I wish I could impress on everyone just how 100% true this is. You won't believe me. But it is. Every word. (Except her name) Skip to the TLDR below if must but the l context is important. So enjoy.

My wife, Kate, and I were both raised very conservative and religious, and so we both lost our virginity on our wedding night. We found out very quickly that we were completely incompatible sexually. We were literally newlyweds, having about ten minutes of the most boring sex imaginable once a week. I'd cum. She'd cum occasionally too.

I tried SO many times to liven things up, but she was so traumatized by her 'purity' training that every time I tried to push her limits even a little she would tell me to stop. So ten minutes of missionary, once a week, was apparently my 'marital due'.

Divorce wasn't even an option until we finally got out of the church about 5 years later. We started going through the process, spent some time apart, but eventually decided to give it another try. We really did love each other, after all. That should be enough. But it wasn't.

Of course, we hit another rough patch a year or two later, and this time decided we'd continue living together, but we'd try "seeing other people". We each started dating. We were both still young, and it wasn't difficult to meet people for dates or even casual sex.

Kate had no trouble at all sowing her wild oats wherever the fuck she wanted. She was 25 years old, five foot five, and thicc but it's a really good way. DD tits and a bubble butt. Blue eyes, long brown hair with just a little curl at the end. Very pretty, and, after six years of marriage, practically still a virgin.

She may have gone a little overboard, to be honest. Her body count quickly reached a dozen. At one point, she had four different guys she who she would meet up with for casual sex. Let's just say her 'purity pledge' was definitely out the window. But it was the first time I'd seen enthusiasm from her about sex, and I had decided it was none of my business.

She met Michael after a few months, and started seeing him a lot, and then seeing him exclusively. Two or, maybe three times a week she'd spend an evening with him for what I assumed were normal dates. I knew there must be some sex involved. Sometimes she'd even stay the night, but rarely.

I could always tell when she was going to see him because she was literally giddy with excitement the whole day, and she'd come home practically blissful. Anytime one of them would have to cancel, she was visually disappointed and she'd be mopey the rest of the day. He was also fully aware of our living situation, and it seemed, to me at least, that they were getting serious. I didn't pry. She was happy, I was happy for her, and I had my own thing going on. Cool.

So, one day about four months in, seemingly out of the blue, Kate seduced me into the bedroom and we had the best sex I've ever had in my entire life, to this day. We made love nine times over the next six hours. She came at least a dozen times. I came four times. By the time we were done the sheets were soaked though and her hair was dripping with sweat.

I wasn't sure what had happened but we got back together. Our sex life instantly went from a 1 out of 10 to an 8. We had sex all over the house. In the kitchen, in the car, on the stairs. We'd have a quickie almost every day and spend at least an hour making love once every couple weeks. And she finally knew what she liked, and wasn't too shy to ask for it. Things I had timidly tried in the past and had been soundly rejected were now being demanded. Rough sex, hair pulling, ass slapping, eating her pussy, eating her ass, fucking her mouth, anal, and every sexual position we could think of.

After a few months, our sex life cooled back down to about a 5. And now, years later, it's back to about a 3. Lately, I've been trying to reignite things, and so I asked her about Michael. This is what she told me.

TLDR: What I had assumed were dates were actually just all night long sex marathons. "I don't think there's a single surface in his house where he didn't fuck me. On the bed, floor, couch, table, bar stool, stairs, car, balcony, bathroom counter, kitchen counter, stove, everywhere. And in every position you can imagine. He was a military guy, and he was incredibly strong. He'd toss me onto the bed like a rag doll. He'd control my body, making it so whatever he wanted. He'd sometimes picked me up and he'd fuck me standing up or maybe against a wall."

She'd go straight to his house from work 2-3x every week. He had a 'no panty rule' and insisted she remove her bra and panties before leaving the office. So she'd show up wearing only her scrubs with nothing underneath. (She's in healthcare.)

"But it didn't matter, I was always naked two minutes after I walked through the door then virtually every second I was with him. One time, I put my top back on. The first time he wanted to fuck me on his balcony because I was worried someone might see us, but he ripped it off half way through. Eventually that didn't even bother me anymore. I'm sure his neighbors could have seen me at any time. I was totally nude, bent over the railing, getting absolutely pounded from behind, (Lol) but I figured whatever it ain't my house."

They'd make love up to a dozen times for anywhere from 30-90 minutes at a time with breaks in between. She'd climax multiple times every time he had her. He'd usually cum 3 or maybe 4 times total. Once about half way through the night and then every time for the last 2 or maybe 3 times they'd do it that night. I asked her where he would cum. "Usually he'd cum in the condom, while he was inside me. He liked to time it so we'd cum together, at the same time. But he'd occasionally cum in my mouth, and... he'd 'make me' swallow it... Sorry." (She absolutely has never swallowed for me. Not once, ever.)

"Make you swallow it? How?" I asked her.

"I don't know. He would just make me. Like I couldn't think about it. I just did it. I remember one time, he had me bent over the table. He had my arms pinned behind my back and was pulling my hair really hard, and he was like really smashing my tits hard against the table. It was going to be one of the last times that night, so told him I was about to cum, so he could cum too. You know? He told me not yet, but it's not like I could help it. So, I came."

"He pulled out of me and then pulled me up by my hair. He forced me to my knees in front of him and took off the condom. Still holding a fist full of my hair he put his dick on my chin and told me to open my mouth. It was dripping wet and I didn't really want to suck it, but I opened up. He slid it in and out a few times, but then took it out and yanked my head backward, so my face was pointed looking up, like he was gonna cum on my face." (She had never let me cum on her face before.) "I closed my mouth, but he kinda tapped it on my lips and told me to open. So I did."

"He came all over my face and in my mouth. I gagged and tried to spit but he was still holding me by my hair. He wiped a bit of cum off the head of his cock on my lip, and kinda tapped it on my mouth like he was getting the last couple drops. You know? Then he was still holding me by my hair, he swept all the cum off my face, with his other hand, into my mouth."

"Then he just like gently closed my mouth with his finger, and told me to swallow, and, I don't know, I just did it. I swallowed it. I had to. He just had a way of making me do things. I honestly thought I was gonna puke, but, I don't know, I liked it. It was weird."

Ps - One more quick side note. He was the one who insisted on wearing a condom every time. She absolutely wanted him to take her raw if only he would have. And she even admitted that they only 'eventually' used a condom every time. He would usually 'play around a little' in her bareback for the first few minutes, and then stop and put one on. I asked her what 'play around a little' means, it sounds like it means full on balls deep vaginal penetration.

Shockingly, he never fucked her in the ass. I was eventually given the honor of deflowering the pink starfish, at her request, about a week later. But she had wanted him to, and had actually asked him to once. He declined. What a gentleman.