"Lots of men"

The reply doesn't shock you because you don't understand it. Maybe it's denial. But you don't get what she means by lots of men. Does she mean lots of boyfriends? Does she want an open relationship?

"What do you mean?" You ask sincerely.

She smirks. "Lots of men.... like at the same time."

It's starting to sink in. "You mean... sexually?"

"Yes." She says.

Slowly your head is wrapping around your new reality. "Like as in a..."

"What most people would call a gang bang." Hannah says.

Suddenly the images fill your head. The beautiful lovely Hannah surrounded by cocks on all sides, wielded by the type of men who'd agree to a gangbang... real jerks. Shoving them inside of her, jerking off on her, pawing at her, while she moans and groans like an absolute fuck slut.

Okay, calm down. You're getting ahead of yourself. How does she even know this about herself?

"You've been in gang bangs?" You ask.

"Yes." Hannah answers calmly, as if she knew she'd have to field more than a few questions at her revelation.

"Lots of them?" You ask.

"How many counts as lots?" She follows up.

Good question. You've never thought of it. You've certainly never thought of it in relation to your perfect girlfriend. Your brain scrambles to come up with a number. "I don't know... five."

Hannah smirks, almost suppressing a laugh. "Then yes. Lots."

"How many?" You ask. Unsure why you even want to know the details. After all, what she did before she was with you can't exactly be considered cheating. But you never would have thought it possible. It's like she's a totally different person.

"More like.... twenty five."

Twenty fucking five gang bangs!? Fuck!

But there's no time to get hung up on that because you still have so many questions. "How many in a gang bang? you said you need a lot of men. How many is a lot of men?" This is a good question, you think.

Hannah nods. "It depends. I'm not cumming because of the math...."

"Give me an idea." You insist, the thoughts of her sweaty naked body being taken by groups of men and her loving it, returns quickly to your mind's eye.

"Like ten... usually at least ten." Hannah rubs her neck. Is it possible that telling you this is turning her on?

"At least ten? What's the biggest gangbang you've ever done?" You keep prodding for details. Is it possible that her telling you this is turning you on?

She still doesn't seem to mind answering all your questions. "Like thirty to forty."

"You don't even know?" You can't believe it. Who is this girl?

"When it's that many guys, they come and go and it's hard to keep track." She finally lets out a nervous giggle.

"These men... you're fucking them and sucking them?"

"That's what a gang bang is... yes."

"And they're spitroasting you?"

"Yes."

"And double penetrating you?"

"Yes"

"And triple penetrating you?"

"Yes."

"And cumming on you?"

"Yes."

"And..."

Hannah reaches her hand out and puts it on your knee to stop you. "You can ask as many questions as you want. I want to be fully honest with you. But just know that anything you ask about what I've done at gangbangs, the answer is 'yes.'"

Well, there it is. You don't know what else to say. You look at her, taking in her absolute beauty.... this girl who you thought you knew.

You have one more question. "Have you done this since we've been together?" You ask.

"I've been absolutely faithful to you." Hannah insists. "I have not had one since we've been exclusive."

That's good to hear. You have some piece of mind that... wait... you suddenly have another question. "Did you have a gangbang after our first date but before we became exclusive?"

Hannah hesitates. "Well... we weren't exclusive. But yes... I did one."

"When?"

Hannah winces. She seems to know the truth will hurt. "The night of our first date."

Wow. "So you're telling me we had a nice date, I said I thought I really felt a connection, you agreed, I gave you a peck on the cheek and you went home and fucked ten guys?"

Hannah averts her eyes. "Eighteen." Then she quickly scrambles to explain herself. "But I would have never done it if I'd known I was going to have this relationship with you. Absolutely not. I'd never want to hurt you. I love you."

You stay silent a long time, deep in thought, mostly thinking of Hannah drenched in cum, taking on cock after cock after cock, writhing in delight. "I have to be honest with you," You say, "If I'd found out some other girl was doing this. If this is what she needed to cum and was this kind of a **** to it, I'd think she was... well... a slut. But that's what I can't figure out. Because I know you're not a slut. You're..."

"Oh honey..." Hannah stops you cold. "I want to be perfectly clear about something. I'm definitely a slut." She licks her lips and glances at your cock. She's definitely turned on and can see that you are too, even if just a little. "But I love you and I want to be your slut. Your total slut."

"Who is fucked by other men." You add.

"Under your supervision. Maybe even under your command. We could make this work. It could be fun. Don't you think?" She reaches over and puts her hand on your stiffening cock.