Before she was your wife

My wife was a virgin before we met, but she still had some slutty stories. She stayed a virgin until 20 because of religious guilt, but she had a lot of experience with everything but penetration.

She told me thing she felt sluttiest about was during her freshman year of college, when she had a friend with benefits. They would “study” together a few times a week and end up getting each other off. It started with handjobs and fingering, but evolved to blowjobs, pussylicking and even her straddling him and sliding her wet pussy over his erection until he exploded onto his stomach (some people call it outercourse?).

So the slutty memory was one weekend when his girlfriend who went to another school was going to visit him for the weekend. My wife got jealous. On Thursday night, she went over his place to “study” and made sure he came twice. She stayed the night (she usually went home) and woke him up twice with her hand on his cock. “He said he couldn’t cum again, but I kept stroking and sucking. I told him I would swallow for him (she had not done that before), and he came again.”

She says they showered and had breakfast and he was trying to get her out the door worried that his girlfriend would arrive early. “I told him I wanted to feel him one more time. I told him to lie down on the bed and I would do all the work. I was wet and sliding on his shaft felt good. I wanted to drain him so he couldn’t cum for his girlfriend. He came again.”

She said she was sure his girlfriend couldn’t make him feel that good.
 
Wir hatten einen tollen Abend im Garten, meine Frau, unser gemeinsamer Freund und ich. Wir haben viel französischen Rotwein getrunken, hatten einen wirklich lustigen Abend. Spät dann hat unser Freund gesagt "Ich muss jetzt nach Hause, J. [seine Frau] wartet bestimmt schon". Und zu meiner Frau sagte er "verabschiedest du mich?" Meine Frau stand auf und ging zu ihm hin, reichte ihm die Hand.

Ich stand auch auf. Dann sagte unser Freund in erschreckend scharfem Ton: "Und du bleibst hier".

Die beiden sind dann Hand in Hand zu dem Auto gegangen, meine Frau blickte sich zu mir um und grinste mich mit einem fast triumphierenden Gesichtsausdruck an, ein Gesichtsausdruck, den ich nie mehr vergessen werde.

2 Stunden später kam meine Frau zurück.
Gail.
 
No wife to speak of, but had a long ago gf (both in our mid-20s) who told me that, during her last two years of college, she had averaged two new hookups pretty much every day (that's over 1000, in case you're finding the math challenging), cheating on her then bf (some years later her husband) all the while, while working as the featured stripper at one of the largest clubs in the city. Really smart, talented, interesting, successful girl ... but with some issues.
 
My contribution here is sort of a two part answer to the question. Part one, is before we were married, the second, a carryover to after we were married.

On the eve of my wife's high school graduation, her steady boyfriend of two years broke up with her, telling her that he didn't like the way she got her hair cut, as the reason why. She never believed him, instead thinking he had found a new girlfriend, one willing to 'go all the way' with him.

Heartbroken, she went to her graduation, without a date. After the ceremony, she was drowning her sorrow at the Legion, when she was hit on by a former boyfriend, who had noticed her glum appearance. He bought her one drink, then another, as he chatted chatted her up. After some time, he then offered her a ride home. You might think this ex boyfriend was quite the chivalrous fellow, when truthfully, he was anything but. On the way to her parent's home, the ex took a detour to the local make out spot, the gravel pit.

No stranger to the gravel pit, she never objected, thinking that she just might give up her virginity, something her ex had tried to accomplish many times before, when they were dating. The thing is, her ex was engaged to a dear friend of my wife, and was getting married, the very next afternoon. As the alcohol aided passion rose, she soon found herself, with her panties on the floor of his car, alongside her bra and blouse, her skirt pushed up over her hips, and a finger, or two in her wet, horny pussy. As he positioned himself to take her, she was suddenly overcome with guilt, for being about to fuck her best friends groom to be. She began to cry, and begged him to stop. He tried to carry on while she kept crying, then grudgingly, he did stop, and drove her home.

The story doesn't end there. Shortly after her evening in the gravel pit, she met me, and we were soon married. Fast forward 52 years, when she gets a FB message from her old high school boyfriend, apologizing for his behavior, that night in the gravel pit. Thinking back, my wife told him that it was probably more her fault, than his, and no apology was necessary. That was all the encouragement he needed. He, being recently widowed, went on the offense, and their FB messages took on a life of their own. They were soon planning on how to discreetly meet up, to finally accomplish what they wanted to do, back then. Fuck. The biggest obstacle was the 125 miles between them.

It took me a while, but I eventually found their messages on a phone I share with my wife. They both thought their plans had been thwarted, once again. Imagine their surprise, when I asked first my wife, and then her old boyfriend, if they still wanted to fuck, then gave them my blessing to carry on. Since we were all going to be in Florida, soon after that, they did manage to get together, three times. And yes, they did finally get to fuck, three times.
 
No wife to speak of, but had a long ago gf (both in our mid-20s) who told me that, during her last two years of college, she had averaged two new hookups pretty much every day (that's over 1000, in case you're finding the math challenging), cheating on her then bf (some years later her husband) all the while, while working as the featured stripper at one of the largest clubs in the city. Really smart, talented, interesting, successful girl ... but with some issues.
That's my favorite kind of woman. I dated a Dutch girl very much like that when I was in my 20's. She was a wild woman.
 
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