How open is your wife about her past?

[Flynn77]

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, not really, she hesitated…

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

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

Yeah?

..Well, I ended up jerking them off…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Flynn77]

Thanks for the interest.

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

[DRDavenport]

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

[amac65]

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

[Marshal60]

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

[video_boy]

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

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

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

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

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

Thoughts always welcomed.

[malakabufo]

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

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

[postnit4u]

Originally Posted by malakabufo

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

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

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

[piecenick]

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

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

[mikee45]

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