For years I lead a life of sexual abandon. Nothing was taboo and I would have sex at the drop of a hat, or clothing. My boyfriend at the time, whom I met when I was eighteen, enjoyed knowing about my sexual exploits as he fucked me. I'd tell him every detail of what I got up to each day, then have him lick out my pussy and arse with us both knowing I'd have someone else's cum all over me.
It began when I got drunk at a party and he allowed two much older men to fuck me. He told me the next morning what I'd gotten up to with the men, and how they'd both fucked my pussy and arse. I didn't believe him until he showed me the pictures he'd taken on his phone. I should have been angry, but instead I was incredibly turned on by it all. After seeing the pictures, we had sex and I literally sat on his face for ages making him lick my holes clean of any remaining cum.
From then on he encouraged me to have sex with others. And once he even tried to get me to have sex with his sister, but I hated her so nothing happened. I did however have sex with lots of girls without ever letting him know, as it was my way of keeping my sexual self to myself sometimes.
Year after year I'd find men or women and have sex with and then relate what had happened before he enjoyed his fetish of going down on me. You think of a place to meet other people, and believe me I've been there and found lots of people prepared to have spontaneous sex. In all and this is being conservative, I reckon by the time I'd reached twenty three I'd slept with well over two hundred and fifty different men and women.
During all that time I kept myself extremely fit by working as I did then in a gym. And I would guess over half of the people I had sex with, I'd have met them at the gym. Two of the managers were regular sexual partners of mine and both were married with kids. One of whom has the second biggest cock I've ever seen or had sex with.
Then a few months after my twenty third birthday, I lost my mother to breast cancer. It changed my hole perspective on life and I dumped my boyfriend, got a new job and decided things needed to change drastically.
Taking a whole series of tests for STD's I somehow found I was clear. I'd always been relatively careful, well to some degree anyway. But even so I was totally relieved when I found out my ex had become really ill because of an STD. (I think from his new partner). Life moved on for me and I remained single (My choice) for some time.
Dating two men and one woman over the last two years, I found I missed the harshness of some of the sex I'd had. Call it rough sex, or hard sex, or anything goes sex. Call it what you will, but I found I missed it when I dated those people. Then I met Cal after another break from dating. He's a really nice guy who's strangely wonderfully naive when it comes to sex. He's got a massive cock, a really massive cock and an ever lasting supply of sexual energy it seems. Yet it took me more than six months to get him to dominate me how I love to be fucked.
Last month I was out with Cal, one week after I'd accepted his proposal of marriage we bumped into one of my old gym managers. He thought Cal was just another one of my sexual conquests and began to talk about my old lifestyle in a "You still a slut" way. I could see Cal's demeanor changing and then wham, Cal punched him.
We walked off, but I could tell Cal had taken in some of what he'd said. That night in our house Cal asked me if the rumors were true about me. Someone he said had told him all about my old life and who I once had been. It hurt to hear him relay some of what he said, then he said the person's name. It was my old boyfriend who Cal had gotten his information off.
I was livid, but I was also scared Cal might end our relationship. But that's not what happened. Cal nearing midnight took me to bed, almost dragged me to bed. And fucked me like I'd always wanted him to, yet in doing so he treated me so bluntly. It wasn't him fucking me, it was my past. Well into the next day we carried on having sex and throughout he was rough with me.
Cal apologised to me the following afternoon when we rose from our bed. He said he'd been hurt by what my ex had told him. But there was no denying that was who I once was. Going over some of my past but not telling him everything, I related my views and feelings and told him that was the past and not how I lived my life now. I also told him just how very much I loved him.
Over the last few weeks it's not as if things between us have changed. Yes he fucks me a little more aggressively, but then I like that. He's even begun to tell me often, something he hardly ever did, that he loves me. It's something else I feel is different, and I just hope he's able to see I am a completely changed woman.
My past life was what it was and in the past it will stay. My only worry is something Cal said last week. He asked me if I'd ever sleep with another woman again. When I asked why, he said he found the thought of me returning to him after having sex with another woman, a total turn on.