I've read this sub for a little while and had to get this story off my chest.

For some background, my wife (33) and I (32) have been married for five years, and together since we were in college. We had several mutual friends and would see each other around campus and parties since we were freshmen. We first dated spring semester of our junior year. At the time, she was a virgin and hung up about having sex before marriage. She came from a conservative, southern Christian background. Purity culture and all that. She would let me rub her through her pants, or position herself to grind against my thigh while we made out in her dorm room. We never went further than that, and things fizzled out after a month or two. Fast forward to fall semester of our senior year, and she calls me when she needs a date to her sorority's Halloween party. I still liked her, so I said yes. We're Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, having a good time dancing and drinking at the party. We go back to her place, where I use her bathroom, thinking we'd just make out a little and sleep off the drinks. Except when I come out, she's on her bed, panties off an legs spread, showing me her bare pussy under her dress. Clearly, any hang ups she had were now gone! We became exclusive about a month later, and have been together ever since.

I had long wondered what she was doing those months between when we first stopped dating and the night we fucked after she needed a date for a party. I figured she got a bf, and after a while let him be her first. We've been together a long time and never really talked about our sexual pasts. That was, until a few weeks ago. We're sitting at the bar, playing trivia as a team of two. It's getting later, and taking a long time between rounds, and somehow we start talking about our views and attitudes about sex when we were growing up. She said she finally got to the point of "God will still love me if I have sex" and she wanted to experience it. My wife knows who I lost my my virginity to and knew it was just a one night stand, so I finally asked who her first was.

"Oh, you know who it was. Don't you?"

"No I don't. I don't think so."

"Really? I always thought you knew."

"No, really. Who was your first?"

"It was Matt," she said, kinda sheepishly.

Matt was one of my best friends in college, one of my fraternity brothers, and we got an apartment together senior year. He moved in over the summer, while I was still working a job in my hometown. Matt was in the same major as my wife and knew her since she was a freshman too. Apparently, Matt and my wife hung out a lot that summer, day drinking at the pool and then going out to bars. One night after the bars, they went back to the apartment and he became the first guy to fuck my wife. She didn't go into details, but said the first time was good, and they kept doing it for a few weeks before things fizzled out. I got the impression they both got what they were looking for from the relationship and moved on. Matt had a lot more sexual experience than I did in college, and had the reputation as a player. I think he cheated on every gf he had in college. By the time I moved in right before the semester, he wasn't taking her up to his room anymore. But I overheard him just pounding plenty of FWBs and one night stands from next door and now can't help but wonder if my wife got the same treatment. I also wonder if he overheard us fucking next door later that year, and was laying back thinking about how he was the first man inside her.

We eventually closed our tab and headed home. Once we were in the driveway, we kissed and I couldn't keep my hands off my wife.

"All this talk about sex get you going?" she giggled. "it did me too."

We went inside and she rode me enthusiastically on the couch until I exploded inside her. I've been thinking about it since then, so thanks for reading all this.