mrsrobinsonxx
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Many years ago, I was out with my husband and some friends, and we bumped into some of my friends from University. I spent some time away from my group, talking to a guy who did the same course as me, at University. This guy was actually a very regular sex partner of mine, back in the day. We chatted and laughed a lot, reminiscing about the old days. It did stir up a lot of old memories, all of them very pleasant, I hasten to add. When I was leaving, we gave each other quite a long hug, several kisses on the cheeks, and he squeezed my bottom, all in full view of my husband. Well, we'd all had quite a lot to drink.
On the taxi journey, back home, my husband didn't mention a thing, in fact he was unusually quiet. Back home, we got into bed. He was still quiet so I thought he was a bit pissed off and, assuming there was no chance of getting laid, I put a nightie on.
Then the questions started. Who was the guy, when did we meet, all simple stuff. At some point, he pushed the conversation on and asked if he was an old boyfriend. I said he was and then he asked if we'd had sex together. I'd nothing to hide, this was well before I'd met my husband, so I said yes. At this point I sat up. I could see my husbands hand moving under the duvet, right down in his cock area. God, he was getting off on this.
Was he good, how big was he, the questions kept coming and getting much more personal. I was actually getting turned on myself, too. Did I still fancy him. I played along and said I did, which was true to some extent. Then the final question; So, you'd like it if he was lying here next to you ? I couldn't stop myself. I sat up, grabbed the hem of my nightie and lifted it up to my waist, and held it there. Looking straight at him, I couldn't resist saying, if he was here, I wouldn't be wearing this, and threw it to the floor.
God, we had the most frantic fuck. I'd never known him to be so stiff.
Has anyone else had such an experience when telling their spouse about a previous experience.
On the taxi journey, back home, my husband didn't mention a thing, in fact he was unusually quiet. Back home, we got into bed. He was still quiet so I thought he was a bit pissed off and, assuming there was no chance of getting laid, I put a nightie on.
Then the questions started. Who was the guy, when did we meet, all simple stuff. At some point, he pushed the conversation on and asked if he was an old boyfriend. I said he was and then he asked if we'd had sex together. I'd nothing to hide, this was well before I'd met my husband, so I said yes. At this point I sat up. I could see my husbands hand moving under the duvet, right down in his cock area. God, he was getting off on this.
Was he good, how big was he, the questions kept coming and getting much more personal. I was actually getting turned on myself, too. Did I still fancy him. I played along and said I did, which was true to some extent. Then the final question; So, you'd like it if he was lying here next to you ? I couldn't stop myself. I sat up, grabbed the hem of my nightie and lifted it up to my waist, and held it there. Looking straight at him, I couldn't resist saying, if he was here, I wouldn't be wearing this, and threw it to the floor.
God, we had the most frantic fuck. I'd never known him to be so stiff.
Has anyone else had such an experience when telling their spouse about a previous experience.