13 January 2026...
Hi guys. I'm Mary. I'm 48 now, my birthday was on Sunday. Married to a cuckold (he wasn't always that way), two kids. My mom and dad live about 10 minutes from the house, his parents live like an hour away.
I was born in a country that doesn't exist anymore. Grew up in the Midwest. I've spent almost my adult life on the East Coast of the U.S. I did 10 years in Uncle Sam's Navy.
I've always been... Tubby (the Navy has this weird way to determine body fat, they used a tape measure and used ratios of 2 measurements, I always just barely passed because of my hips) the best way to describe me. I developed early; I had c-cups before my first period and an adult woman's body (I was 5'8" with DDs) before I got my driver's license. My first time having sex was an absolute disappointment. I was almost 18 at the time, I had been buying the booze for the popular kids' weekend camping trips for almost two years at this point. We'd all get drunk, at some point someone would pass around some pot. Then slowly they'd all partner off and go have sex. Except for me. I'd get turned on by listening to all of that sex and masturbate to it. One weekend I was just so frustrated about it that I was crying. One girl let her boyfriend fuck me. I got all comfortable on my back, he lasted like 5 pumps then came all over my ass. That was the last time I hung out with them. I do kinda regret it, but not much. That was the last time I hung out with them.
Not long after, I got this really cool boyfriend and we did couple swaps with his best friend and that guy's girlfriend. My boyfriend didn't even have to be around, I still had permission to play. I used to wonder how I didn't get pregnant that summer. Now I wonder how many miscarriages I've had in my lifetime.
His mom loved me and was going to give him permission to marry me when I got to my first ship, he was 15 when we started dating and I was 17. I loved him, still have feelings for him... But he was just too clingy.
So I just kinda hung out at the Base Club. Fucked around a little bit. Then this guy offered to let me live with him. I mean... Okay. Out of the barracks and into a house. He had a roommate, no biggie. He was not bad in the sack. Told me that masturbating was cheating. He loved getting head, refused to give it. I've heard that guys just don't like to do it. One morning his phone rings from across the room, and he walks across the room to go answer it with his half hard cock wagging in front of him. It was his lawyer calling to tell him his divorce was final, I tell myself that it would have been different if he had told me he was married with children... But I'm not sure. That's just one red flag too many. I went back to the barracks pretty quickly. Then he started telling me I owed his all this money... Nah fam. I saw him one more time, after I got engaged and he was with his daughter. Cute kid. Definitely older than longer than we had been broken up.
So I fucked around some more, got close to some townie girls. One of them told me and I took this advice to heart... "If you're single and he flirts with you, whatever happens after isn't on you. That's a him guilt."
Between him and Hubby, I went on the pill and I had a pretty awesome... Fuck Buddy/ Friend With Benefits... James, we didn't really date, we went to my room, watch movies, order delivery, and had sex. A LOT. That man played my body like a fiddle. My roommate was deployed, like gone for 6+months... So we had my room to ourselves. The first time we had sex... He actually took like an hour to touch every single part of my body before he touched anything in my bathing suit area. The second time, we got to my room and we were wildly kissing and taking my top off. He tripped me onto my bed and just started playing with my nipples, one hand on each... And he made me cum. I (still, to this day) can't even make myself cum like that. We weren't dating, so I took an invite to do a girl's trip out of town. There I met hubby. It was really like 10 weeks between us meeting and the wedding. After the wedding the ship had to go do some final exams to get certified to deploy. When I got home he had housing for us and all of his stuff moved in. There was less than a week before we actually deployed to the Med. So work was busy and home was busy. Not much downtime to just talk. We deployed. We got fast tracked to a combat zone because another ship's launching system was malfunctioning. We skipped 4 ports on the way in. One particular fire mission fucked me up pretty bad. So I told my guys (men that I worked closely with) not on duty (7 of us, me and 6 guys) that I was going to get a hotel room and just spend the next two days drinking and bawling my eyes out, I asked them to buy the booze. I got the room and went to a payphone (any y'all remembe those?) to talk to hubby. I didn't even get to tell him that I put a weekend of a hotel room on his credit card before he told me how he got the house set up so fast. The lonely neighborhood wives helped him get set up, so they all could fuck him. Oh no! Whatever did I do? I hung up the phone and went to the liquor store and bought my own bottle and went out on the street and started chugging. They took my bottle away, and got me back to the hotel room. Then they made me drink soda (water wasn't "safe" for Americans). Then they gave me my bottle back. I remember leaving the bathroom door open while I changed. I remember crying against one of them. I remember leaning in for a kiss. The next thing I remember, it was two days later. My pussy was sore like I had been roughly fucked. My thighs were sticky like I had a lot of cum running down them. None of my original 6 guys were in the room with me. 3 others were. One of them wearing a full condom and a bra that absolutely wasn't mine. I took a shower and put everything of mine that was cum covered/soaked etc in a trash bag that I took out of the room myself. I put it in the maid's can and went to check out. I didn't know much Italian and the guy at the desk was only a little better at English. Charades was played and loved by all.
I injured my knee in 2000. Got out of the Navy and I decided that I wanted to be a redhead instead of a brunette. Bounced around jobs, went to college. While I was in college... I realized that my mental health was... Bad, garbage . This was after both my kids were born, so it might have just been postpartum. But probably not. It took a trip out of town for a job interview to realize it. I got back and called the VA for an appointment. "There's a 3 month wait, we'll call you back" I was so out of it, it took me 6 weeks to realize that he didn't get my name or number or anything. So I called again. That person told me that was a lie. So I had to come in and take an introduction class. Did that, got assigned a team and a wait time for mental health. I FINALLY got to see a shrink. No alcohol or caffeine for 30 days. Follow up in 6 weeks.
That wasn't a good time for me. The only thing that had been letting me get any type of sleep was the alcohol. One of my dear college friends told me after the fact that I was literally a zombie during that time. I was having audio hallucinations. But that doesn't make me crazy. As long as I don't do what the voices tell me to do. And why would I do that?
Got back to the shrink 6 weeks later; exhausted. Worn out. My phone was locked and I was ready for a 72 phyc hold. I just wanted to sleep. She wanted to do more testing because of how closely anxiety and depression are in the brain. Apparently we did the testing right then. She hit me with 10 prescriptions. Went and got them filled. Got home and said fuck it and took the first dose.
Things worked out. Ish. I got to start sleeping. I didn't really have emotional spikes anymore. Everything is falling apart. Daughter took her diaper off and shit on the floor. Oh. Someone should probably clean that up. Son took apart one of his book shelves and couldn't put it back together. Told him to spin the screws, then put the pegs back in. Everything was more or less "Eh". I knew I loved my children. But I just didn't feel it. I loved my husband. Same thing. Everything was just "Eh". Sex was like the only thing that I could get excited about. But I couldn't orgasm. For like a year.
My shrink and I started having follow-ups like every 2-3 weeks to get everything dialed in. And we did. And I could finally actually orgasm again. I spent so much time just playing with myself. It felt so good to cum. So one weekend I made a move and he shot me down. He said let's wait till next weekend, the kids will go to my parents house and we can just let go. Okay.
I got that Friday and his clothes were in a pile by the back door. Oh fuck yeah, momma is going to get laid and cum all over this house this weekend. So I put my clothes in that same pile, put my purse on the stove and took my keys upstairs with me. Reached over to put my keys in their normal spot... There's already some keys there. And I look and see Hubby kneeling on the bed in nothing but a cock cage. There's some slinky lingerie on the bed next to him. We can play around with this shit later, momma wants to cum on a cock. I picked up the keys and started walking towards the bed. That's when he told me that he was a "cum eating, locked cocked, watching his wife fuck other men cuckold. Oh... My friend is on his way to come over here and fuck you raw in (slinky lingerie) while I watch and maybe lick his cum out of your pussy. I fucking checked out... I was ready to divorce his ass. My lock box out of the, my car keys, his cage keys and my nude body went back to my car. I started it up and was blasting some music while I dug out a cigarette. He comes out in just his cage and hits his knees pretty hard on the concrete and starts begging me to stay, we can work it out. I finally got out of my car, had him carry my lock box back upstairs for me, and I told him that I would never watch another man fuck me. This was my bedroom and my bed. I get to pick who sleeps here and who fucks me here. I put on shorts and a T-shirt, threw away that lingerie, and told him to let his friend in when he got here. We fucked off and on for like 6 years. He introduced me to my girlfriend, Sara. He came knocking on my door one night after they broke up, we had to fix a hole in the deck the next day.
Life is complicated. But okay. I had my uterus removed when my daughter was born. The doctor told me that another pregnancy could kill me. I know that I had at least 15 miscarriages over my adult life.
I have a loving husband, a girlfriend that I adore, a boyfriend that tries to keep everyone on track, a couple of male lovers and James.
I don't share nudes. I don't trade nudes. I won't tell you where I live.
This is what you get. I might share a picture of my ass in a thong, if the BAC and the Stars are aligned correctly... Don't hold your breath.
What I'm into:
Cuckolding; Being a Cuckcake; Male Chastity; Making his woman wear a chasity belt; cheating on my husband; having people drink/wear my urine; orgys; trains; Roleplay.
What I'm not into:
Solid human waste; blood; extreme age/BDSM play.
