Hotpast Revelations

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He learns a new story about his wife’s past.
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"Never have I ever gone skydiving."

"Oh come on, Claire, that's such a basic one to start off with!" Natalie complained.

"Okay well it's hard to be the one to start!" Claire protested back. "It was Jenna's idea anyway, I don't know why she got to pawn off starting it."

I took another sip of my drink, sitting back in the outdoor swing with my wife Sabrina next to me, our thighs touching lightly. It was funny watching the friends squabble with each other.

"Fine, I'll go," Jenna cut in. "You're right. Never have I ever... killed an animal."

I put down my finger: hunting with my uncle when I was 14 or 15. Shane, the other husband in the group, put his finger down as well.

"Of course it's just the guys," Natalie tssked. Jenna was the only one in the group of six who'd been skydiving, so the three of us had nine fingers left.

"Your turn," I replied, taking us in order around the group. Everyone else sat in their own individual chairs, me and Sabrina lucky enough to have snagged the two-seat swinging couch.

"Okay," Natalie said with a glimmer in her eye. "Never have I ever blacked out."

"Ugh that's a good one," Sabrina replied from next to me; every person beside Natalie put their finger down.

"Yeah bitch, I know," Natalie replied confidently and took another big sip of her canned margarita.

"Better be careful or you won't be able to say that for much longer," her husband Shane joked.

If we were at the stage of the night where we were playing high school drinking games, I would definitely say that was true.

But when you're in your late 30s and have a weekend alone without kids or work, you try to take advantage.

The four girls were best friends. My wife Sabrina and her friend Claire had been inseparable from their childhood, and when she moved to the same city as Claire after college, she was quickly incorporated in with Claire's other friends Natalie and Jenna.

Shane, Natalie's husband, and I were honorary members at this point, and had more than enough practice being "one of the girls."

And it was fun. Don't get me wrong; I loved beer and football weekends, but every once in a while it was fun to just watch reality tv, play silly games, and drink a spiked lemonade.

So a little weekend getaway to Jenna's (or her parents', technically) mountain cabin outside the city was a great opportunity to indulge in that side a little.

Besides, an 8-year-old and 5-year-old don't give Mommy and Daddy too much time for fun. So the occasional times when we could drop them off with my parents and relax were very, very necessary.

Naturally, that maybe meant a little overindulgence in drinking. I was already solidly buzzed, and I could tell pretty much everyone else in our cabal was even further along than I was.

Especially Natalie. Her cheeks were flushed and her words were already coming out a little slurred.

"Oh shut up," she said back to her husband.

Everyone had gotten up to the cabin in the afternoon, enough time to do a big grocery run, settle in for dinner, and then come outside to the fire pit for smores and drinks. Natalie had made everyone take a celebratory shot as a cheers for the weekend.

Shane chuckled at his wife before adding his: "Never have I ever kissed a guy."

All the girls put a finger down with groans. I put a finger down as well, leading to long stares from everyone but Sabrina, who had already heard this story.

"I kissed a friend in college as a joke, just fucking around. But I can say I've done it," I explained without prompting. "Never have I ever driven a boat."

A few fingers went down, and it was Sabrina's turn. She was pretty good at hiding her lack of sobriety, but I could tell exactly how drunk she was from the slightly glazed-over look on her face.

"Never have I ever been to a live sports game."

The circle continued, fingers dropping progressively. Mostly innocuous, and we finished off the game with Claire losing. Or winning? I guess it depends on perspective.

"Another round?" she suggested.

"Yeah but more fun this time," Natalie demanded. She had opened another drink. "Y'all have been doing boring ones. Get spicy! Come on, I want to have some fun."

"Okay Natalie, you start us off then," Jenna responded in kind.

"Alright. Never have I ever..." she paused for a second, contemplating. As if her own bar was a high one to clear. "Never have I ever masturbated to porn."

Shane and I glanced at each other, knowing that of course we were going to get taken out by that. My wife and Jenna did as well, leaving only Claire with Natalie.

"Alright," Shane paused. "Never have I ever put something inside me."

"Where?" Jenna asked.

"Like in a bodily hole. An orfa... offi..."

"Orifice," I offered.

"Yeah, that. Never have I ever put an object or thing inside an orifice."

Now it was the girls' turn to be targeted.

"Never have I ever had the cops called on me."

Unfortunately, no one put a finger down.

Sabrina's turn. I wondered what she was going to say, trying to think of all the things she'd never done.

I figured I knew what Sabrina's answers would be for all the questions; we'd been relatively open with each other about sex, and tried to be decently adventurous and fun in bed. So it was fun to know how her answers would go before she even dropped the fingers.

There were definitely a good amount of options for her to choose from too, but I also didn't know quite *how* drunk she was, and how much she'd want to share. "Never have I ever done the rice purity exam thing."

"Drink!" Natalie said to herself, dropping a finger and drinking, along with everyone else but me.

"Wow how cute, guess you guys are the pure couple," Jenna needled with a laugh.

"I just think it's silly. I've had more than enough fun in my life," Sabrina replied. "I don't need to put an exact fucking number on it or something."

Now it was Claire's turn. Claire was definitely the most innocent and timid of the group. It was no surprise she'd had the least amount last time, and the least fingers down in this R-rated version too.

"Okay, never have I ever... gotten high," she almost whispered after a pause for debate, as if she were confessing a deep secret to the group.

"Girl what? Never?" Natalie seemed taken aback. Personally I wasn't that surprised. We weren't in a legal state and Claire wasn't the type I'd expect to have an underground dealer.

"Like, on weed or any drug?" Shane asked.

"Any drug," Claire clarified. "But that includes weed."

"You should try it sometime," Natalie advised. "It's pretty nice."

Sabrina and I had partaken in smoking with Natalie and Shane on a select few occasions before.

"Maybe I will. I don't know, I just didn't really want to in college, and the occasion hasn't come up since then," Claire explained.

"Do you want to change that?" Jenna asked pointedly.

Eyes turned to her.

"What are you suggesting Jen?" my wife asked, giving me a sidelong glance.

"I maybe brought some edibles."

"Girl say less," Natalie declared.

"Would you want to try one?" Jenna asked Claire, arms wrapped around her knees, which were tucked up tight to her chest.

"I mean, sure. Why not?"

"Okay, cool. I'll get them," Jenna stated matter-of-factly.

Sabrina gave me a quick glance and tried to convey something that I couldn't quite mind-read. We communicated pretty well, but talking just in eye movements was tough for anyone.

"Is this an open invitation?" Sabrina asked, and I understood what she was getting at.

"Sure, for whoever wants one," Jenna said, and looked around the group.

"Yeah sure, I'm down," I said as nonchalantly as I could when Jenna's eyes fell on me. I definitely didn't want to turn them down but also didn't want to seem greedy.

"Might as well if everyone else is," Shane added.

Jenna scampered off back into the house. Sabrina leaned further into me on the swing in the wait, and I wrapped an arm fully around her, hugging my wife close to me, feeling her natural warmth and the subtle movements of her body with each breath.

Jenna returned quickly, and gave each one of us what appeared to be nothing more harmful than a fruit gummy.

Claire paused briefly before eating hers.

The game continued on as normal.

Never have I ever done coke. Been to a strip club. Done shrooms. Subscribed to an Onlyfans.

The pressure came with each successive turn to try to one-up the person in front of you.

"Gone down on a girl," came Sabrina's turn.

Joined the mile high club. Had a one-night stand. Kissed someone ten years older. Kissed someone ten years younger.

Sabrina and I exchanged looks for each question, knowing our answers together already. I recalled all of our lurid experiences together, and the few stories from her single days that she'd told me in passing over our years of marriage. We knew each other inside and out, and it was fun to see the confirmation of that in how well we could answer for each other, and help prevent the other person from losing too.

After another cycle or so, and progressively steamier questions, the buck had passed around back to me, and Sabrina had one finger still up, as did Natalie.

Naturally I was going to try to eliminate Natalie first, and I tried hard to imagine what I knew Sabrina hadn't done, but Natalie might have. Especially with the ground we'd covered, pretty much anything was on the table.

"Never have I ever had sex in public."

It was something Sabrina and I had talked about on a few occasions, and we both liked the idea, but she was petrified that if we did it, a kid would see us and she would feel mortified.

So it stayed tucked away as a potential fantasy.

I paused, hoping for Natalie's finger to drop. But she remained firm, just one pinkie in the air.

When I saw Sabrina's finger go down though, I couldn't help the look of confusion that crossed my face.

"I lose," she declared, and looked over at me, reading my expression, and giving a shrug. "Oh well."

She looked away back to the group, quicker than usual, like she knew I wasn't expecting that answer.

"Such a kinky girl," Jenna teased. "Alright, who wants to play again? Or something else?"

Everyone began debating what to do next, but I sat in silence, mind wandering.

I thought I'd known all the crazy things Sabrina had done before me. There weren't a ton, she was a relatively normal girl, but still. Especially when we'd directly talked about that fantasy or possibility before.

How could she not have mentioned it? And what could have happened?

Scenarios started running through my head, none of them particularly innocent.

I watched Sabrina discuss with the others, but the conversation was white noise in my ears. All I could do was imagine my wife bent over in public somewhere, covertly hooking up. Or maybe on her knees.

It was a strange thought, mostly because I'd never had to imagine Sabrina with anyone else before, or ponder over her past. But some part of it was definitely hot.

After all, she was the person I found sexiest in the world. And imagining her getting fucked, especially in public, was pretty sexy.

Even if I was now very curious about the situation, confused why she would have kept it a secret before, and a little jealous of whoever had done it with her.

The cocktail of emotions still couldn't prevent my dick from surging slightly in my pants at the thought. I tried to clear my head, adjusting in my seat and re-focusing on the conversation.

Ultimately, we couldn't agree on what to do. Everyone's edibles had hit, and Claire was now feeling very tired; Jenna, Shane, and a still-quite intoxicated Natalie wanted to watch a movie.

The horniness in my brain, mixed with the alcohol and edible, was definitely making me want to steal Sabrina away to bed. But I couldn't exactly say that to everyone.

Luckily, she said she was tired and wanted to skip the movie as well, so we sauntered inside and split from everyone else as we made our way to the bedroom.

Neither one of us wanted to go through a whole nighttime routine, and slipped down to just underwear and a t-shirt to climb into bed.

"Did you have fun tonight sweetie?" Sabrina asked me, rolled over on her side to face me with her head propped on a hand.

"Yeah of course, it was very relaxing. Did you?"

She took a deep breath. "Yeah it was fun. Did you enjoy the game?"

"It was pretty fun," I admitted. "I don't think I've played since college. Definitely very revealing."

"I know," Sabrina agreed. She leaned in a little closer to me. "It definitely got me in some kind of mood to do something."

A gleam I had become very familiar with sparkled in her pale blue eyes.

"Oh? I thought you said you were tired and wanted to go to bed?" I retorted, half-teasing and half-confirming that what she'd

said outside was a cover.

"Hmm, I did want to go to bed. Just not to sleep."

We leaned in closer to each other, the dim lamp on my bedside table the only light in the room.

"What do you want to do then? Instead of sleeping?"

"This."

She leaned forward and kissed me, and damn if every kiss from her didn't still feel as good as the very first one.

"Hmm, that sounds like a good idea," I murmured in between kisses, and our mouths worked in tandem to explore. It was effortless, the chemistry of having done it thousands of times before.

Sabrina's tongue snaked out first, tracing my lips and just teasing my mouth before I parted my lips and let our tongues wind and dance around each other.

Already I could feel my cock surging in my underwear, and in a swift movement I pulled Sabrina on top of me. She giggled and stared deep in my eyes, grinding her hips down so her crotch rubbed against my bulge through my boxers.

"Someone's ready to go already," she concluded with a smile.

"You are too," I replied, feeling the heat from her crotch and knowing that there would be a damp patch there too.

"We'll just have to take care of that then," she whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Her lips fell on my ear and kissed it, flicking her tongue around delicately before licking down the side of my neck.

Her hands traced over my body, feeling my shoulders and arms, as her lips dotted kisses and little licks over my neck and jawline, catching the stubble that covered the region.

I closed my eyes and let my hands rest gently on her ass, feeling my wife's tight butt fit perfectly in my grasp. I let her do the rest for now, kissing my cheeks and nose, then engaging me in another hot, wet kiss.

She grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me just in my boxers. Her kisses returned to my neck while her hands roamed up and down over my chest and torso, fingers running through my chest hair.

I could practically hear her purr. We weren't super crazy or anything in bed, but Sabrina loved to be a giver, and had perfected her skills over the years.

As I felt my body relax fully into the soft sheets and melt away into her kisses and touch, my brain started to drift. Back to that thought of her, in public. She loved being a giver so much; was she down on her knees for someone? Sucking him off, thrilling in the risk?

Try as I might, that image dominated my thoughts, making my cock throb responsively. Sabrina's mouth was down to my chest, licking briefly over my nipples, before continuing deeper, sliding further down the bed.

Inching painfully slowly, every kiss electrified my skin, and her hands rested on my thighs as she positioned herself nicely between them. Her mouth had reached right down to my underwear line.

I heard her withdraw, and knew she would be tying her hair back into her BJ bun, as she called it. When I felt her hands back on my body, they were tugging my boxers down my legs until I was fully naked.

"God I will never get tired of seeing that cock," she purred. I could feel myself sticking straight up, throbbing and leaking pre-cum at her teasing, the inflammatory conversation outside, and the taboo images of her that my brain was conjuring.

I didn't know what it was, or why I was suddenly turned on by picturing a past version of her with another man, but I couldn't shake the scenarios my brain was displaying on the inside of my eyelids.

Kisses crept up my thighs, first on one side, then the other. She really knew how to draw out the tease.

And then mercifully, I felt her mouth on the base of my dick. She kissed lightly first, dotting kisses up the length of my shaft until she reached my frenulum, and then finally my head.

"Leaking already," she teased, and her tongue flicked out to lap up the beads of pre-cum I could feel dribbling out. My dick twitched accordingly.

Her lips parted and in a swift motion, she took my cock into her mouth, enveloping my head in that sweet, wet, warm heaven. The only better feeling in the world was being inside her.

I couldn't help the groan that escaped my lips while Sabrina began to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of my length in with each rise and fall of her head. Especially not as I pictured her on her knees, doing just this, some time ago all while risking getting caught.

Her mouth worked over my shaft, retreating to my head to suck in and swirl her tongue around, before dipping back down until I tickled the back of her throat. She was an expert at this by now, and knew exactly how to push all my buttons.

On cue, one of her hands began gently teasing and playing with my balls, running her fingers over the sack and lightly squeezing while her mouth continued. It only took a minute of this to get me feeling close, the throbbing in my cock getting more intense and every sensation amplifying.

I could feel myself readying for release, and the closer I got the more intense the images in my brain became. I needed to know what happened. I couldn't just let my imagination run wild, I needed to hear her tell me.

I reached down and grabbed her bun, gently lifting her mouth off my dick. My eyes opened for the first time, observing my hard rod, glistening in her saliva, and her lips wet with the evidence as well.

She smiled and straddled me again, still in her t-shirt and panties. My dick brushed straight against her crotch, and I could definitely feel her wetness seeping through.

"Did that feel good?" she asked seductively, kissing me before I had a chance to reply. I kissed her back and tasted her deeply, the taste and smell of dick heavy on her breath.

"Of course it did," I responded.

"Good." She reached down and pulled the hem of her t-shirt over her head, exposing her glorious breasts.

"I have a question," I stated, my heart beginning to pound faster. I was a little nervous to ask her upfront.

"And what would that be?" she responded in her sultry tone.

"When did you do it in public?" I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant and chill as possible.

She paused for a second, seeming a little taken aback, before laughing. "Oh God, it was a really long time ago. When I was in college. I couldn't ever do it again."

"I know," I said, looking her in the eyes. I didn't want to press too hard, but the suspense was killing me. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"You really want to know?" she asked back, sounding more curious than anything else.

"Yeah," I replied, almost sheepishly. "It's definitely a fantasy of mine. And I know we aren't gonna do it. But knowing you have, I guess the next best thing is hearing about when you did. Imagining my sexy, stunning wife doing it," I added.

Sabrina sighed, and seemed to weigh it over for a second. I didn't want it to be too crazy, and my heart sunk as I thought maybe she was unsure.

"Okay. How much of the... details do you want to know?"

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