Liz and I met when she graduated university and started work at a factory where I was employed. We shortly moved in together and, after 28 day, were married. I was clueless about her sexual background, but soon learned she was incapable of keeping her panties on. She didn’t tell me until much later that she was fucking two engineers who worked at the same factory, along with a supervisor and two maintenance men. She was a tiny 4’11” sex machine, without morals. The pussy she carried around was, in her mind, an orifice to be randomly used for sexual gratification. I truly can’t tell you when she opened up to me about her infidelity. Suffice it to say, she eventually did. After that I insisted that we relocate to get away from it all.