Originally Posted by brnidlady (Post 1793597)

So technically i'm not married at the time of this story i'm about to tell but I wanted to post this one anyway. ;)

I was fixed up on a date with Tom, an older white man my family knew. It was 2006 so I was 51 and Tom was 63, only 5' 8" tall and very skinny, he looked like an x-ray. Tom was a perfect gentleman and after we went out to dinner I brought him home for a night cap. We was drinking wine. Tom was very inept romantically, kind of bumbling with our conversation. I'm very sure he wouldn't have even tried to get me in bed he was so shy. We were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and talking when I seen headlights pull into the driveway. Then there was a loud knock on the door. I opened the door and it was Tyler, a 6'5", very muscular black man that I had dated and even cheated with on and off for a few years. Tyler was a former football player playing for a junior college 13 years earlier. I had to tell him I was on a date even though I wanted to be with him more then Tom. Tyler just said "On a date, like hell you are, the date is over now. Tonight you are mine Louise". Tom started to say something but he stopped short because of Tyler's size and youth. He was only 35. Tyler grabbed me by the arm and started to take me down the hallway to my bedroom. Tom finally spoke up and told him I was with him. Tyler stopped just looked at him and said, "Unless you are going to watch, you can get out, your date is over. You're not getting any of this pussy tonight". Then he continued leading me to the bedroom. Tom didn't leave but he didn't watch either. He waited on the couch but was subjected to listening to us fuck. After Tyrell finished he came out and when he seen Tom he just laughed and told me, "My god, he is still here waiting". I had to go out and tell Tom to leave because Tyrell was spending the night. He added insult to injury by grabbing his cock and saying to Tom as he left, "Louise is a good fuck".

Originally Posted by geordiekev (Post 1792708)

Sorry it's took so long to respond xxxxenophile...................................... .....I had known Brenda(my wife) since i was in my teens, having been a neighbour of one of my school mates. My parents, my mum in particular, used to warn me not to go in her house. She would never elaborate but over the years i got to know why. She, Brenda, was a prositute! I always thought that Brenda was beautiful but knowing she was spreading her legs for men made her even more special to me. I eventually went and spent some of my hard earned cash from my first job, anyone remember YTS's lol. OMG, she looked so radiant in her black stocking & suspenders & now my fav of all time fuck me heels, fluffy bedroom opentoe mules. Honest to god, i can remember being so nervous but excited at the same time. I didn't last long when i fucked her but she helped me get hard for a second time. I didn't know about foreplpay before then lol.
I left there a very happy boy :) and would go atleast once a month to see Brenda. I met my then to be wife but still continued seeing brenda, even saw her the night before my wedding, this time Brenda being at mine. She only accomodated when her hubby was at work. he knew what she did, she had been doing it since the early 70's. I tried to be a good husband but i felt i was more in love with Brenda, whom i continued to see once a month.
Now that the internet & mobile's was starting to take off, brenda's hubby was wanting her to curtail or hopefully gave up her job. She cut down on seeing men but one night after a shit night with the wife i went to see brenda. I wasn't bothered her hubby was there, he sort of knew who i was from seeing me with my mate. Brenda spoke to him quietly then ushered me in & we went upstairs to 'talk.' We did talk, i explained that i had made a mistake in marrying my mrs, she was spending more than we earned, hence why we eventually got divorced. I told Benda that i thought she was an amazingly beautiful lady & would of loved her as a wife. We honestly didn't do anything way to naughty, although she says i did have a feel of her tit's on more than one occasion lol, whilst he hubby was downstairs, no doubt evesdropping on our convosation. I left her that night but continued to see her when she could, even just for a natter when she had no clients, as she call's them. Eventually in the autumn 99, some 6 years after marrying i was divorced.
Ah, the joy of being young-ish, free & single again lol. My meets with brenda were still going on, her hubby not so happy she was still doing her job. He was worried about her pics appearing on the now expanded net. iPhones (and other not so good camera phones were available) were about, she has said that she did allow a couple of longtime punters to take pics of her, lying down with her face covered. So far, we haven't seen them anywhere. Brenda was as she put it, considering what i had done & going for a divorce. I sort of joked but deep down it was the truth, said i would marry her & she could still do her job, i wouldn't be jealous. She laughed but said it's easy to say onething but to let it happen isn't so easy. By 2004, Brenda was divorced. He had kept the house, she came away with a lump sum. She wanted the house but he was adiment he wanted it, for some strange reason why, we don't know as her punters only knew that house. Maybe it was to get her out of escorting, the new way of calling prostitution! Brenda called me and asked me straight, did the offer still stand. I was delighted to say yes, met her in town and brought her over to my place. She moved in virtually straight away, i got all the sex i wanted for free, whilst she started to find her feet so to speak & start her job from scratch & saw some of her old regular punters & as always new punters.
In 2008, i proposed to my delight she accepted. My parents were none to happy about her, being nearly the same age & of her job but accepted i was an adult & loved her. We married in Sept 2009 & have been together ever since. Yes, she still works, not so much as she say's she dosen't need to, some weeks it 2 days, other weeks it 3 days. We moved house after marrying & she never had a punter back here. She works for an agency & use's their accomodation.
Phew, xxxxenophile i hope this explains. Sorry i'm such a crap writter, hope it makes sense to you & all.

Originally Posted by Stillwater (Post 1794874)

Ask the question, be ready for the answer. I did and I wasn't ready. Mind you I didn't really get an answer.

I've been going to ask her this question for a while now. I knew there were four partners before we were married. That was re confirmed. I thought I had a pretty good handle on how many men she had been with after marriage. So I casually dropped the question. She was evasive and did her best to change the subject. I pressed it and suggested that we play 3 guesses. She could simply answer each of my guess by saying higher or lower. She wouldn't need to say the exact number and I wouldn't mention it again.

After a little more debate she gave in. After we were married I knew there were five for sure. So as not to insult her I guessed her total partners to be 11. Her answer was instant, higher. Her matter of fact tone caught me off guard. I thought I'd go high with my second guess and split the two with the third.

Alright, so you have had intercourse with twenty different men in your life. Higher, was the answer and again it came quickly and firmly.

A lot more than twenty I stammered, my plan in tatters. No, not a lot, she shot back.

I could see it was time to drop this session. I thanked her for being honest and suggested I would be very interested to hear about the experiences.

So it could be a total of 21 to 121, I don't know. Wondering who is occupying a lot of my spare thoughts now.