How open is your wife about her past?

[Barmixer]

Originally Posted by rimmer1020

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.

[rimmer1020]

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”.

[TheBigM]

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…!

[rimmer1020]

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.

[bigeasy wife]

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.

[rimmer1020]

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.

[TheBigM]

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!

[rimmer1020]

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.

[Crankdingo]

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 . . . .

[rimmer1020]

Originally Posted by Crankdingo

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.