So okay, here's the big question. How much do you confess your previous sins to your husband or wife? Should you tell them about every little sin you committed, or is your previous love life your own business? I guess for men it's all about being the stud and how many women were seduced should be public knowledge. But for us women it's a little different, for being labelled a slut isn't very nice. At the sweet age of twenty I had a sexual romp that I would never forget or regret, and any consideration of how my future husband might feel about it was at the time well below my radar. But when I eventually met my man and did get married, I thought my little secret would never reach his tender ears. I guess it just shows how naive I really am. Another lesson in all this; is how much should you confide in your friends, especially friends called Suzie. Anyway, this is how it all panned out.
There were six of us out for a meal that night, my husband Matt, my old and supposedly good friend Suzie and her husband, and another couple who for the story can remain nameless. It was one of those fun nights, a blend of good food and great company with a copious amount of alcohol thrown in. We cared not as our loud laughter echoed around the restaurant drowning out other tables, and as the night wore on the surrounding tables emptied. Our conversation moved from subject to subject and eventually landed at the feet of a local politician who had just got caught out participating in a threesome with two young ladies. As usual, there were public calls for his resignation while others took the line of what happened in one's personal life was okay, so long as it wasn't illegal.
We took a vote, and the guys didn't think the politician should resign which was no surprise, I mean a sexual romp with two ladies is every guys dream. I was taking it all under consideration as Suzie swallowed half a glass chardonnay before turning to and flippantly suggesting that with my history I had no moral right to condemn group sex. The look on my face put Suzie in her place, but I could've easily put my hands around her neck and squeezed the life slowly out of her. I hoped her comment would have been lost in conversation, but I wasn't to be quite that lucky.
Later that night, Matt and I were stretched out in our bed in the throws of a little foreplay which was quite normal after a night out with a few drinks thrown in. I was comfortably on my back with legs parted so Matt could play with my pussy in a manner in which I was accustomed as I stroked his nice hard erection. We kissed and caressed as my excitement intensified with my first little orgasm on the way. Matt had long since perfected the art of making me cum with his talented hands. His long finger was inside me caressing my G spot and his thumb gently working my clitoris, I was well on the way.
"What was Suzie going on about back at the restaurant?"
'FUCK,' I thought to myself as my orgasm began to fade and apprehension flooded my mind, for I knew that I was in trouble.
"Like what?" I asked pushing up on his finger hoping to distract him.
"You know; the group sex thing? She insinuated that you've done it."
"You know what Suzie's like when she's pissed, gets all mouthy and doesn't know what she's talking about." I replied innocently.
"So you've never done it with more than one person?" he asked as his fingers continued their sordid work.
Now here's the problem. I love Matt with all my heart and I never lie to him. One of our vows when we fell in love long before we married was complete honesty. We both had previous sexual encounters before we met; him a lot more than me, but that's a man thing. Like all couples, we have to accept that and get on with life. There is no doubt that Matt is the best lover I've ever had, mainly because we love each other dearly and the fact that we've had a good few years together to perfect our love making. Over those years, we've discussed the odd previous liaison, but not in great detail and usually more about the circumstances rather than the act itself. I contemplated Matt's question for a few seconds, and decided that honesty was my only option.
"Once, just a threesome." I whispered.
"Really?" he whispered. "Two guys or two girls?"
"Me and two guys."
I could feel his excitement as his hard shaft twitched in my hand and he inserted another finger inside me.
"Tell me about it."
"No, I don't want to. It was a long time ago."
"Aw c'mon Kirsty, please tell me."
"No, I don't want to make you jealous or anything. Anyway, it was so long ago, I don't remember much about it." I lied. "I was drunk at the time?"
"I won't be jealous, its kind of exciting thinking about you and two guys. Was it fun?"
Oh yes, it was fun alright I thought to myself, it was the most amazing sex I'd ever had up until that time. A little smile escaped my lips as my memory flashed back to that night; Matt noticed and gave my clitoris a little extra attention causing me to moan in pleasure.
"C'mon, tell me about it." he urged. "Please."
I knew that I wasn't going to get away with it; sooner or later Matt was going to prise my little secret from me. It might as well be now rather than later.
"You really want me to tell you about it?" I asked.
"Yes."
"It all happened along time ago, long before we met. Promise you won't hold it against me or anything?"
"Nope, I promise." he replied excitedly. "Tell me every little thing you can remember."
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First off before I recount my sordid story, I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Kirsty, and I'm a tallish brunette with ample curves. I was always kind of pretty in a natural way and never been short of a boyfriend for too long. From a young age, I relished in the way the opposite sex looked at me. I liked their hungry lingering eyes running over my body making me feel good about myself. Like any girl, I dressed to show off my best attributes, in my case a nice round bum and long strong thighs, but my breasts were a little too small for my liking. My sexual inquisitiveness resulted in the loss of my virginity by a boy who took advantage, and something I still regret to this day. I should've waited until I was with someone I rally cared for. But from that day on, I explored my sexuality with passion, usually with steady boyfriends in good relationships. Without being particularly promiscuous, by the time I met Matt I could count the men I'd been with on two hands, but only just.
On the night in question, Suzie and I had been invited to a friend's party. The occasion was the end of the university year and a time of great celebration for all us over worked students. We went to bar for a few drinks first, and by the time we got to the party it was in full swing. It was one of those parties that really went off, the music good and loud, and the guests well primed with alcohol and marijuana. There were plenty of people we knew as well as a whole lot we didn't. We mingled for awhile checking out the talent before settling in with a group of familiar faces. Among them were Andy and Mike, a couple of guys whom we had socialised with previously. They were good fun guys to hang around with, lots of noisy fun without being pushy about trying to get into our pants if you get my drift. The kind of guys you feel safe with even though you don't really know them all that well. They were not bad looking either, both tall and wide shouldered. While I wouldn't have been averse to being bedded by either of them after a few drinks, the thought of indulging in a threesome had never occurred to me.
Halfway through the night, Suzie found herself in the clutches of a rather scrumptious guy she met while getting herself a drink. Young Suzie could be a dirty little slut in the right circumstances, and the glint in her eyes suggested that she was in the mood to get laid. It was wasn't long before she walked over to me and whispered in my ear that she was departing for some fun. She dropped her car keys in my hand and told she would call me in the morning, if she wasn't too tired. She then gave me a peck on the cheek and a wink before disappearing in the clutches of her soon to be lover.
As the party died down in the early hours of the morning, I found myself nicely inebriated and still in the company of Andy and Mike. When I announced my departure, Andy removed Suzie's car keys from my hand and told me that I was in no condition to drive. It wasn't far I told him trying unsuccessfully to retrieve the car keys; he simply smiled and dropped them down the front of his jeans. That stopped me in my tracks as I had no intention of putting my hands down there, well not in front of fifty people anyway. I was told that I was in no fit state to drive anywhere, and thinking back they were quite right too. But it also left me in a dilemma of where I was going to sleep, but Andy and Mike took me home which was less than a block's walk away.
I guess it all started off innocently enough, the intention was that I was going to sleep on the couch and was provided with a spare pillow and two blankets. But then Andy lit a joint for a night cap, and we sat around smoking it. By the time it was half gone I was very, very relaxed.
"Thanks for looking after me tonight, I appreciate it." I muttered.
"No probs." Mike replied. "You were too far gone to drive anywhere. While the couch ain't too comfortable, it least it's safe."
"Well, if you guys were real gentlemen, one of you'd offer me your bed." I joked.
They both laughed and agreed that neither of them were gentlemen, and that the only I was sleeping in a bed would be sharing it with one of them. Now that little proposition wasn't all that abhorrent, for I was just in the mood for a little sex. It had been a hard few weeks since I'd got laid and I was kind of in need.
"Oh really." I replied prepared to run their gauntlet. "And which one of you would I have to share with?"
They looked at each other for a few seconds as it dawned on them that I might not be joking. I smiled at their dilemma, who was going to miss out and who wasn't. I liked them both, so it didn't really matter to me, I just wanted sex. My arousal was growing and I could already feel the dampness in my panties.
