How many guys have boned your wife?

[jeninflorida]

The decision was made on economic grounds, she had to pay the bills and it was fast easy cash. She was on the game for several months.

I think men have this fantasy. most think its a glamorous life...

sure we all have the pretty woman fantasy!

 

[jeninflorida]

agree with your last statement; If you can't handle the truth and be good about it, don't ask.

think a lot of men get turned on by the idea...and think watching will be like a porn movie. however, if the other man is a skilled lover, or larger ... well its very easy for the jealousy bug to make an ugly appearance.

also, what if the wife and lover click? or have sexual chemistry ... and the sex is really, really hot. again the ugly jealousy bug comes up ...

 

[Justfantasies]

I love talking about this with my wife and make her go through all the busy in her life since she was very young.

It is a huge turn on for me and I never feel jealous at all. I guess we have gone through her whole sexual history at this point, but it was quite a long history

 

[davenjenn]

My husband likes hearing my stories too . . . and he also wants all the details, like what i was wearing and how big the guy's cock was.

I am pretty open with him about the past, but a couple of things i haven't told him!

 

[jeninflorida]

I love talking about this with my wife and make her go through all the busy in her life since she was very young.

It is a huge turn on for me and I never feel jealous at all. I guess we have gone through her whole sexual history at this point, but it was quite a long history

that's awesome! talk about erotic foreplay!

My husband likes hearing my stories too . . . and he also wants all the details, like what i was wearing and how big the guy's cock was.

I am pretty open with him about the past, but a couple of things i haven't told him!

lol we all have to keep a secret or two! lol.


Personally, I think its all good. just varies on the people involved. some men get off on it, some men are insecure and shouldn't ask.

for the others that haven't had the talk ... lol
maybe I'm not qualified to answer the question, but I would never leave my hubby just for simple sex... still, one should always go in baby steps when talking about previous lovers or when it comes to taking a lover

 

[Pnwdad]

I discovered that hearing about a lovers past sexual adventures was a turn on totally by accident. I love all the details from where they were, what they were wearing to how many times she came and he came. I'm not threatened at all because im the one she's chosen to be with.

 

[ADIDAS00]

I'm going to guess 10-15 guys. We dated in high school and then broke up when we went to college. I'm sure she enjoyed herself as I did....but we've never discussed it to be honest. Maybe we'd enjoy hearing about our past experiences...but we've not crossed that bridge yet. We've just focused on us for now.

 

[jeninflorida]

I discovered that hearing about a lovers past sexual adventures was a turn on totally by accident. I love all the details from where they were, what they were wearing to how many times she came and he came. I'm not threatened at all because im the one she's chosen to be with.

exactly, shes with you

funny, how listening to her talk about hot lovers can be so thrilling and exciting!

foreplay not needed, lol

 

[Pervertedhub]

How many?

In my opinion, not enough guys have had her yet. I want her to have more, I love hearing the hot details about it.

 

[banes27]

IIRC, 30 before we met and since we've been together... 7 or 8, ish. Not too sure...

 

[Nikonglass]

The last time we talked about she's been with 30-35 guys in the past 10 years. Hope there will be another 30 that she gets to enjoy. I love my cum hungry wife more and more every day!

 

[moonbeam12]

how many

Somewhere around fifty or so before I settled down , I was really out of control for a while

 

[MilkFountain]

yes, we've talked this out too . . .

Guys,

Do you know how many guys have fucked your wife. Before you or after you have been together? Has she told you her "number" and do you believe her? . . .

. . . When we were younger, her activity made me a bit jealous and angry but now the stories turn me on--I love to hear them. She's had almost as many guys as I've had women.

I think the key here is your realizing that her sexuality turns you on. My wife being with others became a turn on for me only 4 or 5 years after we were together. I don't want to be with other women any more. So, it's her sexuality, her femaleness that is part of my sexuality and maleness. I live much through her. . . . displaying her, taking advantage of her two or three days of peak estrus in her menstrual cycle, those days when she's overtaken hormonally by the need to mate . . . with anyone. She's conservative, so it took me a couple of years to convince her that I truly, absolutely love her and wouldn't leave her because of any sex play―as long as I was, somehow, a participant. She came to know that she was star in our shared experiences with other men (the taking advantage of his longing for her, the dinners she dresses for, and the contrived excuses for him to spend the night, to join in a massage of her . . .).

Yes, early in our relationship I was possessive, jealous of her. I've always been protective of any friend, but especially her. As our trust grew, and she came to know what turned me on, she joined in, my co-conspirator. she began to understand, to relish our adventures for both of us. Although instigated by me, she came to join me in the anticipation. She now even asks me for suggestions of what to say or what to do. When in the mood, especially estrus, she throws herself into whatever scenario I've come up with . . . now seeking to add that surprise I press her for, the kicker that raises the bar.

Once, we invited a friend who had clearly been hot for her, over for dinner. He lived 20 kilometers away, over a mountain pass that was snowy at the time. It began to snow when he arrived at our home. I'd arranged for my wife to dress in a short cocktail dress, and leave the two of them alone when I received a phonecall (from a friend with whom I had arranged the ruse). My excuse was that I was needed at the university for a security check of the computers. I would park the car a couple of blocks from the house, and walk back, taking my seat in a tree with a good view into the living room (our home was surrounded by trees, isolated from any view from a neighbor). I'd asked her to somehow let me know she was about to seduce our guest. Uncertain how, she asked me how . . .

I suggested that when she finally reached the point where she really wanted him, to excuse herself, claiming a need to go to the bathroom. I'd go around to stand in the snow where I could see into the kitchen through the glassed cottage door. She could pause there on her way back to rejoin our guest and, for my benefit (and hers!), remove her panties.

I'd asked her on previous occasions over erotic pillow talk, should this ever really happen, to surprise me: do something "strong," something unexpected to astonish me.

We had sent our two little girls, 4 and 2 years old, off to spend the evening with friends and their children. My wife's breasts were practically bursting with milk.

Our guest arrived, the table was beautifully, formally set, and we settled in the living room with cocktails. My wife was ravishing, eyes aglow, eager to make out guest comfortable. Her legs and girlishly high cleavage flashed in the candlelight. Just as in novels I'd read, The green silk of her dress really did cling to her breasts, belly and thighs. Our guest noticed. Though politely masked, his eyes followed her.

Several minutes earlier than I had expected, the phone rang. I listened to my puzzled friend at the other end, unexpectedly proud that he'd followed through, calling me so that I wouldn't forget an "important appointment." I thanked him (although, for my wife and our friend's benefit, I was frowning, a vaguely concerned look wrinkling my brow), made my excuses to both my wife and our guest, and drove the two blocks to where I left the car.

Settled in my tree, I noticed immediately that my wife (unbidden by me) had doused the living room lights and lit candles. They were sitting side-by-side on the couch, talking. After only a couple of minutes he nodded his head, turned a little away from her, and she began massaging his shoulders. I was beside myself, almost forgetting to cling to my perch. I couldn't be sure her breasts were touching his back, but she was close. In a few moments, she rose and left the living room. I dropped silently from the tree, went around to just outside the kitchen door, and waited. The kitchen was ablaze with light. Thenight was dark, so I couldn't be seen from inside.

My wife soon appeared. Without looking toward the glass kitchen door, beyond which I waited, she paused in the middle of the kitchen, braced herself with a hand on a dining room chair, lifted her short skirt with both hands, wriggled her panties down to her knees, bent forward so she could lifted one leg to slide them off one foot, then the other. She straightened her dress over her hips, stood and, without looking toward where I was, walked out of my view, toward the living room.

When I got back to my perch in the tree, I saw she'd curled up on the couch beside our guest, legs under her, so that I knew she sat on her bare bottom, and soon was again massaging his shoulders, arms and back. She said something to him, they both got up, he lay face down on the couch, and she sat back down beside him, and continued the massage. In what seemed to me like only a moment later, she leaned forward and I plainly saw her kiss his neck, and then the side of his face. In a moment, he was sitting up, turned to her and they were kissing. I don't remember how they got their clothes off, but soon they were both naked, kissing, and then she kissed her way down his chest and belly. He lay back and for a while all I could see was her dark hair obliterating all view of his crotch.

I watched as she sat astride him, fed a breast into his mouth, and I knew she was spraying her over-abundant milk into his mouth. I could hear her panting, and then little cries (she'd promised, on my pleading, to let me hear her―but only if she was really that turned on. Her cries became sharper. She rode him like I'd not seen her ride me. I saw our guest raise himself to capture a breast and suck. As she rode him, he would lie back every so often, looking up at her. In the candlelight I could plainly see her milk arcing from both breasts, undoubtedly wetting him. He often rose to again to take a breast in his mouth, an then I saw him try to fit both nipples in at once. It then occurred to me, and only then, that I hadn't seen him put on a condom.

I'd said I'd be gone about an hour. Amazed, I saw by the luminous dial of my watch that an hour had nearly passed. My last glimpse of them as I dropped from the tree, was of him holding her hips still with both hands, driving up into her, and of her kneeling form bent forward, hunched over him, hair fallen around his face.

(There's so much more, but I'll tell you that the following night, my wife and I alone in bed, when pressed for details, she shyly, in a very small but proud voice, and watching my face, told me she had let him climax inside her. Yes, she said, without a condom.

I was initially dismayed. That lasted the two weeks until her period came. As time passed, we relived that evening in pillow talk. I came to want all the details implied by that quintessential act of sex and love . . . Had he known I was watching? Had he asked if it were all right to finish in her, and if so, what had she said? Or was it she who, as she sensed his impending climax, urged him on to shoot into her? Did she feel my eyes on her as she had removed her panties in the kitchen? Had she climaxed? Had he cum in her more than once? What did she feel and think as her milk flowed from her breast into him? What things did he say to her . . . before, during and after? Did she want to see him again? What did she think and feel when with him, especially as she knew there was no going back as his thrusts slowed and he clutched her to him? Was his cock bigger than mine, was he a better lover in some ways? How did she feel after . . . and now? There were so many more questions.)

 

[maverick51]

I think the key here is your realizing that her sexuality turns you on. My wife being with others became a turn on for me only 4 or 5 years after we were together. I don't want to be with other women any more. So, it's her sexuality, her femaleness that is part of my sexuality and maleness. I live much through her. . . . displaying her, taking advantage of her two or three days of peak estrus in her menstrual cycle, those days when she's overtaken hormonally by the need to mate . . . with anyone. She's conservative, so it took me a couple of years to convince her that I truly, absolutely love her and wouldn't leave her, although I want to share in her experiences with other men (the tease, the taking advantage of his longing for her, the dinners she dresses for, and the contrived excuses for him to spend the night, to join in a massage of her . . .).

Yes, at first I was possessive, jealous of her. I've always been protective, of any friend, but especially her. But as our trust grew, and she came to know what turned me on and to know that I would never leave her, she began to relish our the adventures I instigated. She now even asks me for suggestions of what to say or what to do, to advance a scenario I've come up with.

Once, we invited a friend who had clearly been hot for her over for dinner. He lived 20 kilometers away, over a mountain pass that was snowy at the time. It began to snow when he arrived at our home. I'd arranged for my wife to dress in a short cocktail dress, and leave the two of them alone when I received a phonecall (from a friend with whom I had arranged the ruse). My excuse was that I was needed at the university for a security check of the computers. I would park the car a couple of blocks from the house, and walk back, taking my seat in a tree with a good view into the living room (our home was surrounded by trees, isolated from any view from a neighbor). I'd asked her to somehow let me know she was about to seduce our guest: excuse herself from our guest to go to the bathroom, and on her way back pause to remove her panties in the kitchen―seen by me because I'd have seen her leave our guest alone in the living room and go around to see her through the French door of the kitchen.

And, I'd asked her, as I had on previous occasions over erotic pillow talk, should this ever really happen, to surprise me: do something "strong," something unexpected to astonish me.

Our guest arrived, the table was set for dinner, we settled in the living room with cocktails. My wife looked ravishing, her eyes aglow, eager to make out guest comfortable, and her legs and girlish cleavage on display in the candlelight. Our guest couldn't take his eyes off her. We had sent our two little girls off to spend the evening with friends, the older one, 4, the newborn only 5 weeks old. My wife's breasts were practically bursting with milk.

Several minutes earlier than I had expected, the phone rang. I listened to my friend at the other end report, unexpectedly proud, that he'd followed through, calling me so that I wouldn't forget an "important appointment." I thanked him (although, for my wife and our friend's benefit, I was frowning, a vaguely concerned look wrinkling my brow), made my excuses to both my wife and our guest, and drove the two blocks to where I left the car.

Settled in my tree, I noticed immediately that my wife (unbidden by me) had doused the living room lights and lit candles. They were sitting side-by-side on the couch, talking. After only a couple of minutes he nodded his head, turned a little away from her, and she began massaging his shoulders. I was beside myself, almost forgetting to cling to my perch. I couldn't be sure her breasts were touching his back, but she was close. In a few moments, she rose and left the living room. I dropped silently from the tree, went around to just outside the kitchen door, and waited. The kitchen was ablaze with light. Thenight was dark, so I couldn't be seen from inside.

My wife soon appeared. Without looking toward the glass kitchen door, beyond which I waited, she paused in the middle of the kitchen, braced herself with a hand on a dining room chair, lifted her short skirt with both hands, wriggled her panties down to her knees, bent forward so she could lifted one leg to slide them off one foot, then the other. She straightened her dress over her hips, stood and, without looking toward where I was, walked out of my view, toward the living room.

When I got back to my perch in the tree, I saw she'd curled up on the couch beside our guest, legs under her, so that I knew she sat on her bare bottom, and soon was again massaging his shoulders, arms and back. She said something to him, they both got up, he lay face down on the couch, and she sat back down beside him, and continued the massage. In what seemed to me like only a moment later, she leaned forward and I plainly saw her kiss his neck, and then the side of his face. In a moment, he was sitting up, turned to her and they were kissing. I don't remember how they got their clothes off, but soon they were both naked, kissing, and then she kissed her way down his chest and belly. He lay back and for a while all I could see was her dark hair obliterating all view of his crotch.

I watched as she sat astride him, fed a breast into his mouth, and I knew she was spraying her over-abundant milk into his mouth. I could hear her panting, and then little cries (she'd promised, on my pleading, to let me hear her―but only if she was really that turned on. Her cries became sharper. She rode him like I'd not seen her ride me. I saw our guest raise himself to capture a breast and suck. As she rode him, he would lie back every so often, looking up at her. In the candlelight I could plainly see her milk arcing from both breasts, undoubtedly wetting him. He often rose to again to take a breast in his mouth, an then I saw him try to fit both nipples in at once. It then occurred to me, and only then, that I hadn't seen him put on a condom.

I'd said I'd be gone about an hour. amazed, I saw by the luminous dial of my watch that an hour had already nearly passed. He was holding her hips with both hands and she was bent forward kissing him as I dropped from the tree and returned to my car.

(There's so much more, but I'll tell you that the following night, the two of us alone in bed, she slyly, shyly announced she had let him climax inside her. I was initially dismayed; that lasted the two weeks until her period came, then a little longer. Then, as time passed, and we relived that evening in pillow talk before hot love making, I wanted to know all the details implied by that quintessential act of sex and love . . . had he known I was watching? Had he asked if it were all right to finish in her, and if so, what had she said? Or was it she who, as she sensed his impending climax, urged him on to shoot into her? Did she feel my eyes on her as she had removed her panties in the kitchen? Had she climaxed? Had he cum in her more than once? What did she feel and think as her milk flowed from her breast into him? What things did he say to her . . . before, during and after? Did she want to see him again? What did she think and feel when with him, especially as she knew there was no going back as his thrusts slowed and he clutched her to him? How did she feel after . . . and now? There were so many more questions.)

Great story on your experience. Hope you will share more of your experiences.

 

[DanielBoone]

one! and she's hot.

 

[derek00003]

I would like her number two increase by 2 or 3, whatever it currently is

 

[Ahi_Viking]

Wha?

Before me? Nobody knows. Since me - just me. (probably). She says I'm the best she's had. Frankly, she's so hot that a lot of guys were probably premature...

 

[MilkFountain]

I don't understand . . .

one! and she's hot.

What are you talking about, to what or whom do you refer?

 

[MilkFountain]

Please explain . . .

I would like her number two increase by 2 or 3, whatever it currently is

What are you talking about, to what or whom do you refer?

 

[derek00003]

What are you talking about, to what or whom do you refer?

I would like more guys to fuck her

 

[shaun007]

one for my gf

one for my gf, would like more.

 

[sata85]

Lost count. She doesn't tell me about a lot of them these days (guys she does at work, etc).

 

[Mantra23a]

I've met my wife's ex husband so that's one who fucked her. She told me she had an affair when she was married to him but never mentioned one since we've been together.

She was single between marriages for 11 years with just a couple of live ins so I'd guess somewhere between the high 20's and mid 30's. If you figure the average cock is 6" then that would be about 15' of cock between her legs.

I've seen photos of guys from her past in her albums who were obviously boning her but I don't think I've met any.

So thanks to the car dealer that introduced her to porn, the dentist who took her to a nude beach, the guy who fucked her in an elevator, the ex husband who introduced her to anal, the guys who let her suck their cocks, humped her until she orgasmed and left your jizz on her and in her.

She was perfect when I found her, thanks for helping get that way.

 

[fasolati23]

Still confused

My 'girl next door, virgin on her wedding night, perfect mother and church lady went on a sexual adventure after about ten years of marriage.
She, I am sure, was seduced, slowly and surely by a couple we were socially joined at the hip with for a number of years.
I believe it was a good thing that I did not find out about most of it and certainly about the beginning until long after it was past.
I don't regret her exploration. She never stopped loving me. She showed that.
I find it sexually stimulating to think about her being with another man.
All is well that ends well.

 

[doowdniw]

Before we met, one for sure...her ex. Know she played the field in college, but beyond that, don't know and don't care. Since we met, just one...me. I'm good with that.