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The Dumpster Files: Kelli

Another wife tells her sordid story on The Dumpster Files blog site.

I usually don’t do things like this. I am not a person who likes to share my dirty laundry. I try to keep everything personal. What I am trying to say is that this isn’t me. I am way out of my comfort zone!

Deep Breath

I was reading some of my usual erotica while in the bathtub. It helps to get me in the mood, especially when I am alone with Lenny or Lawrence, my husband. I call him Lenny, but he hates it when anyone else calls him that, so moving forward, I will call him Lawrence.

You’re stalling, Kelli!

Well, I was reading a blog on this very site, The Dumpster Files. It seems everyone can come on here and dump their dirty laundry and get things off their chest. I read about a woman that cheated on her husband, and the other guy used her as a cum dumpster, and she liked it. I should have been disgusted, but I have to admit I am doing the same. I have another guy in my life, and that’s exactly what I am to him, a cum dumpster, and like her, I love it! I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, which I don’t.

Stalling!

Okay fine! I will start at the beginning.

I will name him Desmond. Of course, that’s not his real name. My name isn’t really Kelli, and in admittance, Lawrence isn’t my husband’s name.

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I was born in the American Midwest, and my childhood was pretty normal. I was a cheerleader at my high school, home of the Buffaloes. Our high school football team was the pride and joy of our small town. There wasn’t one place open during a football game; the whole town would come out and watch. Although we never made it to the state championships, we did have a winning record the entire time I went there.

As a cheerleader, I always caught the eyes of many men, young, average, and old. I loved staying in shape, mainly because the rest of my family, including my younger siblings, were the size of barrels. The saying that most Americans were obese was meant for my family. I didn’t want to be like them, so I worked out and prepared my own meals by the time I was eleven.

After high school, I took off like a rocket out of that small town. I was nineteen when I left, and I never returned. Not that I hated my family, but they were a literal anchor holding me down. I didn’t want to be like Mom and Dad and work dead-end jobs in retail or the food industry for the rest of my life.

I got a scholarship for a nice university in Miami (I’m not telling you where I went exactly, but I always liked the orange and green of UM, so you will get that). I loved it. It was so close to the beaches and the nightlife. Being landlocked for most of my life was horrible, so it was good to see the ocean for the first time.

I became a cheerleader again and caught the eye of many men again. My blonde hair, big tits, and slim waist, and I had to say I had the best ass on the team, which included the Hispanic and Black girls; they were envious of me.

I lost my virginity to Jose, one of the basketball players. It wasn’t very pleasant. I didn’t know why people thought it was a big deal. That was until I had a second chance with Gregory. He was also a basketball player (What can I say? Back then, I had a thing for jocks). My god, I was screaming so loud that the whole dorm could hear me.

For the rest of my college years, Gregory and I dated; I was sure he was going to take me with him when he joined the NBA, but no! The asshole took Penny, one of the smart geeks that hung out in the library and played D&D. What the fuck was that?

Gregory said he wanted someone who looked intelligent on his arm when he got signed, not some dumb blonde. I wasn’t dumb! Sure, I failed a few classes, but I wasn’t dumb! (Okay, maybe a little). After that, I swore off Black men, fuck that saying once you go black, fuck them all!

After college, I pursued law, and I was good at it, not courtroom law. I sucked at being in the courtroom, but the filing of papers and sorting out the facts from the lies. I was at the top of the top. Soon, I got hired by one of the most prestigious law firms in the city of Miami (I’m still not telling you where I really am).

It was in those years that I met Lawrence. I was playing beach volleyball with some friends when he and his boys came to the beach and wanted to play with us. I loved him from first sight. Dark black hair, these green eyes and chiseled white skin and abs, the guy had abs on top of abs, and when he took off that shirt, and I saw that V that disappeared into his shorts, I was his for the taking, literally! I mean, we fucked in the back of his F-250 that night on the beach.

We got married four months after meeting. I wanted him to be mine and only mine, so I locked him down the moment Lawrence got down on one knee.

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There were warning signs, huge red flags waving in the wind, but I ignored all of them just because Lawrence had a great body and a huge white cock. Did I mention he had rock-hard abs? Or that he had a huge cock? No, well, it was unbelievable! After that first night in the back of his truck, I was a Size Queen. Yes, no more small cocks, or average cocks for me.

I loved being filled with Lawrence’s long, thick cock. I measured the length and girth a few times, and let me say it blew the average out of the water.

After we got married, things started going downhill fast. The first red flag I should have seen was that Lawrence never wanted to take me to his apartment, house, or wherever he lived.

I thought it was weird at first, but he said his roommates were strange, and he didn’t want them to ruin our relationship, so we always came back to my place or a motel.

The second flag was that Lawrence always took me to cheap places, or the one time he took me to a nice restaurant, his card was declined, and I had to pay. Yes, I know, red flags, but I was getting fucked so hard and so good my brain went to mush.

It took six months into our marriage to realize Lawrence was terrible with money. Within those six months, his truck got repossessed. I found out he was living with his uncle before he moved in with me, and his main source of income was ride-sharing and other apps like Uber Eats. He had told me he was a contractor; I didn’t think to ask what kind.

I wanted to divorce him before the year was up, but he kept telling me he would get better. And he did. Lawrence found a decent job driving trucks for a retail store (again, not his real job, but it did involve driving trucks). It was in town, so he was up at the crack of dawn and got home late. I was happy he was making an actual paycheck.

Fast forward two years. That’s when things got out of control.

I had just finished sunbathing and playing volleyball with my friends when I went to fill up my car. My card was declined both at the pump and inside, and even my credit card was declined. I was furious, so I had to get my mom to send me money through my Cash App account.

I had separated my accounts from Lawrence after he lost his job with the trucking company and started gambling. He went into rehab for it and then got another job.

“What the fuck!” I yelled as I came into the house.

“What, now?” Lawrence asked.

“Both of my cards got declined!”

“Oh,” Lawrence said as he swigged his beer. “I was going to put the money back, I swear!”

“What! You went into my accounts?”

“Yeah, I was late on my car payment, and they were going to take it away,” Lawrence said. “I got a check coming in from that job I did last week,” he shrugged. “I was going to put it back.”

“Both cards!” I yelled as I threw them on the counter.

Lawrence’s constant swiping ruined my credit report. If I hadn’t had so much debt, I would have left him, but I couldn’t make it on my own, not anymore.

Lawrence scratched his beer barrel of a stomach.

“Oh, that’s right,” he said, staring at the television. “I had to buy new tires for the car, and I had to pay back John boy, so I bought him a television.”

“You bought John a television with my credit card!” I yelled.

“Calm down,” Lawrence said as he stood up.

Gone were the muscles and the nice hair between drinking and eating everything in sight. Lawrence was not the man I married.

“Fuck you!” I yelled as I went into my bedroom.

I was broke, not just broke, but dead broke. I tried to ask Mom for more money, but I had gone to that well too many times. If it wasn’t for her living in a one-bedroom apartment in Maine (not her real state, but she loves Maine, so why not for this story?), I would have moved in with her and left Lawrence.

I was too proud to ask any of my friends for help, but we needed help badly. I made a decent wage, but all of it was being sucked away by the amount of debt we were in, so I never saw my paychecks.

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“Are you okay?” Desmond asked me one day.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I wiped my eyes as I sat in my car at lunchtime.

“No, you’re not,” Desmond said. “You are usually the first one out the gate to go to that barbecue place down the road.”

I smiled. “Yeah, trying to cut down, started putting on weight,” I lied. I couldn’t afford to go out to eat.

“What’s really wrong?” Desmond asked as he stood by my car.

Desmond was one of the security guards, and he and I often talked about sports and music. I sighed and stared into those brown eyes.

I told him everything. I know I shouldn’t talk badly about Lawrence; the people at the rehab said he had an addiction problem. I knew he had issues the first year I was with him, and I stuck with him for three. I couldn’t just up and leave.

“Stay at my place,” Desmond said.

“What, no!” I shook my head.

“Can you afford next month’s rent?” Desmond asked.

“I am already a month behind,” I sighed.

“Well then,” Desmond smiled. “I got plenty of room, it’s just me since Laurie moved out.”

Laurie was his daughter. Desmond was a single father who raised Laurie by himself from the age of four. I had seen pictures of the good-looking young woman, and I was proud of her. I wasn’t able to have kids, so I lived my motherly life through other people’s kids.

Laurie was my favorite, even though I never met her. Laurie was going to college and wanted to be a nurse like her mother. Desmond’s wife passed away just before Laurie’s fourth birthday; a hit-and-run driver took her away.

“Okay,” I nodded. “But only for a little while.”

“As long as you need, no rush,” Desmond grinned.

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Lawrence wasn’t thrilled about it, but there was no other choice. We were sinking in debt fast, and there was no way out.

Desmond was right about his house. It was huge, with a pool and four large bedrooms. The living room alone was bigger than our whole apartment.

The first week of living there was just getting familiar with everything.

“I am having a few friends over for a pool party tomorrow,” Desmond announced at breakfast.

“Okay, we will try to stay out of the way,” I told him.

“No, you guys should definitely come down and have fun,” Desmond patted us on the back. “You deserve it.”

Desmond refused to let us pay our way. He paid for the groceries and even filled our gas tank when we needed it.

He said it was what his wife would want him to do; she was very religious and involved in charities.

I had seen pictures of her around the house, just like her daughter. His wife was beautiful.

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“Wow!” one of Desmond’s female friends said as I came down to the pool. “Wish I had the body to pull that off,” she said as she saw me in my bikini.

“Don’t,” I shook my head. “Years and years of practice and hard work.”

“Well, it looks good,” she smiled as she introduced herself.

The party was in full swing, and Lawrence was drinking like a fish.

“I need a partner!” Desmond yelled from the pool.

They were playing a pool game; I saw my new friend on the shoulders of her husband.

“Two wins in a row!” Gaby yelled victoriously on Luke’s shoulders.

I looked at Lawrence, who was passed out on one of the lounge chairs. “I’m in!” I volunteered.

I jumped into the large pool and swam over to Desmond. He quickly and easily lifted me out of the pool and onto his shoulders.

“No biting or scratching!” Gaby said as the two men got close.

I knew the game; I had to push and shove to get Gaby to fall off.

The two of us went at it with Desmond’s firm grip on my thighs and my upper body strength. We won four games in a row.

After the party, Desmond carried Lawrence up to our bedroom.

“Sorry about that,” I said as Lawrence didn’t wake up.

“Who cares?” Desmond shrugged.

I closed the door and smiled. “I had a blast today, forgot what it felt like to forget everything and enjoy myself.”

“You will be fine,” Desmond grinned and headed for his room.

I went back to my bedroom and got ready for bed. For hours, I tossed and turned, and finally, when I realized I couldn’t sleep, I got up and headed for the stairs.

I stopped at Desmond’s door, which was cracked open a little. I heard splashing water, and then I heard my voice.

I quietly crept up to the door and peeked through.

I couldn’t believe it. Desmond was stroking his cock to the backyard camera of us in the pool.

“God Dayum those are some big ass tits!” Desmond was stroking his cock with both hands.

My Size Queen personality couldn’t stop looking at the monster cock. It was bigger than Lawrence’s, which was incredible because I thought there couldn’t be a cock bigger than what I already had.

I had to put my legs together to stop myself from sliding my fingers into me. I watched as he stroked it up and down, up and down.

‘Shit!’ I thought as he heard me moan.

We locked eyes for a moment, and then I took off, running toward my room and locking the door. I heard him outside the door and hoped he wouldn’t knock on it. I saw the shadow under the door standing there for a few seconds, and then it went away.

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I tried to avoid Desmond as much as possible, but we lived in the same house and worked together. It was only a matter of time before we would have to talk to each other.

“How low can you go? “ I sang my favorite song and danced in the kitchen while I made dinner.

Lawrence was out getting a job, and Desmond was at the gym. I had the house to myself. “Low, low, low,” I said as I danced in the kitchen.

“Damn, you got some nice moves!” Desmond’s voice scared me as he came into the kitchen.

I turned off the speaker and stared at him.

“I didn’t think you would be back so soon,” I said in barely a whisper as Desmond approached me.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Desmond reached past me, grabbed a cup, and then went to the fridge. “How long are you going to try to avoid me?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

He eyed me up and down. I was wearing my favorite flannel shirt and my jean shorts. My top was nearly all the way open; it was hot today.

“It’s okay you know,” Desmond said. “I don’t feel bad, or feel like any of us should be upset, if anything I owe you an apology.”

“Me?” I laughed. “You were the one,” I paused as I stared at his crotch. “Exposed.”

“Yeah, but I was looking at a recording of you,” Desmond was close to me again.

I didn’t want to tell him that I had been thinking about him, nearly night and day, at work, at home, everywhere. I wanted his cock, I wanted his huge, massive, thick black cock.

“It’s your house,” I shrugged.

“Oh?” Demond got closer.

My breathing got more rapid as he was inches away from me. I was getting uncontrollably excited as he looked down at my exposed chest; he could see right down my shirt and at my bra.

“I like what I see,” Desmond said as his hand reached out for my top.

I didn’t say a word as he undid one of the buttons, then another.

‘Fucking take me!’ I thought as I stared at him. ‘Take me right now!’

The door opened, and we heard Lawrence come in. “I found a job!” he yelled.

“Saved by the bell,” Desmond grinned.

‘Fucking asshole!’ I thought as Lawrence came in and told me about his new job.

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It took another week for the opportunity to arise again. Lawrence was always around, and Desmond and I were never alone at the same time.

But it was football night, and the boys were drinking downstairs. I put on my shorts and football jersey and joined them on the couch.

I kept returning for refills for Lawrence. The moment he emptied a bottle, I was there with another one.

Desmond was smiling at me.

By the third quarter, Lawrence had passed out.

Desmond didn’t hesitate to get close to me.

His hand was on my leg and mine on his crotch.

“So, fucking big!” I said, squeezing his thick cock.

“Take it out,” Desmond said.

I was four moves ahead of him; in my mind, it was already in my mouth. I didn’t even look at Lawrence, who was sitting directly behind me.

“Mmm,” I said as my mouth took his thick cock inside.

Even with me sucking on the head and part of it, I could still wrap two hands around the rest. Unlike Lawrence’s, my fingers didn’t wrap completely around it.

‘Damn I want this deep inside me!’ I thought as I sucked on it.

Desmond was squeezing my tits through the fabric of the jersey. “Get down there and fuck my cock with those big ass titties!”

“Okay,” I grinned.

I got down on my knees and lifted my jersey. I gripped Desmond’s monster cock and slid it under my bra and between my tits.

I looked beside Desmond at Lawrence, snoring away.

If he woke up, he would catch me tit fucking the man beside him.

I bounced my tits up and down Desmond’s thick cock, licking the head of his cock as it came up.

“Like this?” I asked.

“Yes, exactly like that,” Desmond grinned. “I want you to do this daily from now on.”

“Okay,” I smiled. “And what are you going to do for me?” I teased.

“Let me show you,” Desmond smiled as he got down on the floor.

He had my shorts off in record time, and his head was between my legs in seconds. Within minutes, I was clawing at the tiled floor.

“My god!” I yelled as I approached another orgasm.

He hadn’t even put his cock in me, and I had already orgasmed more times than I could count. Lawrence couldn’t make me do that, not multiple times. I was jelly in Desmond’s hands.

“Now, I can start,” Desmond said. “A body like this was built for black cock!”

I yelped as the head of Desmond’s monster pushed inside me.

“Oh yeah,” Desmond nodded as he stared down at me. “Knew you were tight as fuck from the moment I saw you.”

He gripped me tightly and slid more of his cock into me. “You know what, he doesn’t get to see this, if he wakes up.”

Desmond hoisted me up off the floor like a parent picking up a small child. He put me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs and into his room.

Desmond slammed the door shut and then put me on the bed.

I barely had time to take my bra off before Desmond was shoving his cock back into me. When Lawrence woke up, he would see my panties and my shorts on the floor, along with Desmond’s shirt.

I didn’t care about that now, as I was being fucked like a rag doll.

“Fuck yes!” Desmond grunted as he fucked me. “I am going to fuck you as much as possible, every chance I get!”

“Yes,” I said, wrapping my arms and legs around this black god. He was fucking me harder and deeper than Lawrence and longer.

I felt him cumming and tightened my grip on him. “Don’t pull out, dump your cum into me!”

“My pleasure!” Desmond said as he slammed his cock balls deep inside me.

I felt him cumming, dumping his load into me.

That night he dumped four loads of glorious cum inside me, down my throat and in my ass.

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I woke up the next morning expecting Lawrence to be outside Desmond’s room, mad at me. When he wasn’t there, I expected to look out the window and see his car gone. It was still there. I looked in our bedroom, and he wasn’t there.

“He couldn’t have,” I said as I rushed down the stairs.

There he was, on the couch where we left him, still snoring. He hadn’t moved an inch.

He was still in the same position he was in when I was tit fucking Desmond.

“Oh well,” I shrugged.

I picked up the clothes on the floor. Cleaned the tables of the beer bottles and any other evidence of last night’s adventure.

Desmond laughed as I told him.

Desmond picked me up and put me on the kitchen counter, and fucked me again. As I made my way upstairs. Desmond clapped his hands loudly.

“What?” Lawrence said.

I smiled as I took a shower, and Lawrence apologized for sleeping on the couch. Before I got in the shower, I jumped into our bed and rolled around in it, making it look like I slept in it.

“It’s okay honey,” I said as I cleaned out Desmond’s cum as it leaked out of me.

“I will make it up to you,” Lawrence said as I got out of the shower, fresh and clean.

“I know you will,” I kissed him. “I got to go to the gym,” I smiled.

“Mind if I go with you?” Desmond asked.

“Not at all,” I shrugged.

“I have to fill out some new forms,” Lawrence said. “I have a feeling this job will be better than the rest,” he grinned. “I might be away for a while it’s long-haul trucking.”

“I know honey,” I held his hand and stared into his eyes. “I am very proud of you!”

“Same here,” Desmond said, patting Lawrence on the back. “Anything you need, you just ask, okay. I am here for both of you!”

Lawrence didn’t even notice that while Desmond had his hand on his back, his other hand was on my ass.

“Thanks Desmond,” Lawrence said.

“No,” Desmond took both hands and put it on Lawrence. “You do what you got to do, to get clean and be that man that this one married.”

“I will,” Lawrence nodded. He looked at me. “I will be better than that man you married, if you give me the chance?”

“Of course,” I grinned. “Whatever it takes, I will be here.”

Desmond and I left the house and headed for the gym. After we parked in the lot, I rushed over to his truck.

“Where to, really?” I asked as I put my hair in a ponytail.

“I know a place,” Desmond said as I took out his cock and started sucking on it.

“Let me know when we get there,” I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock as we drove off.

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That was three years ago.

Lawrence has been clean of alcohol and drugs and has had the same steady job since that day. A year later, we moved out of Desmond’s house, but not too far, less than twenty minutes.

Desmond and Lawrence are good friends. When Lawrence returns home from his long drives, they usually hang out.

Desmond is married to one of my old friends, and even though she moved in with him, she doesn’t know about Desmond and me. She might think she gets all of him to herself, but she is dead wrong.

Only I know how to rock his world; the moment she doesn’t perform well or says she has a headache or anything of the sort, he texts or calls me. His cum dumpster and that’s what I will always be, just for him.

And that’s my Dumpster Files admission. Go ahead, call me all the names under the sun, judge me, say that my husband should divorce me, and all the other things you want to say, but you will be saying them there behind your keyboard and monitor, and I will be here, so what good will it do? Nothing!

Like the one before, you will never know my real name or anyone involved in this Dumpster File. We could be living right next door, and you would never know it. I could be the blonde, redhead, or brunette you wave to at the grocery store or the legal attorney taking your traffic case, and I will do it all with a smile. Have a good day now, Kelli!

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