First time. Go Easy.

“You sure?” he looks deep into my eyes and squeezes my hand. I can tell he’s just as excited as I am about this experience.
I nod. “I’m sure.” I love that I can give him this experience. That I can serve him in this way.
His mouth tilts up into a smile. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
He pushes open the door then and when he steps inside the room, his shoulders square and I can already tell he’s getting into his role. His knuckles brush over my knuckles when last time and then he lets go, ready to fulfill his own needs, and mine.
He takes his time. Looks around.
“Anyone else you like?” I ask, a little shy.
He laughs a little. “Everyone else.” His eyes sweep over the room, but I know the second he finds the one. She small, petite. Curly chestnut hair.
“Her,” he says, and we walk over to the bar where she sits. At first it’s odd how at home he seems here. He orders a drink. I’ve never seem him drink before, but when he throws his first shot back.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks the girl, and I like that he cuts right to the chase. Doesn’t mess around. He knows why he’s here, what he wants, and it has nothing to do with her personality.
“Sure,” she says, and he rewards her with a grin.
The drink comes and as she takes her first sip, he puts his arm around the back of her chair.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he says, and he knows it will be his pleasure. Those lips that sip the drink he’s bought her, will say thank you again in an hour while on her knees.
He looks back at me, happy that I’m giving him this. Giving him her.
He touches her tanned shoulder. “You’re soft.” He tells her, and he toys with the strap of her dress. He slips one finger underneath. She watches, as turned on by his confidence as me.
She takes another sip of her drink. I don’t blame her, my husband can be intense. Disarming in the best way. She should be so lucky.
He puts his hand on either side of her barstool, and turns her to face him. “You’re beautiful,” he says.
“Thank you.”
“No. I mean it. From the second I walked in this room, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you.”
She giggles a little and it’s obvious just how young she is.
“How old are you?” he asks.
“Promise not to tell?” she asks.
He trails a finger under the short hem of her skirt. “Yes.”
“18.”
“You shouldn’t be here.” He sits back on his bar stool, but she leans forward, pushing her tits together. His eyes move to her cleavage.
“I like older guys,” she says.
“I like younger women.”
She blushes.
“You’re adorable.” He leans over and kisses her cheek, putting his hand on her thigh now, rubbing. I love watching him like this. Calm, confident, in control. “Can I be forward with you?” He asks, and she nods.
“Good.” He licks his lips. “I’m twice your age. I’m married.” He shows her his ring, and at first I can tell it disappoints her, but he lifts her chin with his finger. “But, I want to fuck you so hard, you bleed. And my wife wants to watch.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Her eyes move to me, taking me in, then back to my husband.
“What do you say?” he asks.
She looks at me. Then back at him, and nods.
He leans forward, and pulls her close to him, kissing her softly. Tenderly. She likes it. I like it.
“You taste good,” he says. “This is going to be fun.”
He helps her stand, so gentle with her and wraps his arm around her waist. “Let’s go back to my place.”
He orders the car brought up. The valet looks at us a little funny as he opens our door.
“Go to the bathroom and take off your underwear,” he says to me. I do what he says, grateful that although tonight is about him satisfying his needs, he hasn’t forgotten mine.
They’re snuggling when I get back. He’s kissing her neck and his hand up her skirt.
“Sit in the back,” he says. “I want you to watch her touch me.”
In the car. He toys with her hair, watches it fall through his fingers. I love how much he’s After a moment he grows impatient, the drive too long. He unzips his pants and pulls her hands into his lap. She touches him softly and his cock gets hard.
“That feels good. I love your hands on me.” He leans his seat back a little so she can touch him more easily.
When we get back to the house he opens her door, not mine. He’s too focused on his own pleasure, just as I asked him to be. He points to a chair for me to sit, and I obey. Excited to watch my husband enjoy himself.
He starts to kiss her again and inches up her skirt. She’s wearing a lacy thong. He plays with the string for some time. He unzips her dress and slides it off her body. He steps back to look at her. Wow. You’re beautiful. She’s wearing black bra and panties.
He kneels in front of her and kisses her through her panties. He spreads her legs, and smells her. He moves aside her thong and pushes his finger inside her. She gasps. Doubling over on him.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” He lays her back onto the couch, and push his fingers back insider her. She’s shaven, and I know he likes it. He helps her out of her bra and thong and then kisses her pussy, moaning as he tastes her. Like he can’t stand waiting anymore he stands, and takes off his own underwear. His erection springs from his pants, and her eyes widen. “It’s so big.”
He takes her hand and helps her guide his cock into her mouth. She gently sucks, and he grips the back of her head. Once he’s had enough of her mouth, he kneels over her, spreading her legs wide and then pushes himself inside her.
She yelps in pain, but he doesn’t stop. “Are you okay, baby?” he asks.
She sniffles. “I’m a virgin. It hurts.”
“It’s supposed to.”
He waves me over and I get in place behind her to hold her still for him. He thrusts once, hard and she screams. He doesn’t stop, enjoying the pleasure of being inside her too much. Blood runs out of her pussy onto his cock, as he rocks back and forth. He groans when he finishes, and his come mixes with her blood as it runs down her legs. She collapses against him and he holds her softly.
Finished with her, he stands. “Clean her up,” he tells me. I move to get a towel, but he grabs my wrist. “With your mouth.”
He pushes me down to kneel in front of her. He spreads her trembling legs softly and then watches as I lick his cum from inside her. He gives me a faint smile and I can see him starting to come back to me. He he kisses her once last time. I love watching him like this. Watching him make her feel this good.
He rolls to his side, and sucks her nipples for a long time, needing comfort for what he’s just done. Needing to be told how good he’s made her feel. He touches her pussy, playing with the mess he made. She’s shaved and soft, and I know he likes that. He deserves this and so much more for everything he’s done for me. He seems so happy in this moment. So taken care of, and this is what makes me want to do this. Why I want to take care of his every need.
He finally stands, finished using her, and pulls her to her feet. “Put this back on and leave.”
She barely has time to slip into her dress before he closes the door in her face.
He walks back over to me with a smile on his face. And then he scoops me into his arms and kisses me passionately.
“Did you like that?” I ask him.
“Yes. But I like you more.” He pushes me down to his cock, and I take him in my mouth. He tastes like her, and it turns me on, knowing it turns him on. I suck him off until he comes in my mouth, and when he explodes in my mouth I swallow his sweet cum, knowing this beautiful man is all mine.

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