Partners Past? What have you been told?

[magic_rat]

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I keep telling her that her husband is clearly into the idea of his friend fucking her again!

Any views?

Wrong. If they were into it. they'd be doing it. Just because a random thing happened in the past doesn't make it something you want or need to repeat.

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Did she tell you she had a fun afternoon or did you find out?

I found out, as a consequence of her telling someone else.

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Wrong. If they were into it. they'd be doing it. Just because a random thing happened in the past doesn't make it something you want or need to repeat.

Fair comment.

 

[Jimmy_the_Saint1]

Interesting thread.

A female friend of mine has been with her boyfriend/husband since she was 17. Very early on in their relationship her boyfriend/husband’s best friend fucked her. To be specific, they were at a wedding reception in a hotel and he took her into the car-park and fucked her on the hood (bonnet) of a car.

Husband and this guy are still best friends 20 years later and the three of them hang out together. Her husband knows what happened back in the day, but it doesn’t seem to bother him at all and he has no problem knowing they are alone together.

I keep telling her that her husband is clearly into the idea of his friend fucking her again!

Any views?

During the week I was out for dinner and drinks with my friend and her husband. For the purposes of this thread (!) and my own curiosity, and with the help of many, many bottles of craft beer, I brought this question up with her husband.

I can confirm he is NOT into the idea of his best friend fucking his wife again.

Later on I asked her, and I can confirm that she very definitely WOULD fuck him again, if it was kept between them.

Even later still, she told me it had actually very nearly happened a few years ago, just before COVID. She had invited him to her house on a random weekday. Just before he was due to arrive her mother-in-law turned up and had to be asked in for a cup of tea. The fun was urgently cancelled by text. Her mother-in-law did comment on the fact she was only wearing a bath-robe even though it was mid-morning!

 

[Bojackennedy]

My spouse has told me about their past, and initially it was exciting and intimidating, as she was vastly more experienced than me, but over time it diminishes.

As I have (hopefully) matured, the number of people someone has slept with is kind of irrelevant. As the saying goes, the past is a foreign country - they do things differently there.

 

[Kimlikes]

My husband has never asked , I have a high score but I know his number is higher, . Should I worry he never asked or should I feel guilty for my promiscuous behaviour as a teenager. For never dating just meeting o guy on weekends and writing his name in my diary in case god for bid I was late . Truthfully we don’t care and other couples shouldn’t either, what happened before they met us no longer relevant

 

[CuriousJInLA]

We talked about it and found we really liked hearing each other’s experiences. Made our relationship stronger and opened us up to new fun together.

 

[Sgts19]

Before we married, she told me about past lovers what they did and how she liked it. (I asked more details but won't add them here ) She told me she was with 6 guys before me, but I'd add one or two more. We live in the same small town she grew up in and know who 4 or them are. Before I'd even seen what she looked like I heard her fucking her then boyfriend in the next bedroom, and yes, I jerked off listening. My fuck buddy's roommate was my wife. I traded up

 

[nathan122]

An exgf of mine was with approximately 100 or more guys before she was finished with university! Hearing her stories from those days was incredibly arousing. I am still grateful years later that she shared them with me. It only made her more arousing and enticing to me.

 

[Jay_78]

An exgf of mine was with approximately 100 or more guys before she was finished with university! Hearing her stories from those days was incredibly arousing. I am still grateful years later that she shared them with me. It only made her more arousing and enticing to me.

Fair play, sounds like she made the best of it. I have a pretty decent number, largely from my college days, but it's lower than that. I wish society was a lot less judgemental about it. So what if she's had 100+ guys? As long as she's safe, happy, unexploited, I'm sure she has a very good idea of what she likes and what she doesn't like.

 

[Justfantasies]

Do you know about your partner's past? What have you been told? Do you believe them? Suspicious? Maybe my story will make you reflect on what you have been told.

Why do men always want to know a number? The majority of women don't keep score. It's not a game for us.

Telling my man about my past is something I have always avoided. Most guys I have dated, including my husband, have asked me about my past. I have always been very coy and played the sweet girl next door card. I have never admitted to being with more than five guys and always add that I regret not being with more women. Yes, it's laughable, but this is what guys want to hear-need to hear.

It's not because I am ashamed, but because society has preconceived ideas about experienced women. Women are not respected for being promiscuous. A polite way of expressing some men's enjoyment of promiscuity is to say that they like the ladies. They are fondly referred to as "a lady's man." There is no equivalent polite expression to describe a woman who is promiscuous. She is often referred to as a slut.

How many women have experienced slut-shaming at some point in their lives? The term "lady" is used as a form of respect that is needed because of the disrespect men often display towards women.

Well, guys, I have news for you. Women are propositioned all the time, not just in bars or online, but also in elevators, offices, trains, grocery stores, and coffee shops. The world is full of male predators. Women have their pick of men, and occasionally they take the bait. Some more often than others. Even if a woman tells you about her past, believe me, she is only revealing the tip of the iceberg.

My girlfriends and I used to laugh hysterically when we told stories about the conversations we had with our boyfriends about our past. We know exactly what you want to hear. I myself always play the innocent, sweet girl next door; the guys lap it up.

One of my good friends in college was very sweet and innocent-looking. She had sex with more men than any other girl I knew. She would have sex with two or three guys a week. We not only talked about it, but I saw it first hand. Every weekend, she would meet a handful of guys and have sex with them throughout the week. Over the course of four years of college, she went through hundreds of guys. From her appearance, you would never guess she was that promiscuous.

After she married, and we were reminiscing about old times, she mentioned that she told her husband that she had only slept with four guys before him. I couldn't believe it, but he believed her. She told me that's exactly what he wanted to hear. She was so right.

So you keep asking. You really want to know. How many men, how many times, how good were they? You ask with apprehension. Were they as big as you, you ask with apprehension? Do I still masturbate while thinking about precious sexual experiences? What was the best? And finally, how do you stack up against the competition?

So my friends, in a moment of weakness, I will answer a few of your questions as honestly as possible. Besides, many of you have already read most of my stories anyway. I'm thinking you have a pretty good idea.

So let me explain. First of all, I don't keep a tally or a journal, so I have honestly lost count. You also have to remember that we are talking about a lifetime of adventures. It all started at eighteen and continues up to the present day, which is close to... Um-mm, well, let us skip that part. Let's just say it's been many, many years.

And let me break it up into before and after my marriage, because there is a big difference.

Like most young people, I partied every weekend, and things were pretty wild. When I was young, guys used and abused me at every turn (read my many stories). I was a sheep among wolves, and they preyed on me. I was young, timid, and naive. Sex was new to me, and I had low self-esteem. I embraced the thought of being wanted, of being accepted. I also did not have the confidence to reject strong-willed men. Yes, I was weak.

During these early days, there was a fair bit of casual and random sex. I was disrespected and called many hurtful names. Young men can be very cruel.

In my twenties, I began to have real relationships. During this period, I dated about ten guys, with the occasional slip here and there. So the number of guys was low but the frequency of sex was much higher, which only makes sense being in relationships.

OK, so a number... (Note: I edited this number higher three times already). I think that pre-married, which covers about ten years, I had sex with about sixty to eighty boys or men. In addition, there were many blow jobs, hand jobs, and fumbles, but at least sixty different cocks parted my labia and entered my vagina before I married.

Don't worry, I was on birth control right from the start and many of them wore condoms! In addition to the sixty to eighty cocks that made it inside of me, there were probably another thirty or so more hard cocks that I had touched and made cum with my hands and/or mouth, but those don't count as actual sex per Mr. Clinton's guidelines.

So that averages to about seven men a year over those ten years -- not really that slutty is it? Hell, that can be a slow month for some women or men.

Again, there was a lot of alcohol, and I was often drunk and promiscuous. I'm not proud of some of the situations I got myself into, but such is life, and overall I had fun.

So after I got married, it's a different story. As you might have read in my stories, I lasted six months before slipping into the arms of another man. From there, it was all downhill. After I married, most of my relationships were exclusive affairs. Don was the longest, at around five years. That was the longest stretch of time that I was monogamous (well, excluding infrequent sex with my husband). That relationship ended up in heartache and almost cost me my marriage (that's a story for another day).

After that relationship with Don, I vowed to never get emotionally attached again. Relationships were short-to medium-term flings. There were also numerous short encounters throughout the years.

So, in total, it's safe to say that after marriage, I probably had sex with fewer than thirty men.The affairs resulted in a lot of very enjoyable sex. Being older, the sex was much more erotic and intense. I was much more confident in myself and I climaxed much more frequently than when I was younger. Plus, the relationships were strictly about sex...no dating, no drama, no expectations. Just fun and erotic sex, period.
I can't really say which was the best sex. Most of it was wonderful at the time. If you have read my stories, you know some of the more memorable adventures. I still have many more things to write about.

My favourite kind of sex has always been what I call "virgin boy sex." In my youth, I looked younger than my age, and I attracted a lot of younger guys. Taking a young man's virginity became an obsession for me (fetish maybe). The thrill of knowing I would be his first and that he would remember me for the rest of his life was an overpowering thought. I always made it special for them, and I will carry those memories to my grave. I will/have written about them.

The most intense erotic sexual encounter I had was with my future brother-in-law. Yes, my husband's older brother. During one of my husband's business trips, we found ourselves alone in the house. After a sexually charged evening, he summoned the courage to pin me up against the wall and give me the most passionate kiss I'd ever experienced. His hand travelled up my dress, and once he saw how wet my panties were, he knew he had me. I grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom. Our clothes fell off before we even hit the bed. He pushed me on the bed and, with no foreplay at all, he implanted his large, thick cock deep inside of me. I just gasped as it parted my wet labia and stretched its way deep inside of me. The taboo of fucking my husband's older brother was so fucking erotic for both of us. He pounded me as no other man had before or after.

In return, I rode him like a possessed horny slut. It was pure animal sex.

And finally, yes, I masturbate to the memories. My brother-in-law's encounter has always been my go-to memory. I find that I masturbate more now when I read the stories I have written.

Oh, I almost forgot. Every guy that has asked me about size has received the same response: "I haven't seen many cocks, (my eye lids flutter as I gaze into their eyes), but yours is definitely the biggest and thickest I have ever seen." As ridiculously funny as that is, that's the God-honest truth...I like to make my men happy.

So let me ask you, what were you told by your significant other? And do you believe her? I can't wait to read your comments.
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My first wife told me at first that she had been with about five guys. Then one day —over the phone no less — it was probably closer to 70. We’d just had a fight and I think she was surprised by reaction — to get as excited as hell

 

[mbikeguy]

She has told me a few things. She has done. It gets me so hard hearing about it.

 

[Justfantasies]

She has told me a few things. She has done. It gets me so hard hearing about it.

It is always so exciting to know what sluts are wifes and girlfriends were -- or perhaps are

 

[Robwrites]

she does not like to talk about and doesn't want to know about my past.