' Her Prior Husband ' ...Revelations whispered in the dark

[Bertram W Bronson]

“The Prior Husband”

Another wife fantasy,

By: Bertram W. Bronson


I suppose a guy always wonders about a prior husband or that pimply-faced high school boy who finally got into his wife's pants. Hubby probably has a swirl of intriguing images in his mind… likely they're very blurry images of where it happened… how it happened.

And of course she’s always a little evasive… how many guys… how many times, maybe it was on the back seat of his old car… maybe on her school-girl bed with her skirt pushed up…

We were at San Francisco bay, sitting on a little bench. It’s called Fisherman’s Wharf, that crowded tourist place where the trolley cars turn around. The July day was sweltering hot… people lining up for ice cream at one of the outdoor vendors.

“Sweetie,” she asked. “Buy me one… a strawberry cone.”

I left her sitting alone on the bench and stepped over to the short waiting line. Looking back at this lovely creature that is now my wife, I noted how the sun glistened on her beautiful long hair.

Sitting alone, long-legged, blonde and blue-eyed, she was a sweet little package of eye-candy for the young guys passing by.

A few men were sneaking glances down at her nicely tanned bare knees, their eyes flicking between her knees, trying for a glimpse of white panty crotch. With her innocent blue eyes averted, she sat holding her short skirt down, awaiting my return. We’re married two years now and I love her shy sweetness more with each passing day.

I handed the ice cream cone to my little darling. “Thank you honey… ohh my God it’s hot,” she murmured.

We sat watching the crowd passing by, lots of handsome guys and no shortage of sweet little MILF’s holding their little ones by the hand, proud hubbies at their sides. My wife took a little slurp of her melting ice cream and exchanged smiles with an exceptionally pretty little child. She glanced at me, big blue eyes looking into mine.

“Sweetie, have you thought about it?” she asked.

“Uh, about what?”

“A child… about us having a baby?”

I thought for a moment about her short-lived prior marriage. It had not produced a child, but it had produced those intriguing images in my mind. My wife's eyes followed the young mother and her little blonde child as they moved along.

“Could we darling… could we have a baby soon?”

“Mmmm, I guess it’s about time.” I said.

She squeezed my hand. “I love you sweetie,” she whispered. A little trickle from her strawberry ice cream had dribbled down onto her dainty fingers… a little pink tongue flashed out… with a sweet shy smile, she licked it up with the point of her little pink tongue…

I watched her licking her fingers… then her warm tongue wiping in dainty little swirls around the tip of the ice cream cone. An image of her prior husband flashed into my mind… his handsome young cock, her pretty mouth, her warm saliva glistening on the head of his pulsing stiff cock.

Don't know why a thought like that will jump into my mind, or why the thought is so intriguing, but I've always wondered how he made love to her. She was very young and shy and I've wondered if she sucked his cock… how often she may have wiped that little pink tongue across the head of his cock.

Sometimes while we’re making love, a little vacant spot appears in my mind… a space where these speculations morph into images and occasionally, I allow my imagination to dwell.

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Their late-teen marriage had been a frivolous mistake. I'd seen pictures of her prior husband, a handsome, young, virile looking guy, and luckily, their few months together had not produced a baby. She, an innocent seventeen, he was nineteen, a decent guy, but both far too young for a lasting marriage. It lasted only ten months.

But she was “his” then… his little gold band was on her finger and the mathematics frequently sneak into my thoughts… ohh my God in those few months he must have screwed my pretty wife-to-be at the very least a hundred and fifty times. Probably at least three or four times a week… maybe even more. I can’t seem to stop my mind from multiplying the numbers and then I can’t shake the images out of my head, images of his spermy fluids dribbling from her wet pussy or his sperm on her pretty pink tongue.

In our bed, she sleeps in a little cotton nightie and no panties… it prances before my eyes, the images of them in bed kissing, his cock stiffening against her belly… her knees parting as he rolls my wife-to-be onto her back… the head of his cock searching for the little warm crease of her cunt. So in my mind I've watched the prior husband fucking her… with eyes squeezed shut, I've watched some of the dozens and dozens of times he had her. And my mind never lets me look away until it’s over, till she rolls over and goes to sleep with his sperm leaking out into her curly tuffs of pubic hair.

He was her ‘first’ and the curiosity invades my mind… what was she like making love with him? She was so very young and timid… I wondered if she ever blushed when she slipped her panties off under their bed sheets. Did orgasmic spasms ripple through her belly; did she sob and cry out? At night in bed, in those breathy moments we whisper little intimacies and finally one night, I dared the question.

“Darling… what was it like with him?”

“You mean…?”

“Mmmm, in bed… making love. Was it different with him?”

“Mmmm, I suppose… somewhat different.”

“Did you do it very much? Can you tell me about it?”

“Oh sweetheart… why would you ask such a thing?

“Just, well just curiosity… I’ve just wondered about it.”

She was silent for several minutes. Having stepped over the line I was nervous. Did she think I was jealous, maybe insecure? How could I just say thoughts of her with him excite me, that I was developing a fantasy of seeing her with another man? She slid next to me under the covers, her pretty head next to mine on the pillow.

“Darling, are you troubled by this… I don't know what to say.” She nuzzled her warm face against my neck, “I love you so much. I just don't know what to say… or what you want to hear, or… or why.”

“No, I'm not troubled… just curious and, well it'd be interesting to know and…”

“Well, you know we were very young and we thought we were in love… so I guess we… well we did it quite a lot…”

“Most every night?” I struggled to keep the tremor out of my voice.

“Mmmm, I guess so… and from time-to-time in the morning.”

“Other places too?”

“Uh-huh… a few places.”

“Like where?” I murmured.

“Uh, well… once or twice on a blanket at Santa Monica beach.”

“In the dark? It was at night?”

“Late evening… not many people around and he… well, he pulled my bottoms down a little a slipped his penis in from the back…”

“What was his…?”

I paused, drew a breath and somehow dared to finish the question. “What was his penis like?” My voice was strained, my excitement obvious. “Was it like mine… same size as mine, or bigger?”

“Oh my God… darling, how can I answer such an embarrassing thing… it was, well just different.”

“Longer?”

“Mmmm, I guess… a little.”

“Was the end of it thicker?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you like the feeling of it… when…?”

I felt her stir on the pillow, her lips against my cheek. “Darling, your voice is quivering,” she whispered, “is this exciting for you… to ask me these things, intimate things about his penis…?”

I felt my face flush. There was nowhere to go… just admit it. “Yeah,” I mumbled, “it’s exciting for me to know… to hear you tell me.”

“Ohh my god… really?”

“Uh-huh…”

"Well you know we made love, but you mean, ah, you want the details?”

“Sort of… yeah, about what he did to you, how if felt and things like that?”

“Oh darling, won't you be a little jealous, a little hurt if I tell you… things?"

“Let’s talk a little… sort of clear it up in my mind. Call it satisfying my husbandly curiosity.”

“Well… he… he was at me all the time, wanting to… to do it.”

“Not just at bedtime?”

“Uh-huh… like in the afternoon sometimes.”

“What then? He'd take your clothes off?”

“Mmmm, or he'd just lift my skirt and put his penis under the elastic of my panties… like just hold the crotch aside. He liked to catch me near the bed and pull me down… and… you know…”

“… and push his penis in?”

“Mmmm… lots of times he did that.”

“Was that nice for you, exciting, to be grabbed near the bed and… and quickly fucked?”

“Ohh darling, that’s crude, but, well… I kind of liked it when... when that happened.”

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So in the weeks and months that followed we whispered in bed. The talks gradually became more erotic, more reveling. We talked about her with another man, letting me watch. Gradually my excitement fed hers; her answers about her prior marriage were now whispered in my ear with little panting breaths…

“Yes darling, it was long… his penis was long.”

“He fucked you in bed every night?”

“Mmmm, sometimes… and then again in the morning. I’d go pee and then he'd pull me back under the blankets… and his penis would be hard again…”

I knew from our intimate pillow talks he had a foreskin. I thought of her smooth dainty fingers drawing his skin down… the bare head fattening in the cooler air… then his gasp of breath as her warm mouth closed over his cock. My eyes fixated on her pretty lips, her pearly white teeth. “Did you suck his cock?” I whispered.

“Uh-huh… sometimes.”

“Can you tell me about it… about sucking his cock?”

“It was a nice penis, long with a nicely shaped head.”

I thought of her warm mouth on his cock… the head of it wet with her saliva. “Tell me how you sucked his cock,” I whispered.

“Oh God darling… I'd just press his foreskin down and lick the pink head… it was pink and bare and smooth under my tongue. And then I'd suck it softly and slowly, until he…”

“…until he came in your mouth?”

“Mmm humm, sometimes, but sometimes… he… he just pushed his penis into me to finish. Darling… this excites you doesn’t it… talking like this?”

“Uh-huh. Sweetheart, I'd really like to see you with another man… watch you fuck with some good-looking young guy. Would you like to try it; let me sit next to the bed and watch?”

“On our bed?”

“Mmmm, would you like to… see how it would feel to do it while I hold your hand?”

“Uh-huh, maybe… if you really want me to………..”

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The end… or is it the beginning of something more?
BWB

[sirenseeker]

Do we want more of your new saga? Can one ever have enough of Shakespeare? You're the best!

[jack7829]

Just outstanding as are all your stories

[sirenseeker]

But don't forget, BWB, that your epic saga "The Wife Watcher's Party", is still due a Part 6 - which should be totally salacious and scintillating!!

[leader7688]

FABULOUS!!! MORE, please.

[shapes_83]

Wow, so concise, so erotic.

The foreskin details drive me crazy! What a tender lover her former husband must have been -- what a foreign creature! Can you imagine his skin getting caught on her labia as he pushes inside, then "blossoming" back as his long penis slid all the way inside her?

PLEASE write a follow-up!

If anyone else is interested, voice you support! Bert, don't leave us hanging!

[Kenny11]

Enjoyed your story. I can relate to it. You want to know but still you are unsure about the answers you might get. I believe that most wives will consider their husbands feelings and if necessary alter the facts some what if necessary.

[Gary]

I agree with Kenny11, that most wives would modify the actual facts a little. Maybe to protect the husbands feelings and also maybe so they don't have to admit to some of the kinkier things they might have done..

[demonic1000]

I really like this one, please continue =)

[wingman]

First one of your stories I've read in a long time. I forgot how much I like them

[OOAA]

A great old story from a fantastic classic writer