Gentlemen, let me revive this outstanding thread with a promise fulfilled. I made it back last October - you'll find it at the bottom of page 2. Well I now have a definitive account of the details which I blive will interest some of you regards the subject matter in question; female past revelations.


It’s the story of defining incidents in my wife’s near past – just a decade ago, which formed the basis of our initial relationship, the grounds of her blossoming sexuality, and a big part of the kicks I get from being with her.

It took me a decade of gently/drunkenly probing and persuading to get the absolute facts out of her about a particular adventure of hers which was large in her life just at the time we got together.

Here goes with the backstory:
As I said previously – she was a hot 19, just off her 20th birthday, fresh out of drama college, worked with me and was also a part-time cabaret show dancer and occasional model, and worked weekend nights as a barmaid. She was shy, though pretty popular with the males who knew her – she had worked bars since 18 due to her brothers being older and running with the bar&club owning fraternity of the city.

Pam at 19 – a tall 5’7”, buoyant 36c rack which really did form the perfect mesmerising sight in tight Ts; Long toned dancer’s legs and an ass which was identical (I mean IDENTICAL) to the model Caprice’s at the time (you can see this in Caprice’s nude shoots for a magazine back in the 90s) – not large but which left you in no doubt about its long firm jutting feminine presence.

She was a dark brunette – long hair down to her shoulder blades, straight and shiny; great sallow skin; hardly ever wore makeup, took a great tan. There will be eventual proof of all this at the end of my tale – I shall up some censored shots of her at precisely that age; doubters need not apply.

So back then I was in this working/partying relationship with her; chemistry there but she was long-term in with her teenage boyfriend – a first-love which was rocky and failing; he was a jack-the-lad, she was every jack’s target. I also had a girl who’d been with me some time, though I was anything but the good boy I had her believe. Who is?
But Pam was faithful to all intents; or so everyone believed.

Late summer she went on a 10-day vacation to southern Spain with 3 other girls; occasional pals, two of whom she went to college with. One of the girls’ parents owned a large apartment in a popular Spanish costal resort, so off they went for some ‘girly fun’.

Then, a month later at work she had developed a bit of a cold sore on her chin. It was a red blemish which was unsightly against her natural beauty. She got worried about it because of the show/modelling work – eventually had to take antibiotics in case it spread; was relieved it wasn’t herpes. That had been her main worry – some of the more jealous b*tches in at work had spread rumours about her holiday antics based on their assumption about the blemish; Pam had been confiding in me about her worries – that her bf might get suspicious.

I wondered. I certainly wondered, especially when after a few drinks on night at a work pub crawl she was left alone with me at a bar table and blurted out about feeling panicked due to what happened in Spain and what did I think about girls getting up to stuff on holiday, and what would her bf think, etc, etc. Woah!

I got her to slow it; I was thumping about what I was hearing – Pam guilty? About what exactly? Were rumours bringing out some form of confession? Was I to be the confessor? I put on my Torquemada hood, urged her to unburden her filthy soul…

And over the course of a few weeks I got various little confessions, and was used as a meter for her bf’s possible reaction – it seems that one or two of the other girls on the trip had been very, very loose with their mouths and spilled a then unknown quantity of beans among their ‘trusty’ girlfriends about what (or who) went down on the trip.

I tell you, fellas, remembering back to that point it was like fucking Christmas every day I encountered Pam, awaiting her ‘confidence’ , trying to conjure ways to lever out details, get her talking unguardedly about the gossip. What I did manage to get back then was revealed thus:

1) She talked at first about feeling like a ‘sl*t’, a bit disgusted about herself. I probed on that a while and after a few days she spoke of the girls having a ‘snogging’ contest around the resort bars, getting really drunk and hitting on lucky bastards. This was the worry about her blemish – that she’d caught it off some unlikely herpes-riddled fluky loser who’d just been fortunate enough o be in range.

2) She would then talk in specifics about certian points of the holiday – about walking alone along the long beach to get back to the girls’ apartment ‘at dawn’. About certain guys – Irish, a Dutch guy, an Italian guy – naming them/bars they’d met them in/what the guys did – two worked there. About an English half-Indian guy who was wealthy, with lots of his buddies on a boy’s vacation. About some of the other girls and how ‘outrageous’ quiet Debbie was, about how unexpected the behaviour of apartment-owning (well, her parents) Kirsty had been. And Susan, her former college best-buddy who had done something which really rankled with Pam – and seemed to be the main bean-spiller.

It was still somewhat vague and lacked detail. I pressed to get it all together and nothing jarred more revelation until a taxi journey home after our work Xmas night out. Just me and her – she lived beyond my home around a few miles so we were taxi-sharing. Traffic was heavy for that time of night and we got stuck in a jam. Drunk, we got talking and it turned to relationships – she had split with her bf a few weeks before and I saw my chance to play confidant again and expressed my ‘concern’ that it wasn’t to do with the mean rumours about her trip.

And it was around 20 minutes into that subject that she lit the first flame of our own relationship when she confessed to having ‘gotten-off’ with a guy the first night of the vacation. I probed a bit more – what did she mean? Didn’t I already know that? Y’know, the snogging contest,etc…

Well, not really, she hesitated…

Ah, c’mon, get it off your chest for fuck’s sake, it’s only me and you in here…

Bingo – hot drunk 19/20 y-old unber-hottie sighs and admits ‘ well, okay – I sort of went back to his place and…

Yeah?

..Well, I ended up jerking them off…

Okay. I kept it together. ‘Them’. A slip? A drunken grammatical error?
Like fuck, I thought. There’s gold here, real fucking gold. I only just tapped the seam and she let me see a sliver of the glorious future that lay within.

So, dear readers, lads, gentlemen of like-mind – I won’t now list in numbing order the incidents of more revelation.
I will instead quickly fill you in what led to this entire story – we got together after that New Year and we’ve been together since; and ever since I’ve gradually mined the seam, getting the full picture of events. In our time together, aside from the walk to the gallows - sorry, up the aisle – Pam has become a fully-realised sexual woman, so to speak; I’ve found her penchant for getting down clothing-optional beaches on vacation – something we discovered in the first year of our full relationship on vacation when we accidentally wandered among nudists.
Since then she has always admitted to a sexual thrill when lying out sunning naked knowing other guys are walking past/voyeuring an eyeful of her naturally hot body. She’s gone from bush to bare depending on how horny she feels and how much pussy she wants to show off. She flashes for my camera in public places and will get down to some quickie shagging if she thinks we won’t (quite) get caught.

It’s been pretty much a joy and all along I’ve worked that truth out of her – about what really went down in Spain a decade ago; it’s been liberating for her, I think, to tell all and marvellous for me to get it all blow-by-blow; certainly fuelled a few nights fantasy and a few notebooks along the way; yes fellas, I did start noting it down –she was prone to drunken revelation then sober denial in the early days so like any good detective I kept my notes – ‘strictly the facts, M’am.’

So her gradual decade-long confession of her wild vacation which shaped he sexual being has finally matured to this version of events. Nearly a year after I declared on here I’d have it nailed after a drunken weekend. Well, it took a few drunken weekends, I can tell you. Older and more guarded I’d say she ‘s become. And I like when reading others’ tales to believe it’s the truth. So to tell my own I’m making damn sure I got the truth from her, having plied her with plenty drink to cross-reference previous confessions.

If you’ve stuck with this intro so far, let’s get on with the telling. Probably having to post it up in a few parts, let’s get back a decade to that ‘quiet’ girls’ vacation week in the sun and everything I’ve heard out my own sweet wife’s mouth about it since. Launch PART ONE:

The four of them – Pam, Kirsty, Debbie, and Susan all had boyfriends. On the plane on the way over, inebriated, they made the usual ‘what goes to Spain stays in Spain’ pact not to tell. But not realising they would have anything TO tell.

First night out on town there was indeed the snogging-contest challenge; all partook of grabbing fanciable males and kissing the face off them. After hours of this and scores each into the double figures, plus numerous cheap cocktails anything was on the cards.

And, what with Pamela and Susan being of similar stature and looks – Susan a paler brunette with shorter bobbed hair and larger tits; a cool look about her – male attention was overwhelming.
Kirsty – who I had eyed up myself on the 2 occasions I’d seen her around town - was a strawberry-blonde with a great smile and ringleted long hair. Nice proportioned bod – not tall, about average height. Debbie was a busty little cheeky type – You saw her tits first, then the freckled sweet face with pouty lips, auburn bobbed hair; an attractive little package.

So late on that drunken first night Pam hooked up with a young Asian (Half-Indian) guy and his mates. The guy invited her back for a late drink at their hotel. She went, leaving her pals, tho’ they knew where she was going.
She ended up at a nice place, sat around the hotel pool with a mixed crowd, drinking in the low light.

Bar shut eventually and she went into the guy’s poolside apartment with him to get more booze from his fridge. He made a move, they were making out just yards away from the crowd. He fumbled her elastic top down about her waist, - she was full and firm with no bra on – fondled those great tits, plucked her hard, tight burgundy nipples; they get a good thumbnail erect when she’s buzzing.

Pam groped his crotch through his shorts. He got more into it, slipped his hand down her tight white pants, got his fingers into her bush (she had a curly little rectangular patch atop trimmer undercarriage at the time – not completely shaven at that point in the holiday).

Pamela admitted she panicked a bit, wondered where it was going, but was horny enough to make her own move – she slowly went down on him, all the time frantic in her mind at what she was doing; the sensible one-prick princess everyone believed her to be. But she went for it, that buzz of vacation freedom reaching her clit, and took out a long brown cock – she was startled at first under the kitchen light to have a slim but lengthy non-white weapon in her hand. Fired with a spike of arousal, she took him in her mouth, slow then slurping hungrily on it as she admitted she was wet as hell. He was circumcised, another first she claimed, and she remembered enjoying the difference from her boyfriend.

The guy was breathing heavy and she stopped, looked up – he was glancing between this beauty sucking his dick and outside. Pam realised the kitchen of the apartment had a single long slim window that started about three foot up and ran to the ceiling – some of his mates could clearly see in from the poolside and were watching intently.

This brokered two reactions – she was mortified, then horny; she kissed the tip of his cock, with her eyes still glancing to the eager voyeurs, then jerked him fast engulfing the tip. But he was obviously overwhelmed by the situation and as he mumbled something to her she pulled his dick from her mouth, looked up. He gasped, apologized and groaned all at once, and before she pulled away streams of jizz splattered across her mouth and chin and onto her bare tits. She let go, jumped back and scrambled from outside view.

Pam managed to clean herself up, had a bit of embarrassment from him but they both went back outside to some clapping and ribbing from his buddies. She stayed another hour or so then got a taxi back to her own vacation apartments before the guy tried to make another move – she remembers his friends beginning to get frisky and a bit lewd and thinking they might all be in for a shot.

It took her a while before getting off to sleep at dawn – she was so buzzed and consumed with guilt yet amazed at her own limitations and how far she had pushed; she wanted to masturbate but was too tired /drunk and it had been too much of a mindfuck for such a quiet girl to process at that late hour, so her frustrations went unattended. A fire had been lit in her youthful libido, and it wasn't burning with any intention of getting doused out. She remembered waking up mid-late morning, her crotch hotter than the Spanish sun and wondering what the hell had gripped her; Something which might have contributed to her following day shenanigans.

Okay, got that part down. If there's any life/interest still in this thread I'll follow up with the next bit. Hope you enjoyed this start.

Thanks for the interest.

So I'll post the next part of the 'memoir' in a day or so.

Okay, got it together off the docx I'm writing it all on. Here's part two of my wife's 'confession' about her defining girls' vacation:

Taking it form the endof Part one above...

When she told me of that first night's encounter way back when we were at work she had blurted it out like a suspect getting a major crime off their chest quick as they could; probably due to the build up of workplace rumours and her feeling guilt at using me as a confidant whilst not completely letting me into the real story. Took quite a few retellings of the incident to get the more detailed account I just gave you but it was worth it (for me anyway) in the end.

After that, it became easier for her to speak and for me to prise the REAL down and dirty details from her. Around a week after her first confession I pressed for further enlightenment so I could ‘understand fully’ her dilemma. I was a right wide boy back then, playing father confessor and lapping it up. And today after digigng her up all through our time together I now have the definitive version, so on we go…

The next day she was up at noon and poolside with her friends. A few probing questions but she fobbed them off; nothing happened, quiet drinks with his buddies, etc. Her own mind was in turmoil – there was some guilt-ridden self-recrimination but she admitted that even the thought of the encounter gave her a lightness of being and tingle of excitement in her loins; it was a classic case of holiday fever – a staid young girl realising she perhaps could really follow her libidinous nature without any great repercussions.

Of the other girls, Pamela was closest to Kirsty. The apartment they occupied was in a hotel complex but owned by Kirsty’s parents. Pam knew her from childhood and through their dance college education. Kirsty as I said was a sparkly, ringleted natural blonde, just short of being tall enough to be a model, but sweet as heck to look at. Pam confided in her by the pool that day because she also was in the position of having a ‘serious’ long-term boyfriend back home, whereas the other two girls' relationships with their guys were a little more casual.

Pam said Kirsty seemed as thrilled about some of the details of Pam’s night adventure as she’d ever seen her.
Kirsty only commented by reminding Pam of their 'what goes on holiday…’ pact. Pamela relaxed a little after that; Kirsty, her one-prick princess ‘meter’, seemed only to register approval; Pam’s excited flutter played teasingly in her belly.

During the poolside day the entertainment staff of the Hotel which shared the apartment complex’s pool were doing the rounds – one male dancer in particular caught her eye as the guys chatted up Pam and her mates. He was an Italian lothario-type called Luca. They watched the guys’ show that night before hitting the resort bars again.
Pamela was going to be reserved, sober, or so she had planned. She wanted to avoid the asian guy from the previous night but they never encountered him anyway. Instead things got interesting after a vigorous cocktail
hour when they met some Irish boys they had been snogging the night before.

This time Debbie, the smaller girl with the freckles and pneumatic bust made the running, teasing and exchanging banter with the lads. Ultimately Pam remembers being left with Debbie and two Irish guys – she with Michael, a tall slender bloke with a winning smile. She liked his voice, his Irish brogue but drinks and disco was all she had planned. However, in some disco in the small hours Debbie hauled her into the ladies’ restrooms and outlined her intentions to go back to the boys’ apartment with the Irish lad who had been making out with her on the dancefloor. This guy, Shaun, apparently had a girlfriend back home and wasn’t going to try anything on (aye, right). Debbie wanted to go back for a coffee at least and see whatever happened but wanted Pam to come along as testimony that it was all platonic if her own boyfriend ever found out she’d done so.

Funny how women can convince themselves nothing is going to happen when obviously us blokes are completely consumed with the idea that something will definitely happen…

So, Pam went back with Debbie, Shaun and Michael to the boys’ place, a single-bedroom apartment. The lads had it well sorted and after a strong drink Shaun left Pamela and Michael alone in the living/kitchen area as he went to intercept Debbie on her way back from the loo. Pam heard Debbie giggling drunkenly then the sound of her hustling into the bedroom with Shaun. Michael turned up the background music and joined Pam on the couch, which he explained turned into his bed. Of course he showed her how it folded out into a comfortable double bed, and she felt obliged to take another drink with him and indulge in some mild making-out.

He moved it up a gear by feeling her up, slipping a hand into her top. Any resistance was quelled by that fluttering excitement and the amount of alcohol she’d consumed. He was playing with her firm tits and thickening nipples. Pam relented, let him remove her top and bra, put his mouth on her breasts, tweaking, kneading. Then she took a bit of control, making him remove his top and jeans. She groped at him as he kicked off his jeans, feeling him solid in his shorts.

She still had that nagging inhibited voice at the back of her mind urging caution but the orgasmic noises cresting over the ambient music from the bedroom a short distance away made it clear little Debbie was fully involved in some unrestrained action. It almost made up Pam’s mind for her but Michael pre-empted that by slipping a hand up her thighs, taking her short denim skirt with it and tugging at her g-string panties. She felt cold air on her crotch, her panties getting pulled down, his palm suddenly cupping her mound, fingers delving. The rush of heat in her pussy is something she says frightened her at the time – just about knocking her out the ballpark as two fingers slipped easily between her swollen folds up her.

She was working his shaft outside his underwear. As he worked his fingers in and out she hauled his shorts down, grasping a decent length thin cock. But then as she slid her hand around his groin she got hold of a big pair of drooping balls. And balls are one of Pam’s main ‘things’. She was always fascinated by them, she tells – from early stirrings to actual sight and feel, mens’ balls occupy her sexual mind as tits do ours.

And back then, with Irish Michael she had hold of a pair very different to her boyfriend’s average tight nuts. The night previous her frantic fumblings had only released the Asian guy’s cock and she’d never had time to indulge her full curiosity. But on the fold-out bed with the lounge still well-lit she had time to fondle a pair she estimated roughly the size of two full ripe plums held in a large scrotum.

Pressed close as they were she could feel his precum on her belly above her skirt. The denim provided more of a psychological barrier than physical, however, because Michael’s fingers were deep in her pussy and only making it hungrier for more.

Pamela made a conscious decision to break the spell, find some respite –she pulled away from his kisses, got his hand free off her crotch and slid her head down to his groin. There, she could take in the sight of what she had felt – those pendulous balls. And she couldn’t resist her dominant urges, she remembers - with a spike of arousal so strong it almost had her cumming, she was licking those balls while she worked his cock with her hand.

He lay back a few moments while she took each plum in her mouth, making pleasurable noises – inadvertently giving him her first ‘hummer’. She was still curled round in that position and Michael was able to reach an arm across her back and delve fingers down her bare ass crack into her labia from behind.

He was telling her to ‘be careful’, which she took as a warning he was going to lose it. He mumbled he had a condom, and for the first time Pam had a real jolt of caution; her juices were flowing again, pushing her closer to the edge of no return. And she had a decision to make.

However, before either of them made a move to take it to the full event, commotion out of the bedroom interrupted proceedings and had Michael swearing and scrambling to cover himself: Debbie and Shaun stumbled back into the lounge area, giggling, and both nude.

It shocked Pam quite a bit to see her friend stood there utterly naked. She said she’d never realised how pneumatic a figure Debbie really had and how raw and sexual her full buoyant tits looked with her big rouge nipples standing out like sore thumbs. Pam has rather tan shapely nipples which thicken well with arousal but Debbie’s were eye-catchers. As was her pussy which had an 'V' tuft of auburn above a waxed, very pink-red flushed slit that glistened with the juices spread around her crotch and thighs.

That pussy certainly held Michael's attention as it was at eye-level. Pam’s gaze was ripped from it with a gasp at what Debbie held in her trailing hand, pulling Shaun along; Shaun simply had a very big dick. Pam admits she had never seen or imagined one quite so bulky, and says she still hasn’t to this day, in real life that is; freaks on the net is altogether different.

That night in that room her excited friend was giggling about just having to show Pamela what she’d found in Shaun’s pants. Pam didn’t know what to do – look or laugh or both. Michael, well aware of his buddy’s secret big curiosity, thought it was a hoot; no doubt not the first time he’d been in such a situation with hypnotised girls.

Pamela guesses she sat for a good minute or two just watching Debbie slowly jerk that monster while Shaun stood with his hands behind his back and a shit-eating grin on his face enjoying the girls’ fascination. Debbie broke the spell by asking Pam if she wanted to try it. Pam realised she been sat on the bed with an arm across her tits and her skirt pushed into her crotch to cover her. And Michael was up giving Debbie some attention – he was standing the other side of her, getting a feel of those bazooka tits and slipping a hand intermittently down to her pussy.
Snapping from her temporary trance, Pam realised Debbie was damn well going to let anything and everything happen; it was a feeling that things could spiral right out of her control.

She remembers it as anxiety for the first time overtaking arousal; she wasn’t sure if she was ready even though the pulse in her pussy was matching the pulse she could see in that huge shiny cockhead every time Debbie dragged the foreskin back over it. Pam reckons it was ten or eleven inches and thick with a curving shaft that was like a 'fishing rod with extensions'; as if somebody had added an inch or two at different times over the years. She claims it was and still is the most fascinating sexual sight of her life.

But she wasn’t sure about having it anywhere near her pussy. Debbie had read her misgivings and assured her
‘It fills you right up, feel amazing’ with sparkling eyes and freckles bursting from a delighted grin.

As if to to demonstrate she tugged Shaun’s salmon-sized thing faster, causing Pam to get sight of his completely normal-proprtioned jiggling balls. Pam groaned aloud, and involuntarily. Then Debbie racked it up a bit and grasped Michael’s cock in her other hand, jerking both boys as they stood beside her and announced to Pam with a laugh that she was ‘now on a skiing holiday’.

Again Debbie asked if Pam wanted a shot. Pam was adamant that she couldn’t get dragged into some orgy but
she was hot as hell about what was unfolding in front of her.

Michael was breathing heavy, asked Pam to show him her tits as her groped Debbies’. Pam, still covering, was hesitant but saw Shaun’s eyes on her, felt suddenly brazen and brimming with desire. She took away her arm,
gave both her breasts a mild fondle, twisting her nipples as the boys moaned, ‘oh yes’, with appreciation.

This is where Pam confessed she found a new dimension to her sexual preferences – the feeling of power and
being the object of desire, but still in control of the situation. She wondered about how long that might last because both boys were fingering Debbie whose legs were wobbling. The sounds of Debbie’s pussy getting a vigorous probing and the two cocks being pulled were stoking Pamela’s own fires, moreso when Shaun growled
under his breath for Pam to show him her sn*tch. Debbie, almost pained with being close to cumming, urged,
‘Yea, let them see your pussy, Pam, come on…’

Pam realised her skirt was still in place, obstructing the view. She moved from absently stroking her breasts
while she voyeured to hesitantly lifting the small piece of denim protecting her groin form their keen eyes.
She tried to hold the boys' gazes, she remembered, as she pulled the skirt up and away from her splayed thighs – a mild inhibition at the moment of revelation.

Although when in a normal state Pam has a slight ‘outie’ – her inner labia just protruding like small petals – when she’s very turned on both outer and inner labia swell considerably, giving her a very ‘expressive’ pussy; as was the case then due to Michael’s fingering and the heady sexuality of the unusual scenario – her lips were puffed, open, and soaking with her juices. Her perky clit, too, protruding in a fleshy nub.

Shaun hissed a quiet, appreciative, ‘fuck’ and it was enough for Pam to feel a rush of arousal which demanded she touch herself. She rubbed a little at her clit which shot back one of the biggest sparks of her life; she recalled jerking and swearing and brought two fingers of her other hand from her tits down squishing in and out her sopping hole a good half-dozen times before realising she was not home in her own quiet bed but had a bloody audience!

She pulled her fingers out, breathless, leaving her legs and slit splayed wide and the little patch of pubes atop her prominent mound matted with the juices running off her fingers.

A moment’s pause gripped the room. Pam remembers thinking everyone was about to stop dead and quit with embarrassment, because Debbie hissed, almost bending double with Michael’s fingers firing into in her crack, ‘shit, no, don’t stop now, Pam, no…’

Pamela sat jaw-dropped, lovely firm tits heaving with every intake. Before she could react one way or another, Shaun loosed himself from Debbie’s grip and walked the few short steps right up to the bedside, rhythmically pumping his huge dick in his fist, bringing it right up in front of Pam’s face.

Despite the aggressive nature of that throbbing rod being thrust so close to her, Pam remembers now with a smile the almost apologetic tone of Shaun’s request, delivered with a wince: ‘I’m really close and you’re really hot. Could you finish me off?’

Instinctively, she grasped his phenomenal girth - she did manage to get her fingers round it but recalls only just making the tips of thumb and middle finger touch. She had that feeling of power again and moaned a deep ‘Ooooh,’ at the sensation of his velvet iron smoothness in her hand as she worked him with slow strokes.

She leaned forward too, again the desire to taste and suck that huge purple bulb overcoming her reservations. But she recalls a sudden overwhelming realisation that he had been screwing her pal with it only minutes before – that and the faint taste and smell of condom rubber meant she pulled her stretched mouth off after only a few bobs of her head and instead jerked it faster and licked at him intermittently. When relating it all to me Pam did express regret about not just going for it and sucking some more at that moment.

Yet despite her contrary inner turmoil her own body was responding with out-of-this-world levels of sexual excitement. She’d discovered a few things about herself in those short hours that evening, all of them pleasurable. She was absolutely soaking with arousal and her nipples felt like two little electric terminals. Her clit was shrieking for more attention but as she considered how to best get off without just abandoning herself to cock, another cock was thrust towards her – Michael’s again loomed into view, his heavy balls swinging to and fro, blowing Pam’s senses.

Debbie shuffled onto a kitchen counter surface at the side of the room, sat up there naked and open, her freckled face flushed, unashamedly working on her pussy with both hands.

Pam still attempted to get her wits – was shocked at the wantonness of Debbie as she lay back up there, tits quivering and her sn*tch making the most obscene squelching sounds as her lightning fingers brought her closer to orgasm. And Debbie knew what she wanted – told Pam ‘Get them off Pam, get them to spunk, let me see them spunk…’ and was cumming over and over as Pam, feeling like she was in some crazy dream and sobering up fast took Michael’s dick in her spare hand and tried a bit of ‘skiing’ for herself.

Debbie’s cries urged them all on, Pam told, remembering Shaun groping at her tits, Michael leaning into her, fingers finding her wet folds and working her towards a frenzy.

A frenzy she thought she might not be able to control as well as she had so far. The sensation of holding and wanking two cocks at once was fuzzing her reason - she was drunk on the sexual high and struggling not to give in to it all.

Then she heard Michael’s soft Irish brogue again mention the word condom, but this time to Shaun.
And another sudden rush took Pam – they were both going to fuck her. And it was going to really happen.
And her taut young body roared for it to be so. She closed her eyes, ground on Michael’s fingers, felt an orgasm hit, cried out with the ecstacy of it all.

But he pulled his digits out, and freed his cock from her hand. Pamela, tripping on the crest of a powerful orgasm, gripped Shaun’s oversized tool with both hands, lapped at his balls, mind reeling. He too tried to pull away – and she knew they were going to fuck her.

She lay back short on breath, gasped, shouted, ‘No!’ at them as Michael rummaged in his jeans pocket.
Pam knew what she had to do – knew what she needed to do. And it was another defining sexual moment. She asked them ‘No, I’m not having sex with you both. No. I want you to come. I want to see you cum, too. For me.
Cum on me. I want it all over me!’

Again, this is one of Pam’s kinks – the sight of a man cumming over her gets her off big-style. Back then, it was her teenage boyfriend's method of birth control but a real buzz for her to experience. however on that night the stakes were higher, the thrill possibly doubled. She notes this as a seminal (literally!) moment as the two lads considered her demands with an exchanged glance and Debbie, orgasming furiously on the kitchen surface shouted her approval.

‘Cool,’ was all Shaun said to her as Pamela lay back on the bed, remembering to pull her skirt right off in order just to preserve it. Totally naked, she felt overwhelmingly exposed even despite the events so far. She also attacked her pussy furiously, rubbing her clit at full throttle to give her the will to go through with it as both boys turned back towards her.

Michael stepped up beside the bed but Shaun clambered onto it, propped up on his knees between Pamela’s thighs.
Right then, as he wanked his huge cock up and down right above her streaming pussy she said that if he had attempted to fuck her he would have found no resistance, with no condom required, and Michael couild have thrust into her eager mouth too.

But she never voiced those urgent desires. She jerked around as her fingers rapped her fizzing clit and she pulled on her nipples and she came like a train, yelling out for the boys (her exact recalled words) to ‘Cover me in cum! Wank your cocks over me! Cum all over my tits and c*nt!’

And, note, she rarely uses the word ‘c*nt’ for the usual reasons but then she was almost in a state of orgasmic shock and so completely delirious with arousal she wanted to be as filthy as her remaining inhibitions would allow.

And the boys did as she demanded, fists pumping their dicks fast and furious. Michael first, grimacing as he loosed a thick rope across her tits; Pam forced her eyes to stay wide open and drink in the scene as her orgasms hit hard and in multiple, Michaels jizz amazing her into another shattering orgasm with its consistency, whiteness and quantity. She nearly drunk in more than the scene because Michael’s further shots sprayed up her neck and lastly across her lower lip, just missing her open mouth.

Pam’s eyes turned to Shaun, close but suddenly interrupted by Debbie grasping his long throbbing dick from the side and moaning for him to ‘shoot’ while she worked herself into another cum. Shaun took his hands away gritted his teeth, looked down at Pam who was momentarily confused then instantly thrust into a long howl of an orgasm as Debbie’s small hand frenetically worked that giant slab of cock into a spitting fury; Pam remembers counting four powerful jerks of white cum lashing onto the hand she was frigging her snapping pussy with, spraying the remainder of the ropes up her mound and belly, Shaun staggering forward on his knees, almost on top of her, firing another two wads onto Pam’s trembling tits then a final buck of his hips against Debbie’s hand emptied his balls completely, catching Pam’s cheek with a last shot before he rolled away, laughing.

Pam gave herself to her pussy – closing her eyes and moaning in orgasm another full minute she thinks before her clit began to complain of over-sensitivity and she relented from her assault on it. She felt as Debbie had seemed - completely wanton and downright sexy-dirty; covered in cum, naked, spread wide with tingling nipples, a throbbing clit and swollen, soaked open pussy.

That moment was in her thoughts when she had first opened up to me with her self-recrimination and confessed to have felt like a 'sl*t' and been a bit disgusted with herself back at home.

When she got herself together Michael was still stood there, semi-erect dripping cock in hand watching her with a big lascivious smile. Debbie was giggling with Shaun, tapping his receding weapon, still naked and jiggling her titties about.

Pam got up trembling, feeling the spunk running down her body, aware of her nudity in front of these strangers. Well, two strangers - the boys. Probably even worse for a relatively inexperienced hottie. She used a bedsheet to wipe herself, much to Shaun’s amusement and Michael’s partial complaint which was stymied by an indignant Debbie – what the fuck did he expect Pam to do? Was he going to lick it off?

That brought more amusement from Shaun who was gentlemanly enough to suggest the girls shower. They both went in together. Pam remembers feeling uncomfortable with Debbie’s dynamic form bumping against her own nude body in the shower but Debbie showed no interest in anything other than getting quickly freshened up and getting back to their own apartment – something that surprised Pam given Debbie’s keenness to start some kind of orgy. But she thought the drink and hormone high was wearing off and Debbie was a little fazed by her own actions; even then she was already making Pam promise not to talk about what went on; suited Pam, quite obviously who was still in a state of shock at herself.

They got dressed under the keen supervision of the guys which annoyed Debbie to the point of verbal abuse of Shaun. Pam made her apologies for her pal and they left the two unflustered lads who were already suggesting they meet up again before the end of their vacation.

By the time they got back thye found Kirsty and Susan were both still up, sipping drinks on the balcony of the first-floor apartment. It hadn’t been that long after all, Pam noted and they fielded the mock surprise and gentle ribbing of their peers who were assured with furtive glances between Debbie and Pam that nothing had happened except some kissing and a few drinks.

And so to bed for Pamela, still trembling in a state of shock at her youthful libido and its uncompromising demands. But her stage was set and some desires put in place that would never relent. She views it now as quite an epiphany, that she discovered these vital thrills and had the conviction to act upon them without dire consequences.

Only two days of her wild vacation down and she did not feel sated in her hedonism. What it had done was to give her control of her libidinous urges in a way she could not have imagined but certainly did not fear; in fact she wanted more, truth be told.

So I shall be quicker with a third installment as I work my notes into a readable narritive. Hope you enjoyed this - it's as close to actual events as it can be, as told by my lovely hot woman.

Just clicking thanks is not enough for this great story and great writing

I have heard most of my wifes past sexual history. She is pretty open about it and talks about it, in detail from time to time. My wife too has been fucked by a lot of diffrent guys before we together. Roughly 30 diffrent guys had there dicks in my wife at one time or another from the time she started having sex (high school) until she and I met at 26 years old.
She has several stories from her past that for some reason or another one particular detail I find really hot.
One partiuclar story that jumps to mind is a guy she fucked a vouple years before she and I got together. She and him were friends for a while before and one night slept together. It was runing joke amung there friends that this guy was hung like a horse and that was the topic of comversation, joking casually while drinking, the night they slept together. Accodring to my wife, he was over 10 inches. She said it was very uncomfortable and that he was "too big". She described it is "painfull" and said that once they started she fely like she wanted to cry. He looked down at her, kissed her forehead and said he was "sorry" then pushed all the way inside of her. She recalled gritting her teeth and fighting off tears, just laying there hoping it would end. Finally he emptied himself inside her and it was over.
Something about hearing the way he fucked her to the point of tears was so hot. He basicly brought her down a few notches and humbled her after years of thinking and knowing she was hot.

My wife Susie and I met at college, that said I missed out on her tenure of four years on her high school cheer squad. She's been pretty forthcoming when I ask about past boyfriends or sexual encounters but surprisingly her sister will let slip some tasty nugget that Susie has 'forgotten'. Got to love such moments when Liz spills the beans and Susie's looks could kill !

I just stumbled upon this topic, here in the non fiction section, and find it an utterly fascinating topic. There are several threads open on this subject but this one seems most appropriate for what I have to say on the topic.

First, I would think it very rare for a woman to be completely honest about her sexual past. Let's apply some simple logic. Guys, think of your sexual past. Now ask yourself a question: How many of the women that you have had sexual encounters with would consider the event forgettable? In other words, she might say, "Well, it was just the one time and no one really knows about it," or "I just gave him a blow job and I can't even really remember his name." I recognize that it is hard for us, as men, to think in such a way since we put such emphasis on our sexual conquests. Women, on the other hand, view the topic in a much different fashion.

There is one other factor that should be considered when assessing the validity of your wive's sexual claims. I call it the lowest common denominator. Let say that she admits to you that she swallowed an ex-boyfriend's load one night just to see what it was like or she let some guy fuck her in the ass. Let's also assume that she has never done either thing for you and you have been married to her for years. This introduces the "lowest common denominator" problem into the relationship. I've seen it a million times (not literally but you get my point). Your logic, and dare I say you are on solid ground, is that if she loves you then swallowing and anal sex should be on the table. Of course she may say, "I only did it once and I didn't like it" but good luck getting those kinds of images out of your head. There is a high likelihood that she will never mention either incident to you because she knows that those kinds of activities provide the basis of your long term sexual relationship.

It has been my experience that women only count sexual liaisons that resulted from long term relationships and/or are events that can not be wished away (ie: losing her virginity). I suspect that most women will admit to relations that we are A) likely to already know about or B) could potential be found out about through other associations and/or friends.

My wife had admitted to 4 sexual encounters prior to me. As luck would have it, I am familiar with 3 of the other guys that she admits to having slept with prior to me. The fourth being the luck fella that took her virginity. Lest you think I am only basing the above analysis on my own marriage, I think it's fair to say that the vast majority of my male fiends would agree with me.

Thoughts always welcomed.

I agree. Women have, as I have commented elsewhere, a remarkable ability to live their lives in chapters. Once that chapter is over, she moves on. She remembers the chapter, but its not a part of her current life.

My wife has only once offered any type of sexual "confession" to me. Everything else was, and remains, off limits.

As a good woman friend put it recently to me regarding my wife "you will never know the truth." Old friends cover for each other as well.

I always have lunch on Fridays at the same cafe. Once a month this group of 5 woman, all under 40 have a lunch there also. I have learned to sit within earshot, I have very good hearing, and I love to eavesdrop on their conversation while pretending to work on my PC. I can promise you, these woman know more about each other, especially there sex lives, than their husbands.

The best part was when one of the women "confessed" (if you can confess to something that isn't a sin) that her husband is the only man she ever had sex with. Within 3 months they found a suitable paramour for her and she was getting boned on a weekly basis, husband definitely in the dark. She never complained about her sex life with her husband, they just thought she needed to have something to compare him to.

past
 

my wife doesn't tell anything about her past.
is she hiding something?

Wife's past
 

Well my wife said that her favorite has "always been doggie style", and I usually think about that statement when I'm giving it to her from behind. She also said that she gave head to a few guys, but didn't like it much. She freakin loves it now, cause she sucks my cock a little every day, and gives me a full on suck off at least once a week. I often think about my sweet wife slurping those other cocks. The thing that gets me the hottest, though, is that she told me she went group skinny dipping with her BF and another couple, and let the other guy (and gal, I guess) admire her naked titties.

great!
 

U have a very great woman! U are very luky man!!

I always found it interesting that one would be troubled by their wife's past.
You obviously think she is gorgeous otherwise you would not have married her.
Unless you were her first boyfriend and married her as a virgin, if you find her gorgeous, chances are other guys do as well.
Personally my wife is as open as her memory permits. As am I. Some late night drunken hook-ups are only remembered when talking to friends or being in a particular area. Not trying to hide anything, just not that memorable. I get more taken back by her old long term relationships as she has been in love before. Clearly she would still be with them if it mattered, but that bothers me more than any High School or College guy who she slept with.
If it does bother you, check out the movie Chasing Amy.

hidden pasts
 

I think sometimes it takes events and circumstances to bring out past lives in women, I truly thought my wife was sweet and innocent, and treated her in that way when we married both quite young.
then a neighbour at our first house changed our lives for ever.

Wife before we married
 

My wife told me of a couple of times when she was married to the dummy before me that liked drinking more that pleasing her.

One was when she was in her early 30's and she had a perfect body, blonde, short skirts and guys always came on to her. She worked in a steel shop office where a lot of guys worked and truck drivers came in and out of the office getting the runs. She said she was always getting hit on. On occasions she would meet the truck drivers that turned her on somewhere and fucked them in their truck cabs. She said she screwed several and most were married and just enjoyed getting, "a little strange with no ties". She told me that luckily the owner never found out but the driver's must have talked to each other about her. She was very popular during that period and with her also being married she didn't have a problem having sex with the married guys also. It was a Win-Win for everyone.

Well when my wife was going to school she had 3 or 4 guys that she dated through the years that she did. Then she went to college and her and her best friend went on a trip to Europe. She was also meeting up with a guy she had dated that was in the military in Germany. She did the 2 week tour thing with other college aged students and she did a guy that was on the tour a couple times. She also admitted to boinking one of the tour guides (he was in his late 30s and she was 19. She finally met up with the b/f and they traveled together for a coupe weeks fucking their way through Europe. When she returned back to the U.S. she started dating a couple guys. Then she and I hooked up and in the beginning of the marriage she admitted to all above. Now she conveniently has forgotten about what she did in her past to some extent. :D
Since we've been together she has done one other guy who is a very old friend of mine and did it with my OK. That was just a few years ago but she rarely speaks of it...

Young wife before marriage
 

My wife is a sexy very attractive lady now in her 50's. She finally told me, after alot of coaxing what she did before we were married. Now I knew she sucked a few cocks and had some serious relationships so I wasn't prepared for what she told me next.
While we were engaged, she worked in the city and had to take a train to night college not too far from where she lived with her parents. Two african students were in her class and she occassionaly saw them on the same train to college. She told me she always was very curious about black guys but never dated any since in was forbidden at the time. One night, one of they black guys told her they were getting a car and if she wanted, they would drive her from the city to school at night. After school, she usually took another train home. Since she was not comfortable with being with two strange black guys is the car from the city, she declined. If anyone ever saw her in the car, rumors would start. The night that changed everything was in the winter. She took the train to school and arrived early for class. Standing ourside the college, the two black guys approached her and told her she was beautiful and would she go to a club with them one night. After some bried chatting, the tall black guy stood on front of her and tried to kiss her. She could feel the large bulge in his pants. The other guy was keeping look out and it was dark. She rubbed his large uncut cock through his pants and immdeiately got wet. He knew he had her. She broke away and said "class is starting". All during class, they looked at laughed at each other in class. Her mind was going crazy and she couldn't concentrate on the lesson. After class, they told her they were brothers and very curious about white girls. She consented to sitting in their (her and the tall black guyin the back)car and talking. It didn't take long for him to start kissing her. She said he had an odd but addicting smell. He opened her blouse and started to suck on her perking tits. The other brother couldn't believe his eyes and was kneeling in the front seat to see everything. She groped the outside of his pants and fondled his large cock, He stopped and asked her if she ever saw a black uncut cock. She nervously said no, she was always afraid of black boys. H opened his pants and out spung a huge, uncut black cock about 9" long and very thick. He pushed her head down and she sucked hard while the other brother felt her titties. It seemed like 30 minutes before he came hard and she swallowed his cum. The yunger brother was next. He was 7" but very thick and only took 5 minutes before cumming on her face. Her pussy was sore from being probed by black fingers. She said although they didn't smell too good, she couldn't stop sucking.
After hearing this after 30 years of marriage, I now want to see her sucking a black cock. Keep you posted.

My wife
 

My wife is Asian, slim, medium height and has smallish perky tits and a fabulous tight ass. She is now approaching 40 but still has guys hitting on her all the time. The first time she came to the US was when she was in her early 20s. She came for a year to study English. I met her about 6 months through her trip. In the first few weeks of dating she casually mentioned that she had dated one or two other American guys in the six months before she had met me. I wasn’t surprised of course, just concerned about how to corner the market so to speak and get her all to myself. In order to know what I was up against I asked her a few questions nonchalantly not to raise her defences. She told me that she hadn’t gotten serious with any of the guys and that the extent of it was nothing more than a movie and dinner and a peck on the cheek. That is except for this one guy who lived about 4 or 5 hours away by train. Apparently she had met him while taking a trip around the state and wasn’t able to see him very often because of the distance – he worked full time and my wife was a full time student. Because of the distance between them she told me that she decided to travel to his place on Friday after her classes a few times and then stay over. She told me though that the only reason she stayed over was because of the distance and that nothing sexual, except for a bit of kissing, ever happened while she stayed in his apartment. She insisted that she slept in a guest room and things were more friendly than anything. I didn’t think anything of it at the time and our relationship was steadily progressing so I was reassured that I would soon have her to myself. And in the end, that’s just what did happen – we’ve been together now for more than 15 years. Well, about a year after we started dating I went to visit her back in her country and to meet her parents. While I was in her room one day she told me she was going downstairs to have a shower and put her makeup on. Her parents were out at the time so I thought I would take a little look around her room. I went to her closet first and one of the first things I found just about as soon as I peeked in was her diary. True to her desire to learn the language, she had written it all in English. The entries didn’t seem to be very regular and they covered about the previous two years. Knowing I didn’t have much time before she came back I quickly skimmed to see what she had to say about me! I was very relieved to learn that she was very happy and was looking forward to staying with me for a long time. Well, that was fine but not many other details. So, flipping to the period she was in the US before she met me I could see she had written quite a lot. As I read I couldn’t believe my eyes. Apparently the ‘friendly’ trips to stay at the other guy’s house on the weekend were much more than she had admitted to. In her own words she wrote that the guy made her so hot and that she got wet just thinking about him. It seemed that she had made five or six trips to his place and each time they stayed inside all weekend and basically fucked like rabbits. She wrote that she thought she was ‘addicted’ to his cock and that she couldn’t get enough of it. She loved to suck it, swallow his cum, she loved to have it inside of her and she even just loved staring at it. I was floored. I had thought, despite being sexy as hell, that she was basically an innocent young girl who liked to take things slow. I mean, we were having sex but things progressed slowly and I never had the impression she would go that crazy for sex. I was actually pretty hurt at the time, enough to actually consider confronting her with her little lie. But then I quickly decided that was definitely not a good idea as after all I was the shithead that had gone snooping and reading her diary so whatever happened that was probably worse. To this day I haven’t told her I read her diary. Over time the hurt and jealousy turned into excitement and I frequently imagined her fucking the guy in his apartment, all weekend long until they were both exhausted, dripping in sweat and each other’s juices. I also imagined that she visited the guy even after we started dating. I can’t be sure if she actually did but I do remember that she made a few trips with friends to different places on the weekends, on which I was never invited. It’s a big fantasy for me now to see her with another guy (it has happened once but that’s another story) and I think a lot of this comes from the excitement and shock I experienced reading her private thoughts in her diary so many years ago. I try to get her to tell me about other guys she has been with but true to form she basically says that things were not very eventful before I came into her life. What an excellent sexy wife but what a terrible little liar!

Sorry - it's so impossible to read that I stopped, despite that the story might be hot

What's fascinating to me is the way these things slowly leak out. When I met my wife, I knew she'd been married before for a few years and had cheated on hubby with a guy for a few weeks towards the end. Also knew she'd been wth a few guys before hubby #1. Over time it gradually came outt that she'd been with about 7 different guys during first marriage, including cheating on the guy she was cheating with (another story to get into another time) and had screwed a guy at her high school reunion, in a school hallway, while hubby was in the gym a few rooms away. Has made me wonder if she's cheated on me... Have never pressed it but have had cause for suspicion a few times.

My wife is very very open about her past... has told me about all her past lovers very detailed......

Too Young
 

Hopefully this will not ruffle any feathers. But it must be written here someplace. This thread seems fitting. I've only skimmed over most of these stories. Hope to read them all. But there is something about many of them that leaves me scratching my balls. Why did some members get to tell their real ages when their sexual relationships began and some of us told we can't talk about any ages before 18? It's a fact that many young people did marry under 18 and a lot of them get sexually active even earlier. Those are our most fertile and active ages. I also understand that legally no one can be a member here under 18 or show photos of minors. So as mature adults we share our intimate events.

Let me start out telling you I lied in our first introduction and earlier stories. I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention or idea. I started out writting that I was 17 and my wife two years younger, 15. I also wrote that early on in our relationship she cried and told me how she was brutily ra--ped numerous times by her sister's hired hand while around 13 1/2. All of this is true. We married at 19 and 17 for her.
Amazingly up until very recently no one but me had intercourse with my wife. Me, after I got a sample, I fucked any human that I could get with a female pussy. So really that's all of the past my wife had sexually.
So as you read our stories keep this in mind. As I was told I changed our earlier ages to show we were over 18. Many of those are in non fiction CLOSET CLEANING so I will not add any more here. Other wise our stories are 100% true except for a few name and location changes to protect the guilty.
Let's keep the fiction and non fiction separated.

Thank you! At least I was immediately warned and could adjust the ages for the stories. I am very happy that this site is moderated and us members must follow the rules.

I do understand the rules of showing minors and of minors being members. But really many, most, of us started younger than 18 so why not be able to tell about it. After all, now we are of age and just trying to share the truth. There must be some statuet of limitations protecting people. In our case they are all dead and hopefully in Hell!

Asian Honey
 

She is actually very open and honest about her past. She will answer any question I ask, even if it's uncomfortable for her. I really appreciate that about her. Man, I gotta say... she had some wild college years!

The more stories I read about past girfriends and wives the more I feel I missed. Dollie was my first pussy and I couldn't get her to even kiss my cock until I knew her three years at least. This was like over a year after we were married and I was fucking her and several of her old high school girl friends. I use girl friends as in friends who are girls. She's never really been thrilled about making love with girls. However some tit sharing and masturbating each other did happen at times. Mostly to tease me.
Our intercourse training happened mostly in a 1949 Dodge coupe. This car did have a small backseat much like a 70's Camaro. Good thing we were flexible then. And I once owned a few older VW beetles. Yes you can fuck in them. We even fucked in----- okay on---my 1960 Austin Healey Sprite. While I held her headlights Dollie hung onto those bugeyed headlights on the hood.
If I ever get a new wife or GF I won't have time to tell her all about my past. But she can read it here.

Certain aspects of her past she is quite candid. Other aspects, it takes a lot of alcohol and questions and its still cryptic. But there are a couple gems from her past that I have used my imagination to fill in the blanks:D

More alcohol and more foreplay!

:D Though, once the foreplay begins, shes in a less talkative mood :)

Same with my wife!

I have gotten her to loosen up out of bed and tell me things about her past, but it isn't easy and she doesn't like it. She knows my history (including how I lost my virginity), and she doesn't like how angry I can get when I think about it (I was basically r--ped -- didn't know what I was doing until later, nor did I know it was wrong). I do know she got pregnant by the boyfriend before me and wanted to marry him, but her parents forced her to abort the child (hence she's strongly anti-abortion to this day) and broke up the romance.

My wife is only the second female I ever slept with (although I did sleep with another girl when my wife-to-be and I broke up for a few months). As far as I know, I'm only the second guy she slept with, although I know she and another girl were taught how to do blow jobs by an ex-sailor at community college. She insists that's all she did with the ex-sailor, although she's sure her female friend went further with the swabbie.

Never tried it in a VW, but we did often use my folks Pinto hatchback. Lots of room in the back of that!:D


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That's how I got the scoop about my wife's past...booze. Worked like a champ and now she is pretty open about her past!

My wife just acts silly with booze. I use sex and playing with her tits to find out things. Mostly just things she wanted to try since she had no past. Sucking and rubbing nipples works wonders. It also got her to say yes more often when playing games.

my wife is very open about her past, I know 3 of the 4 guys she fucked before me, and it turns me on when she tells me stories of that they did together. Often when i am playing with her, I tell her to think about the cocks she's sucked when she was younger, and it's usually instant orgasm.

My Wife:
 

ABSOLUTELY TRUE:
This is my wife's 3rd marriage. She has fucked around 100 guys and at times has been pretty easy. She has never been shy about telling me of her past and that's one thing I appreciate about her...no surprises. Her 1st husband used to take her on extended weekends, "Deer Hunting" with a small group of his male friends in her early to late 20's (young blonde with a great figure) where they stayed in a cabin. She was to cook, clean, and be sexually available to all the guys whenever they wanted her and she was never allowed to say no to anything they wanted her to do, and from some of the things she told me that was pretty intense.

The second husband was pretty normal. She worked at a steel plant in the office where the truck driver's got their paperwork and route assignments. She was now in her 30's and generally wore short skirts, had a great body and killer legs to show off. She said she enjoyed the attention the drivers paid to her and the nice comments about her looks. She told me it started off by her meeting 1 really nice looking driver she had given an assignment at a local truck stop and letting him fuck her in the cab of his truck. She said she enjoyed it, he enjoyed it and everyone was winning and it got pretty regular. She said he must have told a few of the other drivers and she was getting hit on quite a bit. They too wanted to fuck her in their trucks. Some she said she did some she didn't. It seemed she was known as a great lay, willing to do anything asked and pretty easy. She told me her 2nd husband was pretty drab and only thought of his business, not her. He never knew she was enjoying being more sexually active outside of their marriage.

Now here I come into the picture. I have always had a wild kinky streak. I love showing her off to truckers when we are out for a long drive on the Interstate and in Adult Bookstores and their parking lots. I would let the guys feel her up and do anything up to fucking her. I had a Swinger friend introduce us to the Adult Lifestyle Scene. He and his wife took us to a local adult club and we were like kids in a candy store. That same night he fucked my wife and I fucked his. The rest is history. We started going on our own and doing our own thing. We love the 'Hot Wives Night' at the club where the single guys have free access to go upstairs and play with the couples. One night alone she had myself and 6 other guys licking, sucking, rubbing and fucking her at one time. One guy was only left with one of her nylon feet available so he started sucking her toes. She was placed over a couch arm with her ass in the air and every guy took a turn with her. She told me she was sore for the next 3 days and one guy, "in the excitement hit the wrong hole", and did anal on her ( I'm sure he knew what he was doing). She had on white thigh highs and garters but lost the heels really quickly after the action started. She has been ganged a few times, sometimes never seeing the guy that was fucking her.

I do not consider myself a cuckold but I do enjoy watching her in action, hearing the moaning and sounds, and knowing she is getting pleased as she is giving pleasure. We feel our marriage is stable, everyone is winning and it keeps our sex life charged. It's also great to know she is willing to do anything sexually to please me and that I ask of her. I have asked her fuck a few friends and she has never refused to strip for or fuck anyone I wanted her too.

We are getting older now and are starting to slow down some. We still get that wild hair that must be satisfied that comes with including others into the action. I am extremely proud of my wife and she and I have made a great match over the past few years. One thing for sure it has been a life to remember.

Thanks Tifosi and FawazAli for the kind words about her.

I was told that her 1st husband also liked sharing her and watching. She told me at most of the "deer hunting trips" she was the only dear bagged. She said that most of the time in the cabin the guys wanted her to be either dressed in the kinky outfits they bought her or completely naked. She told me most nights she slept with 2 guys, one on each side of her and not her husband. If they woke up in the night and wanted to play she was expected to entertain. I guess in her 20s and 30's she was at her sexual peak and she told me she was a cute true blonde with a great figure and it was easy to get guys attention in a tight top and short shorts so his friends jumped at the chance to go "deer hunting" with her.

From what I was told by her she was pretty much fucked, dp'ed and ganged every way a woman could be fucked. She was told by her cuck hubby when this was set up that she had to do anything the guys wanted and not to refuse any requests. I guess that made it an easier request when we started playing with others.

To say the least she has been a dream come true for me in the sex department (for me every man's perfect wife) even though we are getting older and starting to slow down some. She still let's me invite an occasional friend, even if she has never seen them before, over and she always goes above and beyond to entertain them with out question.

I love her dearly and she is the most fantastic and exciting wife a man could have.

Dantroop. What an excellent wife you have.
She deserves her own thread about her exploits and experiences.
It would be a pleasure to read :)

Me too!
 

I wholeheartedly agree! Start your own thread about you and your wife, full of true stories and pics of that beautiful, sexy woman you are lucky enough to have! Would she agree to write some true stories about her past, inculding the deer camp and contribute them to your thread?:eek:

Wonderful Wife
 

I appreciate the interest and the nice comments about her. I really don't think we would be enough for a thread.

What I have related are actual events in her life and later in ours. She has always been open to her sexual side and as a true male I really appreciate her being in touch with her feminine feelings and not suppress them as most women do. In speaking with some of her girlfriends that knew her during the deer era they told me was very beautiful and pretty hot and, "the guys drooled over her." I'm sure they would be shocked if they had known how open she was to sex, but during that time period but it seemed everyone was experimenting with sex as much as they could.

While she doesn't look in her 20's no more (Wow I wished I had known her then) and we have aged some I still think she's hot. The pics posted are actual pics of her taken about 10 years ago. I have one set of her with a guy I met online once and hit up an online friendship. She agreed to meet him at a local motel. She had never seen what he looked like. She thought it was more fun that way.

Again, she is the best wife a man could have and she has always kept our sex life alive. Having been married previously (the average sexual woman) also I know how much of a rare find she is and I love her very much.

Getting of the theme of the thread but this is a pic of of her with a guy that invited us to meet at a motel.
Fun was had by all.

Blowjob Queen
 

7th Grade
Found out last nite after 39 yrs of marriage that my wifes first blowjob was when she was 13 years old.