Was your SO the best sex you ever had?

Yes and no. Yes, in the sense that sex with my wife has been the most loving, sensual, meaningful and fulfilling sex I've ever had. Every time feels special.

On the other hand, she is (don't tell her!) no way as experienced or experimental or down right freaky as some of the girls I've been with. What I did learn though very very quickly though, was while some of the sex was mind-blowing, it was meaningless and left me hollow.

I know which one I would choose every time.

 

I love the ones where it takes about an hour to get it all the way in.
Then you don't want to leave.

 

The best sex I've ever had was with my SO at the time. I think sex with someone you are really close to really makes sex better, as intimacy makes it easier to open up and be yourself.

 

With my current GF. I came to visit her after dinner out, we were making coffee in her kitchen and she got me onto the floor while coffee was cooling down.

 

I have great sex and not so great sex with every girl and guy I have been with.

 

Anyone who knows me knows I had to respond to this thread.

Although I had plenty of opportunities as a teenager...getting to third with four different women...I never "did it" until my now long-ago ex-wife. She was married and chased me until I gave up and said, "You got me. Let's move in together". I was in my mid-20s, and I'm now in my mid-60s. She's still the only woman I've ever lived with, and she was a freak. She was always, and I mean ALWAYS horny, always wet, and always ready for sex. Preliminaries were fine but were never needed. As a virgin, I had plenty of energy. Ex was very experienced and willing to do anything, anyplace, anytime, anywhere and do it constantly. She was a beautiful blonde who any man would have been turned on by, and I got off on the fact she got non-stop flirting and stares. The first three years we were together we had sex 4-6 times a day, every day. We fucked when we were sick. We fucked when we were tired. We fucked when we had a hard day at work. We fucked when she was on her period. We fucked in public. We fucked in other people's houses. Pre-VCRs, we would go to porn theaters and fuck while the movie played over us, drawing the raincoat crowd as observers. And damn, was she great at everything. Couldn't get enough. She hinted at anal early on, but I didn't take the bait until the last couple of years of the marriage, and by then we were down to 2-3 times a day. She turned out to be a total anal whore, and I so wish I'd done it earlier.

Sex was her life. Nothing else mattered. She was a big-time sex addict. We never missed a day for any reason. I was happy to be taken on the ride, to say the least. When it came down to it, we hardly had anything else in common, however. We were fucking so much we never noticed. One day she broke down and told me she had been raped by a guy at work. I was stunned, and through her tears we talked about reporting it and calling the police. She immediately changed her story, saying she had been having an affair with him and when she went to break it off, he raped her. Then it turned out he was jealous of all the boyfriends she had besides him. Of course, I had been oblivious to all of this. Yes, it turned out from the first moment we were together she was fucking other men every single second we were apart (We worked at the same place and had nearly identical schedules). She estimated well over a hundred in the five years we were together. I got her counseling, but when she fired her therapist, who wanted to have her committed, and proceeded to have affairs she didn't try to hide, I divorced her sorry ass. I was her second husband, and she went on to have four more. Last I heard, she is still with Number Six.

After she split town with boyfriend got only knows what number, her first husband wanted to get together with me for lunch. We had known each other as co-workers before I knew her. During the course of lunch, he told me, "You will never find someone as good as she is in bed, but everyone you meet will be a better person", and he has proven to be spot on. I've since been in ten sexual relationships, and nobody is in her galaxy for pure sex. I had one girlfriend who was better at oral sex, but other than that. I miss the ex sexually, but certainly not otherwise. We divorced 34 years ago, and I still don't know how I survived those years. The ex was my sexual partner for 98% of the sex I've had (none of my other relationships were very long). The ex was also always on birth control so not once in the over 5,000 times we fucked did I ever use protection. Needless to say, I hate condoms and my abilities drop even thinking about using them. Yes, I was very lucky I didn't get anything besides one case of chlamydia (that alone should have given me a clue, right before we tied the knot). This is especially true because we were having unprotected anal sex while AIDS was skyrocketing and a death sentence, and all of her lovers were also riding her bareback.

No woman can ever come close, but normal and boring is nice after those wild and crazy years.

 

Thanks! Haha.. but yeah honestly when we started talking again and then I actually saw him for the first time up at his house (now our house) it was like this feeling I can't even describe.. I know that sounds incredibly cheesy and I kind of hate the way I phrased it but I knew right then that he was going to be the guy I spent the rest of my life with

 

Thanks

 

This post made me think. I casually knew a girl from work. We talked occasionally and once in a while I noticed her at our local "Cheers type" after work watering hole. We were casual aquaintances period, not really attracted for any reason. At the watering hole one night I happened to be sitting alone at a booth having a beer. The place that night had about 20 people, we all knew each other. Then unprompted she slid into the seat across from me. That surprised me. I guess she had a few drinks and her inhibitions were gone. She looked at me and said. "How would you like to go to your place right now?" I gave it some thought and said, "Lets discuss this over one more beer.

Long story short. I said that sounds like a good idea. We both have been around the preverbeal block a time or 2 and know whats what. When we get to my place we most likely will wind up chewing on each others crotches all night long and that sounds like a lot of fun. But lets discuss the morning. Usually there are so many things attached to a night like that. It seems that people have a tendency to feel like they are now committed to each other and are now in an automatic relationship.

I said, before we go I am very sure we will have a great time together but think about this, "I will never marry you nor have kids with you, ever no matter what." That stopped her in her tracks and she had to think about it. She said no one ever said that to me before. Then she said OK lets go.

I drove. We got out of the parking lot and just before the on ramp she was already sucking my dick. I had to pull over I didn't want to get stopped. We both came. Then we continued to my place and sexed all night lone and the next day. Since the ground rules were set we stayed together for a couple of years never moved in together but I gave her my key. We camped, hiked, traveled did everything under the sun together. It was like a no ties lets just have fun friend. We went to sex clubs and watch people fuck. We fucked while people watched us.

Then one day she said I want a kid. I said I will help you find a good guy. There was zero pain in this split. I didn't see her for a week then she returned and told me about a date she went on. She said it kinda sucked. I asked if she fucked the guy she said she did. That made me horny. We did the nasty and that was the last night I ever saw her.

The moral to this story is, fuck marriage, fuck committed relationships. Life is an experience, experience as much as you can with a fiend. I did it was the best relationship I ever had. The end