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The wife’s old devices are always a gold mine, and I had a beautiful moment the last time I got access to one.

I got my hands on one of her old phones and tried to recover the data. After spending a whole Saturday trying everything I found online, I finally made some progress.

There were a lot of old photos and videos, even some of us together. But one particular video immediately caught my attention.

In the video, my wife was jerking off a guy. She kept looking straight at him while he filmed her from above. She looked so naughty, stroking his cock without ever taking her eyes off him.

After a couple of seconds he started mumbling something, so she quickly moved closer with her mouth open. She kept stroking him, and then his cock started bursting cum. Every drop landed in her open mouth as she leaned in even closer. It wasn’t a huge load, but I could see how thick it was. She kept her mouth open until he seemed completely finished, then leaned in and sucked his cock, looking for every last bit. After pulling away, she gave him one last stroke. She noticed a little more cum still leaking out, so she moved in again and collected the last drops with her lips. The video ended with her closing her mouth, giving a small smile, and swallowing.

That video became my porn for at least a couple of months. No sex, no foreplay, not even a proper blowjob. Just a handjob followed by him cumming in her mouth. It almost looked like that was the only thing she had been waiting for.

I was amazed by how eager she was to have him in her mouth and swallow everything. I even felt a little jealous because she never swallowed me like that during our first years together. And after that, she eventually stopped taking my cum in her mouth altogether.

I felt a little guilty about watching it without her knowing, so I told her what I had found. She brushed it off after realizing I wasn’t bothered by it. On the contrary, I was curious and wanted to know more.

To my surprise, she didn’t even remember who the guy was.

“How could I remember every single guy I gave a blowjob to?” she said after watching the video.

She took another look. “I couldn’t tell just by looking at a cock. It could be (guy’s name), but I don’t think so. Maybe (another guy’s name). This cock looks too average. I could probably make a whole list of suspects and still miss.”

The file dates were all messed up because of the recovery process, so I couldn’t tell if the video had been recorded a few weeks before we started dating or a few weeks after. Either way, it was incredibly hot and gave me enough material to jerk off to for a long time. Still one of my favorites hotpast material.

Between a couple of glasses of wine, I managed to get a blowjob from my wife. It’s always intrigued me how she can swallow my whole dick like it’s nothing.

While she was sucking me and I was already throbbing, I asked how she could do it so easily.

She laughed softly and whispered that I didn’t want to know. I insisted, and she said that she used to swallow “bigger things.”

“How big?” I asked.
“You really want to know? Some things are better left unknown.”

I kept insisting. She looked at me, then at my dick. She wrapped one hand around it, her fingers covering the whole thing, then stacked her other closed hand on top.

“A little bigger than this, maybe.”

She felt my cock throb in her grip.

“That’s really big. You could take the whole thing?” I asked, feeling her saliva.

“Not as easily as yours, but yeah.”

I asked if that had been the biggest or if she’d deepthroated others. My dick was clearly loving the conversation.

“Most of the guys I hooked up with had big dicks,” she said, licking across the head. “My friends used to joke about how I always ended up with that kind of guy.” She laughed while stroking me. “Maybe because I’m a bigger girl, so guys with bigger cocks are more attracted to me… or maybe the smaller ones get intimidated. Either way, I couldn’t complain.”

I wanted more. I asked what she liked doing with them that she could only really do with big ones.

“I used to do this,” she said. She swallowed me whole and did some squeezing movements with her throat. It felt incredible, but she pulled back quickly. “If you were bigger, you’d really feel my full power. I used to make guys cum straight down my throat with that move.”

I asked if the one she’d just described was the biggest. She said there were probably a couple bigger. So I asked about the smallest.

She looked at me, then down at my cock. “I don’t remember every detail anymore. After a while the memories start to blur.” She looked back up at me. “But yeah, I think I had one or two smaller than you.”

She was talking while slowly jerking me off. I was breathing hard. She switched to just two fingers, stroking and sucking me at the same time.

“Who am I kidding? You’re smart, babe. You know dick size doesn’t really matter, right? Do you really care about being the smallest?”

I couldn’t hold it. I told her I was about to cum. She pulled her mouth off and kept stroking. I started shooting all over my stomach and her hand.

She smiled, wiped her hand on my shirt, and said, “If dick size really mattered, I wouldn’t be your wife, would I? Don’t let it get in your head.” She kissed my cheek and got up. “I’ve been with enough big ones to know it’s better to be with someone who might be a little lacking down there but has way bigger qualities than some guy with a huge dick and nothing else to offer. A big dick loses its magic after the sex anyway.”

She looked at me, half-naked, my softening cock getting smaller.

She touched it and said, “This little one is the best I’ve ever had.” Then she told me to clean up and not make a mess on the bed while my mind spun with everything she’d just told me.

After a glass of wine that turned into a whole bottle on a lazy Friday, my wife shared another one of her hot past stories.

We were talking about movies and books, the special ones that change your life or influence you in some way.

She remembered watching the movie An education and how, for a while, it made her really attracted to older guys. Of course I wanted to know more, so I asked if and how much older the oldest guy she’d been with was.
She told me about a friend of her dad’s, twenty-five years older than her.

He had a small law office at the time, and since she was in law school, her dad introduced them so she could get an internship or something like that.

They started texting. At first she didn’t think much of it, but as the conversation evolved, she started picking up on the subtext in the things he was saying, like asking if she wanted to learn new things from an older man. She actually found it a little creepy at first (he was her dad’s friend, after all), but after a few more exchanges she started getting excited and fantasizing about the idea.

“I was recently single and getting a lot of attention, getting fucked by a lot of hot guys at the time. Fucking this older man sounded like a forbidden fantasy, a real adventure,” she told me.

So after a few weeks of texting, she accepted his invitation for an “interview.”

“I was saying things like I needed an experienced man to teach me stuff. The subtext was all there, we were always just one little step away from full-on sexting.”

She continued, saying she dressed to kill and went to his office. It was a really humble place, obviously not set up for an intern.

Their conversation didn’t take long to turn sexual. She was surprised by how shy and unassertive he was in person compared to his texts, so she felt even more powerful in the fantasy and took control of the situation.

After some more flirty wordplay full of subtext, while he couldn’t take his eyes off her legs and body, she just bluntly asked: “Are you gonna fuck me here or are we going somewhere else?”

He gagged a little and asked where she wanted to go. She looked around, the small, dirty office in that old building actually turned her on even more. It didn’t take long before she was on her knees.

“He was really hairy, the hairiest I’ve ever had in my mouth,” she said, looking up like she was picturing the scene again. “Of course I was disgusted, but that disgust became part of the dirty fantasy I was living.”

She said he didn’t even last five minutes before he came in her mouth without warning.

When I asked what she did, she replied: “I swallowed. What else could I do? He was really surprised, he said no other woman had ever done that for him.”

“But I was there to be fucked, not just to give a blowjob. He asked if I wanted to have lunch with him. I accepted, and after lunch he took me to a nice hotel and we fucked.”

I tried to get more details. She said the sex was okayish, far from the best, she felt like she had way more to teach him than he had to teach her.
But he treated her like a goddess, and she loved that part. It was really different from the guys her own age.

At one point he asked if they could try anal. She said yes. “He wasn’t really big but he was thick, and I was curious to know how it would feel,” she told me. He got so excited and nervous that the first time he tried, he ended up cumming before he could even get inside. She said it was funny in a way, this guy twenty-five years older than her, losing control like that. They tried again later and it worked. She mentioned that he was really nice and lovely the whole time, treating her like a princess, which almost made her feel guilty for asking him to pound her harder.

She told me she didn’t really plan to see him again, but he was so nice afterwards. They kept texting, and she would always get excited again by the forbidden thrill and end up seeing him for more sex. This arrangement lasted a couple of months, until he started getting jealous.

“I obviously didn’t stop fucking other guys for him. I was never going to have a real relationship with someone as old as my dad!”

She finished by saying she wasn’t really proud of it. It was just her being young and dumb, chasing fantasies in her head. But it wasn’t really bad, no one got hurt, and she had fun.

“I started noticing other older men too, but never that old. Mostly ten to fifteen years older than me, college staff, guys with real adult lives, different from the boys in college who were in the same phase as me.”

I tried to get more details, but the subject changed. Still, it was more than enough. When she fell asleep, I jerked off thinking about everything she had told me.

My wife loves cock. And when I say she loves it, I truly mean it, to the point where she gets wet just from giving blowjobs.

As a loving and caring husband, I never saw a problem once I realized that she needed to please not just me, but other men too. She has amazing skills, and it would be a crime not to let her share them with the world.

It was through those little adventures, watching her pleasure other guys, that I realized something: after she's sucked a lot of cock and had some cum in her mouth, she gets cock breath. And I find it incredibly sexy.

You'd probably think that means I'd want the cock itself, but no (believe me, she wanted me to try it with her). What I truly love is the smell of her breath carrying the scent of another man's cock.

It's just so dirty, so wrong… and so exciting.

We’ve been together for around 12 years, and during that time we’ve only had anal sex only handful of times. Every time, I was impressed by how easily she could take my cock right in her ass, without even needing a finger first.

I know I’m on the smaller side when it comes to dick size, but still, she took it like a pro. So I asked her how.

She told me about her first boyfriend. He might have been bad at a lot of things, but sex wasn’t one of them. She said he was always patient and knew exactly what he was doing. From the very beginning, he put on a lot of porn for them to watch together so he could teach her everything. Unlike so many girls who have a bad first experience, she loved sex right away, every aspect of it. She became completely addicted to the pleasure.

They watched porn and had sex on a weekly basis, so it didn’t take long for him to introduce anal. She said he was very careful and did everything right from the start. Again, she felt no pain, only pleasure. And there was a new bonus: they could do it without a condom.

Because they were fucking so often, anal became their go-to when they didn’t want the hassle of buying condoms. She told me he had this technique of masturbating her while fucking her ass, and she had incredible orgasms. She even admitted that at one point she told him that preferred getting fucked in the ass over vaginal sex. That last part drove him crazy, and he started pumping his cum in her ass two or three times a week.

They stayed together for almost three years. Even after she got on birth control, her ass remained his favorite. She always loved it. She repeated several times that he could be an asshole in everyday life, but in bed he was amazing and always knew what he was doing. She said that experience helped make her so sex-positive.

She explained that he was really thick, not the longest, but one of the thickest she’s ever seen. So after taking so much of him, it became easy to take other sizes, she said with a smile.

He still lives relatively close to us. It’s rare, but every time I see him, I can’t help imagining how much cum he left inside my wife’s ass. I almost feel like thanking him for helping create the beautiful slut I’m in love with and married to today.

We were on a short trip to a beach near where we live when she started telling me a story.

"Remember when we came here a long time ago?"

I told her I didn't remember. And I really didn't. We had never been to that beach together. But she insisted.

"It was a Monday. The beach was completely empty. You told me you knew a nice spot up by the forest, on top of a hill where we had an amazing view of the beach."

I still told her I didn't remember.

"I bet you'll remember this part. I wasn't on birth control and we didn't have any condoms. You convinced me by saying “Anal, the best birth control money can’t buy”, and spent the whole afternoon fucking me in the ass. You came inside like three times."

At that point, I was completely sure she had confused me with another guy. But instead of feeling upset, I got really interested. I even started asking for more details, pretending I was trying to remember.

Then she stopped for a second, thought about it, and suddenly realized it really wasn't me. She was embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.