which meant I couldn’t meet him. I had one or two other flings, but as said, it took about a year before I first dated a man after my first divorce.
I think it’s safe to say that after my first marriage ended, no slutfest followed.
With my second divorce I was 36, my kids were both teenagers and didn’t need mom all the time. More so than with the first divorced, I felt like I had dodged a bullet. Even before I left him, but when I already knew my marriage was not what it should be, my attention started turning to other men. I started chatting online and engaged in cyber sex but also met another chatter in real life. Soon after I left my second husband, I hooked up with The Traveler and even gave him a special birthday present when I took a friend with me to his hotel room. More men followed in a very short time span, such as the one I met in his garage, the taxi driver, the one who traveled from a different time zone and whom I spent only a couple of hours with, the one who took many sexy photos of me – all of which we still have, the man I had several lunch dates with and the one with whom I visited the spa and had several orgasms.
I think it’s fair to say that I really had a slutfest after my second marriage ended. And you know what makes all of this even more remarkable? Master T was part of the slutfest. I met him in the same period than I had sex with The Traveler, visited the photographer, fucked during lunch breaks or climaxed in a steam cabin. We fell in love almost immediately, but neither of us were ready to commit. It took us a year and a half to be ready, but in all those time I told Master T everything I was up to. He wanted to know everything. The one thing he didn’t want was that I push him out of my life. He gave me my freedom and loved me for who I am, which was exactly what I needed after having been in two marriages where I tried to conform to the image those men had of who and what their wife should be.
I’ve had more sex partners than the ones I mentioned above, but the others were not part of anything you can call a slutfest. The count has risen to 27 men and 11 women. I know there might be more people who don’t approve of my lifestyle than those who do approve, if they knew about it. Some will describe me as a slut in a negative way and to those I can say: I am a damn happy slut!
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