It appears from reading stories on Literotica that many men share the same kink as my husband.
Namely, they get a real kick out of hearing about their wives and girlfriends sexual exploits either before they had met, or with a lover when the partner was not present.
Now, I suspect that many females have a curiosity about their partner's sexual history, but in some men it could almost be described as an obsession.
So let me tell you a tale that my husband enjoyed hearing. The first part ends before I was penetrated and for years I told my husband that the encounter ended there. But a few years later I told him the second part of the story which describes how I actually did lose my virginity that night.
Only one version is true. Which do you think it is?
I suppose you could call me a late developer. I managed to reach the age of 18 without having had a cock in me. Most, if not all, of my girlfriends had done the deed, but somehow I'd never felt the urge with any of the males in our group of friends to go all the way. Obviously I had participated in a few fumbles with boys, but that was as far as it went.
I'm going back nearly 35 years to when one of my friends was able to have a house party as her parents were away for the weekend.
I knew most of the people who were going to the party so am looking forwards to a fun night. I dressed in a red mini skirt with tights (pantyhose) underneath, white sexy knickers under the tights. I put on my best white lace bra and selected a lacy white top. Red shoes completed the outfit. Looking in the mirror I considered that I looked very presentable for a night of drinking and laughs with friends. The thought of getting shagged that night never entered my mind.
Gathering up my coat and a bottle of vodka I left my parents house and walked down the road to the house which was hosting the party.
Going into the house the first person I see is my friend Lynn, it's her parents who own the house "Hi Lynn," I said in a loud voice, because of the music, "Is everyone here?"
"Just about, only a couple of no shows and a few will be here after the pub shuts," Lynn replied.
"OK, I'll get started with the vodka, guess the mixers are in the kitchen?"
As usual at parties there was a bunch of people in the kitchen so greetings were exchanged when I entered. "Who has the orange juice?" I shouted.
"Over here," came the voice of a lad standing in the corner with a bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale in his hand, Tatty Tate (yes we were original with nicknames). I'd known him for ages, all hanging round with the same people.
I manoeuvred my way to get beside him. "How you doing Tatty? Pass a glass for the vodka please."
"Here's the orange juice Shel, tell me how much you want," said Tatty.
"Not too much to start with please, I feel like getting a little drunk tonight." I replied.
So having had a bit of chat with Tatty and with a second large vodka and orange in my hand I make my way back to the living room to find a few of my female friends gossiping so of course I join in. Naturally, the main subject is boys and who is doing what with whom.
"Yeah, seems Jane and Tatty broke up last week," says Lynn.
"That's strange," I say, "I've just been talking to Tatty in the kitchen and he never mentioned it."
"You'll have to watch yourself tonight Shel, there's not many single girls at this party and you know Tatty likes female company," Lynn comments with a wink to the other girls. "Jane did say he could push all the correct buttons and in the right order!"
"Well Jane has the experience to know, I guess." Was the only reply I could think of. However, something inside me was thinking that Tatty was not too bad looking, was a decent, sensible lad and maybe? Wow, where did that thought come from? Me or the vodka?
Just then one of my favourite songs started playing, so putting down the now half empty glass I told the girls it was time to dance!
A few songs later I'm looking round trying to find my drink, but it looks like someone else must have taking a liking to it and finished it. Ah well, back to the kitchen for another refill then.
Still in the same corner in the kitchen is Tatty nursing what appears to be the same bottle of Brown Ale. I go over in his direction to fix another drink for myself. "Sorry to hear about you and Jane breaking up."
"One of those things, at 18 I'm not looking for a long term romance," he replies. "It was fun while it lasted, but how about you, are you seeing anyone Shel?"
"No, mostly out in Newcastle with Janice and Anna on Saturday nights, having a laugh round the pubs, you know."
Looking right behind Tatty I see my vodka bottle lodged right in the corner of the work top. "Shift out a bit so I can reach the bottle please."
He moves to one side then as I stretch over for the bottle he somehow gets right behind me and is pressing himself against me, hands round my waist and pulling me backwards into him. It's the sort of thing which the lads would do with the girls in the group with no ulterior motive.
The cuddle is not unpleasant but my skirt has ridden up and I can feel his hard cock pushing into my bum. Giving him a wiggle of my bum to show that I appreciate the compliment I turn around so that we are face to face.
It was inevitable that we would kiss, he leaned into me and a passionate snog was soon happening. His hand is up the back of my skirt rubbing all over my bum and trying to pull down my tights at the back for easier access.
Breaking off the kiss, I told him to slow down, too many people around. The kitchen was a getting a bit too full for any privacy.
"Let's move out into the hallway" I say to Tatty.
Taking our drinks we pushed past the crowd in the kitchen and into the less crowded hallway. Within a minute we had resumed the kissing, tongues pushing against each other. Tatty seemed to have given up on my tights and now was fondling my tits over my top and bra. As Lynn had said, he did have a good technique and was giving me great sensations by squeezing my breasts and nipples.
His hand went under my top and reached up behind my back to unfasten my bra. I quickly looked round to see that we were unobserved so did not stop him. Impressively, he managed to unhook the bra with one hand and it sagged forward to hang loose at the front.
Tattys' hand slid round the front, up under the bra cup and covered my right tit. "Shel, I've wanted to do this for ages." With that he was lifting the weight of my tit, stroking it, and squeezing and pulling on my nipple.
Yes, I do like his technique! I could feel myself getting aroused and was happy to stand there and let him play with my 34Bs.
Just then Lynn walks out of the living room to go up the stairs to the toilet. Seeing us in a clinch she walks up behind me and softly says in my ear, "if you want more privacy I don't mind you going into my bedroom."