Hello,
Hello blog-goers. Just found this site, and I am happy to see these stories to be very open and sincere.
After spending considerable time reading the amazing posts, I thought I would share my own.
here goes ...
Plain and simple: I get turned on hearing about my wife's sexual adventures. This is something new to me. I was the cool kid in school. Played D1 sports in college, went to a top ten professional school, and now do well enough. I met my wife 6 years ago. We got married 4 years ago. I have been with more women than I can remember, but something happened when I met her -- I told myself if THIS one falls in love with me, I will marry her.
We dated for two years. I cheated on her with a good friend she had recently made. You know the drill ... your gf stops by, you left condoms all over the floor, plus the girl brought her diary so your gf had a perspective not many get of their cheating lovers.
Long story short, I had to kiss major ass after this. It was rough and I didn't think we were going to make it. Then, she pulled out her personal diary. The past 2-3 years I was told that she had been with 4 guys in her life. Wow, did that run out to be wrong. She had been with more like 25, not including the 7 she had been with in the past 2 years we had been together. Her friend that I fucked? She fucked her brother just to get payback ...
So what did I do once I found this out? Asked her to marry me. Yeah, I know. Like another person once said .. "truth is stranger than fiction". Indeed.
So, we're engaged. I have to get the "list" of course. Not bad, no friends, plenty of people I have met (through her). Well, one particular diary entry was very interesting to me. It read that she went home with some guy, he was HUGE, it hurt so we couldn't finish. Umm ... I jerked off three times in the next hour re-reading this ONE sentence.
There were a dozen other references to sex, but no details. So it begins .... I started hounding my wife for stories. I was so into this I couldn't stand it. Problem was she was a party girl, alcohol was her vice. In addition, were talking several years ago for a lot of the stories, if not more.
Some of the better ones:
When we first met, she was cheating on me with a 28 yo wm. I found out she fucked him a few months after we met. I have dubbed him the "winner" as he got to fuck this amazingly hot woman many times. Wow.
She fucked her sister's bf and his two friends, one of whom my sister-in-law one day blurted out when his name came up (not knowing my wife had entered the open place) "ha! Ive seen his dick, it was at least 10"!". I think I came in my pants. I couldn't breath and I ended up fucking my wife silly that night.
She had a threesome with two older men (40's) when she was 20 ... I would give a testicle for a video of this, despite her descrption is probably a bit exagerated.
Ok, ok, don't want to bore you. So we get married. Things are great. We have a great sex life. I absolutely love having sex with her. Thing is, and perhaps I am lying to myself, but I think she is so hot I want to have sex with her, watch her have sex, hear about her aving sex, you name it - as long as it involves her and sex.
So she is trying to help her friend get a job. The person who interviews her friend hits on her. He kisses her in a back room, whatever. I don't think anything of it, other than she tells me and I get off on the story of her flirting.
Fast forward a year later. Turns out my wife and that guy who interviewed her friend, have been keeping in touch now and then through IM. They are friends, and have not seen each other in a year, let alone fool around.
Apparently, he starts in on the "lets hook up". My wife is very unmotivated, not that I was really steering her that way. Anyway, she starts encouraging him to go out on a date with a 22 or so latina at his work. Well, he does, and he has sex with the girl and calls my wife while the girl is in the bathroom between "sessions". I told you ... truth ... fiction .... you get it.
Well, I tell her to tell him she is doing her toes and put him on speaker. She does. I can feel myself wanting to change things, or flat out leave them out, for fear of someone recognizing this story .. crazy I know, but hey. I will do my best to stay true ...
He is telling her how he can't believe she was taking it all, that she was screaming, and hollering bloody murder. My wife asked him was it bc he is big? He responds that "she thinks its too thick, but she said the length is good". Hrmm... duh, I prompt her to get details, of course, but he has to go.
Torture for a few days until they talk again. Apparently he wears gold magnums, is 9" and thick. Yeah, right. Men are more prone to exagerating their dick size than their income. I am 6.5 and have had women tell me I am a good size, others wonder where it is. Its all about perspective. And, yes, that is an exageration, I am more like 6 on a good day.
Fast forward, he wants to get a hotel. She tells him hell no, and she tells me about it. I am like hmm.
Then one night we were out with some friends she had not seen in a long time. Well, my wife's good looks, and the fact she is married to such a great guy (yes, me), these friends who are jealous and/or insecure like to insult with little jabs. Normal behavior, nothing special. However, something happened between the 5 glasses of wine and the cute angled insults from her stuck up lonely friends.
omg, I forgot - her x bf from 10 years bf was staying in our extra room that night. He was just in town and needed a place to stay.
So we are at dinner with her friends. her x bf is in our place watching tv or whatever. My wife gets all bugged out, this look in her eyes. It was so sinister. Well, she pulls me outside her friends place and tells me she is going to a hotel to meet this guy (the interview guy).
I am like "umm .. excuse me? You are what?"
She assured me nothing would happen, they would probably just talk. Before I knew it she was rushing out to her car and I was letting her go. Yes, I had been fantasizing about her fucking him since that night he was fucking that girl.
I go home, her friend is asking where she is. I said she wanted to stay a bit, catch up, etc. he and I sit on the couch and watch tv for 1.5 hours or so and he goes to bed. Another hour later and the wife comes home. She seems exasperated, but tells me he couldnt get it up. I was SO disappointed (which is what I think she was trying to figure out). I know, I actually FELL for that shit. Amazing, when you want to believe something, you WILL believe it.
Anyways, two weeks later I go out of town for work. On my way home she text messages me: "I blew 9" on our couch last night".
Can anyone say pull over and wack off?!!? I can, and did. Once when I pulled over and two more times while driving.
She continued to torture me with text mssgs during my ride home. When I arrived we fucked like rabbits for hours. The next day, I think, we were recovering from sex, and she told me that it was a lie, she did not see him last night.
I was so happy, relieved, but at the same time I was disappointed in some strange way. I smiled and stood up and said "thank god."
She said "Well, actually ... I didn't fuck him last night. I fucked him two weeks ago that night in the hotel. Twice. He was huge. I am sorry I didn't tell you before."
Jaw. Drop. Heart. Stop.
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