Guys, you think you have had more sexual partners than your lady, certainly no fewer. If you have a seven inch cock or bigger, you are sure she has had none bigger. If you have six inches or less, you truly believe that size doen’t matter. You’ve heard the stories that start with: “I’ve never done that before.” or: “I’ve only done that once before.” Or, “No, we never did, we were just good friends.” Come on, be honest, you know it’s bullshit
You believe this because this is exactly what she has told you. That’s what Cindy told me.
Deep down you know it’s bullshit. Right? It took me a while to become aware of it, then more time to get out of denial, but eventually, I realized it was bullshit. . If you enjoy “that”, would you stop doing it?… No, you would do it as often as you could. So did she. Cock makes her feel good, right? Well then it makes perfect sense that a bigger cock makes her feel even better. And yes, they were good friends, but she still fucked him and sucked his cock, and his friend’s.
My epiphany came one afternoon as the glow of the sun shined on her naked body laying on the motel bed , a bed she had layed in more than a few times and not just with me. She was face up, eyes half shut, legs a little wide apart, the protruding lips of her pussy, glistening with the remnants of our lovemaking. The lips of her mouth a little paler than they had recently been after leaving much of that deep red toned lipstick on the side of my cock. As I was staring at the two places my cock loved entering more than any place in the world, it occured to me that far more cocks than I had been previously willing to admit or that she had admitted to had shared the experience of both sets of her lips. Far more cum had oozed out her pussy and down the crack of her ass, and far more cum had splattered in and around her mouth, on her tits and her belly than I had ever allowed myself to envision. I had had those thoughts before and cringed with jealousy and anxiety as I tried to get them out of my head as quickly as possible. But this time, the thoughts and visions just excited me and I let them dance freely in my head until they gave me a second pulsating throbbing erection that could only be relieved by putting it back inside her.
I was upset that I had spent so much time with negative thoughts about her experiences with others. Now those visions could roam free, excite me, turn me on and in time be replaced with actually watching those cocks sliding in and out of those lips. I would watch their cum oozing out of the corners of her pussy and or mouth, and watched as those ejaculations would shoot into her mouth, slide down her tongue, or drip down her chin and even onto her breasts or those milky white inner thighs, now made even milkier and shinier.
It took me a while before I could convince her that I wanted to hear all her stories, the whole truth, and that they turned me on. She started slowly, at first leaving out some of the more graphic details until she noticed that I really did get turned on by them. I realized that a story of heavy petting after a few drinks with a guy she had known for quite a while, was more like a blowjob on a guy that she had just met that night. The stories became more complete and started involving the friend of that guy she had just met that night. Those “I cant remember” moments, started exploding with details just like those many cocks that had erupted in and all over her. It was amazing how much detail he could remember about the feel, the taste and the sensation she had from many of those cocks.
In truth, Cindy and your lady have had sex at a younger age and have had more partners. Partners who are older, more experienced and have the money for nice hotels and apartments as opposed to the cramped dirty back seat of your ten year old car. You will cum in two minutes. They will last for ten. She will look for the ten or more. Forget that story about waiting three months or three dates to fuck anyone. They have fucked and sucked cock on a first meeting, lets not even call it a date. Face it, if he has a Lexus, a condo, is cute and dresses well and doesnt’t seem cheap, she will fuck him just to get a date. You can go to a bar a hundred times and score twice and you will have spent a fortune. She can go into a bar ten times and will have scored on all ten visits, and not have spent a cent.
She will tell you that she was hard to get. No she wasn’t, not with the right guy. And the right guy was nice looking, had a nice smile and a big lump in his pants and exhuded confidence. Guys with small dicks dont exhude confidence, they just want to sit and talk, get your phone number, mention some “chick flick” they are dying to go see. There were nights Cindy didn’t want to sit and talk.
At first, she might tell you that she had sex with someone because it was expected of her, a thank you for a lovely dinner or theater tickets, a “loan”, or she was feeling in love and that the guy loved her. She will tell you about the many guys who had tried so hard and spent so much trying to get there but got nothing. It will be a long time before she tells you that she fucked a guy simply because she felt a tingle in her pussy, or felt like she wanted a tingle in her pussy. She might finally admit it happened once, or twice. In truth, it was more than twice, a lot more, and you know that.
She will tell you that she was waiting for the right guy, like you, and didn’t care for “players”. You know that isn’t true. She loved to fuck “players”. Cindy is a notch on many a bedpost, a story to tell for many guys when they get together to tell their stories, just like your lady. Players are the best. They don’t talk about calling you in a week or two, leaving you to play with your dildo, then take you out two or three times before they “try something”. They want to fuck right now. And your babe wants to fuck “right now” too. Cindy wanted to fuck “right now”. Players don’t care if they see her out with someone else, or run into her at the next party or notice her as their best bud is parting her pussy lips with his big cock in a back bedroom. they will high five their best bud and then stick their cocks in her more than willing mouth or gently stroke themselves until best bud has stiffened, moaned, said “thank you” and pulled out of her. No ugly awkward moments.
Next.
You dont want them to tell you too much until you are ready to be thrilled with the visions of someone else’s large hard cock pumping cum into, onto and around your sweetie’s cunt, into her mouth, perhaps up her ass, on her cute tits and hard nipples, on her belly, and on that little sometimes hairy mound that curves down to the lips of her pussy. And, until you get turned on visualizing cum dripping down her inner thighs as it slowly oozes from the hole a recent cock has left open in between her lips down there, and, you enjoy her stories about how she loves to touch, stroke, and lick cock and stick them in a variety of places and not necessarily one at a time, dont push for details.
Because, as you are realizing right now, YES… they do love cock. YES Cindy loved cock. And they love big cock even better. Cindy loved big cock even better.
Regardless of what they have told you in the past, they want, they enjoy, even enjoy the pain of a much larger cock than yours. And, they are quite excited about doing anything that gets them an O and the bigger the cock the bigger, the quicker and the more often the O.
Before we married, I had told Cindy about a half a dozen adventures and she told me that she had that many also. We had parity. I was good with that. She let me take the lead, acting as if if was all new to her. Later, details came out, oozed out, like the juices and cum dripping from her cunt, about another dozen or more other men she had sex with. Actually it was more than a dozen, a lot more. Heck, there were more than a dozen at or around that waterside bar lounge that she went to after work. There were a few nice boats on the docks next to the lounge. She seemed to know about staterooms and vee berths. She once asked me to go in one of the really nice ones, knew where the spare key was and that the owner was on some island somewhere. She had used it before when the owner wasn’t there, as well as when he was. He even encouraged her and a couple of her girlfriends to use it. All he wanted was to: “Hear all about it, in detail”. I suspected he had a sophisticated camera set up, and that somewhere on that boat, there were videos of cocks sliding into her and her moans had been recorded, along with the slurping sounds that accompanied her blow jobs.
Cindy said he was a nice looking man, was kind and generous and not that old, and: “Oh what the hell, he was a good fuck, had a nice cock, and knew how to use it.”
I asked her what a: “nice cock” was.
She said: “Oh, like yours or slightly larger, on the thick side, and stayed really hard for a long time and could repeat the process a couple of times… and had big ejaculations.”
“Oh,” I said knowing that she really meant: “larger and thicker than mine”, but she was being kind.
She smiled and teased me with: “So is there anything else you want to know about what a “nice cock” is, or about his “nice cock”?”
“No, thats ok.” I said, adding: “Did you ever worry he was secretly videotaping your exploits?”
“No…I didn’t worry about it.” She answered: “I figured he was. The camera was probably in the fuzzy toy bear facing the bed, I played to it.”
Then added: “At first, when I was there with someone else, I would turn the bear around, then later I figured: oh what the hell… it was his boat and he deserved a thrill”.
“oh…” I said.
“Do you want me to ask him for a copy for your viewing enjoyment?” she said: “I’m sure he knows I know.”
“Maybe.” I said unconvincingly.
She never offered again, and I never asked.
She also mentioned the parking lot next to the bar.
I told her: “I visualize car seats stained with the wetness from your pussy mixed with cum.”
“Not my pussy,” she said: “ I don’t like fucking in cars… anymore.”
“The stains you visualize are saliva and cum.” she added, laughing.
I got it.
There was a condo complex next to the lounge that was a favorite residence of the town’s upwardly mobile single men, and married men with money who needed an extra place.. She mentioned a number of parties, and admitted to fucking the host, a friend of his, or both, or a guest, or for that matter all three. Once in the bedroom, Cindy might find it already occupied and the price for sharing the bed might be to share her pussy. The guy fucking the girl next to her might reach over and start fondling her tits. The erectness of Cindy’s nipples when aroused seemed to invite that, and hastened and heightened his orgasmic explosion. After that, he might bring his still engorged cock drenched in cum and pussy juice up to Cindy’s lips. The guy fucking Cindy was thrilled by what was happening to his cock deep inside Cindy while his eyes feasted on what was happening to his buddie’s cock and looking forward to the same treat after he came. What the hell, what was one more?, and, she got an extra cock for the evening. To Cindy it was all good and she enjoyed every moment of it and was now relieved she could tell me her stories and that they enhanced our sex life.
Cindy wasn’t into the bi thing, but on those large beds, aside from licking a cock that might have other pussy wetness on it, she might kiss the girl getting fucked next to her, tongues exchanging remaining bits of cum in on and around their mouths. Or she might let the other girl suck on her cum covered tits, even returning the favor. It turned the guys on, and kept them fucking even harder and longer. She also admitted that on a few occasions, she had let a girl go down on her to lick off some cum. Later, she admitted to returning that favor too and that more than one other girl may have been involved.
She asked me if those stories turned me on. They did. In time, I even got to watch her as she did those things and more. So I knew they weren’t made up.
Even at a closeby motel, she seemed known by the staff, and they knew her favorite room. Some of those rooms were suites with a king size bed in one room and a lovely living area in the other. The number of people and combinations dancing in my visions were endless. I had stayed there before becoming aware of its special significance in her sexual adventures. She was fucking a lot of people, and enjoyed it. But, as a matter of pride, she said, the men had always paid for the room.
That was nice to know.
She had her standards.
The more I heard, the more I got a hard on. Before some stories even finished, I might be pulling her clothes off and would let her finish the story while my cock was inside her. As she saw that I was not upset, she became more comfortable with releasing new information although never going so far as to volunteer it.
She loved cock. That’s all there was to it. A guy normally embellishes his conquests, women downplay theirs. Cindy generally didn’t give me all the details until the third time she told me any story and there were times I still never felt I got the whole story. These revelations rarely involved the admission that her favorites were large cocks, given that I was only a slight bit above average, if that.
The park and parking lot were reserved for those who got a blow job for a bar tab. It wasn’t that bad Cindy said, often her and a girlfriend or two would run up a tab together then flip a coin to see who would give the blowjob, and they were selective about who got to pick up the tab.
“Wow, selective?”
“Absolutely…” she said: “If we didn’t want to do him, we made sure he knew that before he ran the tab.”
Nice! Considerate!
Alcohol, time and numbers had blurred memories and details. She would say: “It was only a hand job, he only came on my tits.” Or, she would say: “I only licked the end of his cock, I never put it in my mouth.” Or.. “licking cum off the end of a cock is not the same as letting a guy cum in your mouth.” Those justifications allowed her to say: “only a few”, when it came to giving blow jobs. Then I remembered, the Marine Corp is only made up of a “few”.
I am not sure why I needed to know that.
It was one thing to own up to the pre marital past, another to deal with after the marriage.
For a few years after we married, we hung around with a sexually charged group of friends, even a few of her former fuckbuddies, I would later learn. Over time, Cindy got closer to that “line”. She had touched a few cocks, her pussy had been touched, much more than “touched” actually. One cock had made it’s way inside her, for maybe longer than a moment. There are details on that and more in “Monogamy in Peril”. At first she was less than forthcoming about what really “happened” at such and such a party.
For monogamy and parity, it wasn’t a good sign. For excitement, both hers and mine, it was a great sign. It was just taking me a long time to accept it. Once again She was prepared to give me less than the whole truth, and I was prepared to accept the bullshit.
Putting a ring on her finger had not cured her of her love for cock or altered the hormones that raced back and forth from her brain to her nipples and to her pussy.
Soon marital monogamy and parity would be the joke it had been pre-marital.
As with many couples, our sex play began to involve fantasies of more than the soft sex touching at clubs, parties and evenings naked with friends by a fire on a beach. Besides, I knew that the soft was getting somewhat hard. For me, swinging was a way of getting my fair share and maintaining some control over a situation.
No more bullshit, hers or mine, I could get to watch and even participate as the stories were being made
From our first chat about swinging to our first adventure, was a matter of a few weeks at most. We wasted no time. When we got home from our first adventure, we very nonchalantly agreed that it was fun and that we should try it again “Some time”. We then had the longest and most furious fuck in a long time, and I felt what it was like to feel someone else’s cum in Cindy’s pussy. It was not the last time I would feel that sensation. We both made sure that “Some time” happened quickly and often.
Monogamy in marriage was officially over. Parity too, although it would be a while before we were openly able to discuss that she needed more cock than I needed pussy. After three I was done. After three, she was just getting going.
Still, there would be rules, only other couples where both played. Needless to say that didnt last long either, it was frankly over with before I even knew it. One evening, soon after our first adventure, I went off to a girl’s place while Cindy went off to the guy’s apartment. She later, told me that he shared that apartment with another guy. Apparently, that night, the apartment was not the only thing they shared. Parity in marriage was officially over, although I wouldn’t know it for quite a while.
Once again bullshit and denial would have to be resorted to until my mind could catch up to what her pussy needed.
In spite of my objections, we went to a “party house” with friends. Cindy was soon being kissed and having her tits and nipples fondled by the male half of our friends, another was playing with her pussy and a third was getting his cock stroked through the slit in his shorts. I watched. One of my rules had been: “No going in the group room”, a room of free and open fucking and sucking. Yet, I was watching my naked wife walking into the group room with three guys, who’s cum would soon be splattering the inside of her vagina, and her mouth, her lips, her tongue, her tits, her face and her belly. Rule making was officially over, and viewing the action was better than having her tell me about it.
Watching her take on cocks into her pussy and her mouth was even better than the stories. Much much better.