I've been married twice: 10 years the first time, and the second still going strong for over 35 years. Both women are very sexual, animated partners. Strangely -- or so I thought -- stories of their past sexual experiences always turned me on, and I enjoyed creating mental images of their fucking men they had long forgotten.

And then I found this subreddit.

Let's start with my second wife. I'll call her Sandy. When I'd ask Sandy about her experiences before we met she'd usually dismiss my inquiry with a vague, "I don't really remember."

During COVID lockdown we watched a documentary about women writing erotic novels for women. Sandy said, "You can do that." I thought, "I've never written as much as a short story, and (as a guy) I don't understand the intricacies of women's fantasies and their libido." Heck, some women don't fully understand either.

I did a lot of research and started typing. I told Sandy that I needed some inspiration, so she'd need to tell me -- in detail -- about her sexual life. All the things that she previously didn't remember. She obliged (the book was her idea) and the experience was fantastic for both of us.

Sandy told me in her early 20's a guy told her she wasn't the type of girl that guy's just fuck, she was the type they marry. This was the 1970's and Sandy was hot. I've seen photos of her in her mini-skirts and skimpy tops sans bra.

She got fairly serious with Paul. He is a muscular, handsome tradesman. He had two flaws: he spent lots of time with the guys (hunting) and he was dull. Very dull.

Sandy and Paul dated for a few months -- kissing, fondling, but nothing more. Sandy's mother thought Paul wasn't good enough for her daughter (nobody would have been good enough) and that caused tension at home.

Sandy, partially seeing Paul as a way for her to get out of her family house, decided it was time to fuck him. But Sandy was a virgin, and she didn't want Paul to know that. She also wanted to have some other experiences before settling down with Paul. She and one of her girlfriends concocted a weird plan. Sandy worked as a procurement clerk and dealt by phone with a supplier in a large city 150 miles away. The supplier frequently invited her to the city and said the two could stay with him.

The girls made up some excuse to explain their absence to their families and hitched the 150 miles. That night it was agreed Sandy would sleep in the Supplier's bed and her friend would sleep on the couch in his living room. Sandy put on a large t-shirt as her nightgown and went to bed. She'd never been in a man's bed before, but the three knew that the Supplier was going to fuck her.

He came out of the bathroom naked and did not close the bedroom door. Sandy had felt Paul's cock through his pants and loosely understood how it worked, but in the pre-internet days sexual knowledge was largely non-existent. When the Supplier got under the sheet he wasted no time slipping off her t-shirt. He encouraged her to feel his cock, and she was surprised at how hard and large it was. Sandy had never put her fingers in her pussy: "good girls" didn't do that. She knew nothing of her clit, and had no idea where the Supplier was going to insert that thing. Sandy could feel it throbbing.

The Supplier was about 10 years older than Sandy and I'm sure he was thrilled he'd convinced this hot 20-year-old to travel 150 miles to fuck a man she'd never met. Neither he nor Sandy wanted to waste time with foreplay (and at the time Sandy knew nothing about blow jobs). She was eager, her pussy was wet, so he moved to kneeling between her spread legs, pulled them up a bit, and gently, slowly, inserted his cock into her virginal pussy. Sandy doesn't remember it hurting, there was no blood. She was pleasantly surprised -- it felt good. The Supplier was a noisy partner, and it didn't take him long to cum deeply inside her.

After a bit of discussion about how she felt, he instructed her on basic BJ techniques and she was able, with some trial and error, to make him cum again -- this time in her mouth. She swallowed. She didn't know that some people don't. She's always swallowed.

The next morning, as the Supplier cooked both girls breakfast, Sandy's friend (who was not hugely experienced, but not a virgin) said how much she'd enjoyed listening to them the night before. The three agreed that they would skip the sightseeing they'd planned for Sunday morning, and would spend the time together in bed. Sandy's friend was one of the fortunate minority who orgasm from penis-in-vagina alone, and the noises she made while the Supplier was fucking her, doggie style, really excited Sandy. The Supplier did all that he could to satisfy these two curious women. The Supplier agreed to drive them back home to save them from hitchhiking (and no doubt to give them more time to fuck).

Paul never knew about her trip to the City. She fucked him the next weekend in the back seat of his car. She only had the Supplier for comparison, but she could tell that Paul was also dull in bed. Shortly afterward Sandy's mother decreed that Sandy could no longer see Paul -- or Sandy would have to leave home. Sandy obliged, moving into Paul's home and marrying him. Their honeymoon was supposed to last for ten days, but Paul cut it short after three days because he had the opportunity to go bird shooting with his mates. Sandy knew she'd made a mistake and that if her mother had only been more relaxed Sandy would have broken up with Paul instead of marrying him.

This would lead to further adventures in the years ahead.