Ninja,
I hope you don’t mind me sticking my nose into this old post, but I thought I’d add my two cents. (I only just discovered this forum after all)

I don’t think it should matter, and I don’t think numbers should be revealed unless you are such good friends that nothing would shake that. I think in your case you’re dealing with some insecurities because you’re afraid she’s comparing your performance to all those other guys. Trust me, she’s not thinking that way, other then you must be good at keeping her happy in that department. I don’t think you having no experience prior to marriage is a bad thing. My brother was the same way. I think the insecurity is/was yours.

Now I was raised pretty strict and didn’t give it up until I was over 21. I honestly thought I’d be able to hold out for marriage but that didn’t happen. Then the floodgates opened. Not proud, but I will tell you that once I was with the man I married I never once thought about straying. NOT ONCE. So it doesn’t matter how many partners if you’re committed to your marriage. It’s a non issue. Same thing when I was with my long term boyfriend after my divorce. Never considered anyone else.

Now since I’ve been single over the past year I won’t even go into how much fun I’ve had, but no one knows the number but me. I stay safe, I stay clean, I get checked, and I ask about that before the deed is done. If and when I decide to get serious again it will go back to being a non-issue.

That being said, I don’t think your wife’s number is horrible. Have you seen the move “What’s your number” (It’s a chick flick, so not shocked if you’ve never heard of it) but essentially a movie about this woman who read in a magazine that the number of men an average woman slept with was 20 before she got married. She was panicked because she was at #19 with no hubby in sight. I guess it all comes down to personal comfort level.

Considering the way people are today the world is vastly different now then it was 20 years ago when we were in our 20’s. I think I was more conservative then. In some ways I feel like Benjamin Buttons, growing younger as I grow older. Strange.