My Desire for Her: Taking a Big One
This story has some strong language (L)
“I think I may be a little sore tomorrow.”
Being average-sized, I haven’t heard my wife Beth say this too often—maybe a few times over the years. And it’s always been from making love for too long after some uncharacteristic dryness has set in.
But today is different, and I hear and sense so many different hot undertones that it takes me a while to process them. Now, I feel called to share what may be the most difficult aspect of my wife’s sexual past for me. In an earlier story, I confided that her prior fiancé Alex had a much thicker cock than me, but I confined myself to considering only oral sex. Today, I’m ready to think about my lovely wife taking his larger cock in her pussy. (A contributor of an MH’s discussion post once referred to this topic as the proverbial “elephant in the room.”)
Here’s how it happened. I was eating Beth out—my favorite sexual act—when she asked if we could change things. Maybe she wanted to be more active because she suggested we use our hands on each other. As usual, she lay down on the bed with me kneeling at her right side. Her right hand knowingly found my dick and balls, rubbing and gently pumping me. It felt great, but for me, this was really about her.
I used both hands. My left hand focused on her hard, wet clit, my index finger gently rubbing along its length. Then I used two fingers to surround her clit, kneading along the sides it and rubbing it inside her slippery clitoral hood. I tried to build the intensity by shortening the pauses and increasing firmness, then allowing her tension to fall back, only to resume it all a step higher next time. I knew her body well.
My right hand focused on Beth’s labia and inside her pussy. Using a rhythm that complemented that of my other hand I wetly ran my middle finger along her pink opening, then, very gradually, gently, inserting it, just a little bit. Back out, then deeper next time, and soon I was fingerfucking her.
I did this for a long time, building up Beth’s release. I told her how hot she looks with her hand on my dick, her nipples hard, and my finger disappearing up inside her hairy pussy. Every once in a while, I leaned down and we kissed, our tongues touching in a more pointed manner than usual, wantonly trying to turn the other on, to push the boundaries.
When I sensed she was close, I did something very rare for us: I joined my ring finger to my middle finger, briefly rubbing along the outside of her opening before suddenly plunging both fingers in. I have large fingers, large knuckles, so she felt it right away. I heard a quick intake of breath. The room seemed to become serious.
I suspected she knew my thoughts and history on this. One time, long ago, she shyly asked me to use two fingers, and I did, thinking it was very exciting. But it soon made me feel a little inadequate. That may have been the first time I realized how pleasurable her boyfriend Alex’s thicker size probably was to her. Her request really brought that home. I’ve used two fingers only one or two other times since then, and only briefly, reasoning that my own dick would be bound to feel larger in comparison to only one finger. Beth certainly knew of my jealousies, which is probably why she never asked for two fingers again.
But tonight I wanted to go for it. Initially, this was just for her, but I soon grew to be turned on by it as well. My change of heart on this—wanting it for both of us—was another step in my healing of coming to accept and even celebrate my wife’s sexual past with her fiance. Readers of my other stories will know that, at times, I used to negatively obsess about her past (but I never blamed or shamed her.) I was fighting it, and this gave it more power. With God’s grace, I’ve learned that to accept it, I must celebrate it (the more graphically, the better) when it does rarely come up. Only then will it recede. Whole years can go by now before I think of it; before my epiphany, I counted myself lucky with a month. And, just as importantly, now when I do rarely think of it or it comes up somehow, it’s hot, sexy, and beguiling instead of nightmarish. The solution probably seems crude and disrespectful to some, and it certainly is paradoxical, but it works, allowing me full loving participation in our holy marriage. We both believe it is a gift from God.
We said nothing about my jealousy or insecurity about Alex’s size tonight. But since it had been so long since I’d stretched her this way, I wondered what she was thinking. She knows that I certainly remember he was much thicker than me. And I know that she knows. And—the one that is especially hot—she knows that I know that she knows.
Beth let out a moan as I pushed both fingers deep inside her wet pussy. In and out, stretching her, I gave her a true fucking. Her clit had gotten larger under the fingers of my other hand. I had timed this well; using both fingers helped put her over the top. She started to cum; a big release washed over her in multiple waves. I continued, and it seemed to come close to a true pounding, me fingerfucking her. As I felt her pussy contract around my fingers, I let up from her clit, but continued wetly moving both fingers in and out, slowing down but still going hard and firm and deep, perhaps pushing it a little. As the last of her physical tension released, she moaned softly. Beth’s eyes were closed, and her hairy pussy was wet and gaping when I pulled away. It was quiet. Then she said it.
“I think I may be a little sore tomorrow.”
Back in the present, my mind races, trying to process all the undertones in her voice. I wonder how often she said that to Alex.
She’s still absent-mindedly touching me. I know that, eventually, she’ll make me cum, but this period of her recovery will last a while. I use it to reflect on her words. If confronting that her pussy once took Alex’s thicker cock is today’s lesson, I want to thoroughly hammer it home, do it right, so we can both benefit from my acceptance of reality.
She sounds conspiratorial, like her being sore tomorrow is a secret for only the two of us. But it was just from my fingers. I get jealous imagining the two big secrets she shared with Alex: sex itself, which was new to them both, and his thick cock. What a big secret his large size must have seemed from her parents, her friends, the professor in her evening class after making love at dinner time. (But maybe she confided in a friend! Maybe someone in our own wedding party, someone we still see, knew she’d had a big cock before me.)
Her tone has a hint of pride to it as well, pride at her big orgasm, but especially pride in how it happened. Was she proud, then, of having a well-endowed boyfriend, and, to put it crudely, of being able to take it? I want to know (but I’m also afraid to find out) if she ever spoke admiringly to Alex about his large size. (Ouch! That one is tough for me.) Did she like having the reminder of their love in how she walked the next day, in having to use her mouth to get him off the next time in order to rest her sore vagina? I often wonder what thoughts float through her mind, even in the present, when she hears the phrase ‘size matters’ or ‘big dick energy,’ or other references in modern culture.
“I think I may be a little sore tomorrow.”
Beth certainly sounded satisfied when she said it. I feel badly for depriving her of this feeling of being pleasantly stretched. I vow to do this again every once in a while. It’s intimidating, but I reflect on her orgasms with Alex. Maybe my future wife easily reached orgasm just from intercourse alone with him because his cock was so thick it rubbed perfectly against her clit. (With me, Beth falls under the same category as most women, as research shows it. If an orgasm occurs during intercourse, it’s usually because there is also manual stimulation of her clit, from either her or me.) I have to admit, even now, this can make me feel sad and intimidated.
But it doesn’t last long. It’s hot, and I vow to give her all the orgasms I can, however I can. I repeat my silent promise to fingerfuck her with two fingers more regularly, to allow her the sensation of orgasm while her pussy is stretched full. As a sexual being, my wife deserves this, and I’m truly thankful for God’s gift of allowing me to see this.
(By the way, she’s always said she’s not interested in any sex toys, preferring just the eroticism of our warm, naked skin and mouths. I’m with her on that, but I’ll ask her again the next time I stretch her out. Although it would definitely be a new challenge for me to witness her writhing on a thick phallus as she or I push it into her, I owe it to her, and maybe to me, to ask.)
I feel my own orgasm building, watching Beth’s hand on my dick. She asks me how I want to cum, offering her mouth. (I love her for that.) But I’m not ready yet; there’s more of Beth’s sexuality to think on.
“I think I may be a little sore tomorrow.”
These are the words of a woman who knows she’s been fucked good and hard. I remember once when we were first married, Beth overshared, telling me that making love to Alex when she wasn’t fully prepared could be a “painful pleasure, then mostly pleasure.” Over the years, I couldn’t help but think about what this meant: First the incredible, impossible feeling of almost being split in two, her face worried, wondering if she’s reached her limit. Thinking it can’t possibly be right, she wondered if she should stop him, why it wasn’t getting easier, why it always felt like the night they lost their virginities to each other. And then, oh thank goodness, it eased. She started to understand a deep truth from her body—that it was worth it. The discomfort was a passage she needed to get through, a wet, tight, secret, sexual passage. And it was worth it because now every inch of her pussy felt given up to him and stretched and taken and filled up by him.
I recall her body moving back on the bed when I fingerfuck her. With one finger, it happens when my palm reaches her pelvis, and it’s my hand pushing against her which is mostly the cause of her slender body moving, her tits jiggling. But with two fingers, it comes sooner, more from her pussy. I get purchase (as a carpenter would put it) right away from the shallow, outer part of her wet, pink opening.
I compare it to making love to Beth in missionary position, her body moving up and her head closing in on the headboard when my pelvis meets hers, our pubic hair mashing together. Did Alex see her tits jiggle and her hand reach up to brace herself sooner, his thick cock barely having entered her wet tunnel? I imagine so.
In missionary position, she likes it when I occasionally go hard. I wonder if it felt like Alex was going hard all the time. Did he hear Beth moan louder than I ever will? And what about when he came? Did my future wife feel it, thankful for the needed extra lubrication his semen provided?
Unable to wait much longer, I take Beth’s hips and move her into doggy style, saying I want to cum inside her that way. I know when she and I first did doggy style, it was new only to me. Thoughts of how Alex’s view then may have compared to mine flit through my consciousness, but I’ve had enough.
Catharsis achieved, I feel powerfully called to the present. Although her past sexuality may very occasionally be a turn-on for us going forward, it will never again be in such abundance as in this exercise. These thoughts are in our service, not the other way around.
She goes to the edge of the bed while I move to stand behind her on the floor. First I enjoy the view, her shapely hips, full ass, and brunette pubic hair peeking out. Then I move to her and thrust into her still-wet pussy. I reach my hand around to her clit, but she says no, she’s happy; she tells me to just use her body. She moans a little as we fuck, dropping her head onto her pillow and raising her ass.
Beth’s pussy feels perfect. It will be wonderful, so elemental, primal, to cum inside her this way. I thrust harder, and her body reacts as if I, too, have a very thick cock.
The truth comes to me, and I’ve somehow always known it, even in my darkest days: My cock is perfect for her; average is thick enough. She gets big orgasms with me in a wide variety of ways.
I feel my own orgasm build; my perfect-sized cock feels larger and larger, sperm ready to burst. Beth’s pussy is yielding, firm, and juicy. I knead my wife’s ass cheeks with my hands, mash her soft ass into me, and cum hard into her wet, hairy, still-tight pussy, my semen spurting deep inside her.
LAOH, don't fixate on the cock thickness issue. Believe me, I get a very steady dose of length and thickness from my husband, and I can tell you that while it's nice, size really takes a backseat to technique. And from your story you are a very attentive lover, so you get high marks from me. And I'll give you another thought – some of my biggest orgasms can cum from my light touch to the right spot on my pussy, clit and nipples. I can use just one or two fingers with little or no penetration… so focus on your technique!
Loveallofher, Believe me, size isn't everything and sometimes a large cock can cause issues, such as vaginal stretching and inability to completely service during oral sex. While my wife's skill set is unbelievable, I would guess many women have trouble accommodating a very large cock.
Keep working with what you have, I'm sure she loves your tool.
Nice Story. I thought size didn’t matter?!
Thanks for your comments! But I do wish to emphasize that this story follows the evolution of my psyche, up to and especially including how it ended. ("The truth comes to me, and I've somehow always known it…") I have a healthy outlook and am not in need of any reassurance. Please understand, though, that I do appreciate it.
I probably wasn't clear enough on this, but I find my wife's history with this very beguiling. This is part of what makes her a mystery, not completely knowable.
I am very interested in hearing others' experience with this situation, but I wanted to set the record straight, to steer the conversation away from me and my feelings. I'm good, and there are more interesting things to consider!
As I replied to your last post, My Desire for Her, On Her Knees. I can relate to you because my wife had a previous lover who was well endowed. My experience once I got over my own insecurity became curiosity. I know others have posted about size and use what you have in response to your story. It is not about insecurity anymore and becomes beguiling in ways some may not understand. You know your wife was filled, stretched and taken by a big one, not that he pleasured her or satisfied her more than you but just in a different way from her experience with him. You wonder about the differences and her experience taking the big one, how that might have been for her. You might get to the place where she will share with you intimately about her experience which can be a turn on and be intimate for the two of you or just keep her experience as a mystery which can be great as well. I know not easy to understand but I think you might from your story. I relate and liked your story, shows your security.
Hello, it's nice to hear from you again! I agree our mindset may be hard for some to understand. But I so appreciate the comraderie, probably because the topic seems best kept underwraps to some.
But 'beguiling' is the perfect word for it. It's alluring because of what is known and, ultimately, unknown. I envy you if you're at the point where your wife (occasionally, probably rarely, I assume) will share something about her past, creating an intimacy that paradoxically only involves the two of you. But I completely understand how that can be. I yearn for it, for Beth and myself, very strongly. But I blew it by having too much jealousy early on. She's extremely leery of sharing, and I can't and don't blame her. But I wish it were different.
(I'm still astounded she shared what she did in my story On Her Knees. That was a unique event so far. I hope, perhaps, to write another story if she ever repeats that act of sharing something of her sexual past. She may, because of my positive and healthy reaction to it, but then again she may not.)
So, like you indicated as a possibility, I imagine this will all remain an unknowable mystery for me. I'm of at least two minds about that. I suppose it may be good that it remains unreachable, because perhaps that will help me continue to have a healthy outlook, to not obsess, and help make sure her past occupies only a very small part of my psyche, as it should. On the other hand, perhaps I obsessed about it in the past because I did have so many questions.
I, too, have much security about my relationship and our sexuality, even though it looks like some readers may have a hard time seeing this. I agree it makes all the difference; it's what allows for the beguiling feeling. I find it all so hot, that it appears in my thoughts sometimes when I masturbate. If I were insecure, that wouldn't happen.
In any event, thanks again for reaching out, for understanding, and for liking what I've written. I'd be curious to learn more about your experiences, if you're ever inclined to write something.
LAOH, Thank you for this wonderful post. Sex is physical, of course, but there's also a LOT of it that has to do with our mind and our emotions. Kudos for your proactive approach in working through the past and coming to terms with it.
They say the brain is our biggest sex organ, and it appears from your ovservation that you may agree. (Perhaps I missed the mark entirely! I ought to have written about how my
brain is bigger Alex's…)
More importantly, thank you for your kind assessment of my situation and history.
I assume every woman would feel like the first cock in her would be the largest because its the one that is stretching her out to begin with. I agree also with the technique comments and that too much of this story was the past while you were trying to please her (and yourself). Obviously those thoughts enter your mind from time to time. Pound them out and tell yourself you're more pleasing than any other man could be because you've taken the time to know her.
Thank you for writing! I'm not sure about the 'first seems largest' idea, but perhaps you're onto something. (In my case, Beth point blank told me the truth, and she would have been capable of showing me a comparison, using the knowledge earned through her hand and mouth. I didn't ask, although a part of me wishes I did.)
I appreciate your thoughts on technique, and to power through the bad feelings. Good advice.
I'm sorry you found the story too focused on the past. That is what I wished to explore, though, so I have no regrets in what I submitted. Such stories aren't to everyone's liking, I know.
You're right, I did have an awful lot of thoughts on her past there! As I wrote toward the beginning:
If confronting that her pussy once took Alex’s thicker cock is today’s lesson, I want to thoroughly hammer it home, do it right, so we can both benefit from my acceptance of reality.
I do agree that too much focus on that would be detrimental to both me and my wife. I addressed that toward the end of the essay.
Anyway, I appreciate your good wishes. Take care!
Hi again Realman,
I just reread my reply to you and realized it sounds pretty defensive. Sorry about that. I didn't mean to be argumentative. Long day…
I am interested to know how you get into discussions about the size of her former partner. My wife [won't?] tell me anything about her past. I think I am on the smallish size, so we bought a 10" dildo which also has a thick girth. It is slightly too big for my wife, but she enjoys it once super wet and with plenty of lube.
Thanks for the question. In my case, it was a series of revelations over a few weeks that led to this knowledge. The first time my wife went down on me, she swallowed. I'm not sure how we got to talking about it the next day, but she said she 'likes that'. Obviously we just had the one time, so she was talking generally. This remained in my thoughts, inducing jealousy, amazement, and surprise (she doesn't seem the type!), yet always getting me hard.
So a few days later, obsessing too much over it, we're kissing and doing a little dirty talking. I don't remember how I asked exactly, but somehow I ask about how frequently she went down on Alex. I was hoping it was minimal, and I'm certain my wording and tone reflected that hope. She must have known my qualms, but she's honest to a fault, and I suppose she thought her answer may make me feel better. She said she sometimes went down on Alex when she didn't feel like making love. (Perhaps she thought it would make me feel better because it implies other reasons for sucking him off besides her passion and desire for it.) But the problem is I knew by then that making love is her favorite. That's how she prefers we both cum. It's her go-to sexual act usually.
So what does that mean? Why would she not feel like making love? I start to think maybe he was big.
Anyway, back to your question, I start suspecting he was big, from those clues and also from her repeatedly saying 'we fit like a glove' when we make love (meaning, just right!).
So again, days later kissing and dirty talking, I come out and ask her how I compare. (I know, I know, my dumb fault). She hesitated, but her honesty compelled her. She quietly said we had the same length but that he was much thicker.
I can still hear her voice in my head. Yikes.
I too had my husband buy me a 10” sex toy thinking I would enjoy bigger. I won’t say when fully wet and ready it wasn’t enjoyable. But with 3” to hold on to it, about 7” penetrated me which isn’t huge. It was not my go to toy and smaller got the job done.
Men do seem overly concerned, or proud of cock size. I must admit I have seen different sizes more than I have experienced sexually. I like looking at bigger cocks but I would not want to give them oral and PIV doesn’t seem to matter in the normal range. Women have breast size issues. Average size seems most attractive and I can’t imagine big could be more enjoyable. Or maybe I hope mine are big enough to be fun.
Thanks for writing. I'm certain you're right, this is mostly an issue in men's heads! I know my story was a concentrated dose of this. (Too concentrated to many I'm sure.)
But that's how I wanted to proceed in my submissions here, to get it all out, mostly one big topic explored per story. (And, when finished, to retire from writing here.)
About breasts: I agree big doesn't seem more enjoyable than average, but I'd go further than that and say average doesn't seem more enjoyable than small.
I think it's akin to your first point, about cock size, women amazed that men don't seem to understand. Here though, it's men amazed that women don't seem to understand. It's all about the nipples. That's where it's at, plain and simple; the rest is packaging.
I've been thinking of writing a story about Beth's breasts (keeping with my one topic m.o.), with her blessing as usual, of course. They're averaged sized, which I love, of course, because I love her, but I'd try to bring out the point that I'd be just as into them if the were very small or large. It's all about the nipples.
I'm not sure I can pull off the story, but it's fun to think about.
Loveallofher I suppose there are exceptions in both cases. Often fitting into clothes is an issue for very small or very big breasts. Some guys like to put their penis between breasts and that requires size. The silly motorboating thing that I don’t understand at all. I do not enjoy breast play that only includes my nipples. Especially in foreplay.
The man I am dating is thicker and somewhat longer than either of my husbands. I do appreciate how it looks and feels in my hand. But I would never look for a larger cock as a way of deciding between two men. And the thought of the huge cocks some claim they have scares me more than attracts me. But I have spoken with women that say a huge cock can give special pleasure. To each their own.
Please do write about your wife’s breasts, I bet they are lovely. I admit I like looking at breasts. Not ashamed to say I find them sexy in almost any size. I think I gained an appreciation of boobs through my husband’s obsession with showing mine off.
I think if you folks “fit well together” then all is well! Okay…maybe she likes an occasional increase in girth. Truth is that she loves you and vice versa.
I am above average and I know that sometimes my wife would like a pounding with a more average size cock. Once in a while her body settles in such that she wants me to fuck her rapidly and go balls deep. But that is not each time and not the norm. Although, we go with the flow and enjoy what we have to work with. I have often wondered if she would be more interested in anal if I was much smaller. The reason we don’t do anal is due to size. We have done it a couple times so she and I both know exactly why she says no to anal now. Does size matter? Apparently. Do more average sized guys’ wives says yes to anal? 🤷🏻♂️
If she would like an occasional girth increase then there are sleeves one can wear. Even me being well over average, my wife sometimes likes a nice finger-fucking with more fingers than my cock girth. But then sometimes she just likes a slow fuck with about half of my cock. We just appreciate and enjoy God’s gifts for what they are and what we have.
Thanks for writing! Yes, that is pretty much how it's settled in my mind: all is well, and it's also fine if she would like more girth occasionally. It's exciting to penetrate her with my fingers, too.
We have no interest in more than an occasional light touch on her bottom, but I see your point about that, too.
Comments are winding down (sad for me), but I want to add a general one which, to my surprise, no one has made yet: Isn't that a great photo? I'm proud of finding that one!
I can’t begin to tell you how much I have had the same exact thoughts as you. In my past, I have been obsessed with my wife’s past, especially the size of their cock. I still think of it often during sex and it makes me climax so fast.
From my experience, guys want to know but yet don’t. But it really gets them off hearing about it. Nothing got my second husband harder and pumping me deeper and faster than my previous experiences. And they were not very good. My current BF also is curious about what I have experienced and what size, length and girth of all previous experiences. Which is contrary to me; I have no interest in knowing their past unless it was something I needed to do or not do to please them. But I never asked if they had big boobs or if they shaved their pussy. But they told me anyway.
I guess it goes along with all the porn about wives having sex with others while the husband watches, which apparently is wildly popular. I’m hoping it’s one of those fantasies that stays a fantasy, which is okay; I have fantasies I have no desire to actually do. And no, I don’t believe a fantasy can ever be a sin.
Hello there, Salclp, and thanks for the comment. I've found it so helpful to own my feelings, and sharing this anonymously and learning from others, such as you, that, my feelings are understandable is a big part of this. So I appreciate hearing from you quite a bit!
I have a question for you: are you OK with thinking of it 'often'? No judgment whatsoever, but in my past I thought of my wife's past way too often. (The whole story appears in all my posts here.) This sharing is a way to celebrate it, indulge myself even, so that now I only think of it infrequently. As I put it in a past story, these thoughts are in my service, not the other way around. So I'm wondering where you fall on that issue. Thank you!
We have all heard of this person called Alex in your stories. I'm so sorry that he has left such an impression on you. You now have the woman that he used to have and should be happy in that regard alone. I hope that you can push this Alex character out of your memory and learn to enjoy what you have in front of you without ever being jealous of him ever again. I've heard that jealousy is a horrible disease. The pleasure you give & receive from one another now is what's important. We all have a history of some sort. We should have no need to dig up the past out of respect for one another. Our life is ahead of us. The past is just that. Make the future about pleasuring one another and throw away the past, especially this Alex character. Make love and make memories.
Hi YumYum,
Thank you for your good wishes and advice.
Jealousy is indeed difficult. But retroactive jealousy, as this is referred to, is usually more difficult, since it is a (recently) recognized form of OCD. In this form of OCD, the compulsion is to play movies of the spouse's sexual past in one's mind, to ask questions about it, to go over what one knows and doesn't know. One wakes up, and the obsessions and compulsions form one's first thoughts of the day, and they don't let up.
Advising someone with this to just accept it, or to leave the past in the past, or that lots of people have a past, or that his spouse is now his, while well-meaning, is about as helpful as advising someone with the usual form of OCD to simply just stop washing his hands, since his hands are obviously clean, or to stop checking that the stove is off, since he just checked it a minute ago. It's not that simple.
Trust me, we wish it were.
The idea is that in OCD, a sufferer's mind is convinced that there's a threat: germs, in the case of the hand-washer; a fire, in the case of the oven-checker. The obsessive thoughts are treated like a threat; a sufferer's heart races, his stomach drops, and adreneline is released. To gain relief from the threat, the mind orders up the compulsions (to wash, to check the oven). But the relief is only temporary, and in fact the compulsions serve to strengthen the obsession, to give it power. So the OC cycle starts again.
One of the most effective treatments of OCD is called Exposure Response Therapy (ERT). The idea is to force yourself to think of your obsession, over and over again, noting your body's reaction, and also noting that your body is not, in fact, under any threat. Gradually, your mind realizes the threat isn't real, so the body's reaction and the compulsions should stop. It's effective, but one may require occasional tuneups.
In my case, the ERT was extremely helpful, but it took God's help to get where I wanted to be, as my stories outline. And of course, it ought to be no surprise that writing and posting these stories is my attempt at a tune-up on the ERT, an insurance policy that I'm not sweeping all this under the rug, which is a recipe for failing to get OCD under control. In case I've been remiss, which now seems likely, I thank everyone for indulging me by reading the stories. Additionally, Beth and I decided to offer the stories as a help to other sufferers. (It's been gratifying to hear from a few.)
There's one more story of ours in the pipeline (written by Beth). Feel free to skip it, as I often skip stories of no interest to me.
All the best, to anyone suffering from such jealousy, and to others who wish healing for them! I hope this will help you in determining how to approach such sufferers.
Wishing both of you in your struggles to overcome jealousy compounded by ocd. I have heard of reliving the event until it no longer causes jealousy or even gives you pleasure. Reliving it before the two of you have sex may reinforce that regardless of her past she is your lover now. You are her choice. Many men love hearing about their wives past sexual experiences, mine did. But there was no jealousy so it was easier to deal with because I had to deal with telling him over and over. My best to both of you. I’m sure you can overcome because you love each other.
Hey Yummy…
I miss you sweetie! Hope you and hubby are staying hot and horny.
Thank you, SecongMarge. (Both of us here.) We appreciate your good wishes, and we're sorry we somehow missed seeing this earlier. We've also enjoyed the exchanges we've had with you, on a variety of topics!
I am just now seeing your question to me about how often I think about her past. I am happy to say I don’t spend too much time thinking about it these days. I have definitely been obsessed in the past, however. Now, I tend to use it when I am having a hard time climaxing. I imagine her with some a huge cock fucking her. I wonder if she ever told a guy to take it slow and give her time to adjust to his size. I am curious about the noises she made, facial expressions and comments she made to them. She made it a point to tell me early on that she always dated really big guys. She likes men in the 6’05” and above size. So, naturally I imagine they were all very well endowed. I’m sure they weren’t all huge, but probably most were on the larger size.