How It All Started 34

I debated whether or not to write and share this series of stories for some time. After discussing it with my wife, I decided to share with her blessing. It took a long time for her to get to the point of being comfortable with me knowing what I now know and for her to talk about it too.

The series of stories that follow this prologue are stories of my wife Erin's sexual awakening when she was in college. The stories are as a result of me finding old sex videos of her and what she has told me about not just the videos and the people in the videos, but other stories of her past as well.

My wife and I had known each other for eighteen years and had been married for fifteen at the time of the my discovery. I should mention here that at no time during our relationship and marriage have I ever felt she was being unfaithful in any way, and I have always been faithful to her. We are and always have been a monogamous couple. But we have not known each other forever. The details of what happened with who before we met were always something I was curious about, but was never able to learn much about from her. Getting the answers all started with the Christmas decorations.

Erin likes decorating our house for the different seasons and the holidays that come with them. Christmas is her favorite. Each year she starts putting those decorations up the day after Thanksgiving. Fall of 2023 was no different as she excitedly started decorating for Christmas.

The decorations are stored in storage totes and bins in our attic along with some other totes of stuff too. Typical old stuff, old clothes, yearbooks, sports awards, pictures, letter jackets, and so on. Stuff that neither of us know why we are keeping, but yet still do. Occasionally she goes up there to take stuff up for storage or to rearrange stuff and make more room. I always help her bring the totes down from the attic when she decorates, that's my job.

Topping the attic steps, I noticed an out of place wicker style hand bag laying on the floor near a rafter brace. Even though the attic is storage space, she likes keeping things organized and in totes. The bag was out of place.

She had used the bag a few times, but it was not an item she used much. Nearing the bag there was a stack of papers topped with fading pictures that had been printed on plain old 8 1/2" x 11" printer paper lying on top in the bag.

Taking a moment to investigate, I grabbed the stack of papers and looked through the pile quick. The first few papers were old high school sports pictures that I had seen other copies of a few times over the years. The remaining papers in that pile were mostly junk. They consisted of old receipts, packing slips, old product directions, and other nondescript papers. By the looks of it, papers that should have been burned but somehow made it to the attic. My initial thought was that the bag was full of stuff she sorted out to get rid of, but forgot for some reason. Underneath the papers was a stack of about thirty pictures.

These pictures were printed on glossy 3"x5" photo paper. The dates printed in little tiny orange letters on the lower left corner of the photos indicated that they had been taken between her senior year of high school and during the beginning of her first semester of college. Most of the pictures I had seen at least once and I knew who a few of the people in them were. Chase, her old boyfriend from high school was in a couple as well as a few other friends I recognized from her neighborhood.

I had heard a few small details about Chase and Erin but nothing substantial or detailed. I did know that the two of them had broken up around the time or just before starting college.

Her first college roommate Jamie and two of her college friends that I had met were in the others. There were also a number of mostly girls and a few guys that I did not know in the pictures. Typical college party pictures, some drunken expressions here and there, her and her friends having fun, and group photos with dorm rooms, apartments, or the campus in the back ground.

The next items in the bag were two pairs of mesh athletic shorts bearing the name of her college on the legs. Pulling them out, an old school mini dvd r disc case had been wrapped up in the shorts and fell to the floor. Picking it up and inspecting it, I noticed that it had "2002" written on it. August 2002 was the date of her first semester of college. The disc inside the case was also labeled "2002". Neither had any other identifying marks on them. Setting it aside for the moment I returned my attention to the bag. In the bottom of the bag there were a bunch more pictures. The pictures in the bottom of the bag were more college pictures of the same type as the first stack of college pictures. The dates were strung out over her time in college.

With the bag emptied out, I returned all of the items to the bag and went back to getting the tubs of decorations out. Returning down stairs I asked Erin about the bag.

"Hey babe what's up with the wicker hand bag by the rafter brace?" I asked.

"Nothing really, it is some old stuff that I cleaned out of my storage tubs and meant to throw away. I forgot to because while I was up there the land line rang and I ran down to answer it." She replied smiling at me.

"Would you please get it and throw it in the garbage when you go up again?" She asked.

Smiling back I made a comment about the pictures, "It looks like there was a lot of fun being had in those pictures."

"Yes there was, and they are old pictures from along time ago." She responded.

Continuing on I asked, "Are there any old boyfriends in those pictures?"

She responded back, "The pictures are old and it really does not matter now does it?"

Not stopping when I should have, I continued on, "Is there anything good on the disc?"

There was a noticeable change in her demeanor, to an emotion I could not really place at the time. "Look just get the bag and throw it and the shit in it out." was her abrupt response.

I knew enough to stop at that point. Something about her tone and emotion had changed when the disc was mentioned. She was not mad, but she was not happy about my questioning. Not able to place the emotion that she had just shown, I went back to get more tubs of decorations for her.

Her response about the disc made me wonder what was on it. My curiosity peaked, I conveniently forgot to throw the bag and its contents out. She did not ask either. I wanted a look at the disc at first opportunity.

An opportunity arouse about two weeks later. Erin was out for dinner and drinks with friends from work. I went up to the attic and saw that the bag was still there. Grabbing the disc out of the bag, I searched around the storage containers and found the old equipment needed to play it on my laptop.

Plugging the remote disc player into my laptop, I inserted the disc and waited for it to load up. Clicking on it in the file browser allowed me to see its contents.

Initially it took me a few moments to visually process the imagines in front of me in the file browser. Exactly how much time passed I do not know for sure. After realizing what I was looking at, "Holy Fuck!" I remember saying out loud.

The emotions and feelings running through me at that moment were impossible to separate and individualize. There were too many and they ranged across such a broad spectrum that it was impossible to choose one. Sweating, goosebumps, unsettled stomach, and my heart was in my throat pounding all at the same time.

From the very first time we had sex, seven days after we met, I could tell she was very good at bed room activities and genuinely enjoyed bedroom activities. It made me curious where she learned the things that she knew.

The questions I would ask often got an eye roll or sometimes a very diplomatic answer that skirted the issue. "That was a long time ago and does not matter now. I picked you because I love you." Was a favorite answer of hers.

Some of my questions were about to be answered, while generating many, many more at the same time. The disc contained a number of videos, each thumbnail picture was of a person or persons engaged in a sexual act. That person was Erin. The disc contained a number of video clips of her having sexual encounters while she was in college for a year and a half.

I was able to watch two videos that night. Over the next 3-4 weeks I watched the remaining videos as opportunities allowed. All of the emotions and feelings aside, the videos were fucking hot. Watching them made me more aroused than I could remember being in along time. In addition to jerking off more in those 3-4 weeks than ever, my sex drive experienced a big up tick. She had to have noticed the uptick in my sex drive and arousal level during that time.

I was unable to contain myself about the disc. I just could not keep my mouth shut, and in the end of January slightly over six weeks after finding the disc, I told her about watching all of the videos on it.

"What the fuck!" She screamed at me.

"She is pissed!" I thought.

"I told you to throw that fucking shit out!" She continued yelling. "You are just never happy to leave stuff alone."

When Erin gets really mad she cries. In tears she stormed to the attic and returned with the bag. Removing the disc, she broke it into several small pieces. After breaking the disc, she threw the disc pieces, the bag, and all of the contents into the wood stove. Slamming the wood stove door and still crying she left and went upstairs. I stood there, smart enough to keep my mouth shut for once. There was nothing I could say at that moment to make things better.

The next few weeks seemed a little dicey. The roller coaster of many emotions was taking her on a ride. She was mad at me for snooping and finding the disc. Another one of her worries was that it would negatively affect how I felt about her and damage our great relationship. She was apologetic and embarrassed that I saw it, never intending for anyone else to see it. She was also mad at herself for not taking care of the disc long ago. At times she even seemed okay with it.

With time and patience we worked through those emotions. I knew some of the things I was curious about now, but I had even more questions also. I was extremely excited about the disc and what I could learn about her from it. Not just things about her, I was hoping to use the information to better serve my wife, whom I loved very much. She could tell that I was very interested in her past but also unfazed in my love and commitment to her. Eventually we got to point of being able to discuss why the disc was still in existence when I found it, 18 years after the last video on it was made.

"I always tried to be low key about it, not wanting to draw attention to it around you. Every time I thought to get rid of it, something would come up and distract me. With it being in the attic when we moved in here, it was out of sight out of mind mostly." She explained.

When she moved home from college, it had just gotten thrown in the back of her desk with other photography and video equipment. At that time she was still adding to it on occasion. The day that we moved her out of her mom's house in 2007, she saw it and reminded herself that she wanted to get rid of it. She did not grab it that day because I was helping her move and she did not want to draw attention to it. The tub it was in went straight from my truck bed into the attic when we moved into our house that day. It remained there until the day that she was cleaning out tubs and she discovered it was still there.

Remembering what it was and that she wanted to toss it, she grabbed the old bag that she never used anymore and threw all of the stuff she was getting rid of into the bag with intentions of throwing it out. As she was finishing in the attic that day, our land phone line rang and she left the attic in a hurry to answer it leaving the bag and it contents near the rafter brace. The disc was accidentally saved from the garbage can once again.

Over the next few months she began to ease up a bit and eventually she started sharing small pieces of information about her experiences prior to meeting me. Some names here and few vague details there gradually led to her opening up more and more, though really specific details did not come yet.

Those came months later when the grass was green and the trees had full leaves. We were sitting on the porch one evening having drinks, just enough drinks to be silly. I remember her saying, "Well you want it, you are going to get it whether you like it or not". Meaning all of the details that I was seeking.

That evening she told me a lot. She started at the beginning of her experiences. "I had dated Chase about half of high school. I am not sure why. We got along fine and everything, but I was not head over heels for him. We never did anything intimate the end" She started telling me.

Her relationship with Chase was more of a status thing than anything. It was so that they both had someone to go to dances with and other school events. They both had enough doing on to keep their free time at a minimum. She was busy with and focused on sports, and he had a job.

Erin was 19 when she graduated, and Chase was 18, about 6 months younger than her. After graduation, they had more freedom and independence than they had experienced to date. The independence and free time led to them exploring themselves in ways they never had. It began with more intimate kissing, it was followed up with petting and intimate touching.

"Eventually we had sex. It was my first sex and as far as I knew his too. It was not great but it was not bad either. It was something I knew had the potential to be better and thought would get better with him." She recalled.

They had sex probably five or six more times through out the summer but her hope of it getting better never came to fruition.

"In all the times we had sex or fooled around he never made me cum. It was always about him. We also just did not have really great chemistry together." She said shaking her head.

A game changer for Erin happened the first week of August, three weeks before she was to leave for college. "I learned that Chase was having sex with other girls while he was out of town working. His job with the food vender took him out of town on the weekends. He was sleeping with other girls while away. He had been all along!" She remembered.

Understandably, Erin was very upset at first. But in a short time she realized that she and Chase were never going anywhere as a couple long term anyway.

"We never were going to be a life long couple, we just were not. What was the point in dwelling on it? It was a perfect chance to go our separate ways. Even though it was not the best relationship, it was not bad either, and I learned a lot about myself through our time. It has helped shape the person I am today."

Erin moved on from that quickly, and the weekend before she was to leave for college an experience changed sex for her. At a small gathering of friends she ended up talking with a guy that she knew, but had never really hung out with.

I listened to Erin tell about the encounter without interrupting her.

"It was so easy to talk to Geoff, we seemed to hit it off really well. As the afternoon and evening wore on we were flirting pretty hard. It was getting late and time for me to head home. I said my good byes to all of my friends and I left the pool area to go in and change, then head home. Geoff followed me in saying he wanted to use the restroom. We were flirting as we headed to the basement where there was a bathroom and adjoining changing room.

Just as I was going into the changing room, he grabbed my right hand with his left hand, spinning me to face him and pulling me back to him with his right hand reaching around my waste. His touch on my skin was electric. When he leaned in to kiss me, the kiss pushed me over the edge. I knew I wanted him right then and there. Kissing him back and pushing him toward the couch we sort of spun as we went. I ended up underneath him as we landed, our lips still locked.

Shifting to his knees on the floor he positioned himself between my legs while I lay back on the couch. Pulling my bottoms down he started kissing my pussy with his lips, then french kissing it with his tongue. As he did so, he started working his fingers in slowly and carefully. Making out with my pussy and his dittling fingers rocketed me straight to orgasm.

I had never cum at someone else's hand before. This was my first time cumming with a guy. His mouth and fingers were amazing. I came so hard, not once but twice. It all happened so fast from his first touch, to my second orgasm. As my second orgasm subsided he stood up and started to slide his penis into me. I was lost in complete ecstasy.

This was also the first time that someone entered me bare, with no condom. Chase and I had always used condoms. The warmth and intimacy of the feeling was incredible and added to the sensations I was feeling.

He started to fuck me confidently and with purpose. As his cock tip worked my g-spot, he used his thumb to rub my clit. The combination of his perfect upward angle and thumb action sent me over the edge again. Another first for me, I came from sex. I had never cum from Chase penetrating me.

Having experienced Chasing cumming enough times, I knew that Geoff was about to. That I was not on birth control yet never entered my mind. I was enjoying the feeling of him fucking me bare and was completely lost in the moment. As my third orgasm subsided, he was breathing deep and hard.

I would have gladly enjoyed him cumming in me at that moment. Looking back however, fortunately he had the good sense not to. He quickly and frantically pulled out unprompted. As he did the first two squirts of cum erupted hands free. One landing on the bottom side of my right breast, the other on my tummy between my breast and belly button. Using his own hand he finished stroking himself through the rest of his orgasm not spilling anymore on me. He was unsure if I would like it on me or not. I would have loved it I told him.

As we caught our breath for a moment, he reached down and started gently cleaning me up with his towel.

The ten minute encounter with Geoff was everything I had hoped for and more in what sex should be at that point in my life. It was intense, intimate, sensual, and our chemistry together was amazing. After gathering ourselves, we both left out the front door to go home to our houses. I remember it fondly as one of my favorites.

It set the stage and wet my appetite for more sex for fun. That night made my wants and desires for good sex grow exponentially. I wanted that again and more often. Heading off to college I knew there would be chances to do it again."

I interrupted her at that point asking, "What about Geoff?"

"We had sex more times when I was home from college. Anytime I was home I tried to see him, it was always good. He left for the Air Force six months our first encounter so it ended then." Erin told me.

She continued on telling me about her past that night and has told me more at other times since. She has told me about how her first college roommate suggested making the first video, about the videos on the disc and the people in them, as well as some other experiences not videoed and some other people not on the disc. She has become comfortable with sharing her past experiences now that she knows I like them.