I knew when I met her she had been with a lot of guys. In fact I knew some of them before we got together. And while I wasn't complaining the night we met when she was letting me finger her in the pub, then dragging me down an alley because she couldn't wait to get on her knees. When we got to my place I couldn't believe how good she was with her mouth and I didn't care that she was obviously a veteran at sucking cock. Her skills with her mouth were matched by her pussy, the way she fucked and wanted to be fucked was incredible. But as our relationship developed the nagging thought of how much practice she must have had niggled at me.

That developed to guilty images in my head as she expertly pleased me with her mouth. I hated the thought of how many men had been inside her, and as she looked at me holding my cock between her lips as I flooded her mouth I wondered how many loads she must have had.

Over time though my attitude changed. I began to enjoy imagining her with other men inside her. I wondered and eventually jerked off picturing her worshipping someone's huge cock, maybe one of the many one night stands she had. Thinking of her leaving a stranger she barely knew with the contents of his balls in her stomach or leaking out of her pussy makes my cock swell.

I guess I don't actually want to know, the mystery is enough for me. I'm benefitting from her experience now, but if I had a time machine and could be a fly on the wall I doubt I could resist seeing her in action with those other men