Wife's Reluctant Memory and Honest Pussy

This true story of reluctant memory involves my wife, “Sally.” Wondering if others have experienced similar difficulty convincing their partners to discuss past sexual experiences. Despite their religious upbringing and mixed feelings about whatever happened.

Sally is a Catholic gal who steadfastly claimed to be a virgin when we first met. Yet, I easily sank balls deep into her surprisingly juicy and hungry snatch the first time we fucked. Then she spread wide and eagerly took a good pounding. As well as gave fantastic head. Barely flinching when I exploded in her mouth. Then swallowed every drop and milked me dry. With no need to gradually break her in or provide any training. Totally unlike other virgins I’d fucked. As well as surprisingly took it up the ass like a champ, indicating she’d rode and sucked at least something before me.

Regardless, I believed her claim of virginity. Assuming she might have played with other gals during sleep overs and sleep outs. Just as I’d occasionally played with other guys while growing up. Basically, “practicing” things we eventually hoped to do to and with girls. Until my mother-in-law mentioned a considerably older boy in their tiny town who used to occasionally stop by and take Sally on long rides and walks. Usually alone. However, sometimes with another male friend or two. Commenting on how big, tall, and handsome he was. However, that she never trusted the older boy or his friends and was glad Sally married me. Which thoroughly embarrassed Sally, since she’d never mentioned the young stud to me.

Naturally, I thought, “Bingo!” Despite Sally’s claims of virginity, she’d obviously let the young stud harvest and thoroughly trash her cherry. Before shooting cum down her throat and up her ass to prevent knocking her up. Just like I typically did. Then continued occasionally fucking her. Likely while he was between steady girlfriends or as a side piece. Likely eagerly granting him edging bareback pussy and particularly submissive head and ass finishes as compared to his relatively prissy older girlfriends. Apparently, whenever he wanted since Sally reportedly, “dropped everything,” to see him whenever he stopped by. Perhaps even sharing her with his friends.

However, Sally steadfastly claimed, “Nothing happened,” during the rides and walks. More accurately, she claimed amnesia. Meaning she neither recalled exactly what happened nor wished to recall what happened. Despite my assuring her that I’d be far more excited than angry. Sincerely advising, “So what?” and “Way cool!” if she occasionally fucked a nicely equipped young stud. Reminding her that I was far from a virgin when we first met. Thus, neither worries nor judgement regarding whatever they did. Rather, I obviously loved fucking her. Regardless of who got there first. And appreciated everything he’d taught her, since his loss was obviously my gain.

Instead, regardless of how much I reassured her, Sally refused to recall anything. Becoming particularly angry whenever I asked if she’d been shared. Which basically confirmed, “Yup!” she’d DEFINITELY been shared and likely gang banged. Perhaps reluctantly. Yet, repeatedly, including at least once after we’d started dating. Meaning, she at least somewhat enjoyed whatever happened. Perhaps primarily to please the young stud. Then get fucked extra-long and hard by him. With Sally similarly refusing to speak with a counselor, psychologist, priest, or friend regarding whatever happened. To help confirm that her experience was far from unique, unusual, or shameful.

Regardless, I couldn’t resist imagining what happened. With Sally likely getting passed-around, tag-teamed, spit-roasted, DP’ed and DV’ed in a barn behind the young stud’s house or backseat of his car. Getting her pussy stretched and spoiled by their big dicks as compared to my relatively average size. Despite Sally had initially claiming size didn’t matter to her. Undoubtedly chugging loads and getting her ass reamed and creamed since, being a good little Catholic gal, the pill and condoms were off limits. All of which strangely made me hard as a rock, since I’ve always admired BIG cocks as well.

Thus, I eventually stopped asking what happened. In favor of simply fucking her the way she apparently enjoyed getting fucked. Fortunately, Sally’s pussy was far more honest and forthcoming than her memory. Since it obviously fondly recalled getting plowed by something far larger than me. Invariably beginning to drool whenever I rubbed something particularly large against its lips and cumming particularly long and hard whenever treated to anything significantly bigger than me. With my gradually working my fist wrist deep into her pussy being her favorite “all me” option and reaming her balls deep with a couple of condom covered tennis balls as well as my cock being her favorite strap-on. As well as with various other cock sleeve and toy combinations per my photos.

Sally squirted for the first time when I showed her a photo of a particularly well-hung co-worker who’d confided that his prissy wife rarely fucked him because he was, “Too big.” As well as told her how much he wanted to test the limits of her pussy. Assuring her that I’d love to watch or help him fuck her. With zero jealousy.

We got as far as inviting my hung co-worker to dinner at our house while his wife was away. He’d brought a bottle of Menage a Trois wine and she eagerly flirted with him throughout dinner. However, she unexpectedly sent him home with a hard-on when it came time to move to the bedroom, claiming we knew him and his wife too well. Since then, she’s refused more anonymous offers of the “real thing.” Perhaps because of her religious roots? Or perhaps because she’s still secretly banging the stud during trips home to visit her mother? Regardless, I’ve kept filling her pussy however she likes and trying to treat her to the real thing.

Meanwhile, I’ve secretly moved-on without her and helped straight and bi gang bang a few hot-wives. With little guilt given how hard I’ve tried to involve her in the fun. Very frustrating given the fun we could be having otherwise.