I got a job teaching English at a high school north of Orlando, and lived in a small apartment as I got settled in.
We had been married for eight years at the time the main events of this story began, when I was thirty-two years old and Bill was thirty-eight.
I had never been a cheerleader, and I guess that I was trying to capture at least a sliver of that experience by advising them and being around them.
After teaching the first year, I was invited to a college football game by a friend of my family’s, who knew that I was still single.
It enhanced his ego to be able to share me with others, and he loved to watch me being fucked.
Although I kept up my studies and grades, by the time I began my junior year, I was a total submissive, slut, party girl who was regularly fucking Kevin and eight of his friends.