My wife Amy was really a sweet innocent girl when I first met her. She was 17 years old at that time and never had a boyfriend before. She had grown up in a very conservative family. She dressed always conservatively, was doing only little make-up and was trying to hide her beauty. Despite her efforts trying to remain hidden, anyone could easily spot her magnificent breasts, which are still fairly big and firm compared to her 5.3" height and around 115 pounds weight.
No actual sex was involved between us for a long time. She wanted to save her virginity until the day we marry. I could only kiss her at the sixth month of our relationship, saw her wonderful tits one year later and kiss those pink nipples at the second year. Pussy was forbidden! Yes, I loved her very much, she was the one, she was my all and I did not bother her attitude towards sex.
I am 5 years older than her so I was already graduated from college and working at a high profile company when she left her home for college 2 years after we first met. Her school was 3 hours' drive away to where I live. I could see her only at the weekends but she was being more open as time passed in college. She was not that conservative anymore, still pussy was forbidden but she started giving handjobs to me, which was a big progress at our relationship.
Everything seemed perfect until she suddenly dumped me just after we celebrated our third year together. I was shocked and devastated. She said that I was the only man in her life and she wouldn't know what she missed by marrying her first and only boyfriend. She wanted to try new things in her life. I was pissed off, yelled at her, used some bad words and that was it.
The following five months were dark days for me. I was always thinking of her, looking at her pictures, trying to find out what I did wrong... One day, as I was looking at our pictures, she called me. Although I was angry, I couldn't be mean to her. Her voice softened my heart. We chatted a little that day and the days after and eventually we became a couple again.
I did not want to lose her once more and a few weeks later I proposed to her. She was hesitant first. When I insisted, she started crying and told me that she dated 2 guys while we were apart. I said that it is not important for me; the only thing that matters was us being together again.
Soon, we got engaged.
She was at her second year at the college and we still were coming together only at weekends. Our sex life was like before. I still did not see her pussy; she wanted our wedding day to be special. On the other hand, despite telling that it has no importance, I was very curious about the other 2 boys she dated during the 5 months when we were apart. Jealousy was eating me inside. One day, when we were drunk, I asked her what she did with them. She wasn't very eager to talk about this subject but then she loosened up and started telling me about these boys.
The first one lasted only 3 weeks. The boy dumped her after discovering that Amy was not willing to have sex. Amy was very furious and soon found another boy to date with. She said it lasted 4 months until the boy cheated on her. This was the time, she says, she understood that I am a special person. She did not go in detail that day, but I was still curious about what she did with them.
A few weeks later, while we were making out, I opened that subject again. While we were kissing, I asked her in a whisper whether she kissed those boys, too. She seemed upset, since I asked this question, but I assured her that I was not accusing her of anything. After a small talk, she got relaxed and told that she kissed them both. I did not go further but I was still curious about what else she did with them.
At another time - when we were again a little drunk and making out - I brought up this subject once more. While I was sucking her neck and fondling her bare tits, I asked her whether they touched her tits. She said "only Brian", which was the second boy. I was a little upset but at the same time felt more aroused. She gave me a handjob and I exploded like a volcano. After we cleaned up and sat on a couch hugging each other, I asked more details about her dates.
"Did Brian touch your bare tits?" I asked. She nodded.
"He kissed them?"
"Yes," she said looking down to the floor. She was embarrassed. I touched her chin and kissed her on the lips.
"That's ok," I said.
Thinking of another guy sucking those pink nipples made me rock hard again. I did not see this one coming. I took her hand in my hand and placed it on my dick. She was surprised feeling that my cock's hard again. She took it out and started jerking me off, while we were still deep French kissing. Then I asked whether she gave him a handjob, too. She did not say anything.
"You did, right?" I asked. As soon as she nodded, I came in her hands, again.
"Wow!" she said. "That was quick!"
We did not talk about it that day again. The next day, I was masturbating madly thinking about her giving a handjob to another guy. We were talking on the phone at nights during weekdays and I kept asking questions about her relationship with Brian. She did not want to talk about it but I was insistent. Then she started telling me how it started with Brian.
"We were with friends at a party," she said. "He asked me to dance. Soon we were dancing. All drunk. He started fondling my back and kissed me on the lips."
"Wow," I said. "At first date?"
"I was drunk!"
"Sorry babe, go on," I said.
"By the way, it was not a date. It was a party at a bar with friends. Anyway, then his hands moved down and he started fondling my bottom."
"Oh," I said, "did anyone notice?"
"No, it was dark."
"Then?"
"I don't remember exactly, soon I was in his house, kissing him." She stopped there.
"This doesn't much like you."
"Yes, I didn't know that alcohol would have this effect on me."
"Go on, what then?" I asked.
"Then he tried to take my blouse off. I said no but as I said, I was drunk and he did."
My arousal was growing. I took my dick out and started slowly jerking off.
"And?" I asked.
"Then I told him that I was a virgin and wanted to stay so."
"Was he gentle?" I asked.
"Yes he was," she said. "We kissed, he sucked my nipples a little and then..." she stopped again.
"What then?" I asked.
"You know," she said quickly. "He took it out and I jerked him off."
"Is that it?"
"Yes!" she whispered.
"Did he come quickly?"
"I don't remember," she said.
"Then?"
"Then he thanked me and I left."
"Ok! So the other day?"
"Ron, can we talk about it later? It's been too late already and I have to get up early tomorrow!"
She sounded very concerned. Probably, she thought that she told too much and felt embarrassed again. I did not want to scare her so I said "good night". I masturbated before I went to sleep.
She didn't answer my questions about Brian then. I was trying not to be seen very difficult about it, so I stopped asking but I was obsessed with images of men kissing Amy, sucking her tits, fondling every inch of her body. I needed her to tell me more and more details about what she did with Brian. So a few months later, I deliberately made her drunk again. This time, she was very drunk. We were making out and I was talking to her, trying to get words from her mouth.
"Please baby," I said. "Tell me what you did more with Brian!"
She started laughing. "You get aroused, right?" she asked.
"Yes baby, yes," I said. "It makes me extremely horny." I was kissing and sucking her neck.
"Promise me, you don't get mad," she said.
"I promise, honey"
"I sucked him!" she said. I wasn't expecting this.
"You what?"
She laughed again with sleepy eyes she said, "You heard me."
I felt upset first. My wife to be did not do that to me during our three and a half years of relationship but sucked the cock of a jerk, which she dated only three or four months. On the other hand, my dick in my pants was about to explode with excitement.
"Are you going to come?" she said touching my dick.
"Oh, yesssss!"
