First time with someone other than my husband [MF][MFM]

My husband (we’ll call him D) and I weren’t exactly new to the idea of playing with others. We’d been to the local swinger’s club about a half-dozen times, and had done just about everything but swap or have sex with someone else. The last time we were there, he took me into a private room, but left the door open with the chain across so that anyone could watch. We had a small crowd crammed into the tiny doorway, watching him fuck me hard and fast from behind, and it was intense as hell.

As we drove home that night, we started talking about how much we enjoyed it. I was slightly drunk, and still wickedly horny, so I confessed to him that I had locked eyes with a man standing at the edge of the door. He was tall, and had big shoulders, but his stare was so intense that I couldn’t help but get drawn in. I told D that all I wanted in that moment was to have him come into the room, and feed his cock into my mouth while I was getting fucked. When we got home, D dragged me into the bedroom, and started licking my pussy on the sofa. He asked me to keep talking, and I lost my head, finally screaming out that I wanted to get fucked by a stranger’s cock. I came so hard from that confession and his tongue on my clit that I nearly passed out.

The next few days, we kept talking about it. I admitted that it was something I really wanted, and he happily confessed that it was a huge fantasy of his. We had a lot of fun swapping fantasies, and getting turned on by the conversation. About two weekends later, our kids left to spend the summer with their grandparents, and D told me that a friend of his from the Navy was coming to visit for a few days. He and J had served together for six years, and were really close. I was excited to meet J, and insisted that he stay with us for his visit.

J arrived early on Saturday afternoon. After the requisite hugs and small talk, we went out to lunch. I learned that he’d gotten a divorce about a year ago, and hadn’t been seeing anyone recently. J was really, REALLY gorgeous. He was tall, about 6’3″, and about 220 pounds. I recognized he was flirting with me, and I quietly sent D a text asking if he was okay with that, and D just grinned and nodded at me. We went back to the house afterwards, and played board games for about five hours. (D and I are huge nerds, and love to play games. It worked out well that J was too.) We realized it was late, and that we were hungry, so D went outside to fire up the grill and cook some hamburgers.

As soon as D was outside, J turned the flirting up to 10. He kept putting his hand on my arm, and commenting how amazing I looked with two kids. I started flirting back, but before I took things too far, I excused myself, saying I wanted to check to see if D needed anything. I went outside, and told D that J was flirting with me quite a bit. He grinned, and said, “I’m not surprised. He’s definitely interested in you, and you’re just his type.” I should have been taken aback, but the combination of the two drinks I’d had while we played games and our recent fantasies made me much bolder than I normally would be. I shrugged, and said, “In that case, I’m going to go change, make sure he’s got something fun to look at while he flirts with me.” D stared at me, stunned, and grabbed me. He pulled me in for a kiss, and whispered in my ear, “Do it.”

I went back into the house, told J I needed to go to the bathroom, and went to our bedroom. I took off my jeans and t-shirt, and changed into a pair of shorts that I normally don’t wear around anyone but D, a red tank top, and a bra that made my tits nearly spill out. I was nearly shaking, but I was already so turned on that I didn’t want to stop. I went back into the kitchen, but J wasn’t there. I heard talking out on the deck, so I peeked outside. The two of them were deep in conversation. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I spied for a few minutes, trying to figure out what was up. Finally, I opened the door and walked outside. “What are you guys talking about?” J turned to say something, but fell silent when he saw me. Both of them were staring at me, and I felt this rush of nervousness and a thrill pass through me. Finally, D said, “Well, the burgers are nearly done, but I forgot the fries. If you guys will put the burgers in the microwave under foil, I’ll run and get the fries from Kroger.” Before I could say anything, he walked up to me, kissed me on the cheek, whispered, “Have fun…”, and left.

J started scooping up the burgers and piling them on the plate. I followed him inside, and got out the tinfoil. We threw them in the microwave, and then stood there awkwardly for about twenty seconds. Finally, I asked, “So what were you two talking about outside?” He considered me for a moment, and then said, “D was telling me about some conversations you two have had recently.” “What kind of conversations?” I asked, trying to sound sexy, and probably coming off as terrified. He stepped closer, now only inches away. “Conversations about you getting to be with another man.” All the blood was rushing to my head, and I felt my face flush. I looked up at him, and said, “Yeah? And what do you think about that?”

The next thing I knew, the first person other than my husband to kiss me in five years had me pressed back against the counter, his hands around my waist, and his lips on mine. He kissed me deeply, and his hands slipped under the hem of my tank top, so his fingertips were resting on my skin. I threw my arms around his neck, and he picked me up and sat me on the countertop. His lips went to my neck, and I shivered. I grabbed at his shirt, and tugged. He obliged me, peeling his shirt off, and then grabbed the straps of my tank top and bra, pushing them down over my shoulders and uncovering my tits. He buried his face in them, flicking his tongue over my nipple and making me moan. At this point, blood was thundering in my ears and my entire body felt hot. I gasped out, “Sofa. Now.”

We stumbled through the doorway, still kissing and pawing at one another. My top and bra were thrown to the side, and I pushed my shorts down to the floor. I shoved him back onto the couch, and dropped to my knees, fumbling with his belt. He helped me, fishing out a cock swollen and thick. I thought that I’d be so turned on that I wouldn’t think about the fact that this wasn’t my husband, but that thought was screaming in my head, and it made me feel hungry and deliciously naughty as I took him in my mouth. His groans were amazing, and I worked his cock with my hand as I swirled my tongue around his swollen head. I reached between my legs, and my panties were dripping wet.

After a few moments, I crawled up to kiss him, and he pushed his jeans all the way off. I should have asked about a condom, I should have asked my husband the rules beforehand, I should have done a lot of things. I didn’t do any of them. I pulled my panties to the side, and settled my dripping pussy onto his cock, sinking down all the way. It was one of the most intense, delirious moments of my sexual life. I started cumming almost immediately, the thought that I had just met this man who was not my husband and he was now fucking me making me insane. His hands grasped at my ass, and his mouth was on my tits. I was moaning, gasping, “Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…” over and over again. His cock was incredible, the same length of my husband but slightly thicker, and I was dribbling it all over it.

After a few minutes of me riding him, he picked me up, and manhandled me over to the edge of the sofa, laying me down on my back. He lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder, and started fucking me in long, smooth strokes. He licked his thumb, and started rubbing my clit with it. He locked his eyes with me, and started growling in a low, sexy voice. “Do you like my cock inside you?” I nodded, moaning softly. “Do you like fucking your husband’s friend?” I nodded harder, gasping. He leaned closer. “Do you like knowing that I’m only the first cock that will be inside you tonight?” This pushed me over the edge. My hips bucked, I screamed out loud, and I could feel myself gush over his cock as I came harder than I had in months. It wasn’t his cock, although his cock was amazing. It wasn’t just that I was fucking another man after five years of marriage. It was the knowledge that this evening, I was going to be fucked by two different men, filled with two different men’s cum, and that all I wanted was them to fuck me every way they wanted.

I gasped out, “Don’t stop fucking me. Slow down if you need to, but don’t stop fucking me. I want your cock inside me with he gets back home.” He nodded me, and slowed his thrusts to these delicious, long strokes. For five more minutes, I came several times, each time to J saying something intensely dirty, such as, “Your married pussy is incredible…” When I heard the front door open, I had this rush of fear and thrill. This was the moment. D might see it happening, and realize he wasn’t okay with it, and that was the biggest fear of all. Now that I’d tasted this experience, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I craned my head backwards, seeing him walk slowly towards me. He dropped the bag he was holding, and knelt next to the head of the sofa. He kissed me deeply, and the rush of relief and arousal made me cum again. Feeling my pussy spasm on his cock while my husband’s tongue was in my mouth was intense and delicious, but was immediately topped by the sound of J’s voice asking D if he could cum in his wife’s pussy. D grinned, and nodded, his hand falling down to my tits and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I felt J cum, spurting deep into my married pussy, and I moaned aloud again…

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