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Sitting on the steps in front of her house on a warm summer afternoon, my wife to be turned to me and said, nervously, that she needed to tell me something. We had been dating three or four months by then and were overwhelmed by our feelings for each other. We had not yet had sex but were well into exploring every inch of each other’s bodies with our hands.

I look into her eyes and see she is doing her best to hold back tears. I can not imagine what it could be and fear she is about to break up with me. I knew I’d never recover if that happened.

Blinking back her tears, she said, “I have to tell you this. I’ll understand if you never want to see me again, but you have to know before we get more involved so you can go if you want to. I might not be a virgin. I don’t know.” She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I think she expected me to get up and walk away.

I put my arms around her and ask her, ” That’s ok. But how would you not know if you’d had sex or not?”

She explained that her father is an alcoholic (which I already knew), and told me more about her life growing up. When her father was drinking, which was at all times, he can be very cruel. While she had never been physically abused (not even spanked as a child), she had been emotionally abused. She, and her mother and siblings were even threatened with a shotgun at one point.

Her mother hadn’t really been much help either. When her father went places, like the store, she made my wife go with him. She wondered that by sending her he couldn’t stop at bars and drink. Of course, she was wrong. He simply took his little girl into the bars with him and made her sit quietly while he drank. She not only had to look after her younger siblings, but try to babysit he drunk father, who was especially mean to her.

Our dating had kind of rescued her from the situation, and, in fact would lead her father to stop drinking before we were married.

She further explained that she had even contemplated running away or killing herself but didn’t have the courage.

One summer she was able to get away and visit family out of state. She stayed with an aunt and uncle who had a couple of male children a little older than her. There were other cousins in the area as well, most of them male, but a few females.

During this stay her cousins took her to a party, and there was a lot of alcohol there. She decided she wanted to drink as a way of getting even with her father. She drank enough that she kind of blacked out and didn’t remember what had happened.

I said, ” But that doesn’t mean you had sex.”

She goes further. What she does remember was people making out, including her. She remembers someone feeling her tits and a hand on her crotch. She didn’t know what happened after that. The next thing she remembered was waking in bed at her cousin’s house in just her panties. She didn’t know if she’d had sex, but she wondered she might have.

She told me, ” I can’t hide this from you if we are going to be together. I’d understand if you hate me now”

I told her I wasn’t going anywhere. Of all the things I cared about in the world, she was at the very top, a long way from anything else. Whether or not she was a virgin wasn’t even on the list. I held her for a while and made sure she understood how much she meant to me, and she had nothing to worry about.

Was she a virgin? I still don’t know, and I still don’t care. But when she explained all this I figured out where she had learned to kiss, our first kiss had been a full on, mouth open tongue twisting French kiss, which had surprised me from someone I believed had never dated. It also seemed to explain her apparent comfort with my hands being all over her so early on. I’m pretty sure this is where her killer handjob came from.

As far as someone getting in her pussy, well, I figure fingers for sure, probably more. However, I am 99.9% sure I was the first one to fill her with cum. Given her astonishment at how much cum there was and that it leaked out and made such a mess, well, if that had been her condition when she woke up, she would have known for sure she wasn’t a virgin anymore.

That she wanted me to know all this, even though she wondered I would break up with her meant a lot, There was never any doubt on my part that there was nothing that could come between us.

As far as I’ve ever been concerned, the first time she really had sex was with me. Neither one of us has forgotten that time.

NSFW: yes

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