Sexual confessions.

Any guy that believes that is living in a dream world. So naive.
And, to add to that, if you met your wife after junior year in High School, unless she was raised in a convent, you can bet she’s more than likely been there with the upper class men.
Us boys in HS are so far behind the girls our age in having a serious clue that we aren’t impressing anybody in our same age bracket. They’ve been there and Done that before we think we’re studs.
At least that was how it was where I grew up.
When I met my wife, 10 seconds into her first blowjob I knew I had a lot to learn!
 
And, to add to that, if you met your wife after junior year in High School, unless she was raised in a convent, you can bet she’s more than likely been there with the upper class men.
Us boys in HS are so far behind the girls our age in having a serious clue that we aren’t impressing anybody in our same age bracket. They’ve been there and Done that before we think we’re studs.
At least that was how it was where I grew up.
When I met my wife, 10 seconds into her first blowjob I knew I had a lot to learn!
Oh yes, this is so true. I experienced it as a guy, and my wife only went for guys couple years older in HS. No one in her grade measured up.
 
It seems that the wildest ones in bed always seem to be the most psycho in everything else in life.
Ahh..someone else who shares my opinion. While my body count is relatively low in my experience the craziest ones are the best fucking. Of course they're also the most difficult ones to have around. I think that's called a 'tradeoff". LOL
 
Ahh..someone else who shares my opinion. While my body count is relatively low in my experience the craziest ones are the best fucking. Of course they're also the most difficult ones to have around. I think that's called a 'tradeoff". LOL

There’s a modi’cum’ of truth in that!
 
About seven years into my marriage, my ex-husband and I separated for a little over a year. During that time he moved out and was involved with someone else. Shortly after he moved out, I became involved in a long-distance relationship with someone in the US. However, after a few months it became clear that man wasn’t who had initially portrayed himself to be, so I cut out of that situation. I was demoralized and frustrated and feeling as though a ‘prime’ time in my life was being wasted, so I did a risky thing and signed up for one of those apps.

I was pretty careful. My intuition is good, and I spent a decent amount of time chatting with guys before I would even consider meeting them in person. I would say maybe 1 out of 100 who messaged me received a reply back, and of those, I maybe met 5 in person.

But there was this one guy. We had spent a few days chatting and then he managed to catch me on a night where I was feeling a particular kind of way. The way he spoke, he seemed to be on the same wavelength as me, sexually. He also seemed okay with the idea of potentially never seeing one another again. So, I agreed to forego my usual preliminary platonic coffee meet-up and meet him for sex.

Now, I would never advocate this behaviour - it was incredibly risky and it could have gone wrong in so many ways. But I drove out to a house in a somewhat remote area. It was very clear to me immediately that this wasn’t his house. I’m still not sure if it belonged to friends of his, or his parents, or what. He led me down to a bedroom in the basement, and we barely spoke before just getting to it. He put me on my knees, ran his hands through my hair, and had me open his pants. It wasn’t long before I had his cock in my mouth.

Later, I was in the bathroom, revelling in the beauty of my very first facial. It was as delicious as I’d always dreamed it would be. I never saw that man again, and I can’t even remember his name, but I’ll always be grateful for that experience - my husband would never give me a facial and I had almost been convinced at that point that I would never experience one. That said, it was dumb, and dangerous, and no woman should do this thing I did.
 
About seven years into my marriage, my ex-husband and I separated for a little over a year. During that time he moved out and was involved with someone else. Shortly after he moved out, I became involved in a long-distance relationship with someone in the US. However, after a few months it became clear that man wasn’t who had initially portrayed himself to be, so I cut out of that situation. I was demoralized and frustrated and feeling as though a ‘prime’ time in my life was being wasted, so I did a risky thing and signed up for one of those apps.

I was pretty careful. My intuition is good, and I spent a decent amount of time chatting with guys before I would even consider meeting them in person. I would say maybe 1 out of 100 who messaged me received a reply back, and of those, I maybe met 5 in person.

But there was this one guy. We had spent a few days chatting and then he managed to catch me on a night where I was feeling a particular kind of way. The way he spoke, he seemed to be on the same wavelength as me, sexually. He also seemed okay with the idea of potentially never seeing one another again. So, I agreed to forego my usual preliminary platonic coffee meet-up and meet him for sex.

Now, I would never advocate this behaviour - it was incredibly risky and it could have gone wrong in so many ways. But I drove out to a house in a somewhat remote area. It was very clear to me immediately that this wasn’t his house. I’m still not sure if it belonged to friends of his, or his parents, or what. He led me down to a bedroom in the basement, and we barely spoke before just getting to it. He put me on my knees, ran his hands through my hair, and had me open his pants. It wasn’t long before I had his cock in my mouth.

Later, I was in the bathroom, revelling in the beauty of my very first facial. It was as delicious as I’d always dreamed it would be. I never saw that man again, and I can’t even remember his name, but I’ll always be grateful for that experience - my husband would never give me a facial and I had almost been convinced at that point that I would never experience one. That said, it was dumb, and dangerous, and no woman should do this thing I did.

Glad it turned out well for you and you had a great experience.
 
Not me but a friend... really! Over one easter holiday weekend she organised a group of guys, I forget how many, I seem to remember 15, to call at her apartment and fuck her. They all had a time set for them to call and she saw them one after another. She scheduled them so that there was only one there at any time. None of them was aware that they were being replaced by another shortly after they departed. She was a bit of a player and she had dozens of guys on the go at any one time, Got married a couple of years after that, her husband never knew about this event.
 
One time at a class reunion of my wife's, a semi formal one, jacket and tie, she got hit on by a HS friend's hubby. I guess she was looking really good to him! He rubbed her leg. Made a pass at her. He was half drunk. Anyway, she handled it and told me on the way home. I didn't see it happen. He was very discreet. Knew what the was doing. Made both of us horny as hell. And that was about 20 years ago. The thought of sharing her wasn't anywhere on my mind but I liked the fact she got hit on.
 
One time at a class reunion of my wife's, a semi formal one, jacket and tie, she got hit on by a HS friend's hubby. I guess she was looking really good to him! He rubbed her leg. Made a pass at her. He was half drunk. Anyway, she handled it and told me on the way home. I didn't see it happen. He was very discreet. Knew what the was doing. Made both of us horny as hell. And that was about 20 years ago. The thought of sharing her wasn't anywhere on my mind but I liked the fact she got hit on.
I fully understand him wanting to hit on your Mrs...She is a beautiful woman from what you have shared with us here on LIT.
 
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