My fiancé and I have a pretty satisfying sex life. Both of us were virgins when we met, she had the idea of waiting for marriage. Smooth talker that I am we started fucking after a few months together. I knew she had a wild side that just needed to be let out; I could see it in her eyes.
We didn't live together but fucked every chance we could, in the park at night, in the stairwell in her apartment, in the bathroom of a bar, wherever the mood struck us. And by us I mean her. Her strict Catholic upbringing still made her feel guilty and she didn't like to talk about sex or even admit to liking it unless it was in the heat of the moment. It sometimes seemed that if I initiated sex anywhere, even in my bedroom, I was a pervert, but if the mood struck her while walking through the park it was fine to sixty-nine behind some shrubs.
We also had a fairly active fantasy life, usually through talking about fantasies over the phone before we went to sleep. I loved it when she'd talk about something sexual from her past and how it could have gone. Like the time she said her neighbor was checking her out in the laundry room. He was just an older guy checking out a 23 year old in tiny shorts, it was nothing but when she mentioned it to me I asked what she would have done if he had made any moves on her. She made up a whole story about how he seduced her and they fucked on a washing machine when anyone could have walked in.
One topic that came up a lot during our late night conversations was threesomes. She naturally assumed I wanted to have one with her and another girl, which was true, but I also wanted to have one with her and another guy. It was partially my voyeuristic side that wanted to see the action, but also because I loved her and wanted to see her satisfied. There was also idea that it would alleviate any jealousy between us. If we had a threesome with another dude and one with another chick, neither of us could feel left out right?
The only thing that really bugged me sexually about our monogamous relationship was that we had to use condoms. Tina was scared to take the pill; she had heard too many stories about it causing side effects like mood swings and blood clots. Again I blame the nuns at her Catholic school; they said all kinds of things to scare her and her friends when it came to sex. I understand that they were trying to protect the girls from teen pregnancy, but it was screwing up normal adult relationships...namely mine! I tried to talk her into going on the pill, how much better it would be, but was met with angry responses. If I wanted her to take the pill, all I cared about was sex, it didn't matter if she died or how she felt. So I was stuck wearing a rubber.
One night I was home alone playing an online game when the phone rang. It was Tina. She had been working that evening until 9pm; it was after 2am now. I hadn't realized the time since I was so engrossed in my gaming. I asked if she just got home and she said yes. She said her ex-boyfriend Bill had stopped by her work and asked if she wanted to get a drink and then a ride home. He was meeting a buddy of his at the bar at about 1am to give him a ride home. Bill's plan was to have a drink or two with Tina, she could meet his friend and then he'd take them both home.
The two of them had stayed in touch; he had screwed up the relationship and had been trying to win her back but had given up after our engagement and was satisfied with just remaining friends. I had talked to her about him before and found out what they had done together sexually. They were young, just finishing high-school and all she'd let him do was make out with her. She did admit that she let him see her boobs a couple times and once she had let him finger her while he sucked her tits. He had practically begged for a blowjob or to tit fuck her, but she refused. She told me that he loved her tits and she felt like that's all her cared about, that's one of the reasons she broke up with him.
"Did you have a good time? You guys were out pretty late. Did anything exciting happen?" I asked her. I hoped that she'd take my hint and give me a fantasy to think about. If she had been drinking there was a pretty good chance that she'd be horny and a little less inhibited.
She said yeah, we had fun. She paused and said very quietly, her voice shaking "I did something bad." I was still playing the game but that statement, and the way she said it, got my full attention. Maybe she was in the mood to tell me a story. I pulled my shorts down so I could stroke off while she talked.
"What did you do?"
"Promise me you won't get mad?"
"Honey, I won't. I love you, just tell me what happened." I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, a cross between fear and excitement.
"I can't."
"Did you guys drink?"
"Yeah, me and Bill did a couple shots. I had four and we split a pitcher."
No wonder she was slurring a bit, she's kind of a lightweight. I took a shot to see if she was in the mood for a story.
"Did you kiss?"
"Yeah."
"Just on the cheek or more?"
"More"
"You made out with him?" The thought of my fiancé making out with her ex gave me a hard-on.
"Yeah...and some more"
I took another guess at what 'happened.' I liked to help her start her stories until she got into it.
"Did Bill touch your boobs?"
My fiancé is a curvy girl, not fat, but no one would call her thin. She does have huge tits though. She gets looks from guys all the time, even some girls stare, but she hates the attention. She's always talked about getting a reduction and was surprised when I said sure. She thought I'd try and talk her out of it, but to be honest I'm more of an ass man. If I can still slide my dick between them, smaller tits are fine with me. Her ex loved her cans and I know he would jump at the chance to cop another feel. I assumed that's the 'more' she was talking about.
"Yeah"
"Over your shirt or under it?"
"Both, I was wearing a spring dress, the yellow one you like; he pulled it down and took off my bra. He kissed them too."
Her voice was full of lust, but I could tell she was still a bit nervous.
"It's ok Hon, I'm not mad. Where were you guys?"
"In his van in the bar parking lot, we left after I did my fourth shot. You're not mad?"
