TITLE    : Gayle's First Share
STORYID  : gayles-first-share_2011
SUMMARY  : Wife's details of first share for her husband.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2011-07-03
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |share|wife|mmf|oral|hotel|chicago|


<em>AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this story for a reader who contacted me. Her request was that I detail out the story of her first time being shared. Her husband was there when it happened but, as it worked out, there were details he never knew. Here they are as she related everything to me. The first half of this story describes her outlook and the buildup to the event. The second half is the "fun" part!



PS - this is a story about a wife having sexy with another man while her husband watches / participates. If that's not your cup of tea, move on. </em>



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Hi, baby. I know you enjoy reading these stories (as do I) and I wanted to take some time to really detail out for you my thoughts, feelings and reactions during my first time with another man. I know you remember it all too well, especially since you were the instigator (or so you thought) and you were there for part of it. This story has a few details I don't think you knew before and might give you some additional -- hopefully sexy and exciting -- details into my pleasures with Rob.



As you will recall, you'd just finished a work trip and we were meeting Rob in Chicago. You flew in; I flew in; we were both anticipating what the evening and night would bring. Before I get too far into this, let me share some information with the other readers so they can (hopefully) enjoy this as much as we did.



Hi, all; I'm Gayle. I'm just over five feet three inches tall (and yes, when you're that height, every little bit helps so you count it) and I weigh a curvy 125 pounds. My shoulder length brown hair has blond highlights and nicely frames an attractive face that holds brown eyes. Of course, at 5'3" with a 36C chest that I often dress to show off, most men are looking down my blouse or dress and it takes them a few seconds to look back up to see my eyes or hair. I have to admit that I like knowing men still find me attractive. Even after two children I've kept my shape well, although my chest does move a tad more than it did when I was twenty years old.



Oh yeah, I was 42 when this first adventure occurred. Although I considered myself a "late bloomer" I have to admit I'm glad I finally bloomed -- and did it right (in my mind). As I've matured I've become multi-orgasmic, which is always a great reward both for me and for any partner I have sex with. Men do enjoy -- unless they're selfish prigs -- women who are highly orgasmic, expressive and responsive. It may be their ego, but they enjoy knowing their efforts are working. We women like that too and shouldn't be surprised that men enjoy hearing our moans, or feeling our bodies move seemingly involuntarily under their touch, lips, tongue or other stroking.



A little more about me and then I'll introduce my husband, Doug, and my first lover, Rob. I like to give head, but I don't usually like the taste of precum and -- prior to this event -- rarely let a man cum in my mouth. I had never swallowed a load, that's for sure, and didn't think I ever would. It just wasn't something I wanted to do or craved doing, so it wasn't on my bucket list. I enjoy intercourse mostly in the doggy-style position or cowgirl (on top, riding and grinding as I look down at my lover to see the pleasure we're sharing). While I like slow gentle lovers, there are times during intercourse that I do thoroughly enjoy a good, hard, fast pounding fuck. But that's after passion has built and pleasure for its own sake takes over. I don't like to start out that way. I enjoy having my body tasted; licked, sucked, nibbled, etc. I like a man who will take his time teasing my neck, ears, breasts, nipples, thighs, hips, butt and pussy. The build-up of teasing and foreplay really plays a big role in how enjoyable the sex session is going to be.



I was a virgin when I married Doug at a pretty young age. I had played with some boyfriends; make out sessions really with some groping and petting. Once when I was home alone with a boyfriend I wanted to "go all the way" but he came from my hand-job and that was as far as I ever got before marriage. So, when I was 42, my husband Doug was the only man I'd ever had sex with -- and I'm not insulting him in any way -- but he's an "average" sized guy. He's a dandy lover and always takes good care of me, but I have to admit that the nagging curiosities were always there. Would a bigger cock feel better? Would sex be different JUST because it was a different man? Or would it pretty much be the same? After two kids and decades of marriage, would other men still find me attractive enough to want to be with me? Every woman wants to feel beautiful and desirable and middle-aged moms sometimes feel this need acutely. That was kind of where I was in my head when Doug first suggested playing sexually with others.



Now let me tell you about Doug and Rob.



Doug is six feet tall and, being of Icelandic heritage, has ice blue eyes, a medium build, a moustache, and short blond hair that is just starting to thin. His moustache is just long enough to be soft and pleasurable when he's eating me, but not so long as to be walrus-bushy. He's a very attentive lover who always puts my pleasure first and it's a VERY rare occasion that we finish a love-making bout and I don't feel satisfied.



Rob is the same height but built stockier. He has brown hair that he keeps cut very short and very little body hair (Doug has quite a bit, and while I don't mind that at all, the difference is something that makes sex with Rob an even more different experience). Rob keeps his cock, balls and pubic area shaved smooth and that was a totally new experience for me as well. I'd rate him as a very gentle, considerate lover but need to comment on his one specific talent: the man has a talented tongue and can really pleasure my pussy with it, bringing me to multiple orgasms and getting everything so sensitive that when he slides his cock into me the sensation is even more over the top. You ladies know what I mean.



Bear with me just a bit longer: I want to describe for you my thoughts on how the five senses are all affected by a different lover -- and yes, it does matter to how I perceived that first experience with another man; and every other man I've had since then.



Sight: let's face it -- looks matter. The first thing we see is a face and a body shape and if that first look isn't an attractive one, the potential partner is starting out with a negative chance. But if they're good looking (and each of us has a different idea of what that is) then the first look can make your body feel "oh yeah; that would be fun". The sight of their hands -- the hands that might be touching you in very private places in very stimulating ways -- is something of note. When you actually get into bed with the guy, the first look you get of his cock, flaccid or erect or both, leads you to automatic thoughts of how it's going to feel sliding into you. Visually you gauge the size (bigger, thicker, etc) and your mental measurements feed your pussy's flow of desire and anticipation.



Smell: every man smells different; as I imagine does every woman. Doug has used the same soap, shampoo, after shave, etc for a long time. Like everything else, once you're used to it, you don't notice it as much. A new man's smell -- provided he's clean and DOES smell good -- is different and noticeable. How does his neck smell when you dance? What's his chest smell like as you kiss your way down his body? What the first aroma you get when you unbuckle and unzip his pants and pull everything down to expose his package? Those smells, if they're all right, can just make your mouth water for how his cock is going to taste.



Hear: each person's voice is either pleasant, grating or sexual. A new lover needs to have either a pleasant voice or a sexual voice. If it's grating, it ain't going to happen. If it's sexual it can make your pussy melt even if you're talking about the weather.



Additionally, during the "get to know you" phase, the things you talk about aren't the same as the day-to-day things you typically discuss with your spouse. It may be sad to say, but that can make the conversation more entertaining. And when you're enjoying yourself with a new lover, the things said can be radically different from what you've grown used to in your marriage, and that alone can add a layer of stimulation to the experience. Finally, I noticed some sounds with Rob that I hadn't noticed with Doug -- at least not in a long time. For instance, as Rob slid his wondrous cock in and out of me, sometimes slowly, sometimes hard and fast, I could hear (as well as feel) my pussy's wetness squishing around him and the slapping sound our pelvises as we moved together.



Touch: after years of marriage the touches, no matter how good they feel, are expected and almost habitual. It takes hard work and attention to change that. With a new lover, they feel different as I touch them, and certainly they touch me differently than Doug has / does. The way Rob touched me was so new and different that it too brought another layer of excited feeling to the event. The way his cock felt in my hands translated into feelings in my pussy too. He was longer, thicker and felt harder than I was used to. In addition to what I could see, what I could feel in my hands translated into an excited expectation in my sex.



Taste: Every kiss tastes different. Every cock tastes different. All precum and cum tastes different. If "variety is the spice of life", then taste is one of the most important spices.



All of those new feeds into the five senses definitely are enough to get a woman aroused (and the memories still get my juices flowing as I type this). Add to that the naughtiness of having sex with someone other than your husband, and it's an experience that -- if approached correctly and openly -- is one that can be quite pleasurably overwhelming.



One last thing I need to say before I start this story: I don't think I was alone in the fact that I felt kind of unattractive. I think many women who reach forty and are married start to feel older and less attractive. We lose or miss the opportunity to attend events where we can dress up and flaunt what we've got. As a result, we don't get as many appreciative looks and we get hit on far less. So when we start dressing sexy or thinking sexy (or both), and we start seeing those appreciative looks and we start getting hit on, it makes us feel pretty good about ourselves again. The feelings feed each other and it grows into desire. That's where I was...



Now with all that out of the way, let me tell you about my first time with Rob.



Sex with Doug has always been good. After years of marriage though -- as I imagine happens with so many couples -- it became comfortable rather than exciting. Finding ways to put passion back into it; ways to focus our excitement and energy on the pleasures we could give and share takes effort and (sometimes) determination. We got to the point where we were regularly watching porn movies or reading each other erotic stories before making love. The movies / stories were part of our foreplay and the scenes we imagined were often more stimulating than the reality before us. Some of the movies or stories were so exciting to me that I'd imagine myself as the woman in the scenario and take great delight from the pleasures I'd enjoy. To help with such, Doug introduced a very life-like dildo into our sex play and, where Doug is average is size (length and thickness), the toy was slightly bigger. It added more sensation to my imagination of having another man.



Sometimes when we were playing and the toy was included, Doug would ask me if a real cock that size would feel better. At first I didn't want to tell him yes although I've always thought a real cock felt better than any comparable sized toy. There's just something that's irreplaceable about the texture, heat and feel of the real thing that toys can't compete with. Then one day Doug asked me that while I was in the throws of orgasm and I told the truth; I said YES. And I meant it. A real cock the length and thickness of that toy would feel just delicious.



Not long after that he showed me a swinger site and it was obvious that the idea of me being with another man turned him on. The idea of me being with another man with a larger cock than his apparently also added to the excitement. When he showed me the swinger site I was amazed. I had no idea there were so many people looking for so much play -- especially married people looking.



After a lot of discussion we decided it would be too hard to find a couple for us to play with together, so -- "just for fun" -- Doug asked me to pick an ad for a man that I would answer. I pretended not to be overly interested, I guess because I was worried about hurting his feelings -- but the first time I got alone on the computer I did a search for all the men looking for married women. Talk about a collection to choose from!



I spent some time sifting through them and could rule out plenty of them pretty quick: too old, too young, too rude, too stupid... but there are a few golden eggs to be found and one of them caught my eye. His profile showed that he had experience with "first timers", he lived a safe distance away (but not so far as to be unrealistic), and was four years younger than me. The picture -- although not the highest quality -- showed a ruggedly handsome man with a pretty good body and an impressive erection. It was obviously much larger than Doug's and as soon as I realized that I had two thoughts: first, I WANTED that cock buried as deep into me as it would reach, and two, I needed to find a way to convince Doug we should do this for real: not fantasy.



I set about my plan and waited for Doug to bring up the topic again. He seemed kind of surprised when I told him that yes, I had looked, and I'd found a few potential prospects. Together we looked through the various ads I had marked and I did all I could to remain casual when we got to Rob's. I commented about how I thought Rob was quite attractive without commenting on how attractive his cock looked. Doug read through Rob's profile and said it sounded pretty good, but he also said it was entirely up to me. I downplayed the potential by commenting that Rob probably wouldn't be interested in me. Doug did exactly what I hoped he would: he encouraged me by saying, "You'll never know until you try." After looking at the profile some more Doug finally got around to commenting on the large size of Rob's equipment. I downplayed that too, commenting that, to me, it didn't look all THAT big and that some of the appearance was probably camera angle.



In my mind I knew the truth, no matter how I had played it to Doug: I wanted to experience that cock and unless Rob was an utter ass, I was going to work to get it. Not really expecting a reply (remember my earlier comment about not feeling sexy and attractive?) I sent Rob an email and noted the excitement I was feeling just from doing that. Later that night Doug and I had some of the best sex we'd had in months and although neither of us would admit it, I have to believe that it was because we were both thinking about the possibility of Rob fucking me.



I was surprised to get an email from Rob the very next day. That first email from him had several important things in it: he was polite, the email "felt" honest, and there were several compliments about my looks and shape. Coming from a "younger man", those compliments made me feel good. I still was doubting whether or not he'd meet me for real when I got an email from him detailing all the things he wanted to do to me. Reading that set my pussy ablaze and I dared hope it would happen. A few more emails back and forth finalized a date for us to actually meet.



Doug was going on travel for a few days and we planned to meet in Chicago after his business was done. I was going to meet him there, and it all fell into place because Rob was from the Chicago area. We were all very much looking forward to the meeting. Doug and I seemed to just stay turned on and we were constantly teasing and pleasing each other. There was definitely a new energy in our marriage and I was loving it! I was also almost permanently wet thinking about Rob's body and his long thick cock. A lot more than once I imagined how it was going to feel as it split my pussy lips and began to stretch me open as Rob pushed it into me. I had myself so worked up I could hardly wait!



Even as I traveled to meet Rob and Doug in Chicago I still had some lingering doubts. Would reality be as good as fantasy? Would Doug really be okay with me fucking another guy? Would Rob find me as attractive in person as he had said in the emails? Did I really want to step outside the bonds of my marriage and let another man fuck me?



All of that was on my mind at the hotel all the way up to when we met Rob at the hotel bar. I had done all the "girly things" prior to the trip: manicure, pedicure, hair done. I had taken special delight in getting a bikini wax and trimming my pubic hair down short. I was a delicious mix of scared, nervous, excited and VERY horny.



Now, normally I stick to one glass of wine but I was so full of nervous energy I actually had two. During the course of the drinks and small talk I realized that Rob was pretty much exactly as he had presented himself. He was as attractive as his pictures looked; his build through his clothing looked just as good; I sneaked a glance at his crotch and saw a full package that was promising for later. His personality was pleasant and friendly and he made several comments about how attractive I was and how sexy I looked that made me feel good and put me at ease. I finally set aside all my doubts and admitted to myself that I not only wanted to do this, but I had every intention of doing it. As we kept talking, once I'd decided that I was definitely going to have sex with him, I looked at him a different way. I paid attention to his lips as the talked and wondered how they'd feel when we kissed; on my nipples; against my neck; sucking on my clit. I looked at his eyes and wondered how they'd look when he orgasmed. I looked at his hands and imagined how they'd feel cupping and caressing my chest, squeezing my ass, or holding my hips as his length slid in and out of me. I looked at his fingers and knew they'd feel good when he pushed them into my pussy to feel my wetness and relax me in preparation for his cock.



I felt like I was ready to explode out of my skin from being so horny. I felt like people around me had to know what was going on and what was going to happen even though there was no way they could know. When I caught the bartender looking at my chest I glanced down and noticed how hard my nipples were; they were easily noticed through my dress. I was wearing a sundress with no bra underneath; something I rarely (almost never) do but was glad I had this evening. My nipples were poking through the thin material of the sundress and I felt so sexy at that moment. I was consciously happy that I'd chosen to go without the bra, hoping that Rob would notice. I was trying to stack the deck in my favor, making sure he wanted me bad enough to go through with it. I grinned a sly grin when I thought about how wet my pussy was. I could feel it. I was slick and already starting to swell with desire and need. My clit had been erect for a half hour or more. If I didn't get fucked soon I was going to start humping the chair. Outwardly though, I just looked like another attractive woman enjoying the company of two men, enjoying a drink, laughing and having a good time.



At one point Doug got up to go to the bathroom -- I don't know if he really had to go or if he was just giving Rob and I a moment alone to "seal the deal" -- and while he was gone, Rob reached over, putting his hand on my thigh pretty high up close to my pussy. As his hand rested there, ever so gently caressing and squeezing, he told me how much he wanted me and that he hoped I wanted him just as much. He reassured me how much I would enjoy him, as if he was having his own insecurities and needed for me to confirm for him that I was attracted to him and wanted him. I was just getting ready to reply when Rob pulled his hand away and I saw Doug returning to the table.

<hr pg="2" />As soon as Doug sat down I stood up and told them that I was going upstairs. I asked that they give me about fifteen minutes to freshen up and then come up to join me. Doug looked quite happily surprised because that was the first confirmation he'd had that I was going through with it. Rob looked delighted because he had just gotten what he was looking for while Doug was in the bathroom: confirmation that I found him attractive and wanted to, and was going to, have sex with him.



I could feel the butterflies in my stomach fluttering about as I rode the elevator up to our room. I don't think I'd ever been that excited or sexually aroused and when I got to our room I actually had to change my panties. The pair I had on was drenched with my pussy juices. That's how excited I was. A small part of me still couldn't believe this was going to happen but the larger part was eager, excited, nervous and ready to explode. I was going to get my first new cock in all my years of marriage; I was going to do it with my husband's blessing and presence and (I'm pretty sure) he was as eager for it to happen as I was.



For all that I still wasn't exactly sure how to proceed once they had come to join me in the room. It seems such a simple thing to do, but moving from your husband to physically being with another man feels strange and alien that first time. I wanted to continually make sure Doug was okay with everything; I wanted to hold him and feel him and have him against me. I also wanted to be against Rob, stripping him, tasting him -- his mouth, his skin, his cock -- feel him feeling me -- everywhere with his hands. How to make that transition from one to the other?



I started out sitting on Doug's lap -- kind of sideways, closer to his knees than his crotch. I leaned down to kiss him and gawd was it a hot kiss! We were both sizzling. Doug made a comment about how I was squishing him (I knew I really wasn't) and Rob invited me to come sit on his lap instead. My eyes met Doug's for the smallest micro-second of time and in that look I asked, "Do you really want me to do this?" and he replied, "Yes, go have fun."



I walked over to Rob and sat on his knee facing him. For a moment we just looked at each other as I put an arm around him and he encircled my waist with one of his. Then I just leaned down to him for our first kiss and it's one I'll never forget. Tentative at first... slow... gentle... but it was as if we couldn't hold back the passion that was waiting to explode out of us. From slow and gentle that kiss turned to lustful energy in a few seconds or less.



Sitting the way I was, my legs were slightly parted and I very aware of my pussy. I could feel how wet, swollen and open I was. I could smell my scent -- and wondered if either of the men could. The reality of the moment -- me being with two men sexually at the same time -- hit me and I felt overwhelmed and exceedingly sexy. I felt like a sexual animal who simply needed to be fingered, sucked and fucked at that moment. If there had been some magic way I could have instantly been naked, Rob the same way, his fully erect cock buried to the hilt inside me, I'd have done it. The frustration of reality and having to take the time to get undressed raised my excitement levels and my need even more. In my passion I began to kiss Rob's neck and ears and he said something about me pushing all the right buttons. I was losing myself to the passion when he helped me to stand up.



When we were standing Rob took over the kissing assault as he stood behind me kissing my neck, his hands exploring my body from my hips and thighs up... until he reached the top of my dress, undid it and slowly let it slide off my shoulders. Suddenly I was standing in front of another man -- in front of my husband - in only a pair of wet panties. The energy of the moment had me buzzing as Rob's lips continued their journey on my neck and his hands explored up and down my body. I felt his fingers playing with my hard nipples and each time he pinched, pulled or rolled them I could feel the heat flash to and through my pussy.



Without words and without breaking contact with my body he moved me to the bed, laid me down on my back, and kept kissing my skin... down my neck... across my chest... a lick and nibble on my nipples... down across my tummy... until I felt his hot breath on my pussy through the sheer wet material of my panties. He started teasing me with his tongue and lips through my panties and I had my first orgasm as a result. Not a long and deep one but a pleasant quivering that seemed to be my pussy saying, "Oh, this is going to be SO good."



Somehow along the way Rob had managed to get his own shirt and pants off. I remember having a vague thought about how talented he was to be able to do that without interrupting the pleasure he'd been giving me. When he stopped eating me through my panties and asked me if I'd return the favor I remember being eager to get his cock in my mouth. I had never before been enthusiastic about a man's precum or cum flowing into my mouth, but -- for whatever reason -- I WANTED to taste Rob's precum and I was hungry to get as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.



I took great delight in listening to his moans and groans as I used my hands, mouth and tongue to pleasure his length. I held the base of his shaft with one hand while massaging his balls with the other and sucking as much of him into my mouth as I could. At one point, while his cockhead was resting against the back of my mouth/throat I thought I could try to deep-throat him and I made an attempt... trying to swallow while pushing his cock harder into my throat. I was actually disappointed that it didn't work. More than anything else in the world at that moment I wanted to accomplish two things: I wanted to pleasure Rob like no other woman had and I wanted to show my husband Doug how much I was enjoying myself.



It was during one of those moments that I had Rob's cock deep in my mouth that I heard those magic words whisper from him: "I want to be inside you," he said. His voice, even whispered, was thick with desire. I stopped sucking him and looked up at his eyes. As our eyes met he sat up and we kissed again, as his hands explored my body again, his fingers confirming how wet I still was, my hand idly stroking his length to keep him at maximum hardness.



When he moved us around so that I was on my hand and knees and he was lining up behind me to take me doggy style I felt so exposed and open. It was a mixed feeling: on the one hand I felt so deliciously sexy and wanton. Here I was, a married woman being watched by her husband as she brazenly stuck her ass and pussy up in the air eager for this younger man to fill her with his massive cock. I was also the insecure, worried-about-how-she's-built-and-looks wife wondering what the heck she was doing there.



When Rob complimented me on my body, reassuring me that I put plenty of younger women to shame, I melted again. He knew just what to say and when to say it. Setting aside my insecurity, distantly aware that Doug was watching from a nearby chair, I arched my back more, flexing my hips up and opening my pussy for Rob's use. He teased me a lot before entering me and every moment of the teasing only served to make my desires grow. He bent over me so I could feel him against my back, his cock bouncing against the inside of my thighs, SO close to my pussy. He knelt up behind me, holding his length, rubbing the swollen knob of his cockhead back and forth over my clit, teasing at the sopping opening of my sex, and then using the juice to tease my clit more.



Finally, when I thought I wouldn't be able to breathe another breath without it, he lined himself up with my opening and pushed part of his length into me. It's a moment in the experience that I'll never forget. Having any new lover penetrate you is wondrous and memorable, but the first new cock since I'd gotten married was phenomenal. I was aware of every little sensation, as if all my nerves had been magnified a thousand times. I felt the slick sponginess of his cockhead press between my swollen and well lubed inner lips. I felt the pressure as he pressed forward, his movement forcing the hard crown of his manhood to spread, stretch and open the entrance of my pussy. I felt my breath gush from me involuntarily and the sweet feeling of success when just the head of his cock was inside me. I felt every delicious micro-inch of his achingly hard shaft as he continued to push himself into me and I clearly remember thinking, as an orgasm started to build, that if this was how good only an inch or so felt, all of it was going to make me explode!



With just an inch or so in he withdrew some and my pussy felt abandoned. But he kept his cockhead inside me and immediately reversed course, pushing more of his length into me than he had. With about two thirds of his cock into me I felt my orgasm build some more, swelling within me; filling up with a pressure that I knew I was going to enjoy feeling when it overflowed.



He withdrew again and I took the chance to inhale a breath I desperately needed. As he pushed into me again I held my breath and this time he didn't stop pushing until his balls were pressed against my wet lips and his cockhead was against my cervix, steadily stretching my pussy to the proper depth to accept all of him. When my orgasm washed over and through me my breath escaped in a groan that sounded more like the wale of a tortured animal finally released from captivity. I could feel my pussy pulsing around his cock; I felt myself get even wetter as my juices washed down the length of his manhood; I felt his cock jump at the sensation, rubbing and moving deep within me and more than anything I wanted that cock pounding me into delicious sexual oblivion.



I lost track of time as he began a rhythmic stroking in and out of me; out until only his cockhead still split my pussy open, and then in so that his full balls slapped my clit while his shaft penetrated my wet depths. I also lost track of how many orgasms I had as he pumped me steadily, sometimes reaching around to rub my clit, his hands/fingers sometimes exploring gently at my backdoor.



When he pulled out of me and his hands moved me to lay on my back I did as directed. I didn't think about how I looked or what he thought. I laid down and spread my legs as far and wide as I could comfortably get them, opening my now used pussy for his view -- and for his use. Within moments he was above me, his weight on his hands and knees, his fantastic cock once again sliding into me; stretching my pussy open; pushing on my cervix until my channel fully engulfed his length. I could feel him moving just right so that every time he stroked his pubis pushed across my clit and soon I was rocking in orgasms, my juices flowing freely around us and dribbling down between the cheeks of my ass to soak the bed.



More time passed in exquisite heaven... more orgasms claimed me... his cock seemed to never stop pleasuring me... and then it was gone. I felt him laying down beside me and I looked over to see that magnificent shaft pointing at the ceiling, shiny with my juices. Vaguely I was aware of my husband naked, casually stroking his own erection in the chair. He watched as I straddled Rob, grabbing his length and guiding it once again to my dripping hole as I settled my weight down without any hesitation, taking Rob's full length in a single stroke. The groan that escaped me was the result of the air being forced from my body as Rob filled me. Leaning forward with my hands on his chest to support myself, I worked my hips up and down that length, back and forth to stir it in me when it was completely buried. I lost track of the number of orgasms I had while using that hard male organ for my own selfish pleasure. I knew Rob was enjoying it; I knew Doug was watching. I forgot about both of them and escaped into my own selfish sexual world where Rob's cock existed only for me to use as I saw fit and Doug had no choice but to watch and enjoy. I had become the female sexual animal taking my pleasure from what was available until my hips began to ache and my arms grew tired of holding myself up.



Dim awareness began to return and I felt bad for having neglected Doug for so long. As I recovered from my repeated orgasms and my breathing started to return to normal, I crooked a finger at him, calling him over to lie down on the bed. Climbing off Rob, I knelt beside the bed and began to energetically and hungrily suck and stroke Doug's cock. As I did so, Rob moved around to kneel behind me and I thought he was going to take me doggy-style again while I sucked Doug. I wouldn't have minded a bit but Rob left me to pleasure my husband, while teasing me and keeping me on edge too. As I filled my mouth with Doug's length, stroking his shaft as I sucked and massaging his balls -- consciously thinking that I could squeeze the cum out -- Rob started kissing my neck, playing with my nipples and clit, watching me from mere inches away as I orally pleasured my husband.



At one point Doug gasped in pleasure as I forced more of his cock into my mouth than ever before, his cockhead entering my throat. What he didn't know was that my motion on his cock was caused by Rob unexpectedly and without warning sliding a finger into my butt. It was such a surprise that my reaction was to flinch away from the penetrating digit; the result -- at the other end -- being me forcing Doug's cock into my throat. Normally I'm closed to anything anal-related but that finger felt so good that when I realized how I'd reacted, I did the exact opposite. I pulled Doug's length out of my throat, moving my body back and down to bury Rob's finger as deep in my ass as he could reach. Moments later Doug came and I kept stroking until there was no more cum to be had.



With Doug temporarily satisfied, Rob moved me back onto the bed into the doggy style position once again. It was heaven to feel my pussy filled again but this time he wasn't there for my pleasure. This time the fucking he gave me was more animalistic and he pounded into my sex in an effort to get his own orgasm. I had several more orgasms as he used my sex, his orgasm finally flowing through him. When he came he buried himself deep into me, his hands pulling my hips back as his hips thrust his full length forward. I could feel his balls pulsing against my pussy lips as his cock spat gobs of cum into me. Usually I could feel Doug's cock pulse when he came but not his cum flowing. With Rob I felt both -- and it felt like he was stretching my pussy even more as the volume of his cum filled me before flowing down around his shaft and starting to seep out of me.



We all rested for a few minutes, catching our breath and having a glass of wine. On the one hand it felt odd to be so casually naked with two men. On the other hand the only odd thing was how happy my husband looked that another man had just thoroughly fucked me and filled me up with his cum -- while my husband watched.



After a brief period of resting, Doug got cleaned up, dressed and left the room. It was something we had previously agreed on. While he wanted to be there for the first time, he understood I wanted to be able to play free of any concerns about how he might react to what he saw or heard; I wanted to be alone with Rob to simply enjoy him without any concern for Doug's presence.



When Doug had left, Rob and I cuddled, talked and sipped some more wine. He was honest in admitting that he felt more comfortable with me without Doug there watching. Before long we were kissing again and he did his "kiss down the length of my body" thing, ending up with his mouth on my pussy. This time around he really did take his time and demonstrate his pussy-eating skills. He was quite good at it and he had me orgasming before long. By the time I came down my pussy was quite sensitive and needed a break which he gladly accepted since I made my intention of returning the service known.



Kneeling on the floor beside the bed I took my time tasting and sucking him; stroking his length and massaging / sucking / licking his balls. I was enjoying giving him that pleasure and getting his feedback. Throughout the time I was orally pleasuring him he moaned and groaned, his sounds of pleasure interrupted only when he asked me a few questions. Was I enjoying myself? Absolutely. Did I enjoy having a larger cock than Doug's? Oh, yes. Although they were questions I wouldn't normally think about or talk about, since he asked, I answered and we were both happy with my replies. As I worked his length I absent-mindedly made the decision to try something new and when he asked me to swallow his cum I agreed in an effort to please him. Thankfully his second load wasn't as much as his first and when his cock began flowing the thick sticky cum into my mouth I breathed and swallowed, breathed and swallowed, stroked, milked, sucked, breathed and swallowed. I can't say I really enjoyed the act of swallowing his cum, but I didn't thoroughly enjoy bringing him so much pleasure.



After my time with Rob alone was through I realized that I had done things with him -- and let him do things to me -- that I'd never done with Doug... and I had enjoyed every bit of it. On the one hand I felt a little guilty because of that. On the other hand I felt deliciously naughty and sexually liberated and quite pleased with myself for having done so.



Rob and I got cleaned up and dressed and went down to meet Doug at the bar. All the way down in the elevator Rob was being quite affectionate and told me he really hoped we could meet sometime again... soon. I wanted that too but didn't want to appear too anxious as I was still worried about Doug's feelings. To my surprise I needn't have worried at all: Doug suggested that we meet again for a repeat encounter and I was happy to agree. Rob was pleased.



So that's my story of my first time with another man...



There were follow-up meetings with both Doug and Rob present, as well as times I met Rob on my own. There is definitely a different "flavor" to meeting a lover with your husband versus meeting a lover alone but with your husband's knowledge and blessing. Both are fun and I'm glad that Doug suggested the idea and I love him for letting me enjoy the sexual pleasures without any emotional hang-ups.



Ladies -- if your husband offers you this opportunity, I highly recommend you take him up on it!

