My wife and I have been married for eight years now. It is the second marriage for both of us. Her first marriage was when she was 20 years old to a college friend. That lasted 10 years until she divorced and ten spent two years singe until; she met me. We dated for two years before we tied the knot. She is 42 now. I am 54. I was married for 15 years and was single for 5 before meeting her.
When we were dating and for the first two years we were married she rarely talked abut former lovers, and was even more secretive about her ex. She only ever spoke of a few things regarding him. She said they grew apart but were still friendly. That he never went down on her once in all the years they were together. And that all things considered, I was a better lover. But the information about him changed quickly in our second year of marriage. She had gotten a wedding invitation to a friend and would out her ex was going to attend as well. She decided to give me some more info so I would not be shocked once we met in person.
It turns out he played football in college, is 6”4”, 260lbs, black, and works as a personal trainer now. I am 5’11”, 240lbs, and in no shape to be a personal trainer. I asked if the stereotype were true and if he had a big black dick but the wife would only smiled and said it did the job, just like mine did. That didn’t really sit well. She seemed sheepish when saying that. But until the day of the wedding that was all I had to go on.
The day of the wedding we arrived and sat on the brides side about eight rows back. I keep looking for her ex but he arrived after us and sat in the back row. Once the wedding ceremony was over we all mingled waiting for the reception to begin. It was at that point I say him for the first time when he walked up and introduced himself. He was huge both tall and wide. It was a bit shocking to think this walking tree had pounded my petite little wife for years. In fact, the more I thought about it the more it disturbed me for some reason.
I remember what it was like in college if you had a girl, you fucked every day, some times several times a day. And you experimented. Had she done anal with him? She never allowed it with me due to a “bad experience” once. Was that with him? Was this bastard the reason it was off the table now? I hated this guy almost from the start. I know now it was due to jealousy, but at the time I felt it was his fault, not mine.
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