Suzanne and I have been married for some time now, we get on well and have an okay sex life, well we did until she started to open up about her sexual past. Now it's mind blowing, intense and I absolutely love it.
Suzanne is petite and curvy with great
tits a peachy yet slightly large ass, she has a cute blonde bob hairstyle and green eyes, she looks great whatever she wears, floaty long dresses, jeans and especially short skirts. If I've been a good boy she'll sometimes dress up in the bedroom wearing (Ivory or black) silk stockings & garterbelts with high heels.
Before we were married, like most couples we'd ask each other about former partners how many people we'd slept with that kind of thing. I've slept with nine girls before I met Suzanne she said five (not true). I must admit when we had these conversations it always turned me on imagining Suzanne being fucked by other guys in all sorts of positions.
There was one particular guy called Rob who I worked with at the time, we'd often bump into him in a bar or nightclub back in those carefree unmarried days.
Rob was a tall slim dark haired guy we both got on well, Suzanne also liked him, he'd often comment "you two make a nice couple".
We'd been together for about three years since Suzanne first met Rob and as young lovers often do, we had an argument over what I cannot remember, decided to split for a while and let things cool down.
During that period I briefly dated a couple of girls who I'd kissed after taking them home nothing more than that and Suzanne admitted much the same.
After about six weeks we got back together became engaged then married two years later.
After we were married I met Rob in a bar I hadn't seen Rob for quite a while as he'd changed jobs we made small talk then out of the blue he said "you didn't marry that blonde girl from out of town did you?" with a knowing grin. This got to me, I couldn't stop thinking about it ever since.
I kept asking Suzanne if there was anything between them she'd always say no but like a dog with a stick between it's teeth I wouldn't let go. One night Suzanne went for a meal with some old college girlfriends later that evening I picked her up from the restaurant and while driving home I bought the subject of Rob up again, asking her "you sure nothing went on with him?" instead of the usual outright denial Suzanne replied "I'll tell you when we're home" maybe it was all the sparkling wine she drank that led to this sudden surge of honesty, that in turn created a feeling of dread mixed with excitement, my cock going hard which honestly confused me. I put my foot down wanting to get home as quickly as I could, now I finally get to hear the truth and could I handle it?
We finally arrived home parked the car on the drive then went inside.
we went inside made some coffee sat down then Suzanne began "during that time we split I went to a house party with some girlfriends while I was there I met that guy you used to work with" you mean Rob "yeah him" Suzanne replied, my heartbeat quickend as I knew what was coming. A strange mixture of revulsion and sexual excitement swept over me, a sensation I've never felt before, I couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.
Suzanne began.