I also enjoy getting my wife to tell me about her past. She usually starts out by saying, "I don't want to talk about it." but after a good bit of prying she begins to recount stories of the past. I noticed she gets very wet after telling me about it.
My favorite story is one that happpened when the guy she was dating was with her at his best friends house. They had all three been hanging out like usual and then it was time for her boyfriend to go to work. Since she had her car their also, she said she was going to stay a few more minutes after her boyfriend left. As soon as he left the friend walked up to her a gave her a huge wet kiss. She said he then pulled his cock out and said "I have something for you to play with" she said it was the biggest cock she had ever seen. He pushed her head toward his cock and she began to give him a blow job. She said he came so hard it went all down her shirt. After that day they met up several times in secret, she would follow him in her car to a place in the woods off some backroads. He must have loved her blow job because the first time they met up in the woods he leaned against the car while she once again blew his huge cock. The next time they met up he put her in the back seat of his car and gave her the deepest fuck she had ever had.

I love it when my wife tells me about her experiences, she didn't have many but they were very horny.

Yes, and in another thread my wife's name is Amber. The key detail to notice about those two threads is that they are posted as fiction.

I have mentioned in several threads that my wife April and my older brother were boyfriend and girlfriend for over 3 years before she and I got together early in our senior year a month after their break-up. April and my brother became a couple when April was still 13 years old and my brother was 15. It did not consist of anything sexual for quite some time, but I do remember when April lost her virginity because my brother told me they had finally done it. I had just turned 15 and April would be 15 in a couple months. It happened in his bed where he had lay a towel beneath her for when he "popped her cherry" (quoting him) and he had thrown the towel away afterwards.

April told me that after that first time they had sex almost every day for a while and they had sex unprotected for almost two months before they started using condoms. Why she did not get pregnant I don't know because when we decided to have kids it never took us over two months to get her pregnant either time. She went on the pill when she was 16 and they stopped using them again.

I also remember hearing the rumors of my brother fucking her on the beach one night within the view of a bonfire with friends around the bonfire. It went around school after the summer ended and I did ask her about that. She told me they had been drinking and they had went down the beach to be alone and the campfire became a bonfire (bigger fire) while they were having sex and it illuminated them to the group. My brother didn't stop fucking her and most of them could see what they were doing. There were only 3 or 4 couples there, but they were all friends of my brothers.

I don't want it to sound like my brother and I did not get along. We did, but I was in love with April. I had been since I could remember. I never let either of them know my feelings. I remember my brother on a family camping trip tell me it sucked because this was the first time in 3 months he had not fucked April every day. She told me once that because he delivered pizzas they managed to fuck at least once a day and some days as many as 3 times depnding on where her parents were at. I am sure that was not every day but when you are in high school that is a lot if fucking and you know the neighbors seen my brother's car and knew what was going on!

She told me about one time I came home and he was fucking her bent over my bed in my bedroom because you could see the driveway and the cars approach to the house. She said they did it there often, but I didn't pull into the driveway. I had drove down and parked my jeep in the shade of the shade trees to wash it and I made it to the door before they realized it was me. I almost caught them fucking!

The summer between our junior and senior year she and my brother were having issues. She told me at cheer camp she sucked this really cute guy's cock behind a building on the campus they were staying at for camp. She told me he was really nice and good looking and they had hang out like bf and gf, but the schedule only allowed them to get together long enough alone for a single blow job. He came in her mouth and she did swallow it. April told me she was in her practice cheer uniform and I can tell u right now she looked hot.

Like I said before my experience has been a little different than most, but I like to think that everyone has there own unique experiences and I am finding out here it is definitely so. Thanks to everyone who has shared themselves on here.

Wife
 

We have been together since 1977 and she was pretty open about her past. A few weeks ago we were pretty drunk and I finaly asked her how many guys she had sex with in high school. She started counting and the final number was 11. She said a lot of them were one nighters because thats the way it was in the 70's.

I'm attaching the picture because it is one of my favorites...she had sex with all three guys at one time.

We are in the middle.

We swapped with the couple on the left in 1979. After the swap the other guys girlfriend passed out and we wound up doing a three way.

The couple on the right (girl) is best friends with my wife. I knew my wife dated the guy on the right in high school, but she just told me she also had sex with him. I went years hanging out with them and those three knew about it but I didn't... Anyway I like this pic because I know that all three cocks were in her.

I think I wrote about this before but it fits this topic so I'll tell the story again. I had a huge fantasy of watching other men fuck my wife. While it never happened in real life she knew my fantasy and played up to it by telling me about her past as part of our foreplay. One of my favorite stories is her losing her virginity. She was 16 and dating a guy from her high school. They would make out but she always stopped him from getting inside her pants. One evening they were hanging out in the alley behind her house. They were kissing and hugging when he pulled her to a sheltered grassy spot between garages. They were soon down on the grass and his hands started roaming. She let him rub her pussy from the outside of her shorts but stopped him when he tried sliding a hand inside. He stopped and looked her in the eye and said, "Don't you love me? I love you and want us to be together forever" or some line of bullshit like that. The thing is, she believed him. The next time he tried putting his hand in her pants she didn't stop him. She soon had her shorts unzipped and his hand inside her panties. He fingered her and she was getting really turned on. He got her shorts and panties off and his pants down around his ankles. She laid on her back, spread her legs and he got on top. When he pushed into her she said she felt a twinge but no real pain. They fucked and he blew a load inside her. She said she loved it. He fucked her several more times over the next week or so then dumped her. So much for being together forever. But on the bright side he turned her on to sex. The guy apparently talked about her at school and other guys started asking her out. She started dating a lot of guys and fucked most of them. She continued like that in college where I became one of a series of guys who had one night stands with her. It was later we fell in love and got married. She was never able to say how many guys fucked her but it's easily in the dozens. I loved it when we were in bed together and she would stroke me and tell me stories like this. It always led to great sex.

It took a while to get her to fess up and lets just say i was shocked,devastated, and turned on all at once. To start off my wife is relatively young she is 22 we have been married for 3 years. since the moment i met her she has always claimed that she had only been with 2 guys when she was in her early teens. I believed her up until not along ago.

For some reason she always seemed to be hiding something until last year during one of our "lustful" moments i got her to tell me the truth. I told her we have been together for a while and that nothing she had done in her past would come between us. So during that moment she paused she put her head down after a couple of seconds she looked me dead in the eyes and then proceeded to drop the bombs on me.


It started with the usual "do you remember such and such back in highschool?" i said yea i remembered him and then she paused and said "well i sucked his dick at his moms house" this was followed by another 5 or so different guys that she sucked off on diffrent ocassions and she swallowed every time. My heart immediatly sank but the worst was yet to come.

after she told me she sucked off 5 or 6 diffrent guys dicks she looked reluctant and looked at me to see my reaction i knew if i got angry that she wouldnt tell me the rest of the stories. So i told her that it was ok and that she was being brave in telling me these things

She seemed a little shocked at my response but she proceeded to tell me the worst. She told me how at one point she was a cashier at burger king ans that there was this guy that kept flirting with her she ended up sucking his dick at the BK parking lot during her lunch break, the guy came all over her face and then she went back inside and clocked back into work. After hearing this oddly enough i found myself being turned on. But theres more

While in middle school one of her teachers kept flirting with her, eventually one day in the middle of class the teacher grabbed her ass. My wife waited for lunch time when all the students left the classroom and she went to the teachers desk and bent foward asking him a "question" while exposing her cleavage to him. The teacher looked up at her and told her she needed to get closer she went around the desk and the teacher started fondling her and fingering her through her school pants. My sl*tty ass wife actually went to the door, locked it and sucked the teachers cock she wasnt able to finish because one of the kids knocked at the door.

At this point im ready to explode in my pants when she noticed my dick was hard she says "your actually enjoying this you pervert" i looked at her i smilled and said tell me more.

She told me while she was 16 she hooked up with some random guy in his mid 20's online and she sucked his dick at a parking lot she has always been a dick sucker. Right before we got together when she was 18 she was working at a supermarket and this older guy in his mid or late 40's kept flirting with her, well she ended up letting the guy finger her And suck on her tits at the parking lot.

She told me she has more stories but she doesnt want to "use them all up" i did ask her if she has ever done anything while we've been married and she told me she masturbated in the bathroom of her last job a couple of months ago.

After that day our sex is amazing and ive gotten her to flash her tits at random old men and once i had her wear see thru lingerie booty shorts i then had her suck my dick while i drove around town until i saw this old man walking on the sidewalk i pulled up and my wifes ass was fully facing him i spread her ass cheeks slightly showing her shaved pussy and i asked the guy "do you like what you see?" he gave me thumbs up.

Plenty more stories to come my iphone is running out of battery ...who would have though my 22 year old innocent wife was correction IS such a sl*t?!

I posted a very detailed experience about my wifes past that contained about 4 or 5 paragraphs but it didnt post :/

To summarize it

Been married 3 years
My wife is 22
When we first started she told me she had sex with on 2 guys in her early teens. Recently she confessed the following...

1.She sucked about 5 or 6 guys dicks back in highschool 3 of which i know
2. She sucked her co workers dick at burger king parking lot while on lunch break the guy came on her face she then went back inside, clocked in and resumed her work
3. In middle school when she had turned 13 She sucked her english teachers dick while the rest of the class was out to lunch she couldnt finish because a student came back to get some paperwork.
4. While she was 16 she met older men online and sucked them off in their cars usually blocks away from her house.
5. A year before i married her she was 18 and while working at a supermarket she let a guy In his mid to late 40's finger her and suck on her tits in the outside parking lot.
6. Recently at while married with me at her last job she masturbated several times while she fantasized about having lesbian sex with one of her co workers.

I was heart broken yet incredibly turned on by this. And theres plenty more to come

One of the reasons I married my wife is because she would tell me about her stories and this turned me on. In small words my wife is such a sl*t and I love her of it. She started having sex at 15 with her art teacher and she would go to his studio after school to pose and also to draw. He had a son her age and the kid was always trying to get into her pants. One day he told her that he knew about his dad and her and would go forward if she did not give him sex. She got scared and offered him a blow job after school. The kid kept his mouth shut. She fucked the art teacher until she graduated from HS and sucked his son just as long. She was also dating a kid in school so she actually had 3 sex partners at once.

I know that there is more to her and once in a while she comes out with a new revelation....I know her sister is the same way...I always ask her if she has ever fucked a guy with her sister but she does not answer....humm maybe she has and is saving that story for later.

My wife has always been very careful to not reveal her past. When she was 14 she was drinking in bars when the age was 18. We met when she was 14 (told me she was 15 and nearly 16). I was 17 at the time and began fucking her when she was barely 15, but thinking she was 16.

She told me she had a boyfriend before me, and he used to feel her up, but not fuck her. She says I was first, but there was no "evidence".

One admission to me after many years was while I was away in the military her and friends used to rent a motel room for parties. She said she had been horny and fucked her former boyfriend. Another was she says she used to strip for her older brother and he would jerk of looking at her. I suspect more transpired, but she would not confess. We had been married more than 30 years before she revealed this to me.

I suspect there are more, but doubt if I will ever learn of them.

When she was very young....
 

At a funeral recently my wife of 40+ years saw a cousin that she had not seen since they graduated high school. The girl, now an older woman, and my wife spoke and my wife chastised her for not coming home to see her elderly parents for 40+ years. They had been in poor health for a decade, and she only lived a couple of states away.

The cousin looked at my wife and said "You, of all people, should know why!" and nothing was else was said until later in the day. When we were alone with her that evening she approached my wife and said "Don't you remember what Jimmy did to me?"

My wife had a very innocent childhood, and when we started dating when she was 18 I had her undressed--fully nude---and she did not know what to expect. I taught her everything, and we have been together ever since.
(See my "Fond memories of dating" in the non-fiction segment of OCC).

The cousin reminded her that when my wife's parents were not at home, she and her older brother, Jimmy, would walk over and he liked to dress up in my wife's panties. His sister, who was reminding my wife of all this, was also required to be nude and either give her brother a blow job or hand job but my wife was not allowed to watch and had to leave them alone. The cousin is three years younger than my wife and five years younger than her brother, Jimmy.

I started dating my wife when she was 18, and so this all happened when she was younger and her cousin younger still. The cousin said that as she got older--in her teens---her brother would invite his friends to a barn or somewhere and she had to undress for them and give them the same relief she gave her brother. One afternoon, she was with her brother and five of his friends. She told us she never had intercourse, or even knew what is was or how to do it. Jimmy had told her that all girls "helped their brothers out like this until they were married" but she sensed what she was doing was wrong. By the way, Jimmy told her all five of his friends did not have sisters who could help them. The cousin said that she assumed that my wife was doing the same thing for her two older brothers.

As she got older, Jimmy wanted her to do it more often, and with more of his friends and it made her feel very bad, especially as she took some health classes. She was worried she could have a baby from oral sex.

When she graduated, she moved to Massachusettes, and never returned home until her father passed away. She blamed her parents, thinking they had to know what Jimmy was doing. Of all 5 children, Jimmy was the only one to stay home with his parents. I never saw him at the funeral or later. In fact, I really don't ever remember meeting him.

Somehow, my wife had put all this out of her memory, although after hearing this, she remembers them coming to the house and Jimmy somehow soiling her panties so she had to wash them out before her mother saw them. She never knew what Jimmy was doing to her panties, nor to her little cousin.

I am glad he never did anything to my wife, although she did remember him asking her to undress but she refused because her parents were coming home soon. If not for that, she said she probably would have because, after all, he was family. Actually, she remembers 2 relatives her age, one older family friend, and one of her high school teachers touching her breasts or between her legs, but she had no idea why. She said she only stopped them if someone might see, or if they hurt her like trying to finger her.

She also remembers when in high school walking around the house in her bra and panties, even when relatives were there until an aunt asked her not to because she was getting too "grown up". She hated wearing a bra and only started when her school athletic teacher made her, so she was probably strolling around in just her panties for a while too.

I remember her cousin when my wife and I were first dating. She was a natural blond and really cute.

My wife was pretty shy and not very experienced when we got married, but has gradually opened up about a couple of things in her past. When she was about 22 or 23, she went on a date with a guy she had been out with before. They had made out but nothing more. At the end of the date they were sitting in his car outside of her apartment and began to make out. He gradually worked his hand up until he was feeling and squeezing her boobs through her shirt, then slipped his hand inside and began to feel her though her bra. He eventually worked his way inside her bra to rub her nipples, which she said were very hard by then.

By that time she was wet and very horny, and he had reached his hand down between her legs to rub through her jeans. She moved forward on the seat and spread her legs a little more, and he unbuttoned her jeans. She said he reached in and began to rub through her panties (satin bikini, she said she wasn't a fan of thongs then), eventually pulling her panties to the side and fingering her while she jerked him off.

I love this story and can still get off to it while she jerks me off....all of this occurred in a car with people in the area, I like to think walking past. My wife is typically such a shy good girl and this is so out of character that it drives me crazy. She has an exhibitionist streak which I work every day to encourage and we've played around in public, but I'm still hoping to recreate this story.

This past weekend I took my wife, Katie, out to some nearby hiking trails. She knew I would want some pics, so she wore a somewhat short skirt and no panties.

As we walked in the woods on some trails, I asked her to retell me the story of an experience when she got fucked in the woods and she was happy to do so. The retelling of the story contained more details than the original. She may have added more details just because she knows I like it, but I’m not complaining. Here’s the story:

Katie was camping in a state park with her family. She was with her mom, her dad, her older brother, her younger brother, and her younger brother’s friend. There were some hiking trails that they spent some time on.

In the late afternoon she was hiking on a rather long trail with her brothers and Kyle, her little brother’s friend. There came a point where her brothers wanted to turn back, but Katie wanted to continue to the end of the trail to see the view. Because Katie’s older brother wasn’t going to let her go on by herself, Kyle said that he would go with her.

So, the two of them continued on the trail while the brothers went back. Katie says that she had always thought Kyle was very cute, but had never really thought of him in a sexual way because he was several years younger than her. Up to this point, Katie had only been fucked by boys that were older than her. However, as soon as she was alone on the trail with Kyle, she began thinking about having sex with him. Even to this day, Katie can’t be alone with a guy without thinking about what he would be like in bed. Yes, I know, this really does make her sound like quite a little sl*t.

The two of them hiked for awhile and Katie started getting really horny. Kyle had always been kind of shy around her, so she knew that if anything was going to happen, she would have to be the one to initiate it. When she got a slight cramp in her calf, she exaggerated it. She acted as if she was in great pain and told Kyle she needed to stop for a break.

Kyle was very understanding and the two of them sat down on a large log. After a little while, Katie asked him if he would mind rubbing her leg. When he said that he would, she put her foot in his lap. She made sure that he could see her panties by angling her leg in a manner that allowed him to see up her shorts.

He gently rubbed her calf and she noticed that he kept stealing quick glances at her panties. She waited for him to start working his way up her leg, but he was too tentative to do so. At one point, he was staring between her legs and he noticed that she caught him looking. He continued rubbing her leg, but looked away and turned red. Katie stood up and led him by the hand off the trail a little ways. She eventually backed him up against a tree and kissed him. This was the first time in Katie’s life that she had ever been the aggressor.

They made out against the tree for awhile before she asked him if he wanted to take her shorts off. He pulled down her shorts and she took off her T-shirt. Then they continued kissing with Katie only in her panties. He finally started rubbing her tits and eventually even started kissing them.

Katie asked him if he wanted to see her naked. When he answered that he did, she found a large rock to sit on. She sat down, pulled off her panties, and opened her legs, letting him look at her pussy. Oh how I wish I could have seen young Katie sitting naked on that rock with her pussy on display. Kyle seemed so nervous that Katie wasn’t sure what he was going do. He stood there staring at her pussy for awhile before she asked him to sit beside her.

After he sat down, he started sucking her nipples and fingering her pussy. Katie then told him that she wanted to see his dick. He stood up and dropped his shorts and she leaned in and yanked his boxers down. Katie got quite a surprise. She was expecting Kyle’s cock to be smaller than the other boys she had been naughty with because he was so much younger. However, his dick was pointing straight up and it was as big as any of the boys she had been with, maybe bigger.

Side note:
I asked Katie exactly how big Kyle’s cock was, but she couldn’t remember exactly; she just remembers being very surprised. I asked her if she thought he was as big as me and she answered that I probably shouldn’t ask those kinds of questions. When I pressed the issue, she admitted that Kyle was definitely bigger. I asked her how she could be so sure and she said because she wouldn’t have been surprised if he had only been my size. It didn’t seem like a nice thing to say, but, in all fairness, she did tell me not ask those types of questions. I know I’m not that big (really small when not aroused, but more than five inches when erect) but I was still a little surprised to hear that a teenage boy was that much bigger.

Back to the story:
Katie squatted in front of Kyle and took his hard-on in her hand. She pumped him for a moment while she looked up at him. She then slowly opened her mouth and slowly advanced toward his cock, but continued looking up at him, wanting to see his expression. She said the fact that he was so nervous made him look even more cute.

Katie had been taken advantage of more than once by this point in her life and looking back, she feels like she might have taken advantage of Kyle. However, she liked having the power; for the first time, she was the one who was in control.

She slowly took Kyle’s cock into her mouth, trying to see his face as she did. Katie’s always been an oral kind of girl and sucking dick had always made her wet, but she didn’t suck his dick for very long. She wasn’t sure how long he would last and she really wanted to be fucked.

Kyle ended up fucking Katie from behind while she leaned against a tree. Oh how I wish that I could’ve seen young Katie up against that tree presenting her ass to that boy. The actual fucking didn’t last long. He came in her pussy and that was okay with her because she was the pill. Katie parents had never told her that sex was bad and her mom had even suggested that she go on the pill at a fairly young age. I kind of think that maybe Katie’s mom also has a promiscuous past and she knew her daughter would likely follow in her footsteps.

Katie’s stories drive me absolutely wild. I love hearing about how others have used her mouth and pussy for their own cum depository. I’ll share more of my favorite ‘Katie stories’, if I hear more naughty wife stories from others.

Some really interesting details you have written.Aided me a lot, just what I was searching for :D .

When I first started dating my wife many years ago she had a boyfriend who she was spreading her legs for on a regular basis. On our second date I fucked her and she broke off the other boyfriend about the same time.
While we dated she told me about her other boyfriends; she slept with a lot of them. She lost her virginity when she was 14, about a month before she turned 15.

I once seen a calendar in her purse with a lot of dates marked off. When I pressed her about it she confessed that was the days she let her previous boyfriend fuck her. She was getting it about 3 times a week from him.

When she was a freshman in college she told me about a guy that she was attracted to even though he had a girlfriend. My wife decided she liked him and invited him over to her house when the parents would be away for the evening. She invited him over so he could fuck her and made it very clear to him it would be worth his while to come over. She figured she could get him to like her if she spread her legs for him. He came over and fucked her but the next day spread word around campus that she was an easy lay.

During the time I was dating her she also would go visit her "friend". It was a guy she knew from high school and insisted they were just friends but I always suspected something else was going on but she would never admit it.
Deep down I figured there was some partying and sex. She never did admit to anything with him but I could tell she had not told me the whole story. Once we were engaged she quit going over there.

I have suspected there are some other things that she never told me about.

These are great.

Been working on my own wife regarding a particular holiday in her past only months before we started going out together. I knew her at the time - worked with her/ partied in the same group.

She was a trained dancer, worked part-time as a model for bikini and catalogue stuff and did night-time cabaret shows three times a week, all outside work. She was 19 or 20 at the time, with a guy she had been seeing for 3 or 4 years through high school and college and although a stunner she was a one-prick princess. Mostly.

Which is what the truth is all about. A ten-day holiday in Spain with 3 of her girlfriends brought back a few rumours and a decade's digging by me to find out the absolute truth of the shenanigans which very gradually became whispered about over the years.

Now that I've found this thread and got some time I will endeavour to piece it all together in a decent narrative you might enjoy. I'll be back with a pretty long but, believe me, truthful relation of her girlie-vacation wildness.

It'll take me a while to get it all down but I'm looking forward to dragging it all out, after doing a bit of prompting of her reluctant memories over this weekend.

Watch this space. ;)

In the beginning, my wife was reluctant to discuss her past. Part of that may have been because she was coming out of an abusive relationship where he wanted to know about her past because he was jealous and it pissed him off (so why he wanted to know, I'll never understand). But over the years, she has revealed plenty. And there was plenty to reveal.

She told me about losing her virginity at 14 with a 30 something man who managed an arcade where she would hang out. She even drove me to her old home town and showed me a tree near a street where she would give that same oral sometimes. At 15 she had a 3 some with her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend. One of the best stories had to do with her being at a campground with her family at 15, running into a couple of guys she knew from school, and having a 3 some with them in their tent.

Lots of great stories.

I swear what I'm about to tell you is true. My wife and I both come from an extremely conservative area where pre marital sex was frowned on, so most girls were virgins when they got married. About three months before our wedding my bride to be confessed that she wasn't a virgin, and that she had had an affair with a married man twenty years older than her just before we started dating. The shocking part was that it wasn't just any guy, it was the pastor of her church, she lived across the street from him and he was coming over two or three times a week for several months to fuck her. I tried to act upset about what she told me, but the fact was that it turned me on BIG. What makes that story even better is that since he WAS her pastor, it was him who performed our marriage ceremony. There is a picture in our wedding album of the three of us together, and every time that I see it I have to laugh at the sight of her standing there next to her new husband and the guy that took her virginity from her.

Maybe this thread should be called "How open is your wife about her past-or"

LOL
 

Good one, Freddy. I have to tell you that as I got older I couldn't help but envy the guy, he was about 45 at the time and she was 20 and DAMN hot. After we were married for awhile, I talked her into telling me everything they did, and it was some hot stuff. She was pretty naive when they first started, and apparently he taught her everything from oral sex to all the different positions. She even let him shave her pussy, sitting on the vanity in the bathroom of the parsonage, how hot is that? Honestly, I have never had any negative thoughts about what she did with him, as I said it turned me on big knowing how she had spread her legs for him, and besides, by the time I started doing her she was very well taught and was ONE hot fuck.

Here's a picture of what she looks like today.

In the woods
 

My wife grew up in a very isolated area. There was nothing but forest land for many miles around her house. There was no one around for her to be friends with, as a result she would become very bored, and had to make up her own entertainment. she would go out into the woods strip off her clothes and run around naked for hours. She said it felt so good to be naked , she would finger herself. There was an old tree that had fallen over, with two branches that were perfect for laying against, it made the perfect spot to play with herself. She told me one time two of her cousins visited, a brother and sister. She took them too her tree and her and her cousin stripped naked and fingered themselves , while her male cousin watched. Her male cousin showed her his cock, she touched it and jerked it for a few seconds, but did not do it long enough for him to cum. She said it was the first cock she had ever touched. After we were dating she showed me her tree, but it was old and half rotted away. We ended up fucking under a nearby pine tree. She said she had layed quite a few of her boyfriends under this pine tree. I felt privileged too join the list.

I don't know why but I kept waiting for 7 dwarfs to appear from a hole in the ground near the tree, each of them dragging a big cock between their legs, but I guess I am really a sucker for happy endings!!!!

Great story! Thanks for sharing with us!!!

wife's past encounters
 

(my first post!)

My wife and I have been married for 6 years; she is 38 now, and was married once before. She is pretty shy, but after she has a little wine or beer, she loosens up a little, and I have been able to coax some of her past history out of her. She was born and raised in China, and is well educated. She worked for a large accounting firm, before I met her, and this is one of the things I was able to get her to tell me. (there are more, but this one is intriguing...)

My wife was about 25, married to her first husband, and just had their kid; I've seen pictures, and she still had a very slender, attractive figure, and her face is very attractive - at least I think so. Anyway, she was responsible for some of the foreign accounts, since she spoke some English, which is the only common language they could use. One of the clients (from Africa, I don't know which country) would come in about 2x's a year, and she had to take care of him while he was in China; apparently he was pretty aggressive, and ignored the ring on her finger. she tried to make sure there was another person present during meetings, dinners etc, but she still had to fend him off continually, his hands were always a danger to her. Of course I pressed her for details, but all she would say at first is his hands were "everywhere" if she wasn't careful. This is already pretty exciting to me, since I know that business women in China always wear skirts and dresses, pants are not allowed. I have seen photos of her when she was in her mid 20's, and her hemline was fashionably above the knees, so I was really curious exactly where his hands ended up.....anyway, she wouldn't tell me any more, though I brought it up a couple of times - each time she clammed up, which made me even more curious! I did get that he was older (than her), pretty tall and bigger than her by a lot. She is 5-3, about 115 lbs. She said he was much bigger than I am, though I am average size for an American, just under 5-10 and 175 lbs.

So I would occasionally squeeze info about other relationships she had, with a little success, but nothing more about this client from Africa. Then one night she got pretty blitzed, and when we were in bed, she started it by wanting to know "exactly" how many women I had been with, before her...well, that turned into some interesting stories, and we were both pretty turned on after awhile. She was so blitzed she didn't realize she was actually answering my questions....

So, I found out that one evening her manager and her and the client went out to dinner, to celebrate the signing of a large new contract. Lots of wine, etc. Then her manager left, but he warned her that the guy expected her to be "nice" to him, or he would tear up the contract. My wife was stunned, she couldn't afford to lose her job, and if word got out she wasn't a "team player", she'd never work in that city again - at least in that kind of high-paying job. She tried to distract him, but ended up in his hotel room. Needless to say, with the drink, and the bit of coercion, my wife was helpless, and finally let him have his way. I heard a lot about her trying to hold the hem of her dress down, and finally "giving up"...(what does that mean?? I can only imagine where his hands went after she "gave up". Anyway, her attempts at fending him off didn't work, and she didn't want to anger him...I do know he didn't use a condom, and he came inside her, which made her sick to her stomach with fear (nothing bad happened, thank god) ...I also know that his hands were really big, because his finger went inside her first, and it felt "like a penis" it was so big. I know she spent the whole night there, and he made love to her several times. Maybe one day she'll get drunk enough for me to ferret out more details, but for now, that's about what I know...still, pretty exciting to me!

There are some other details, and a few more stories, but I don't want to make this post too long. If anyone is interested, I'll post more.

Yes, Please! would love to hear more. Did she tell you if her 1st hubby knew ... or what he said when she didn't come home until the next morning?

Great strory, please share any other details that you can remember, and any other stories she has. I love to hear about women having sex to get a job, keep a job, or anything where they feel conflicted about having sex.

more on coercion
 

yes, the pressure of a little coercion makes the story more intriguing.
It happens pretty frequently, especially in China/Asia, because they don't have the same culture, and women's lib hasn't made inroads yet...it will, trust me, the internet will see to that!

In terms of coercion with my wife, that was the only time that I know about, but I'll keep digging :-) Not that there aren't a couple of interesting stories that she did tell me. This one is very brief, as there isn't much to tell; When she first came to the US, a friend got her a job at a swanky restaurant as a hostess. After about a week, I noticed two things. First, she didn't seem to like the job much; and second, her hostess uniform was a long dress with a long slit up the side. After the second week, she threatened to quit, and I asked her why. Her response was "the manager is a jerk", When I pressed her, she finally told me that he was constantly "at" her, touching her arms, her knee, etc, even when she put him off. Finally, the last straw was when he cornered her after hours, and tried to slip his hand under her dress (via the slit) and kiss her. I asked her how far his hand got, but she wouldn't say - just "too far, isn't that enough?" I pressed her a little for details, (under the guise of finding out whether we had a law suit for sexual harassment) and mentioned her dress was pretty long, so his hand couldn't go very far...(heh heh, we know better) and she angrily said that he "tried to go all the way up the front", at which point I let it go because she was getting pretty pissed off. I did take a look at her dress when she wasn't there, and she was right, the slit went so high that her manager could sort of sweep the front of her dress away from her legs...

Here's a few details that I omitted for brevity, about the african client story; The company had several offices in China, and in the major cities they kept apartments for employees to use. This was a BIG company, and the contracts were for big dollars, which is why my wife was so afraid for her job. She was in Shanghai a lot, using the apartment. Her husband was in a different city, so he didn't know what she did when she was away on "business", so he didn't know she had stayed overnight. Her "roommates" who were also using the Shanghai apartment did know however, and that was one of the things that made the situation so embarrassing. They were on her mercilessly about what they think (know) happened. one girl kept asking if the client was as big down there as the rest of him....the only reason I know he didn't use a condom was because she was terrified the next day that she had gotten an STD from him, or pregnant - though she didn't get either, thank god! The only other detail I can remember her telling me is that during the cab ride to the hotel, the client kept pushing her dress up, and she was afraid the cabbie could see "everything", and that she was a hooker.

I have a few other stories I'll post if people are interested, but they are not more coercion stories...just prior wife's experiences that I ferreted out.

Thanks for posting again. Did she mention any details about the sex, oral, positions, how big he was, etc?

more detail
 

Hmm, she wasn't that specific. It was hard enough to get the details that I did squeeze out of her. Thinking back, I know she was wearing a short dress, that he was really groping her in the taxi even before she got to his hotel; she did say his hand was so big it covered her "down there". The hotel was a really nice one, so his room was pretty nice too, probably a suite. (He represented a big company too, that did lots of business in China, or my wife would have not been pressured). I know he didn't just forcibly **** her, because she said they were on the sofa for awhile, and she tried to distract him, but couldn't, and they ended up in the bed. Sorry, I don't know if he was "big" or not, but one can guess....when I said is he bigger than me, she just said, "I'm happy with the way you are...don't worry" (I'm pretty average, not tiny but certainly not anything to brag about) I am pretty sure they did it at least 2-3 times that night/morning, because that was why she was so scared about being pregnant/disease. Oral sex? again, one would have to guess, but....I myself fantasize that after he groped her long enough, she was getting excited despite herself, and she either did a striptease (at his demand) or he managed to peel her clothes off, and carries her to the bedroom to be f****d. I never dared ask her if she orgasmed.... :-)

Here's a thought, my wife did tell me about the adolescent/young adult games they play in China, sort of like spin the bottle, etc, but with slightly more sexual overtones. if people are interested, I'll post.

thanks for your interest!

wife's naughty games
 

So here's the last of things my wife has told me about her past - at least things that might be of interest to others on this thread.

In the US, there are games that are "harmless", but have sexual overtones, I'm thinking like "spin the bottle" or "truth or dare", games that just touch on burgeoning sexuality. Anyway, in china the games are similar, card games, dice games etc. What is a little different sometimes is the stakes. First, women and girls in China wear skirts and dresses and high heels - and the higher your social "class" the more likely that they will not wear pants. Even on casual days, the women wore a lot of skirts and dresses, with and without pantyhose. cool, if you ask me!

anyway, this time my wife was with a couple of friends, 2 women and 3 guys, total, and they had bought snacks and beer, and were playing cards after work in the apartment. Here the stakes were kind of weird, and it took me awhile to "get" it, but it was kind of titillating after you visualize it. there were various punishments for losing a hand, and once you lost, you had to endure the punishments until the end of the round, ie, when there was a "final winner". That could take a few hands, or a long time, depending on the luck of the draw. anyway, one of the punishments was the loser had to squat on his/her chair, knees up, hands behind your head, until the round was over. Another was to have to be on your hands and knees under the table, and the other players (those who had not lost yet) could whack the loser's bottoms. (Despite a lot of questioning, I STILL don't quite get how these punishments work....) I do know this: My wife told me that it was a tough choice if you lost, because wearing a skirt and being on your hands and knees wasn't so good, and neither was squatting on a chair, with your knees up in the air, without being able to pull your skirt up/down, whatever. also, if the loser moved his/her hands from their behind their head, they had to do another punishment, usually down some alcohol, or stay punished for the NEXT round, not a good thing...so here's the sexy part, if you haven't already figured it out:

My wife lost early, and her punishment as decided by the group was to squat on the chair, no doubt chosen by the guys because she was wearing a dress, which immediately started to slip up her thighs, exposing most, if not all of her legs. I asked my wife about playing the game with a dress on, and she almost clammed up- obviously part of the tension was between between embarrassed, but also excited, something she won't admit too! anyway, soon after one of the guys lost, and HIS punishment (surprise...) was to be paddled under the table. Of course, being under the table he had a perfect view up both girl's dresses, particularly my wife's, who had her knees up, her dress falling away from her legs. She knew it too, and I think that was the fun of the whole thing..being "trapped" into showing her panties! anyway, after a lot of this kind of thing, several rounds of winners and losers, the other girl and one of the guys retired to one of the bedrooms, leaving my wife and two guys. they continued to play, this time the "whacking" turned into "tickling", and my wife said that is when the game stopped, because they started tickling her where she didn't want to be "tickled". Anyway, sex that night was pretty damned good (it is anyway...but) as I thought about my pretty wife's panties being exposed all evening - and even enduring some groping/tickling, until she called the game off.

I guess this isn't as juicy as the other story, but I kind of like it!

I've lots of stories from my ex-wife; she was pretty open about it and it was, for me, great fodder for sex. Many of her stories she wrote down for me when I was away from home for long periods of time, so I have them literally in her own words. Perhaps I'll post some. I think you would like them.

Please do.

My First Blowjob
 

As I mentioned, these stories are in her own words, written for me. I didn't edit anything, so any grammar/spelling errors are left in. More submissions may be in store. Hope you enjoy.

I think the night started out with a dinner and movie or something similar. Could have been hanging out at his house playing pool, or maybe we were at a football game. I’m not really sure what we had done that evening. I only know that Michael was giving me a ride home and pulled into my driveway at about 1100.

Saying out goodbyes usually did take a little while with us. Typical teenage making out, groping, feeling up took time in the front of pick up truck. This night things got pretty steamy rather quickly. I was sitting in the middle of the bench seat facing him, my back leaning against the steering wheel. I was practically in his lap, my left hand rested comfortably between us, right on his crotch. As we made out; kissing, sucking, nibbling, panting, I felt his cock growing harder. This aroused me more than normal this night, though I don’t know why. I had no particular plan to go any further with out goodbye than I normally did. I let him cop a feel up my shirt, if I was in shorts or a skirt he might get to rub a little through my panties, but that was as close as the contact got sitting in my driveway. This night I happened to be in one of my favorite jean skirt outfits. The skirt was a flowing skirt that allowed ready access to my private areas.

As the make out session became more intense his hand naturally traveled from my hips to my outer thigh, from my outer thigh to my inner thigh, from my inner thigh up higher and higher until his fingers traced the line of my panties. He found that they were satiny that night and smiled at that. He enjoyed the cool smooth feeling. For some reason that night we were both more aroused and more daring. Just as the thought traveled through my mind that I might play with the actual member, his fingers went from tracing the panty line to sliding inside them. They continued by tracing the outline of my pussy, caressing my lips slowly.

His breath grew more rapid and even hotter against my neck and in my mouth. His tongue felt moist and hungry tangling with my own. My own arousal at his touch had the final effect of making my mind up and I unzipped his pants and reached inside. I found his cock to be much harder than I had expected it to be. Being that I had never felt it before, outside of his pants that is, I found it to be much larger as well. The size of his cock served to arouse me further and by forces unknown to me I was magnetically drawn down towards it. I kissed his well muscled chest on the way down, and covered his six pack with my lips and tongue as well. I glanced at his face as best I could in the darkness and saw a look of serenity, his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips. His left hand sat almost awkwardly on his leg as his right hand continued its exploration beneath my satin panties. I was having a little trouble lowering myself comfortably due to the steering wheel; he felt my pause, noticed the problem and raised the wheel quickly. I felt his body tense when he did it, perhaps hoping that having to touch anything or pay attention to any detail may break the spell and stop the action. It didn’t. I smiled up at him and nodded my approval. On the second nod I slid back just about an inch and my mouth seemed to almost fall around the head of his cock. I closed my lips over the mushroom shaped head and sucked gently. Suddenly a feeling of insecurity swept over me. What was I doing, how did I do it, was it right? The feeling was close to panic until I felt his hips swivel and heard the moan escaped him. I also felt his hand clench a little bit, his fingers had found their way to the inner lip area of my pussy and I noticed at that moment that my hips were swiveling as well. My pussy ached in a way I had never felt before…with all of the fondling I’d ever done, I had never encountered a feeling such as this. I knew, by instinct it seemed, that I wanted his fingers to venture further. I kept my lips around his cock for the same reason he tensed when he had to raise the steering wheel, I didn’t want to break the spell. I traced the rather predominant ridge of his obviously circumcised cock with my tongue and reached between my own legs. Interlocking my fingers with his, I guided them where I so badly wanted them to go, inside my extremely moist pussy. The dampness I felt between my pussy lips had the same effect on me as the rigidity of his cock, I was quite surprised. I had not expected to be so aroused, was it his rubbing or the dick in my mouth that had done it? I didn’t know, but I thought it was probably a combination of both. I left his fingers to explore my inner regions alone and moved my own to stroke his cock. It was then that I first learned a “sexed” pussy smelled different than a day to day pussy. Not that I was actually having sex, but the smell was distinctly different. At that time it was just a guess, but after future fondling and such sexual encounters the hypothesis was proved true. A pussy that is aroused and being played with smells different, muskier, than a pussy that is not. I liked the smell of my own pussy for the first time ever. I would later learn, too, that after having actual sex, the smell was equally as pleasant (most of the time). Michael was, surprisingly, very good with his hand in this capacity. I knew for fact that this was his first time in an encounter of this type as well. I later learned that I had been lucky with him, not all men can finger a girl as well as Michael.

During the entire time I was thinking of the smell of my pussy and the fact that I was very much enjoying what Michael was doing, I was also taking great care in the care that I was giving his cock. I was stroking around the base where my mouth would not reach and I remembered what I had read long ago in an article on how to french kiss. The words in my head from this article where “the tongue is the most important part”. It occurred to me, perhaps because each time my tongue made a circle around his cock his ass lifted off the seat and his breathe was either sucked in or blown out harder than normal, that he enjoyed my tongue playing an important part in my first blow job. I’m not sure how long this went on. His thumb and pointer finger; simultaneously tracing my inner labia and tickling the inner walls of my vagina, where inflicting a great deal of pleasure on my defenseless self; and, his middle finger had somehow found my clit in the process. Whether he learned it in a book or judged by my reaction, he was correct in assuming that it felt great he focused a good deal of attention on it. Although I thought his arm looked like it was in an awkward and uncomfortable position, his hand showed now sign of it.

His left hand which had previously lain unused on his leg now moved to the back of my head and I could tell he was trying to control the urge to push me further down his dick. I considered trying to “deep throat” his ample package, but after hearing one too many horror stories in the varsity soccer locker room, I decided to stick with what I was good at. And, judging from the look of joy on Michaels face, I was good at the head suck/base stroke technique. He succeeded in controlling the urge to push his cock down my throat and suddenly it felt larger in my mouth. His fingers stopped mid finger-fuck and his hips stayed lifted toward me. His previously unintelligible moans and gasps now became legible. “Oh Jesus oh Christ, Jen, I’m….oh fuck, you better…can I …?” I knew what he was getting at and after a very short consideration knew I was not ready to have cum in my mouth. Again, due to stories in the locker room I knew that it was hot, sticky, and tasted like rotten salt, I didn’t want it to ruin my enjoyment so I lifted my mouth from his cock for the first time since I had taken it in and simply stroked from base to head, base to head, base to head. I felt his cock pulsing and growing larger with each stroke. “Please don’t sto…” was the last thing he said to me before his load shot out of him and all over my shirt and his jeans. It ran down the back of my hand and threw my fingers; out of some morbid curiosity I licked a small amount of it off the tip of my middle finger. The girls had been right, it was horrible. However, Michael’s eyes grew wide with a pleasantly surprised type of look and I learned at that moment that men enjoyed it when women drank their juices. Calling on every bit of acting talent I had, I fake enjoyment and Michael laughed victoriously as his pulled me to him and kissed me hard on the mouth. He reached for a napkin that was luckily on the floor of the truck, wiped himself as clean as possible and tucked himself in. Obviously unsure what to say to me after this shameless act of fellatio and corresponding finger-fucking he just looked at me, equally unsure of what to say I smile at him. Finally I said, “Well, that was fun.” To this he agreed and we went about saying goodbye, though I don’t really remember, it probably went something like this: Me “I had fun tonight.” Him “Me too” Me “So call me in the morning?” Him “Yeah, I will” Me “K” Him “Later then”, lean in for a kiss and off we went…but this time, after about 5-10 minutes of typical teenage making out, groping, feeling up, etc in the front of his pick up, in the driveway to my mother’s home; we actually said goodbye and I got out and went inside. He waited for me to get inside, as he always did, and then he drove home. Thus went my very first blow job, and the very first time I was actually “fingered”.

My wife's past...!
 

I met my wife in the 1970s when she was sixteen. I lived in a big city and she lived in a much smaller neighboring town. That being said, I didn't know anything about her friends nor anyone else in the town. But I knew she was a hot little cutie cheerleader with a fantastic body and great looks. We started going steady but because I liked her so much I didn't immediately put any moves on her but took things rather slowly. When I finally fucked her some many months later she told me that it was special because I was her first. I was young and stupid and believed her!

We eventually married but than I became skeptical about her sexual past and would ask her about it. She always insisted that I was her first. But like everything else, with some alcohol and gentle persuasion, some years later the truth finally came out. It seems that my wife jerked-off her first guy at age thirteen, performed her first blow-job at fourteen, and got fucked for the first time at fifteen! Prior to meeting me, she admitted to fucking six different guys, some on a regular basis, and blowing many, many, others! Additionally, while she was going steady with me, she was still seeing two old boyfriends, sucking and fucking them on the nights that she wasn't with me!

The best however is what happened after we got engaged. I purchased and presented her with a large diamond wedding ring, very high quality and quite large even by today's standards. Now engaged but seeking to have one more good time with both former boyfriends, she agreed to meet up with each of them for one last date. On her date with John, my wife wound up at his house where he begged to fuck her one last time. Seeing that this request was going nowhere, he asked that she suck his cock. My wife refused but did however agree to give him a hand-job. So she jerked him off but not until he came in my wife’s hand with his cum soaking her new diamond engagement ring!

When she met up with the other former boyfriend about a week later, he too wanted to fuck my wife one last time. Again, my wife refused on the grounds that she was now engaged. She did however like this guy very much and did agree to give him as she called it, a good-bye blow-job. He asked that my wife blow him nude which she refused to do. But he did persuad my wife to remove her top and bra. Soon she was topless and on her knees performing an intense blow-job while he was feeling her tits. He continued to fuck my wife’s mouth until he shot his load. As my wife told me, he shot some cum in her mouth, pulled his cock out, and shot the remainder of his cum all over my wife’s face and tits! Even though she said that at the time she was pissed for the cum-bath he gave her, she said she did enjoy pleasing this very special guy one last time!

So in reality, my wife was cuckolding me since we were going steady. At the time she started to reveal to me all of her past escapades, she was happy to realize that I was very aroused to hear these stories. We are still married and strangely enough, about seven or eight years ago entered into a hotwife / cuckold relationship with one of the guys that was fucking her prior to us getting married. But that is another story for another time…!

Big One
 

As hinted, here's another story from my ex, written in her words. I'd suspected for years that she'd enjoyed a big cock in the past, but she assured me she didn't (not that I'd have cared - I actually got her several big cocks for her to enjoy later on). Eventually, I got it out of her, and here's the story she wrote.

Donny and I had known each other since high school. We always got along really well, hung with the same crowd a lot. Chilled together on a few occasions and flirted like it was our job. After I graduated though, we lost touch for a bit, lucky for me we reconnected early in the summer when he ended up working with a friend of mine. I went to meet her at her restaurant for a drink after work, he was our bartender. Apparently he had told her he was interested in me and he wanted to get together, she had asked me to come there (instead of our usual place) for that specific reason. Needless to say, he was happy to see me and before my second drink we had decided to hook up the next night for dinner. We went out to dinner at a cute little restaurant and the banter was fun and sexy the whole night. He flattered me with compliments on everything from my eyes and hair to the allure of my hips. The sexual tension became quite intense on the ride back to his place. When we got there we made popcorn on the stove and put in the movie we had stopped to rent. The conversation and the atmosphere were light and relaxed, like old friends, but the sexual energy kept the air hot. By the second scene in the movie I was leaning on him with my arm d****d between his legs and his arm was around me, hand resting comfortably above my right breast. I don’t remember how I ended up facing him, but there I was turned toward him with my lips on his neck. I never did see “What Dreams May Come.”

After some seriously heavy petting and a lot of full on making out with kisses covering every inch above the waist, the gloves came off. Technically, it was his pants, not the gloves, but the expression is fitting. And I say his pants because I was wearing a skirt and that was just lifted, never actually removed. It was nice though, kind of sweet in a way, he seemed to want to take his time. He caressed me so gently, his hand traveling from my hips to my outer thigh then sliding slowly around to my inner thigh, higher and higher until his fingers touched the edges of my cotton thongs. It was the soft way that he caressed my lips that finally became too much, I unzipped his pants and reached inside. I began trailing my kissing down his stomach and sliding his jeans down his hips. I moved my body down as I pulled them off and began to slowly slide back up, intending to take his cock into my mouth for a few minutes.

I literally stopped cold when I saw it. My jaw dropped open, but the thought of putting it in my mouth was completely dead. I just looked up at him and laughed. Chuckled really, had no idea what to say. I guess he didn’t either because he just looked at me with this, “what’s the matter” kind of look on his face. I finally managed, “You could have warned me.”

You know what he said? “What?” Is he kidding? Come on. I sat straight up and just looked at him.
“Are you kidding? Donny, it’s freaking huge. That thing is not going in me!”

He was incredulous, telling me that it was not, I was exaggerating, and I didn’t have to flatter him. I wasn’t trying to be flattering. I finally explained that flattering was saying, “Whoa your cock is so big,” with a mouth full of it. Not refusing to go near it because you’ve never even seen a dildo that big. He of course protested and told me it wasn’t that big and that I should give it a chance. He then proceeded to return his attention to my tits and then down to my clit. His tongue traced my lips and circled my clit until I shuddered in climax again. Making me cum was his only mistake, well he would think so anyway. Just before I came I was ready to just climb on and take the punishment, but then I came. I was good to go. I knew though that it would be too terrible to just leave him there, rock hard and turning blue. So I did right, I licked it a little, sucked on the tip (that’s all that fit I swear) and then jerked him off. And, because I had actually laughed at him, although with a porn sized cock that can’t be construed as an insult, I let him cum on my tits.

It wasn’t until the next night that I was home, alone and horny, that I decided it might be worth a try. In case you don’t know, I’m a pretty small girl and at that point I hadn’t been with a whole lot of men, so it scared the shit out of me.

Anyway, so I’m sitting there in my favorite chair wondering if he would even talk to me. Even though I took care of him after I came, we never fucked and I left before the movie was over (keep in mind it was after midnight at this point and I wasn’t about to spend the night), so why would he want to keep things going when I pretty much told there was no way in hell he was getting that thing in me. The phone rang once and his voice came on the line, “I was hoping I’d hear from you.” He was waiting for my call? Not a chance. But, I kept up my usual light and humorous banter with him.

“Of course you were,” I laughed into the phone. “Cancel your plans for the night, I’m coming up.”

“I have a 12 pack in the fridge waiting for you.” He was waiting for my call. Good boy.

The drive to his ‘house on the hill’ as we called it was about 20 minutes. In that time I had completely talked myself out of and back into fucking him at least 4 times. I was going to need a few of those beers.

He met me at my car when I pulled in and wrapped his strong arms around me. Did I mention that the rest of him was huge, too? Well not entirely, he’s only about 6 or 7 inches taller than me, but he was built. Deliciously sculpted abs, pecs that you could see through a 3 piece suit and arms that were made for wrapping a girl up. Not to mention on hell of an ass. He pulled me to him and then leaned me back against the car, where we spent a good 5 minutes with out tongues entwined. I started the think the beer wasn’t going to be so crucial, and then I felt him growing hard against the front of me. Yup, I was going to need the beer.

When our lips finally parted I was smiling, so was he. The look on his face was two things, happy to see me and up for the challenge. That look made me want him all the more. He grabbed us a couple of beers and we went out to sit on the back deck. We sat there for a few a minutes in relative silence, but it wasn’t awkward, more like comfortable. Then he asked if I happened to have a swim suit in the car. I did, actually, but why? He wanted to go in the hot tub, of course he did. Well, I wasn’t going to say no, so I went and changed into my swim suit. It just happened to be a white crocheted bathing suit, not actually made to be swum in, but more for sun bathing. So as soon as I got in the hot tub I was completely exposed. He noticed this and commented, “If you didn’t look so hot in that suit I’d say just take it off, but I’d rather tease you for a little bit and take it off for you.” Huh. Tease me. I liked the sounds of that.

He was a good kisser and I was remembering how good his mouth felt on my pussy. Hoping he’d get the hint I pulled myself up and sat on the edge of tub. Lucky for me he was on the same wavelength, he moved over in front of me and immediately buried his face between my legs. His hot breath felt amazing coming through my suit as he massaged my clit with his entire mouth. Somehow he found just the right spot and before I knew it my hand was on the back of his head, not letting him pull away, I wanted to cum. He stayed where I needed, pressing with his mouth and breathing, I came, wonderfully.

As my body relaxed I slid myself back down into the water and pulled myself up close to him. I felt his cock, hard, between my legs. I loved it. I wanted it. I slipped my hand between his abs and his shorts, down to his cock. It felt delicious. As I pulled it out, I saw the smile form on his mouth. He wanted me. I loved knowing that.

I didn’t want to be in the hot tub anymore. He followed me out, but I never made it to the house. He grabbed me from behind and pulled me down on the grass. He held me with one arm, quieted my surprised squeal with a kiss, and used the other hand to work the simple hook on the back of my suit top. The bikini top fell away easily and was replaced by his hands on my tits guiding me back to the ground. From there I watched him slide his own shorts off and pull the bottom to my bikini down and off my legs as well. He laid himself gently on top of me guiding his cock between my legs and rubbing my pussy with it slowly. I didn’t need much prep, I was wet and I wanted to fuck. He licked my lips and then quietly asked if I was sure. Sweet. I was sure, but he’d have to take it slow. His assurance was a soft kiss on the mouth. He then sat up and began to rub my clit with his thumb; his other hand was stroking his own cock, which turned me on immensely. I reached up and began to follow behind his hand, stroking him gently. I arched my hips, reaching for him with my pelvis, I was ready. He tilted himself down and placed his cock between my outer lips. Using small circular motions he moistened himself with my juices before entering me. I couldn’t believe how far apart my lips were spread with just the tip of his penis there. He barely had room to move, he filled the space completely. Suddenly my senses were heightened, I felt the grass under me, I felt the ripples of his muscles, and as he began to slide himself inside of me, I could feel the pulsing of his veins on my lips. The pleasure was immense and the pain slow to come. He slid himself in and out of me slowly, guiding himself deeper into me with each thrust. His motion was smooth as silk and he held my firmly against as he moved. I was loving this and started thinking I was afraid of nothing. Then he moved farther into me and I felt the first burst of pain. He felt my body tense in his grasp and he paused to look at me. Before this I don’t know if he was looking at me, my eyes had been closed simply enjoying the ecstasy I was in. Right then my eyes popped open though, and I pushed back. Still, my body was pulsing with sexual energy and I wanted him, it was near desperate wanting. He had worked me up into quite a frenzy, what was a girl to do. All of this happened in just a split second and there he was holding himself perfectly still looking down at me, almost grinning. It was impossible not to smile back up at that gorgeous face.

“Just move slowly, we are outside, I can’t be too loud.”

His response, “The neighbors are almost a mile away, you’d have to be pretty loud for them to hear you.” Nice. Then he added, “You sure you’re okay?”

I just smiled back up at him and pulled his hips toward me, I didn’t pull too hard though. He again began his gentle rocking, pushing himself further and further inside of me centimeters at a time. I was worried that I would be dry by the time the end got near me, but he made sure that wasn’t a problem. Perhaps in an effort to distract me, perhaps he was just that good, he was all over me. His hands caressing me, his lips kissing everywhere they could reach, even his breath on my neck titillated me and took my focus off the massive member he was slowly sliding up me. I could feel my lips and then my pelvis spreading to take him all in. God it ached. Not a bad ache though, the kind of ache that leaves you burning for more, begging for more, but unsure if you can take it.

I don’t think he ever got the entire thing inside, but he got enough. At some point we both stopped bracing for entry and just began thoroughly enjoying the sex. He was still holding me, caressing me, kissing me. I don’t really remember where my hands were, I think on his hips a lot of the time, sometimes his thrusts went too deep and that hurt. But the ache of my pussy stretching to take him in was wonderful. Even as I came time and again it left me wanting more. I felt him building up to a climax of his own and found myself almost wishing we weren’t about to be done. At the same time, I wanted it. God damn I wanted it. I felt my body tense and my senses heighten yet again. The grass felt damp beneath me, probably not dew I decided, more like my own sweat and the water from the hot tub. Why I thought this at that moment I don’t know, but it took my thoughts off of him just long enough for him to pull himself (nearly) fully into me, penetrating my entire being with a blast of pain from the end of him reaching the end of me. Still, as he pulled out just a little and I felt him burst in ecstasy inside of me I came, hard, maybe harder than I ever had before. The ache of him splitting my pussy was momentarily drowned out by our pulsing together in pleasure. As our climaxes jointly came to an end he collapsed down on the grass next to me, leaving me again aching, still for more.

wifes prior lovers
 

I enjoy asking about my wife's prior lovers. She always wants to know how many I have had and then it moves to her history. She is always changing the number. It is great.

First of all I have known her since I was 12 years old and we married at 35. She had a reputation at a young age of 14 or so but claims those rumors are not true. What is true is one of my friends broke her virginity when she was 15. I have a few other friends who had sex with her in her late 20's and early 30's as well. I know a old friend who got her so drunk on a date that he fucked her while she was passed out, she does not like that one for obvious reasons. My favorite is her college boyfriend who was hung like a horse. I would love to see her on that because at 7 inches she wiggles for deepest penetration and I like to ask about her ex- at that point.

She is very conservative but at times you get some of the truth and it is hot.

Tongue Fucker
 

Here's another for you folks to enjoy. Same rules as before: her words; I've changed nothing, not even grammar or spelling errors. This one's shorter than the previous two. Hope you enjoy.

Once there was this guy. He licked my pussy. I liked it.

After he licked my pussy, I left. The next day, I went back.

We had dinner – steak and red potatoes and Caesar salad. After dinner, he licked my pussy again. I liked it. Then we had dessert, cheese cake w/ raspberry sauce, home made. After dessert we went and rented a movie, I can’t remember the title. I didn’t watch the movie. During the first scene I got on my knees in front of the couch he was sitting on and sucked his cock. He liked it. I took the whole cock into my mouth while it was soft and let it grow between my lips. I liked the feeling of his dick getting hard in my mouth, it made me wet. He moved his hips in time with the bobbing of my head as I pulled his cock into my mouth over and over. I began to suck harder and felt the pace of his pelvis swiveling accelerating. I didn’t want him to cum; I wanted him to lick my pussy again. He did.

When I pulled his cock out of my mouth he patted the seat on the couch next to him and spread my legs for me. (I wasn’t wearing any panties – or pants for that matter.) This time he was on his knees in front of the couch and his head disappeared between my legs. I felt his fingers separate my pussy lips and his tongue flicked inside quickly. His fingers held my lips apart and he lapped at me hungrily. He devoured my pussy centimeter by centimeter, neuron by neuron. My muscles spasmed and twitched, my legs tensed and tried to close, his free hand stopped them from suffocating him as he ate me out. Once every drop of pussy cum had been licked clean off my lips and outer pussy area, he slid his tongue deeper into my pussy. He let my lips close around his and focused on my clit momentarily before delving fully into my c*nt. His tongue poked at my hole eagerly and he glanced up at me, lips shining with my cum, as he entered me. He tongue fucked me long enough to allow me two complete orgasms before he finally raised himself face to face with me.

The question was clear in his eyes, after having licked my pussy 3 times now, he wanted to fuck. I nodded eagerly and tried to pull his hips into mine. He pulled away however and reached for the stand next to the couch, out of the drawer he pulled a condom and he slipped it on quickly. I smiled thanks as I pulled him into me, he came willing this time. I found out then why he licked pussy so much, not only was his cock a little little, he lasted barely long enough for me to cum once before he filled the condom and collapsed on top of me.

I can’t complain though, he tongue fucked me better than most man could actually fuck; I let him do it again the next morning before I left.

My wife's past..Part II
 

My original post "My Wife's Past..!" was posted on 12/17/11. I encourage all to read it. This post concerns something that happened just a few nights ago and was unknown to me until than. This past Monday after a nice dinner my wife and I broke out a bottle of white wine, her favorite. Neither one of us are really drinkers, but every now and than we like to relax and imbibe a little. After several glasses, my wife was starting to get a bit tipsy. At that point I convinced her that it would be nice to fool around a bit. She agreed and went into the bedroom but told me not to leave the den.

When my wife returned, she was attired in some very sexy lingerie, stockings, and "fuck me" high heels. Soon she was on her knees blowing me while I sat on the couch. She is usually quite reticent to talk about her sexual past, but when I brought it up and asked her to tell me a story of how naughty she was, she told me about her special week. I can only assume it was the wine that did it!

It seems that unbeknown to me at the time, my wife was juggling two other boyfriends even after we were engaged (see my first post). As my wife tells it, on one particular week she saw boyfriend #1 on one evening, boyfriend #2 the next evening, and me on the following consecutive night. Ok, so she was cuckolding me even early in our relationship, so what! The "so what" is the fact that she just admitted to me that she performed blow-jobs and fucked both boyfriends on consecutive nights and than sucked and fucked me on the third night! What a fucking sl*t!

When I heard this story on Monday evening, I asked her several times if it were true. She was already giddy but laughed and told me that it was indeed true! I got so excited that I pulled her head by her hair and fucked her mouth a few times until I shot a huge load! She pulled her head off my cock right after I unloaded and drooled the cum into her empty wine glass, enjoying the fact that I took delight in watching her. Than she smiled and told me that on that particular week many years ago when she fucked her other two boyfriends on consecutive nights, one of her boyfriends had cum while in her pussy (he had a condom on), but the other guy sprayed cum all over her face and tits! Several weeks later I proposed to her and we got engaged. (see my original post on 12/17/2011 for the details) Yes, we are still happily married!

Jack
 

Here's another story in my ex's own words. Wish I had a picture so you could get a sense of what she looked like.

Jack offered to give me a ride home from the party on the old Mossy Bank rode. I was planning to just walk home, but I had a lot to drink and didn’t know if I’d make it. We had been flirting the whole night, but he was dating a girl I knew…so I was trying to be good. I considered turning the ride down, but it was a long walk and the offer was just too good to pass up. He knew where I lived, so I was just relaxing in the passenger seat when he went straight through the stop sign at the bottom of the hill, instead of turning right. I considered pointing out the misdirection, but decided wherever he was taking me would probably be more fun what awaited at my house.

We drove up the old school house rode and pulled over about 2 miles up into a patch of wood. He didn’t speak at all, he just got out and opened the back door. I climbed over the seat and was pulling at his shirt before he even had the door shut again. My clothes seemed to fall off and I felt the cold leather of his back seat against my back before I even really realized what was happening. I could have been the alcohol, or the scent of his cologne, or a little of both. Whatever it was, I was feeling fine. I felt even better when his lips began to cover my naked body with rushed moist kisses.

Neither of us had spoken a word since we left the party, but, even though there was no light, I could tell he was smiling. He molested my breasts as his tongue lapped at my vagina eagerly. My body rolled with his touch and I arched toward him with a moan.

He began to travel back up my stomach his lips not missing a spot on the way. He lingered momentarily about my tits and took time to nibble each of them. He stayed hovering breathily over my neck and I felt him reach to the floor of the back seat and heard him fumbling for something. My hopes were right, I didn’t know his history and was really thinking (when my mind functioned that is) that I wanted him to wear a condom. Whether or not I would have been able to bridle my own passions and deny the sex if he hadn’t been prepared, I don’t know. But I didn’t have to find out. I heard the wrapper tear open and felt he reach down to put it on. I, too, reached down and found his cock. He was on his knees straddling me, hovering just over my waist…had I sat up I think the cock would have been aimed straight in my mouth. I helped him roll the condom on and then pulled him back down to me. He moved his body down slightly and aligned our pelvic regions. I felt the now sheathed cock touching lightly on my pussy lips and reached down to guide him in.

His mouth was at my neck again biting playfully and driving me wild. I could hardly stand it anymore, I wanted him inside of me bad. I felt his cock part my lips and he stopped. I was certain he was about to ask some ridiculous question like “are you sure about this” and at that moment the last thing I wanted to do was think about the fact I was having drunken sex in the back seat of a Monte Carlo with a guy who had a girlfriend who I happened to be friends with. What I wanted at that moment was for him to fucking fuck me. So I told him, “please just shut up and do this”. And he did. He didn’t hesitate again. He continued to assault my neck, right in the front and up the side by my ear … incredibly erotic. Finally his cock was fully inside of me and he was good.

The cock was slightly about average, as far as I could tell, and (just like his girlfriend had told me) he really new how to use it. He didn’t try to do anything fancy or difficult. He just pushed in and out in and out very rhythmically and just hard enough. His hands traveled the length of my body multiple times and his mouth moved the focus from my neck to my tits just when the change was needed. He was good. It’s a good thing we had gone to a deserted road and not back to my place. There was no way I was going to keep quite. He had me moaning, practically screaming, and begging him not to stop. He teased me with his lips, tongue, and teeth, but never with his cock. The cock he gave me just the way I wanted the whole time. The whole actual act couldn’t have lasted more than 5 or 10 minutes but by the time it was over, I was spent. I felt him surge and burst inside of me and he collapsed on top of me. He said something, but my heart was pounding too loud in my ears to hear it.

I lay there trying to catch my breath as he slid backwards, opened the door, and got out of the car half naked. He took the condom off and tossed it into the wood before climbing back in and kissing me once, full and hard on the mouth. He said “that was fucking great”, grabbed his pants and then got back in the front seat.

Two days later he was knocking at my door asking what time I expected my mom and sister home. On the phone minutes earlier I had told him they weren’t there. They would be gone hours still. By an hour later, I had a pretty bad rug burn on my back from the living room carpet and my pussy a little on the sore side.

Rimmer: your wife writes wonderful stories. Does she know that you are sharing them? If so, please report to her that ther are enjoyed. In fact I want to share them with my prude wife, who recently expressed some willingness to at least try something erotic, like watching a video or wearing a short skirt in public or maybe reading an erotic story. I want to share one of these with her. Has your wife ever written about small or poor performing or quick ejaculating lovers and contrasted them with her stallions? I would love to find a story from a woman that might inspire the frigid wife who hates sex with me to try it with a better lover. So, if you have anything like that laying around . . . .

Thanks for your feedback. No, she doesn't know I'm sharing; she's no longer my wife anyway, but I doubt she'd care. You should share them with your wife, as it might spur a desire to write herself.

She has written about a guy who wasn't very big and came pretty quickly, though I think that was in the "Tongue Fucker" story. She's told me hundreds of little stories in bed and they'd always get me hot. She told me once about some guy who had a really small cock and that he didn't make her come at all, which is crazy because she's the easiest "O" ever. She has came from giving me head before without touching herself, that's how easy she comes. I think she fucked "Tongue Fucker's" brother and found him to be well-enough endowed.

I'll see what else I have. Glad you're enjoying.