In a previous post, I mentioned that my wife was a "serial monogamist" in college, meaning she went from one boyfriend to the next with very little time in between. This also meant no casual hookups, so all of her hotpast stories from university days are with long-term boyfriends.

Her final college boyfriend (we'll call him "Anthony") dated her from pretty early on in her senior year, all the way through the summer after they both graduated. She told me that he was, hands-down, the hottest guy she's ever dated, and had a reputation amongst the coeds at her midsize university of being one of the best looking guys at the entire school. He'd done some modeling in the past, and was in great physical shape.

She's remarked that he wasn't all that phenomenal in bed, and would frequently end up with a "moral hangover" after they'd slept together, due to his conservative upbringing. Nevertheless, she was a horny college girl, and they were both incredibly attractive, so the sex was frequent.

Her favorite Anthony experience was the night of her sorority formal. It was spring semester, and all the seniors' last hurrah, so they wanted to go out with a bang. My wife got dressed to the nines, in a pink, strappy dress. This particular dress didn't show any cleavage, but it made up for it by showing the entirety of her shoulders, and being extremely short, cutting off just below her butt. Her blonde hair was pinned up in a sort of half ponytail. Anthony was dressed sharply in a suit.

There were several couples in her friend group, and they all went out to a nice dinner beforehand. The drinks were flowing at dinner, and when they arrived at the formal, they paused for pictures outside. I've seen the pictures from the night and it's pretty clear that they were both significantly keyed up. Lots of pictures of them kissing, a few slightly provocative poses (not too trashy, though), and a picture where her hand is resting juuuuuust below his belt buckle, not quite on the goods.

She says the formal itself, while fun, was nothing scandalous - they danced, she danced with her friends, everyone had some more drinks - but that the real fun began after the two of them hitched a ride back to Anthony's apartment.

They got inside, and Anthony excused himself to go relieve himself. When he exited the bathroom a few moments later, my now-wife had already removed her dress, and was standing before him in nothing but a strapless bra, heels, and a lacey thong. She approached him and immediately started kissing him. Anthony's hands were all over her, and she took the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and pants while they continued to kiss. Anthony managed to unstrap her bra, and she broke the kiss long enough to pull back so the bra could fall to the floor, revealing her perky tits. Before he could put his hands on them, she squatted down and pulled down his pants and boxers. She said that he was already pretty hard, but she wanted to make sure he was all the way there, so she kissed the tip of his penis and stroked him, before taking the entire length in her mouth. She sucked him for a few minutes, and then stood back up and slowly peeled off her thong. Anthony stepped out of his pants, removed his shirt, and there they were, standing naked in front of each other, aside from the high heels my wife still had on, which allowed her to be eye-level with her boyfriend.

She says that she told him to fuck her, and he obliged her by picking her up, spreading her legs, and taking her right there in the entryway. His muscular arms supported under her legs, thrusting her up and down, while she gripped his neck and held on for dear life. She said that, for the next hour, they had sex all over his apartment. He never usually lasted that long, but she suspects that he had a bit of "whiskey dick," where he was hard but couldn't finish, due to overindulging throughout the course of the evening.

This was to her benefit, as it meant she got to enjoy herself fully, without worrying that he would cum and potentially lose interest in continuing. They moved from having sex standing in the entryway to Anthony bending her over the couch in the living room. He then picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter, fucking her there, before they finally moved to his room and tried a few different positions on his bed. First, they fucked with her legs up on his shoulders, then tried doggy style - to this day, my wife's favorite position - which made her come extremely hard.

She said that, all in all, she came five times, and that each time she came, they would switch locations/positions. Finally, she was feeling tired and starting to get a little sore. Anthony still hadn't finished, so she took him in her mouth again and gave him her best blowjob. This seemed to do the trick, and he started grunting and moaning that he was getting close. She continued giving him head until he was about to blow, then pulled her mouth off his dick and made him shoot cum all over her tits, covering them with his load.

Anthony collapsed onto the bed next to her, completely spent. She says she sat up, kissed him softly, and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. By the time she came back to bed, he was already asleep, so she crawled into bed next to him and called it a night.