When we started dating, Pam was very open about the fact that she had done a lot of things sexually that she wished she hadn’t done. I remember her saying, “I wish I had saved myself for you!”
I knew that she had been married twice before and that she had lived with Jack for almost three years and had done all kinds of slutty things.
Pam was a little reluctant to talk about her sexual history. When I would ask a question she was usually gave vague answers. If I wanted more information I had to press her or wait for another opportunity. One Sunday afternoon early in our marriage Pam and I were sitting in our sunroom reading the Sunday paper. She mentioned that the article she was reading said that the average man would have 6 sex partners during his life and the average woman 5. She asked, “How many have you had?”
“Do you mean actual intercourse or sex play?” I asked.
“The article refers to actual intercourse, so how many woman have you made love to?”
“You know of all of them. You and M”, (my first wife who had died about 5 years before). How many have you had?” I asked.
“Why don’t you guess?” she answered playfully.
I pondered for a few seconds and said, ”Let’s see! There’s me, you were married twice before, you mentioned the ‘brute’, there was ‘magic hands’, and I would guess that there are a couple more that you haven’t told me about yet, so that would make a lucky seven of us.”
“Wrong!!”
“Fewer than seven?”
“More!”
“Relationships or total sex partners?” I asked meekly, because I was a little surprised that the number was that large.
“Actually more than ten that went on for more than a few weeks, and several more that were shorter term,” she volunteered but did not give an actual number.
I pressed for more details, but she was not forthcoming. Instead she slid over on the sofa, snuggled up to me, melted me with her blue eyes and said, “I really wish I had waited for you. I love you!!” and we kissed and adjourned to our bedroom where we would have some privacy from my 19 year old college student son who was home on break.
Over the years, I found out that she vastly understated the actual numbers when her sister Katrina let it slip during a drunken game of “Truth or Dare” that Pam had left her first hubby when she found out he was fucking a co-worker, and spent the next three or four months revenge fucking someone new out almost every night. Pam did not deny it. When we were alone that night, I asked how many guys she thought she had fucked during that time. She didn’t give a number and started to cry. Again we ended up having makeup sex.
A few days later Katrina and I were alone for a few hours, and Katrina elaborated on the story telling me that the period of time was actually 5 months and that Pam had told her she thought she had revenge fucked at least 100 guys. When I told her that I thought it strange that Pam would tell her how many guys, Katrina dropped another bomb on me. Katrina said that she knew it was five months because she was very embarrassed when, one night in March of 1975 a very distraught Pam had arrived unannounced at the door of the Kerista commune where she (Katrina) was living in Haight-Asbury. Katrina blushed and said she was embarrassed because it was right in the middle of an orgy and the place reeked of pot and sex.
Katrina said she didn’t realize who the girl at the door was until the next morning when she woke up and a naked Pam was asleep next to her and her boyfriend in bed. Katrina said she was pissed first of all that Pam had come all the way from St. Louis to San Francisco without letting her know she was coming, and second when she saw cum dripping from Pam’s pussy she thought her sister had obviously been fucking her huge black cock boyfriend.
She said she shook Pam awake and berated her. Pam explained that when she came into the commune she told some black guy that she was looking for her sister, Katrina. The guy pointed to the sofa where Katrina was being double penetrated and joked that she was busy. The guy then offered her some potent weed and after a few minutes had her naked and was fucking her. Pam said when he finished fucking her; another guy took his place and then several more. Pam couldn’t remember how she got in Katrina’s bed.
Katrina said that by the time Pam had finished telling her what she remembered about the night before, Pam was crying, telling Katrina that she did not know what to do, because her period was three weeks late. Katrina said that she naively assured Pam that she couldn’t be pregnant because she had left Joe over 5 months before. Katrina said Pam then told her what a slut she had been for those five months and that she had fucked at least 100 guys not counting the guys at commune the night before and the father of the baby in her womb could have been any of them because she left hubby in such a rush she had left her BC pills.
Has anyone else had similar difficulty finding our his wife's real number?
I knew that she had been married twice before and that she had lived with Jack for almost three years and had done all kinds of slutty things.
Pam was a little reluctant to talk about her sexual history. When I would ask a question she was usually gave vague answers. If I wanted more information I had to press her or wait for another opportunity. One Sunday afternoon early in our marriage Pam and I were sitting in our sunroom reading the Sunday paper. She mentioned that the article she was reading said that the average man would have 6 sex partners during his life and the average woman 5. She asked, “How many have you had?”
“Do you mean actual intercourse or sex play?” I asked.
“The article refers to actual intercourse, so how many woman have you made love to?”
“You know of all of them. You and M”, (my first wife who had died about 5 years before). How many have you had?” I asked.
“Why don’t you guess?” she answered playfully.
I pondered for a few seconds and said, ”Let’s see! There’s me, you were married twice before, you mentioned the ‘brute’, there was ‘magic hands’, and I would guess that there are a couple more that you haven’t told me about yet, so that would make a lucky seven of us.”
“Wrong!!”
“Fewer than seven?”
“More!”
“Relationships or total sex partners?” I asked meekly, because I was a little surprised that the number was that large.
“Actually more than ten that went on for more than a few weeks, and several more that were shorter term,” she volunteered but did not give an actual number.
I pressed for more details, but she was not forthcoming. Instead she slid over on the sofa, snuggled up to me, melted me with her blue eyes and said, “I really wish I had waited for you. I love you!!” and we kissed and adjourned to our bedroom where we would have some privacy from my 19 year old college student son who was home on break.
Over the years, I found out that she vastly understated the actual numbers when her sister Katrina let it slip during a drunken game of “Truth or Dare” that Pam had left her first hubby when she found out he was fucking a co-worker, and spent the next three or four months revenge fucking someone new out almost every night. Pam did not deny it. When we were alone that night, I asked how many guys she thought she had fucked during that time. She didn’t give a number and started to cry. Again we ended up having makeup sex.
A few days later Katrina and I were alone for a few hours, and Katrina elaborated on the story telling me that the period of time was actually 5 months and that Pam had told her she thought she had revenge fucked at least 100 guys. When I told her that I thought it strange that Pam would tell her how many guys, Katrina dropped another bomb on me. Katrina said that she knew it was five months because she was very embarrassed when, one night in March of 1975 a very distraught Pam had arrived unannounced at the door of the Kerista commune where she (Katrina) was living in Haight-Asbury. Katrina blushed and said she was embarrassed because it was right in the middle of an orgy and the place reeked of pot and sex.
Katrina said she didn’t realize who the girl at the door was until the next morning when she woke up and a naked Pam was asleep next to her and her boyfriend in bed. Katrina said she was pissed first of all that Pam had come all the way from St. Louis to San Francisco without letting her know she was coming, and second when she saw cum dripping from Pam’s pussy she thought her sister had obviously been fucking her huge black cock boyfriend.
She said she shook Pam awake and berated her. Pam explained that when she came into the commune she told some black guy that she was looking for her sister, Katrina. The guy pointed to the sofa where Katrina was being double penetrated and joked that she was busy. The guy then offered her some potent weed and after a few minutes had her naked and was fucking her. Pam said when he finished fucking her; another guy took his place and then several more. Pam couldn’t remember how she got in Katrina’s bed.
Katrina said that by the time Pam had finished telling her what she remembered about the night before, Pam was crying, telling Katrina that she did not know what to do, because her period was three weeks late. Katrina said that she naively assured Pam that she couldn’t be pregnant because she had left Joe over 5 months before. Katrina said Pam then told her what a slut she had been for those five months and that she had fucked at least 100 guys not counting the guys at commune the night before and the father of the baby in her womb could have been any of them because she left hubby in such a rush she had left her BC pills.
Has anyone else had similar difficulty finding our his wife's real number?
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