A few weeks ago at a client's event I got into a conversation somewhat spicy with some others in the place about wives behaving out of normal, obviously meaning it in a sexual way. When I got asked, my instant answer was "No never. I swear she's like the most decent woman I know. Buuuut..." And here's my story... a real one.
"...we had a break once just before getting married and like 8 years later she confessed an episode she thought she would take to her grave. She was really not proud of herself for that so she thought I was never gonna know."
You have to keep in mind that she only had one real boyfriend before me with whom she was dating when I met her, and of course the occasional 1 week boyfriend, but as I'm concerned, it never went past second base with any of them, except for the one previous to me, and that was when we were 16(me) and 18(her). And being the decent girl she has always been, the only guy she had ever had sex with. Any kind of sex. Yes, she was one of those shy decent ones, which as she tells me, kept her like an outcast most of her teenage years.
So she broke up with this dude, and dated me and we were together for like 6 years (a couple of breaks but nothing serious). We actually did everything together and during those years you can say we bloomed together sexually, like, totally bloomed, but always together. And it was during the years that she slowly stopped being so shy with me, but never as open as me, somehow it seemed she had a lot of trouble letting go in that matter, at least more than me... well, not at the beginning, she somehow had to break me down as I was a virgin when we first made love (or had sex if you are not the romantic kind), she really showed me the handles of our first times together, but in time things slowly shifted sides and I was the one being more daring and creative, and she was always on board even though she often drew a line when things got too crazy or not classy hehe, like, she never agreed to swallowing, and she never dared to try anal sex, and obviously didn't wear any daring or skimpy clothes that could be taken for not a respectable girl even though I begged and gifted her some, but we enjoyed a lot our private time together.
We were actually very happy with each other but years passed and real adult life started to creep in our lives and little by little our goals or needs at the moment started to drift apart. So much to the point that suddenly our time together was a lot of arguing and unconformity from her side, in a lot of ways but usually the basic ones like she didn't like me going out with friends as much (even though she always went out with us), too much drinking, not planning ahead for some job, not being clear about when or if we were getting married, which was never out of question, but man I was 25, barely starting professional work life and being kind of self sufficient, and all these things were a no go for me.
And inevitably, one day the 8th year she had THE TALK with me and started pushing a lot and getting very irritable about anything because my answer was "not yet", after that time together was a burden, at least for me and on a given day I finally had enough (maybe a little too selfish) and told her we needed to break up, I broke up, couldn't keep up with our relationship as it was at this point, this was just not working and I decided we should breakup for good, and I meant for good, I'm not one of those that breaks up just to blow up some steam and gets back together a week later. I remember she actually begged me not to do this, but my mind was resolved and I stood by my decision. Everyday after that she called me a couple of times a day, just begging me please don't go through with it, to please get back together and I honestly was at the brink of doing it because I knew, I felt she was in a bad place after this, it had caught her by surprise and she was not being able to cope with our breakup. I told her many, many times I loved her but that this was not our time and finally after a couple of weeks she promised she wouldn't look for me again like this, and so she did. We wished each other the best and tried to go on with our lives.
So we broke up for good for like 6-8 months, during this time I made a couple of trips, and had some amazing job projects which kept me kind of distracted from my love situation but also focused. I definitely had several chances of hooking up with several (or maybe not that "several, but like 4 or 5 girls) but honestly I had no interest neither had the will, because in the end I was honestly in love and really not over Alice, I actually stayed very very single and alone as far as women goes.
So as history goes, we started talking again around 6 months later because we actually had crossed paths a couple of times and our chats were getting lighter, with no pressure and no pushing from either side, and some 3 months later we decided to start dating again, we honestly realized how much we actually meant for each other and how worth being together was and 3 years later we got married.
Well, all this is just to let you know the heaviness of what I'm about to tell you. So one night, 2 years into marriage already... one really sexy night, having spicy talks and exchanging probable previous unknown sexual experiences in the middle of our foreplay (which I was pretty sure we already knew practically everything) reminding her that I had never been with anyone but her, at least not past second base, we were very the same except she had been with her ex boyfriend besides be, and a couple of high-school party hookups which I learned that night, but nothing more than second base either.
And so things were steamy, but we kind of already knew almost everything about each other, so my greedy self, looking for more sexual content, whatever it was I asked her, knowing the higher probability, if she really didn't kiss anyone during our break. Because I know I had the chance, and I'm a guy, so a girl must have had plentiful of chances but she had always told me she went out a couple of times only and that she didn't even wanted to date, that she never dated anyone, but for my surprise things were not like that and shyly she goes
"... uhm... well, I think you know."
"NOOO I don't, you had always told me you never dated anyone, I'm assuming never means nothing else," while I start feelling my only engorged but somehow soft penis getting a little harder. The idea of her just kissing anyone else was wild for me, she had been my girl for 13 years now and in my head she had never even dated anyone else, not even when we broke up.
"well... just when we broke up a lot of old friends obviously heard and I went out with a couple, just like friends" while she started kind of toning down the foreplay and getting a little more serious.
"Ok..., so then it was just friends right?"
"But one of them was "Jerry" you know, the one that was asking me out before we were a thing." And now she starts to kind of come down from her arousal and start hugging me in a more shy manner.
"OK..., but you only went out as friends baby, so?" While I was asking more if my memory was right, this guy Jerry, I knew my wife actually liked him, not in a sexual way, but as in actually good friend nice person fun way. She never wanted to date him before because she just liked him as a friend, nothing more, but as she kept answering in short phrases my mind was getting curious and my cock, well... harder "so you kissed?? I mean, that's no so hardcore."
"no, we... a little more than kissed," And in this moment I felt my stomach sink. It's a weird feeling, it's like a thrill mixed with very deep jealousy, but... I can't explain... My mind was actually racing in the way you read in sex stories.
"What do you mean more?? Well, tell me what happened at least or how did it happen," obviously trying to keep the horny mood we were in, but her face suddenly changed and she started hugging me like feeling really embarrassed, or preparing to say sorry about something. "Well, where were you that night?" I had to start asking little by little. My cock was so hard but I was so torn inside, a very weird jealousy feeling mixed with anticipation and a lot of arousal... I mean, alot, what the hell does she mean by "a little more than kissed"... all this while she was still naked, hugging me, not looking at me, just hugging me.
"we went to a party, he picked me up and went together, but he was very nice with me, it was some mutual friend's party so we had a really good time, we were not together most of the time"
Confused, I kept asking "I don't know where this is going... so you didn't hook up at the party?"
"No, I didn't want our friends to think we were dating, it wasn't like that. We were not even in a date," she answered a little agitated, so I hugged her a bit stronger and she kept telling me "So... we were having fun but after some time I told him to take me home, we both were already tipsy and I was afraid about him driving like that so I asked him to take me back home earlier, and we said goodbye and took off," and suddenly she hugged me harder and kept talking "we walked out to where he had parked and when we got to the car, he was about to open my door and we just kind of accidentally bumped into each others face, and me being "lonely" for some time and him being a tipsy guy, kissed... a little... then kissed again, then just kept kissing softly. Just nice. I swear I wasn't thinking very straigh.t" Now I could feel her tone stained with a bit of shame "And I know I was horny but not as much, I was just having a little distraction, but then he slid his hand under my blouse and I got super hot because I had never worn this blouse to a party, only nightclubs with you."
I have to clarify that the blouse is a nightclub braless halter cowl neck that I love, it was one of those things a gave her as a gift to dress a little daring during our years, and I'm sure of this because there are a couple of pics on facebook from that party, and she never wore it on parties, just a couple of times to nightclubs where it's dark and with a very normal bra and a strapless top underneath, but to this one party, and I had mentioned it to her before, she wore it as it was intended to.
And she continued "And I felt so exposed but so sexy, because while we were kissing I didn't realize he had my whole tit out while he was softly squeezing and rubbing my nipple..." She was blushing now but really trying hard to humor me by making an effort to tell me what she remembered feeling, she looked so cute like this. "And Mike, I can't tell you how slutty I felt, standing on my back against the car, in the middle of the street, with my tit out and a guy feeling me, and suddenly I felt his hand leave my tit exposed and start sliding down inside my jeans, but they were too tight, I remember perfectly him pulling out from the kiss and looking down to find my jeans button, and he found it and popped it open" she was talking shyly, like if she had done something wrong "And when he did that I felt so exposed, hands partly up from letting him feel me up, tit out and him just unbuttoning my jeans, right there in the street where we were parked"
I could feel my guts burning with jealousy, real jealousy, but couldn't help getting so aroused, Alice must have sensed this as I'm sure I was tensing, or maybe my caressing for her or my hugs were getting harsher.
"Baby, I'm so sorry, do you want to hear? I mean, it's not a happy feeling for me because I was so sad and lonely in those days and I wasn't actually thinking" Alice telling me this while blushings hard and really sounding nervous. And I could feel a little sad, I could see she wasn't actually very proud of it or really enjoying telling me all this
"I want you to keep going baby, I mean, you already told me half, I do want to know, but it's ok if you don't want to" I said trying to ease her, and trying not to sound too jealous or too eager either.
"I honestly never thought I would ever tell you about this, I know how you feel about hooking up with someone else if you are, in theory, on just a break or actually dating someone else. But please know I was in a bad place... Are you ok?" I was now sure she could feel my heat from the mixed jealousy and arousal "Baby are you jealous?? I love you!, you know right?, shit, I knew I shouldn't tell you, but you asked and we were kind in the mood and... are you sure you're ok?" I was feeling her getting a bit anxious.
"Yes, I'm a bit jealous, well, a lot actually, but not mad... it's.. it's weird, it was so long ago, and honestly you were on all your right to hookup with whomever you wanted... I just... I didn't expect this bomb, I thought maybe you kissed, but now I'm sensing that at least he fingered you... did he?"
"Are you sure you want me to keep telling you?"
"Yes, please, I won't be able to sleep knowing there was more, it's too late now... so did he?"
"Well... no, I mean, he unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand between my legs, and fuck I felt just how wet I was, I felt a little aroused from feeling myself this wet but then I got back to my senses and saw I was exposed and just quickly covered my tit, and just pulled his hand out, I got nervous "
"Oh... ok so" and she interrupted
