This story's going to be long so bear with me.
I'm a 33 year old man. I was married, once, for four and a half years. Early on in my relationship with my ex-wife, I admitted to her that I wanted to watch her have sex with another man. We fantasized about it, and talked about it, but nothing ever came of it. Just the idea of her having sex with another man was enough at that point. After we got married, it skewed our relationship, and the sex became adequate, at best. Finally the sex just dried up, because she started to think that all I wanted was the "kinky" stuff.
The next relationship I was in, the lady I was with was a minx in the sack. I couldn't bring myself to ever tell her about my fantasy, since it had helped ruin my marriage. One morning, she showed up at my house crying, and admitted to me that she'd cheated on me with her ex-boyfriend. The make-up sex ranks up there with the best sex I've ever had. That relationship soured after a couple more months. I couldn't trust her, because she cheated on me, and even though it was hot, the lack of trust ruined it.
Last year I met my current girlfriend, we'll call her Jenna, who is 23. We've been together for a year and a few months now. Fairly early on in our relationship one night things were getting hot and heavy, and we started talking about fantasies. She suggested a threesome with another girl, and I said I'd like to watch her with another guy. She thought it was a little weird, and said she doesn't want to be with anyone but me.
Shortly before this incident, we had "the talk" about how many people we'd each been with. I was forthcoming, and told her I'd been with 10 women, including her. She told me she didn't know exactly, but ballparked it at 30-40. She said she could figure it out if she sat down with a pen and paper, but she didn't do it right away. A few months later, we were talking about our sexual pasts again, and the fact that she never did give me a straight answer came up again. This time, she ballparked it at 40-50. We'd still occasionally have some fantasy talk when we were fooling around, and every time I told her I'd like to watch her have sex with another guy, she'd always tell me she only wants to be with me.
Now we get into the meat of the story, the events of the last two weeks.
Two weeks ago, Jenna broke up with me. She was driving me to work in the morning, and I had a long day ahead of me. Essentially, she said she was done, and didn't want to talk about it. This isn't the first time she's just broken up with me that way. So I worked out my whole 12 hour day, arranged to go out for drinks with a bunch of coworkers, and headed home to change. When I got there, she was furious I was going out. she told me if I went out it was really over forever. After I got in the shower and was walking out the door, she threatened that if I was going out, she was going out, too.
She called me several times as I was heading to the bar. I was on my way to the gas station to pick up smokes, so I listened to her for a bit, but I was out of this relationship as much as she claimed to be.
At the bar, I met up with my friends to shoot pool. There were a couple girls there that I knew, and I was ***** enough to hope that maybe I would be hooking up with one of them by the end of the night. In the end, two of them were nice enough to hang out with me as I waited for my cab.
The cab ride took a while, and just as I was arriving home she called me. It was about 3:15 AM. She wanted to know if I was home, and if she should come home. I didn't care, and we ended up hanging up on each other a couple of times. About half an hour later I texted her, telling her she could come home if she wanted, and if she didn't to have fun fucking whatever guy she was hanging out with.
Fifteen minutes later, she texted me to let me know she was coming home. She tried calling a bunch of times, between 4:15 and 4:30. I'm not sure exactly when she got home, but when she did we argued and she threw me out of the bedroom.
The next day we talked a little, and I went and worked another long day. My friend was going to be in town for the night, and he and I planned on going out that evening. The end of the night me and my buddy cruised to the bar, and one of my lady coworkers from the night before joined us.
We all had several drinks, and she offered to drive my buddy and I back to the house since we'd had signifiantly more to drink than she had. When we got there, I invited her to join us for some beers. She stayed, and Jenna was there. She stayed in the bedroom for almost the whole night. The coworker, my buddy, and I all ended up at the hot tub for about an hour with yet more beer.
The whole night got pretty blurry after that. Not long after the sun came up, Jenna left, saying she couldn't sleep with all the ruckus we were making. After Jenna left, all three of us wound up going to sleep, with me in the bedroom, and my friends on the futon.
When June got back, around 1 in the afternoon, the coworker was gone. Jenna wanted to talk, and we covered a lot of ground regarding our relationship, and things I thought were not negotiable. For one, she had to come clean about how many guys she'd slept with. After our long talk we wound up spending the day hanging out with my buddy before he had to leave town. I was suffering a miserable hangover all day.
The following day, Jenna sat down and made her list. At 23 years old, she's been with 37 guys. That night we had some pretty great sex, largely due to how turned on I was at what a slut she'd been (even in her own words). She said she'd just go out, get *****, and have sex with whatever guy she'd been hanging out with.
The next day one of us asked the other exactly what had been happening those two nights. It was probably me doing the asking. I truthfully explained what had taken place both nights.
Jenna had called a bunch of coworkers until she got ahold of one of them who was out drinking. The coworker was out with her boyfriend at a dive bar a little ways from our house shooting pool with a bunch of their friends. Another coworker apparently showed up a little while after my girlfriend got there, and they all did quite a bit of drinking. June herself had probably more than a few beers, and 6 shots of a gnarly Tuaca and two other liquor and juice that I have since tried and found to be quite potent.
At closing time (2AM around here), Jenna explained she wasn't done drinking, and the late arriving coworker (we'll call him Jerry) invited her and the other coworker and her boyfriend back to his place for more drinks.
Apparently that's where she was when she called me early Saturday morning asking if she could come home. Jenna is adamant that nothing at all happened between her and Jerry, or anyone else. Monday morning when she left the house during the "sleepover," she went to crash for a couple hours at a female coworker's house before going to run some errands.
I took everything at face value, and again that night we had great sex. I used her vibrator on her fairly vigorously, and we again shared our fantasies, and relived some of the naughtier things we've done, and some of the faily public places we'd done them.
The next night, we hung out at the house drinking beers and talking about things. With her permission, I looked through her phone, text and call logs. There was a call to Jerry right around 11pm. I offered her a clean slate to tell me the truth of what had actually happened. Jenna came clean and told me that her female friend and boyfriend had left shortly after arriving at Jim's house. She also told me that Jerry had confessed to liking her, and then "trying" to kiss her.
Obviously, I was shocked and pissed off at having been lied to. I was also very turned on. I started thinking, we were broken up, there was no cheating, just my then-ex-girlfriend fooling around with another guy. I immediately assumed that she was lying about everything, and another fight ensued. She remained steadfast in telling me that nothing else happened, and offered to even take a lie detector test. I told her the clean slate would remain in effect until we went to bed the next night, in case she felt she had anything else to share.
The next day it came out that she hadn't in fact gone there with her friends from the bar, only Jerry. Aside from that, she still maintains that the only thing that happened was that he tried to kiss her, she told him she couldn't, and called me.
A few days later we decided to go shopping at an adult entertainment shop, mostly for videos, but also for sexy outfits for her and perhaps a toy. We looked at lingerie and some costumes, and she decided on a few things she liked.
I'm a 33 year old man. I was married, once, for four and a half years. Early on in my relationship with my ex-wife, I admitted to her that I wanted to watch her have sex with another man. We fantasized about it, and talked about it, but nothing ever came of it. Just the idea of her having sex with another man was enough at that point. After we got married, it skewed our relationship, and the sex became adequate, at best. Finally the sex just dried up, because she started to think that all I wanted was the "kinky" stuff.
The next relationship I was in, the lady I was with was a minx in the sack. I couldn't bring myself to ever tell her about my fantasy, since it had helped ruin my marriage. One morning, she showed up at my house crying, and admitted to me that she'd cheated on me with her ex-boyfriend. The make-up sex ranks up there with the best sex I've ever had. That relationship soured after a couple more months. I couldn't trust her, because she cheated on me, and even though it was hot, the lack of trust ruined it.
Last year I met my current girlfriend, we'll call her Jenna, who is 23. We've been together for a year and a few months now. Fairly early on in our relationship one night things were getting hot and heavy, and we started talking about fantasies. She suggested a threesome with another girl, and I said I'd like to watch her with another guy. She thought it was a little weird, and said she doesn't want to be with anyone but me.
Shortly before this incident, we had "the talk" about how many people we'd each been with. I was forthcoming, and told her I'd been with 10 women, including her. She told me she didn't know exactly, but ballparked it at 30-40. She said she could figure it out if she sat down with a pen and paper, but she didn't do it right away. A few months later, we were talking about our sexual pasts again, and the fact that she never did give me a straight answer came up again. This time, she ballparked it at 40-50. We'd still occasionally have some fantasy talk when we were fooling around, and every time I told her I'd like to watch her have sex with another guy, she'd always tell me she only wants to be with me.
Now we get into the meat of the story, the events of the last two weeks.
Two weeks ago, Jenna broke up with me. She was driving me to work in the morning, and I had a long day ahead of me. Essentially, she said she was done, and didn't want to talk about it. This isn't the first time she's just broken up with me that way. So I worked out my whole 12 hour day, arranged to go out for drinks with a bunch of coworkers, and headed home to change. When I got there, she was furious I was going out. she told me if I went out it was really over forever. After I got in the shower and was walking out the door, she threatened that if I was going out, she was going out, too.
She called me several times as I was heading to the bar. I was on my way to the gas station to pick up smokes, so I listened to her for a bit, but I was out of this relationship as much as she claimed to be.
At the bar, I met up with my friends to shoot pool. There were a couple girls there that I knew, and I was ***** enough to hope that maybe I would be hooking up with one of them by the end of the night. In the end, two of them were nice enough to hang out with me as I waited for my cab.
The cab ride took a while, and just as I was arriving home she called me. It was about 3:15 AM. She wanted to know if I was home, and if she should come home. I didn't care, and we ended up hanging up on each other a couple of times. About half an hour later I texted her, telling her she could come home if she wanted, and if she didn't to have fun fucking whatever guy she was hanging out with.
Fifteen minutes later, she texted me to let me know she was coming home. She tried calling a bunch of times, between 4:15 and 4:30. I'm not sure exactly when she got home, but when she did we argued and she threw me out of the bedroom.
The next day we talked a little, and I went and worked another long day. My friend was going to be in town for the night, and he and I planned on going out that evening. The end of the night me and my buddy cruised to the bar, and one of my lady coworkers from the night before joined us.
We all had several drinks, and she offered to drive my buddy and I back to the house since we'd had signifiantly more to drink than she had. When we got there, I invited her to join us for some beers. She stayed, and Jenna was there. She stayed in the bedroom for almost the whole night. The coworker, my buddy, and I all ended up at the hot tub for about an hour with yet more beer.
The whole night got pretty blurry after that. Not long after the sun came up, Jenna left, saying she couldn't sleep with all the ruckus we were making. After Jenna left, all three of us wound up going to sleep, with me in the bedroom, and my friends on the futon.
When June got back, around 1 in the afternoon, the coworker was gone. Jenna wanted to talk, and we covered a lot of ground regarding our relationship, and things I thought were not negotiable. For one, she had to come clean about how many guys she'd slept with. After our long talk we wound up spending the day hanging out with my buddy before he had to leave town. I was suffering a miserable hangover all day.
The following day, Jenna sat down and made her list. At 23 years old, she's been with 37 guys. That night we had some pretty great sex, largely due to how turned on I was at what a slut she'd been (even in her own words). She said she'd just go out, get *****, and have sex with whatever guy she'd been hanging out with.
The next day one of us asked the other exactly what had been happening those two nights. It was probably me doing the asking. I truthfully explained what had taken place both nights.
Jenna had called a bunch of coworkers until she got ahold of one of them who was out drinking. The coworker was out with her boyfriend at a dive bar a little ways from our house shooting pool with a bunch of their friends. Another coworker apparently showed up a little while after my girlfriend got there, and they all did quite a bit of drinking. June herself had probably more than a few beers, and 6 shots of a gnarly Tuaca and two other liquor and juice that I have since tried and found to be quite potent.
At closing time (2AM around here), Jenna explained she wasn't done drinking, and the late arriving coworker (we'll call him Jerry) invited her and the other coworker and her boyfriend back to his place for more drinks.
Apparently that's where she was when she called me early Saturday morning asking if she could come home. Jenna is adamant that nothing at all happened between her and Jerry, or anyone else. Monday morning when she left the house during the "sleepover," she went to crash for a couple hours at a female coworker's house before going to run some errands.
I took everything at face value, and again that night we had great sex. I used her vibrator on her fairly vigorously, and we again shared our fantasies, and relived some of the naughtier things we've done, and some of the faily public places we'd done them.
The next night, we hung out at the house drinking beers and talking about things. With her permission, I looked through her phone, text and call logs. There was a call to Jerry right around 11pm. I offered her a clean slate to tell me the truth of what had actually happened. Jenna came clean and told me that her female friend and boyfriend had left shortly after arriving at Jim's house. She also told me that Jerry had confessed to liking her, and then "trying" to kiss her.
Obviously, I was shocked and pissed off at having been lied to. I was also very turned on. I started thinking, we were broken up, there was no cheating, just my then-ex-girlfriend fooling around with another guy. I immediately assumed that she was lying about everything, and another fight ensued. She remained steadfast in telling me that nothing else happened, and offered to even take a lie detector test. I told her the clean slate would remain in effect until we went to bed the next night, in case she felt she had anything else to share.
The next day it came out that she hadn't in fact gone there with her friends from the bar, only Jerry. Aside from that, she still maintains that the only thing that happened was that he tried to kiss her, she told him she couldn't, and called me.
A few days later we decided to go shopping at an adult entertainment shop, mostly for videos, but also for sexy outfits for her and perhaps a toy. We looked at lingerie and some costumes, and she decided on a few things she liked.
