The better half and I went on a decently long road trip last weekend. On the way back, the topic of road head came up.

We were mostly out in the middle of nowhere and she offered, so I got unzipped and hyper focused on the road. She did her thing and took maybe a bit more than ten minutes to get me off. It was great! But that’s not why you’re reading this post…

Afterward, it occurred to me that she and I had never discussed her hotpast in the context of road head. I asked her how many guys she figured she’d given road head to over the last 15 years.

My wife has a rather hefty body count of her own but given the opportunities for road head are often few and far between, I was suspecting she’d say like 4 or 5.

Her reply was, “I have no idea. But maybe I can count it up.”

What followed was - no joke - a solid hour of going deep into the mental archives and making a note on her phone. There were more than a few names I’d never heard. A few quick stories mixed in. Oh and like ten more minutes of road head for me once I got super hard a second time.

When it was all done she said, “I guess 29 guys is kind of a lot isn’t it?”

I damn near veered off the road.

My god this woman has spent a lot of time head down, ass up in passenger seats in her life and I couldn’t be more proud.