So I think this counts as a hotpast story because it began before we started dating. My wife (42F) and I (42M) met towards the end of college. I’d like to say it was love at first sight but she’d say otherwise. We met through mutual friends during summer break in between junior and senior year. I’ll never forget the first time I saw her…I was smitten. It was at a hole in the wall bar on my campus the first weekend she came home. We hit it off immediately. As the night wore on the group decided, drunkenly, that we should go to the beach for the weekend, so we got a couple hotel rooms and headed down the next morning.

Long story really short, we were all over each other that weekend and before the end of the first night she was sucking my cock under the boardwalk in Seaside Heights NJ. We spent the next few weeks between the sheets, and when it came time for her to head back to campus she didn’t want to go back and I didn’t want to let her go either. In the end she had to go but I made plans to come out to see her the second weekend she was back. Before she left I asked if we could be exclusive. She shook her head no and told me she had someone on campus she had to end things with when she got back but I should ask her again when I went to see her. So we said goodbye.

I knew she didn’t have a boyfriend but I always assumed, correctly, that she had a guy there. A fuck buddy or friend with benefits. True to her word she ended things with him and when I went up to see her a couple weeks later, we became a couple. I got a shitty motel so we could be alone and we spent that weekend tangled up with eachother.

So let’s rewind a bit. She met this guy Gary her sophomore year and ended up sleeping with him. Neither of them wanted a relationship so it remained just sex for almost 2 years. She never talked about him at all until we started exploring this hotpast kink. But when we dove deeper into her hotpast I noticed so many of her stories involved him. My goodness, the things she told me he did to her drove me crazy. I felt an intense mix of lust and jealousy and the sex as she told me these stories were some of the best sex we’ve had since we were younger. It was animalistic. Raw. I wanted to punish her for being such a little slut and she wanted to be punished. It changed our sex lives for the better. Every story she told was raunchier than the last. I wanted more. But eventually she told me everything. Or so she said.

I begged her for something new. For weeks she denied me, saying she had told it all. Until, after a wonderful night out, she was just drunk enough to let her inhibitions go. She told me she did have something new, but made me swear not to be angry. Before I swore I asked if she had cheated on me and she said no. I believed her, so I swore I wouldn’t be angry. She took a long drink of her vodka club soda and then began:

“So…this is about Gary….and how I broke it off with him before you and I became official. I texted him the night I got back and told him that I met someone and that it had to be over between him and I. He texted back, ‘ok’ and that was all. Nothing else. Until a few hours later, I was drinking with my roommates when he texted me. He asked if I wanted to come get my things from his apartment or should he just drop it off…it wasn’t much…Some clothes, lingerie, hair products and other toiletries. His apartment was two blocks away and I was a little drunk so I told him that I could come pick them up now if he was home. He was, so i left.”

”what were you wearing?” I interrupted. She took another long drink of her vodka club. I was rock hard with anticipation…she continued:

“I walked to his apartment…It was late August and still warm during the day but cool at night so I had on my booty shorts with a light hoodie over my t shirt…no bra, no panties. he was at the door waiting and opened it immediately when I got there. My heart was racing as I walked up to the door. I gave him a hug hello and led me inside and offered me a drink. I accepted and we sat down at his kitchen table. I was nervous and was starting to feel hot in the hoodie so I took it off. We sat in silence for a moment, sipping our drinks and looking at each other. He broke the silence. He asked how I was and the words just spilled out of me like a faucet. We talked about the summer, my family, my vacation to Jamaica…then he asked about you. I told him I really liked you and that I think it could work long distance for a year until I graduated. He said he was happy for me and we left it at that. It had been maybe 10 minutes since I had arrived. Finally, he said, ‘well I guess that’s all then?’ And He got up, grabbed a box from the kitchen counter and brought it over to me. I got up and gave him a hug goodbye…but…I didn’t let go.”

She took another drink, then looked at me to gauge my mood. I was absolutely crazed with lust. I wanted her, but Inalso wanted her to continue. So she did.

“There were no words that needed to be said. My body betrayed me. He leaned down and kissed me…then scooped me up so I could straddle him. He swatted the box away and lay me down onto the table. He tore my shorts off, then pulled his shirt off before dropping his shorts to the floor. Before I could take my shirt off he pounced on me. His throbbing 7in cock slamming deep inside of my pussy like it had hundreds of times before. It was so intense. He fucked me on that table so hard I thought the people downstairs would call the cops. He wasn’t wearing a condom so he pulled out and came all over my stomach. But we weren’t done. He cleaned me up then carried me to his bed. We didn’t sleep at all that night. When we finally fell asleep the sun was coming up. We woke up sometime after noon, I took a shower and said goodbye. There was no other conversation about it. It was over, we had one last amazing night, which I suppose I owed him, but now it was over. So I left, and without more than a “goodbye”.”

My mouth was wide open. It was perfect. Exactly the kind of story I wanted. I led my wife to the kitchen and told her I wanted to recreate the scene. When I was finished I carried her to the bedroom…we fucked again and again. And it was amazing. Afterwards we lay facing each other and we talked a little more about Gary. It was the hottest hot past story she ever told me.