Her Sexual Escapades

For quite some time I’ve been wanting to put all of my wife’s sexual escapades in writing. Through being there or listening to them first hand right after they occurred, I have mentally kept track of virtually every detail. I have already created a list of the numbers of men she’s been with since we’ve been married as well as a close approximation of times she has had sex with them, but I haven’t yet put pen to paper as to all those wild sexual adventures of hers.

I’m thinking as I type this that I really don’t know if I’ll ever share this with anyone else, but it will at least allow me the opportunity to get the details noted so I can relive them time and time again in a more tangible way. And believe me, I truly love thinking about all her sexual adventures that she’s been a part of. They are incredible turn-ons to me. It rocks my world her having fucked so many other men so many times after we married. There is simply nothing more erotic to me.

With all that I’ve expressed so far, I’m sure it’s an understood that each and everything I’ll be talking about is 100% true and real. This is absolutely not a story writing session by a fantasizing husband who enjoys thinking about his wife being fucked by other men. While I understand those husbands that do write those kinds of stories (hell, it’s what dreams are made of for many husbands); this is more of a documentary of my wife’s sexual adventures over approximately a 7 to 8 year period.

I’m going to keep a few very specific details (like dates and locations) a little vague just in case I decide to copy/paste this to some sites on the Internet later. I wouldn’t want her or my identity to be compromised. That would totally suck.

Her first encounter will be more detailed so that I can stay mindful of how it all started and how it set things in motions for several more years to come.

So, with all this said – let’s get started. 🙂

My wife is an absolutely beautiful woman. She still is even after a few decades of marriage, but in her prime; she was absolutely delicious in every conceivable way. Be it in beauty, personality, intelligence and oh so much more. She is simply the epitome of erotic. She is very dark haired with beautiful hazel to green colored eyes. She stands 5’3”, has rather small tits (which I adore) and is very fit all the way around. She’s never carried any extra weight and has a model like figure.

We married when she was just barely 18. I am about 1 ½ years older. We met and dated each other for several months before both of us felt we really needed to leave our respective nests so we could be with each other. Looking back, damn we were both so naïve in so many ways. She had only been with 1 other guy before me. He was a boyfriend from a another state before she moved with her parents to this location. I had been with several girls before my wife, but it was still less than as many fingers as I have on both hands.

So, we get married and I’m the one bringing home the bacon. I’m bringing home pretty decent bacon so there’s no real sense of urgency for her to go to work. We find an apartment and she settles in to being a stay at home wife. She still has siblings and friends around so, she’s got a lot of things going on to occupy her days.

Well, somewhere, somehow, someway, about 1 ½ to 2 years after we’ve been married – I’m not even sure I really remember how, but I found myself in possession of a girly magazine. I naturally liked looking at the photos and reading the different erotic stories in them. I remember they had ads in the back for making connections with others that had similar interests (swingers and such). I guess all of this got me into initiating some pillow talk with my wife about her past sexual encounters with her previous boyfriend. She saw how much it aroused me and her being somewhat a little naturally submissive was more than glad to answer specific questions about her past sex life. We had fantastic sex talking about it and it eventually evolved into us kind of fantasizing what it would be like for her to fuck someone else. It was purely fantasy talk and just something we occasionally did to spice things up sexually. Especially if we had been smoking pot or drinking some. It really got to be quite erotic and she started enjoying it every bit as much as I was.

Well, I’ll admit that somewhere along the line, I started to become a bit more obsessed about it and eventually included the name of a friend of mine into our fantasy sexual talk. Thinking back, I know it shocked her at first, but she started going along with the talk because she knew how much it aroused me as well as she wanted to make me happy. After all, it was only fantasy talk – right?

As one might can imagine – the “what ifs” starting coming up. Things like “what if” this or that, would she really consider going further during the right situation? I kept planting the seed here and there during our fantasy pillow talks. We came to know and understand more about how each other felt about real possibilities of her fucking other guys.

This friend’s name of mine that I had mentioned – well, we were constantly doing things with him and his wife on the weekends. Be it going bowling, playing cards/games at each other’s place, going to shoot pool or darts and that kind of stuff. We were seeing quite a bit of each other. One thing to note here is that his wife and my wife were really only cordial to each other, they just really never connected or got along that well. My friend and his wife were struggling a lot in their relationship. I knew he wasn’t particularly happy, but he didn’t know how to deal with it just yet. My friend’s wife was quite controlling and always so very negative, but despite all of that – we continued to get together and it always seemed to get fun after some pot smoking or drinking.

One night we’re playing cards at their place and we are almost out of beer and wine. Somebody was going to have to make a store run, but it wasn’t going to be my friend or me doing the driving due to our alcohol consumption. My friend had already been picked up on a DUI once and we were very paranoid about drinking and driving. I remember quickly offering up my wife to drive (she was limiting her consumption) and saying I would buy, but I didn’t think it wise for her to go alone so late at night. I remember throwing some money to my friend and said “Hey, you go with her”.

It was all so innocent and nothing really seemed unusual or different. Though, in my mind, I got butterflies thinking about her being alone with him. I was able to get a quick minute alone with her before they left and I definitely put it out there that I was super ok if anything happened between the 2 of them.

Off they go and my friend’s wife and I start having a rather deep conversation. I quickly start understanding more about her obsessive, controlling and bitchy ways. She’s got a buzz going on and saw me as an ear to listen to her complaining. Me – I’m half listening to her and half beside myself wondering about my wife and my friend together. Could it happen? Would it happen? My mind was going crazy thinking of possibilities. I remember the deep sensations in my stomach, the adrenalin rushes and all the very intense emotions.

I truly lost sense of time. My wife and friend eventually returned with the beer and wine, but I had no idea of how much time had elapsed. Everything had been so surreal while they had been gone together. Once they returned, my wife went immediately to the bathroom, but that’s not so unusual in that she sometimes has a micro-bladder and will need to pee often.

I look for any sign from either of them that something might of happened and I’m just not picking up on anything – nothing at all. We start playing cards again and after a while, it’s eventually time to go home. I’m so anxious to talk to her on our drive home. I’m thinking by now that nothing has happened, but I’m overwhelmed with wanting to at least hear about her alone time with him.

We’re barely out of the driveway and her nervousness starts to show. I started to pick up on a lot of reservation and hesitance in just what she wanted to share and even how to share it. I thought it best for us to get home before we got too intense about it all. It was late and she was driving and I certainly wanted her attention to be on the road.

Once we got home, it was really obvious that she didn’t know how or what to say just yet. There was just so much nervousness about her. I suggested we go to bed right away and that I would like to ask questions about her time together with him as opposed to her having to try and talk about it.