My bf and I have been together for almost 4 years. He knows that I have a slutty past and for the longest time it was something I didn’t want to talk about with him. I guess I was just ashamed of it and thought he might look at me different. Even though he seemed to be turned on by the thought, and he would ask me to tell him about some of my….sluttiest moments. I still didn’t want to tell him.
Fast forward to now. We are dealing with long distance, I do travel work and for this current contract Im on he wasn’t able to come with me. That opened the door to an open relationship. I get to have my fun, he gets to have his. We tell each other everything and make sure we are completely comfortable. But he’s still been dying to know about my past experiences
I’ve finally agreed to tell him…a little bit at a time. The reasons being three fold as
1- I’m still a bit nervous to tell him everything so this way it doesn’t overwhelm him
2- If he loves it, I get to tease him and really get him wanting more
3- If he doesn’t enjoy it I can back off from it and not go into much detail anymore
We had a fun little FaceTime date the other night and I started off with one of my better slutty experiences. Or worse depending on how you look at it.
This was really the start of my slutty phase. I had a BF through most of highschool until my junior year. He was a senior. We broke up, he started dating a cheerleader. Blah blah blah. They got engaged not that long after they graduated. I wished them well but it always rubbed me the wrong way that he moved on to her so quickly.
After I left for college we never really talked anymore, which was fine. Then one night while I was home for Thanksgiving I got a friend request from him on Facebook followed by a message. We went back n forth a few times just catching up, but then he started to get a little flirty. I had been drinking that night so I went along with it. I was remembering a lot of old feelings for him. He started telling me that he missed me. Then I added him back on Snapchat…and sent him a picture of me naked in bed. The flirting quickly turned into messages about how badly he missed fucking me, how he wants to have me again.
I couldn’t resist, I told him to come pick me up. The plan was to go back to a spot we used to fuck at when we were in high school, you know nostalgia and whatnot. But the plans changed. We barely made it out of my neighborhood where he turned off into this old dirt road where no one goes. He told me he couldn’t wait and slammed on the breaks, throwing his car in park. He leaned over and we started making out. His hands moved all over the body he had been missing. I took off my shirt and he pushed his face into my boobs, kissing every inch of skin he could. He got out of the car and walked over to the passenger door, opened it, and grabbed the back of my head and forced me out all while unzipping his pants. He put me on my knees and pushed his cock into my mouth. I took every inch of him down my throat while he thrust into my face. I was ready to fuck though so I spit on his cock and stood up. I bent over the passenger seat, my ass sticking out of his car. He got behind me and pulled my shorts down to my ankles and slid inside of me. Thrusting in and out of me just like old times but with an extra naughty side of infidelity. This was the wildest thing I had done sexually, up to this point. I was fucking an engaged man on the side of the road.
He stopped and told me to get in the backseat so I did. He got in behind me and I straddled his waist, shoving my tits into his face. I took off my bra and he pulled his pants all the way down and I slid his cock back inside me. Bouncing up and down, as much as I could inside a car that is, we locked eyes. His hands clinched firmly on my ass I knew this man was about to cum.
“I want your cum. I want you to cum inside me” I screamed out. I could tell there was some hesitancy there but he also couldn’t resist his urge as he shot his load inside of me. Aaaaaand that’s when the post cum depression hit, for both of us. We had realized just how wrong we both were as he drove me back to my old house. There was a mutual understanding that this wasn’t going to happen again and that we wouldn’t speak of it.
I had finished telling my current boyfriend the story. He didn’t say much the entire time I was telling it. Just watched me with wide eyes and listening ears. I wasn’t sure what he thought. Did he love it? Did he hate it? Did he hate me? The silence was too much so I asked.
“Sooooo what did you think?”
He went on to tell me how hot he found it, and I was relieved to say the least. He is ready and eager to hear more of my old stories but I’m gonna space them out and make him wait.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qq8m7d/finally_telling_my_bf_about_my_slutty_past_pt1
Very hot 🔥
I remember finding out that my wife had cheated on me during 2 of her business trips some 15 years earlier! I was mad at first, but the more I pictured her getting railed by an older guy, the more I found it exciting! We had some of the best make up sex for the next several weeks!