Some were just that, where a roomie was in the room and that was all. Living room sex, or the door to the bedroom was non existent and was right across from the couch, that kind of thing.
Others were where the roomie was specifically enjoying the show because the women I was with tended towards exhibitionism since I was pretty deep into the local scene for group activity.
A few were more organized shows for a roommate's enjoyment, during a span where I had a roommate that was very into watching. One of those times was with a girlfriend of hers that was into guys too, and we got along well enough to perform for my roomie.
Obviously, those weren't casual roommates, or short term acquaintances.
For a while I lived with a friend that was gay, and we didn't have much space, being young and broke at the time. Since I also didn't have any issues with seeing men go at it (though, alas, I also wasn't turned on by it), we tended to only bring home partners that were okay with being seen and not enjoyed lol. There were also several times where we'd both have someone over.
Over the years, most of my roommates were friends first, so I made sure to know what their boundaries were before sharing space. Luckily, being deep into the scene meant that most of my friends were from the scene. So for the ten odd years I had a roommate almost constantly, it was unusual for one to object to sex happening around them at all. Most were not only okay with it, but enjoyed it to some degree.
The few that weren't friends first were really early on, after high school and for a brief span after college while finding the right job. Well, plus a cousin that moved to the area and needed a place while she got situated. That era was also really early into my time in the group scene, so I wasn't often bringing people home. Hadn't built up friendships in those circles yet.
Past the late nineties, I never lived with anyone that wasn't either a partner or quite comfortable with (if not a part of) group sex activities in some aspect.
By the end of the early 2000s, I had been in a very bad car accident, so my group activities were curtailed heavily, as was sex in general tbh. I met and married my wife during that, and we didn't need a roommate financially, so the only times someone stayed with us long term, they were friends or relatives. That's the way things still are, though both of us have "retired" from non monogamy, and don't have any desire to show off. So even if someone did live with us, we wouldn't be doing anything significant around them.
But the decade of the nineties, roommates came and went fairly often, as did locations. Often at the same time. It wasn't anything meant to be long term, though a few people were roomies a handful of times each.
Well, looking at proper swapping as opposed to group scenes and orgies, it's really about the shared experience. Monogamy is great, but there are some things that you can't do, and can only share vicariously. Being able to more viscerally see and hear a partner being fucked, or otherwise engaging in sex, you get a fuller perspective of how they respond, what they're feeling.
Sure, when you're with your partner, you have some ability to see what they're experiencing, but it's different.
Plus there's the aspect of being able to interact with the member of the other couple you're with. Being able to share the experience of watching your partners do their thing enriches your own sex. Just the experience of looking over at your partners, then looking back and sharing a smile or a laugh, or the enhancement of pleasure is such a wonderful moment of human connection.
Even taking turns, where one pairing has sex while the other watches, and then the second pairing uses the arousal from that to lead into sex, which often feeds back to the initial pairing so they go again is a very powerful thing. If you pick the right couple, it deepens not only your relationship, but the friendship between couples. Which may not seem hot on the surface, but the best sex happens as partners learn each other. So an extended friendship can make the sex amazing between everyone involved.
The camaraderie of it is nice as well, though that's not the hot part. Being able to congratulate friends on how well they've engaged with your partner is lovely.
And, like you said, watching a partner fuck is better than porn with them. It's immediate and real in a way that recordings can't match.
Everything has a risk in terms of bacterial/microbial transfer. That's why you never go ass to mouth, or ass to vagina; the risk is high enough to be prohibitive.
Now, vaginas are just as microbially rich as any other part of the body, so the risk of something transferring and causing problems is definitely not zero.
Luckily, most vaginas are going to have similar species living in and around them. It's all about balance. That's how yeast infections and bacterial vaginosis happen. Something throws the balance off. It can be something as simple as a change in diet or as direct as a pathogen breaching the defenses.
But, it can be triggered by sex. Your dick doesn't have the same proportions of microbes, and the exact strains of each are going to be at least a little different. It's why a new partner can sometimes cause trouble even when nothing else is involved.
With sex, the microbes on the penetrating object are going much deeper than they'd ever get on their own. So the natural ability of the vagina to clean itself out is partially bypassed.
That's where your question comes into play. If you go from one vagina to another, you will be carrying samples of their biomes between them. Assuming no STD involvement, the risk comes down to yeast, staph, strep, and trichomonas (though that is not necessarily going to be a standard part of the biome). Yeast in particular is on all of us, all the time. You can't avoid it.
This means that if the strains of the three people involved are different enough, or their proportions are off enough, then it's fairly likely that one or more of the group will end up with their personal biome off balance. When that happens, one of the species is going to outgrow the others, leading to symptoms.
That risk can't be totally eliminated, even with bathing in between. That would make the risk absurdly low, but still non zero.
The good thing is that since vaginal secretions are going to be balanced for the person producing them, chances are also good that it won't cause any problems. It'll give a bit of cushion for the new body to adapt and rebalance.
Back in my days of doing group scenes and outright orgies, some women would just have yeast medications ready to go. It wasn't like it would happen all the time, but it is part of the hassle of sharing fluids.
Barring a pathogen that's more aggressive, or that doesn't have good treatments, you're looking at mild annoyance rather than danger. Assuming everyone gets tested for the dangerous stuff, it isn't a major concern.
Also, pics or it didn't happen (I'm 100% joking with that, unless that's part of your fun)
Staring? That would be weird. Looking, talking about the display, maybe paying a compliment if it's genuine, that's been my experience.
That's assuming a new couple. Most of the time, when it's regular thing, I ceased to notice the nudity at all, but I was used to group scenes and casual nudity in general. I would be more curious about new partners, obviously; but when I was part of a couple's swap (you don't have to be married to play) it was mostly with established friends in the community. Totally new couples would tend to be less new as well, since the typical start to a fresh swap was at a meeting or party of some kind related to kink, group sex, etc. I would have seen them naked most likely, if not had sex.
Since that was how I had been introduced to swapping in the first place, I think I may be a bad example of what you're asking.
I respect the hustle, but is there a reason these aren't collected in one post per model? It really is a better way to do things so that you don't end up having dozens of reports for spamminess
Too many to count, in all honesty. I was what you might call precocious. I started fairly young, and stayed steadily active from early puberty until adulthood.
I think the most entertaining story from my actual teenage years was likely to do with my first foray into interacting with a couple
I made a friend in high school that was dating a particularly feminine boy, or so I thought. Turned out that said boy was what would later be called trans, and thus had female body parts. Friendship with the actual girl of the couple turned into a mutual attraction.
During that process, I also became friends with the boy. It was rather convenient since now they both had someone that they could take to family functions as a quasi boyfriend. Because of the friendship with the guy, when the girl discussed her attraction to me, he agreed to open their relationship up to allow sex with her.
While he was not at all interested in me sexually, he did partake in some of the foreplay, including "warming up" the young lady.
There were, however, some emotional issues with being present for the rest, so this wasn't a three way thing, unless you count the minor degree of teasing he would do to me, and I don't. Things like running ice cubes down my spine, or the rare times he would have a surge where his curiosity about cis male anatomy would rise up and lead to some teasing of my scrotum or brief touches of my penis. It was a tad confusing at times then, but looking back I can better understand his conflicting emotions and curiosity.
But when things progressed past a point, he would leave us to it.
We also could do our thing when he was at work, or otherwise not present.
That's where the meat of the story is, if you're looking for something more directly sexual.
She was not my first overall. But she was the first person to suck me. One afternoon, early in things, she and I had teased each other to a state where we were frantic and hungry. We made out, drawing that tension higher until she broke it and said she had to suck my cock. And the way she said it, with desperation and need was an instant kick to my already throbbing libido.
And gods, she sucked me. It's fair to say that at that age, I likely would have thought any head was amazing, but this girl was beyond skilled. She sucked my dick like magic would come out of it and change the world. She worshipped my cock.
That is a very powerful experience, particularly combined with her obvious joy at it, the skill she showed, and the newness of it to me.
She sucked my cock on the couch, on the floor, on the table, across the floor and against a wall. We weren't getting up and moving, it was me scrabbling at the carpet in delirium and bucking my hips as she took the root of me deep into her mouth, licked and sucked and screamed around me with her occasional orgasm.
She would pause now and then to stroke me with her hands until beads of pre-cum would start flowing, only to lick the line of it as it dripped down me, then swallow me whole again. I rode the edge of my own orgasm for an hour or more, and towards the end had my first orgasm without ejaculation. A wave of pleasure so intense I could only scream and babble incoherently hit me, and She cupped my balls, squeezing them gently. She thought I was ejaculating, but didn't stop.
As the shocks and jolts of the orgasm faded, I was seeing motes of light and my ears were ringing, but she didn't stop.
I screamed until my throat was raw, and that wave crashed into me again, and it was like my soul was pumping down my spine and out of my cock. I pulsed and shook as she drained me, still not stopping. The more I screamed, my arms flailing, she would slow slightly, back off until just the tip of me was embraced by her lips, then surge down my shaft to pull another scream from me.
Until I begged for mercy. I could barely speak, but I managed to get something said that made sense, and she began slowing, easing up the pressure until I exploded a second time. After that, she kissed her way up my body, the skin of her breasts eventually caressing my still hard and almost painful cock.
She lay on me for a while before either of us could move.
When we finally found the ability to move, the curtains were yanked from the wall, the coffee table was empty, with things strewn around the room. Her panties were ripped and hanging off of a plant. The room was demolished
That was back in 1989. I have still never had head better than that. It has been rare for anyone to even equal it. There was a span of time I would turn down head because how in the hell could anyone match it? It would just be disappointing in comparison.
Just remembering it makes my balls ache and crave the intensity again.
There's something about a woman that's wearing something loose (like a silky robe, or oversized shirt, or whatever) and nothing else that's confident and casual while going about their day.
Obviously, this is something that tends to be harder to see when it isn't someone you live with, which also means it will typically be a partner since people that casual around anyone other than a partner are rare. But I have had the good fortune to have encountered it "in the wild" so to speak.
That kind of casual confidence paired with the hints of their body is exhilarating
It ends up not working well. You run into trouble because most of what makes head enjoyable for people with labia isn't the lips, it's the clit.
The way the clitoral hood is shaped, getting your tongue to work on it means coming at it from underneath is usually going to give the most consistent contact and stimulation. You can come at it from above, ala 69, but you have to pay more attention to what you're doing, and need more hands involved in many cases.
I don't doubt that some people may have different preferences, but if you want to err on the side of probability be in between their legs, looking up.
I've never really cared, so long as the person is going at it from a healthy place. It isn't the number that matters, it's about whether or not they're self destructive in their activity (well, and that they use best practices)
See, vaginas are a self cleaning organ. Unless it's fairly recent, any previous dick has had all traces wiped away. It doesn't hurt that I share very well. I don't share indiscriminately, but I'm not hung up on going first either.
Obviously, I'm not a stranger to sharing, which means my numbers would be on the high end since folks that enjoy sharing, particularly in group scenes, tend to have more partners on average.
Unfortunately, I've never been able to pin down an exact number in part because of group scenes. I can remember everyone I dated, and even the occasional hookup (though I was never a fan of that whole concept of going out to get laid and never seeing them again as the default outcome)
I know I'm in triple digits. I think it's under 300 individuals, though I may be wrong when factoring in partial sex acts. As in, would I count it if all I did was ejaculate on someone, or something like just gagging someone with my cock as part of consensual humiliation? I don't tend to think of things like that as sex, per se. And would I count people that were present, but I didn't even touch? If it's a group scene, aren't you kind of having sex with everyone? For that matter, how about bdsm play that didn't involve any penetration or the cases where no genital stimulation was involved; is that sex?
Would I count people that were watching me do something for their own sexual gratification when I agreed to perform for that reason? I once masturbated for a group of people as a performance specifically to serve as an erotic stimulus. Does that count?
If I factor in all of that kind of thing, it's creeping up to the 500 mark, approximately.
But sex as in my penis going inside someone, (or the extremely rare penis going inside of me), or other forms of genital stimulation; it's somewhere between 2 and 3 hundred. I think on the lower end of that range. So not any kind of record, but still an outlier.
With that kind of approach to sexual matters, you can see why a partner having a history of their own doesn't factor as a negative for me. I'd be more worried about a partner with less than a dozen previous partners that didn't engage in good use of condoms and barriers.
Plenty of times.
Some were just that, where a roomie was in the room and that was all. Living room sex, or the door to the bedroom was non existent and was right across from the couch, that kind of thing.
Others were where the roomie was specifically enjoying the show because the women I was with tended towards exhibitionism since I was pretty deep into the local scene for group activity.
A few were more organized shows for a roommate's enjoyment, during a span where I had a roommate that was very into watching. One of those times was with a girlfriend of hers that was into guys too, and we got along well enough to perform for my roomie.
Obviously, those weren't casual roommates, or short term acquaintances.
For a while I lived with a friend that was gay, and we didn't have much space, being young and broke at the time. Since I also didn't have any issues with seeing men go at it (though, alas, I also wasn't turned on by it), we tended to only bring home partners that were okay with being seen and not enjoyed lol. There were also several times where we'd both have someone over.
Over the years, most of my roommates were friends first, so I made sure to know what their boundaries were before sharing space. Luckily, being deep into the scene meant that most of my friends were from the scene. So for the ten odd years I had a roommate almost constantly, it was unusual for one to object to sex happening around them at all. Most were not only okay with it, but enjoyed it to some degree.
The few that weren't friends first were really early on, after high school and for a brief span after college while finding the right job. Well, plus a cousin that moved to the area and needed a place while she got situated. That era was also really early into my time in the group scene, so I wasn't often bringing people home. Hadn't built up friendships in those circles yet.
Past the late nineties, I never lived with anyone that wasn't either a partner or quite comfortable with (if not a part of) group sex activities in some aspect.
By the end of the early 2000s, I had been in a very bad car accident, so my group activities were curtailed heavily, as was sex in general tbh. I met and married my wife during that, and we didn't need a roommate financially, so the only times someone stayed with us long term, they were friends or relatives. That's the way things still are, though both of us have "retired" from non monogamy, and don't have any desire to show off. So even if someone did live with us, we wouldn't be doing anything significant around them.
But the decade of the nineties, roommates came and went fairly often, as did locations. Often at the same time. It wasn't anything meant to be long term, though a few people were roomies a handful of times each.
It was a lot of fun.
Takes a lot of self control to not fill a pussy that nice!
Well, looking at proper swapping as opposed to group scenes and orgies, it's really about the shared experience. Monogamy is great, but there are some things that you can't do, and can only share vicariously. Being able to more viscerally see and hear a partner being fucked, or otherwise engaging in sex, you get a fuller perspective of how they respond, what they're feeling.
Sure, when you're with your partner, you have some ability to see what they're experiencing, but it's different.
Plus there's the aspect of being able to interact with the member of the other couple you're with. Being able to share the experience of watching your partners do their thing enriches your own sex. Just the experience of looking over at your partners, then looking back and sharing a smile or a laugh, or the enhancement of pleasure is such a wonderful moment of human connection.
Even taking turns, where one pairing has sex while the other watches, and then the second pairing uses the arousal from that to lead into sex, which often feeds back to the initial pairing so they go again is a very powerful thing. If you pick the right couple, it deepens not only your relationship, but the friendship between couples. Which may not seem hot on the surface, but the best sex happens as partners learn each other. So an extended friendship can make the sex amazing between everyone involved.
The camaraderie of it is nice as well, though that's not the hot part. Being able to congratulate friends on how well they've engaged with your partner is lovely.
And, like you said, watching a partner fuck is better than porn with them. It's immediate and real in a way that recordings can't match.
You know the difference between kinky and perverted, right?
Kinky is tickling your ass with a feather. Perverted is using the whole bird
Yeah, what happened?
Flesh colored
Is there a reason why there's so much cuckoldry stuff on a community named for sharing?
It really isn't the same thing, despite the overlap
I mean, isn't it obvious?
Birthday head ftw!
Everything has a risk in terms of bacterial/microbial transfer. That's why you never go ass to mouth, or ass to vagina; the risk is high enough to be prohibitive.
Now, vaginas are just as microbially rich as any other part of the body, so the risk of something transferring and causing problems is definitely not zero.
Luckily, most vaginas are going to have similar species living in and around them. It's all about balance. That's how yeast infections and bacterial vaginosis happen. Something throws the balance off. It can be something as simple as a change in diet or as direct as a pathogen breaching the defenses.
But, it can be triggered by sex. Your dick doesn't have the same proportions of microbes, and the exact strains of each are going to be at least a little different. It's why a new partner can sometimes cause trouble even when nothing else is involved.
With sex, the microbes on the penetrating object are going much deeper than they'd ever get on their own. So the natural ability of the vagina to clean itself out is partially bypassed.
That's where your question comes into play. If you go from one vagina to another, you will be carrying samples of their biomes between them. Assuming no STD involvement, the risk comes down to yeast, staph, strep, and trichomonas (though that is not necessarily going to be a standard part of the biome). Yeast in particular is on all of us, all the time. You can't avoid it.
This means that if the strains of the three people involved are different enough, or their proportions are off enough, then it's fairly likely that one or more of the group will end up with their personal biome off balance. When that happens, one of the species is going to outgrow the others, leading to symptoms.
That risk can't be totally eliminated, even with bathing in between. That would make the risk absurdly low, but still non zero.
The good thing is that since vaginal secretions are going to be balanced for the person producing them, chances are also good that it won't cause any problems. It'll give a bit of cushion for the new body to adapt and rebalance.
Back in my days of doing group scenes and outright orgies, some women would just have yeast medications ready to go. It wasn't like it would happen all the time, but it is part of the hassle of sharing fluids.
Barring a pathogen that's more aggressive, or that doesn't have good treatments, you're looking at mild annoyance rather than danger. Assuming everyone gets tested for the dangerous stuff, it isn't a major concern.
Also, pics or it didn't happen (I'm 100% joking with that, unless that's part of your fun)
That was a surprisingly good motor movie overall, despite it being an excuse for T&A.
Ummmm, I don't know how to tell you, buuuut....
While I don't like the term because it's used disparagingly most of the time...
Wouldn't that make her a coin slut?
Staring? That would be weird. Looking, talking about the display, maybe paying a compliment if it's genuine, that's been my experience.
That's assuming a new couple. Most of the time, when it's regular thing, I ceased to notice the nudity at all, but I was used to group scenes and casual nudity in general. I would be more curious about new partners, obviously; but when I was part of a couple's swap (you don't have to be married to play) it was mostly with established friends in the community. Totally new couples would tend to be less new as well, since the typical start to a fresh swap was at a meeting or party of some kind related to kink, group sex, etc. I would have seen them naked most likely, if not had sex.
Since that was how I had been introduced to swapping in the first place, I think I may be a bad example of what you're asking.
I respect the hustle, but is there a reason these aren't collected in one post per model? It really is a better way to do things so that you don't end up having dozens of reports for spamminess
Too many to count, in all honesty. I was what you might call precocious. I started fairly young, and stayed steadily active from early puberty until adulthood.
I think the most entertaining story from my actual teenage years was likely to do with my first foray into interacting with a couple
I made a friend in high school that was dating a particularly feminine boy, or so I thought. Turned out that said boy was what would later be called trans, and thus had female body parts. Friendship with the actual girl of the couple turned into a mutual attraction.
During that process, I also became friends with the boy. It was rather convenient since now they both had someone that they could take to family functions as a quasi boyfriend. Because of the friendship with the guy, when the girl discussed her attraction to me, he agreed to open their relationship up to allow sex with her.
While he was not at all interested in me sexually, he did partake in some of the foreplay, including "warming up" the young lady.
There were, however, some emotional issues with being present for the rest, so this wasn't a three way thing, unless you count the minor degree of teasing he would do to me, and I don't. Things like running ice cubes down my spine, or the rare times he would have a surge where his curiosity about cis male anatomy would rise up and lead to some teasing of my scrotum or brief touches of my penis. It was a tad confusing at times then, but looking back I can better understand his conflicting emotions and curiosity.
But when things progressed past a point, he would leave us to it.
We also could do our thing when he was at work, or otherwise not present.
That's where the meat of the story is, if you're looking for something more directly sexual.
She was not my first overall. But she was the first person to suck me. One afternoon, early in things, she and I had teased each other to a state where we were frantic and hungry. We made out, drawing that tension higher until she broke it and said she had to suck my cock. And the way she said it, with desperation and need was an instant kick to my already throbbing libido.
And gods, she sucked me. It's fair to say that at that age, I likely would have thought any head was amazing, but this girl was beyond skilled. She sucked my dick like magic would come out of it and change the world. She worshipped my cock.
That is a very powerful experience, particularly combined with her obvious joy at it, the skill she showed, and the newness of it to me.
She sucked my cock on the couch, on the floor, on the table, across the floor and against a wall. We weren't getting up and moving, it was me scrabbling at the carpet in delirium and bucking my hips as she took the root of me deep into her mouth, licked and sucked and screamed around me with her occasional orgasm.
She would pause now and then to stroke me with her hands until beads of pre-cum would start flowing, only to lick the line of it as it dripped down me, then swallow me whole again. I rode the edge of my own orgasm for an hour or more, and towards the end had my first orgasm without ejaculation. A wave of pleasure so intense I could only scream and babble incoherently hit me, and She cupped my balls, squeezing them gently. She thought I was ejaculating, but didn't stop.
As the shocks and jolts of the orgasm faded, I was seeing motes of light and my ears were ringing, but she didn't stop.
I screamed until my throat was raw, and that wave crashed into me again, and it was like my soul was pumping down my spine and out of my cock. I pulsed and shook as she drained me, still not stopping. The more I screamed, my arms flailing, she would slow slightly, back off until just the tip of me was embraced by her lips, then surge down my shaft to pull another scream from me.
Until I begged for mercy. I could barely speak, but I managed to get something said that made sense, and she began slowing, easing up the pressure until I exploded a second time. After that, she kissed her way up my body, the skin of her breasts eventually caressing my still hard and almost painful cock.
She lay on me for a while before either of us could move.
When we finally found the ability to move, the curtains were yanked from the wall, the coffee table was empty, with things strewn around the room. Her panties were ripped and hanging off of a plant. The room was demolished
That was back in 1989. I have still never had head better than that. It has been rare for anyone to even equal it. There was a span of time I would turn down head because how in the hell could anyone match it? It would just be disappointing in comparison.
Just remembering it makes my balls ache and crave the intensity again.
I would enjoy running my fingers through that lovely hair for sure
There's something about a woman that's wearing something loose (like a silky robe, or oversized shirt, or whatever) and nothing else that's confident and casual while going about their day.
Obviously, this is something that tends to be harder to see when it isn't someone you live with, which also means it will typically be a partner since people that casual around anyone other than a partner are rare. But I have had the good fortune to have encountered it "in the wild" so to speak.
That kind of casual confidence paired with the hints of their body is exhilarating
You really do have a picturesque body for sure. The camera loves you.
It ends up not working well. You run into trouble because most of what makes head enjoyable for people with labia isn't the lips, it's the clit.
The way the clitoral hood is shaped, getting your tongue to work on it means coming at it from underneath is usually going to give the most consistent contact and stimulation. You can come at it from above, ala 69, but you have to pay more attention to what you're doing, and need more hands involved in many cases.
I don't doubt that some people may have different preferences, but if you want to err on the side of probability be in between their legs, looking up.
I've never really cared, so long as the person is going at it from a healthy place. It isn't the number that matters, it's about whether or not they're self destructive in their activity (well, and that they use best practices)
See, vaginas are a self cleaning organ. Unless it's fairly recent, any previous dick has had all traces wiped away. It doesn't hurt that I share very well. I don't share indiscriminately, but I'm not hung up on going first either.
Obviously, I'm not a stranger to sharing, which means my numbers would be on the high end since folks that enjoy sharing, particularly in group scenes, tend to have more partners on average.
Unfortunately, I've never been able to pin down an exact number in part because of group scenes. I can remember everyone I dated, and even the occasional hookup (though I was never a fan of that whole concept of going out to get laid and never seeing them again as the default outcome)
I know I'm in triple digits. I think it's under 300 individuals, though I may be wrong when factoring in partial sex acts. As in, would I count it if all I did was ejaculate on someone, or something like just gagging someone with my cock as part of consensual humiliation? I don't tend to think of things like that as sex, per se. And would I count people that were present, but I didn't even touch? If it's a group scene, aren't you kind of having sex with everyone? For that matter, how about bdsm play that didn't involve any penetration or the cases where no genital stimulation was involved; is that sex?
Would I count people that were watching me do something for their own sexual gratification when I agreed to perform for that reason? I once masturbated for a group of people as a performance specifically to serve as an erotic stimulus. Does that count?
If I factor in all of that kind of thing, it's creeping up to the 500 mark, approximately.
But sex as in my penis going inside someone, (or the extremely rare penis going inside of me), or other forms of genital stimulation; it's somewhere between 2 and 3 hundred. I think on the lower end of that range. So not any kind of record, but still an outlier.
With that kind of approach to sexual matters, you can see why a partner having a history of their own doesn't factor as a negative for me. I'd be more worried about a partner with less than a dozen previous partners that didn't engage in good use of condoms and barriers.