My wife started at the age of fourteen, and we got married when she was twenty-four. Ten days before we got married, I asked her how many men she'd had sex with. She said, "What do you mean?" I said, "Well, how many men do you have sex with in any shape or form whatsoever?"
To my surprise, she then recounted in extreme detail every single person that she'd had sex with and what they did, where, how, and the circumstances. It turned out I was number thirty-one. When I expressed surprise and a little degree of shock, she said, "So what? It's just an average of three men per year."
We have now been married for 52 years. During this time, she's had sexual encounters with approximately 17 men in one shape or form or another, probably slightly more, to be honest. Which works out as an average of one man every three years!
She once confided in me that she'd had sex with three different men over the course of one week while at university, and afterwards she just didn't feel this was quite right. However, I came to believe that this is a bit of fake modesty really, because she, after we were married, also had sex with three different men in addition to me over the course of ten days. She had no qualms about this whatsoever!
I think there were two key turning points in our relationship. The first occurred when I asked her to stop being like her mother, not to worry about doing the ironing, but instead can you just dress sexy and flirt with other men? The second turning point was when I told her one day that her having sex with other men actually made me love her more, not less. This really turned her perception of being a hot wife inside out, upside down, whatever. She was very keen indeed to engage with other men after that.
One of the hornier encounters was when her ex-boyfriend from the time before me came back from Indonesia, phoned her up and asked her to spend a long weekend at his place in Guilford. He was obviously feeling very horny, having had very little female contact and spending most of his time with porn magazines and beer. She was polite enough to ask me if it was okay, and I said, "Go for it, my dear. Stop being a wife and a mother and just enjoy yourself." I go over to the team station with the suitcases, and she was clearly very excited about having some time off .. and spending some "Quality Time Alone" with her former boyfriend!
And he knew it was ok with me without even asking me, as we'd been around his place a few years before this and my eife fell asleep on my lap. She was asleep. I eased her smock up higher and higher so that in the end it was clear to Steve that she had no panties on. When she woke up, she was a bit surprised to find that she was so exposed, but then she shrugged and took off her smock altogether and walked around his flat for the rest of the evening wearing just ballet pumps and her black bra. She wasn't just uninhibited; she was broadcasting the fact that she was "available" if Steve ever fancied shagging her again!
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A bunch of horny men and whoever drains the most cocks wins..
