A long time ago, [I wrote a story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1psv3j/remembering_my_first_blowjob_mf/) about the first time my now-wife gave me a blowjob, which was the first she’d given and the first I’d received. This post revisits that, but from her perspective.
On our most recent anniversary, my wife and I were staying in a fancy hotel after a lovely dinner, a lot of drinking, and a fun conversation remembering our early time together. When we got back to our room and we were in bed together, that conversation took a more sexual turn. My wife was already naked and she was pulling my last piece of clothing off.
I asked her, “Do you remember what you were thinking the first time you took my underwear off?”
“I was excited and turned on, knowing that I was about to see a man naked for the first time.”
“What else?”
“I was wondering what this would look like,” she said as she started to slowly rub my cock. “How big it would be. Whether I’d be able to get into my mouth. If you were going to be circumcised and if I’d even be able to tell one way or another.”
“You would have been able to tell.”
“I guess I’d been thinking about your penis a lot, since I knew that I was about to see it and touch it and suck it for the first time.” She laughed and gave me a little squeeze as she said this, and continued with her slow hand job, getting me fully hard. Her word choice, too. Normally she would say “go down” rather than “suck”, but thanks to the alcohol, she was feeling and talking a bit more dirty than she usually would. So I tried to use more dirty language also and keep that going.
“So you already knew you were going to blow me that night?”
“Kind of. Mmmmmm,” she gave a little moan as I used my fingers to start to tease my way into her pussy, which she’d trimmed really short. “I’d decided earlier in the week that if the mood was right, that I was ready. You had to go on a trip the next day, remember? I thought a blowjob would keep you thinking about me until you got back.”
“You were right! So what sorts of things were you thinking about?”
“Well, when we’d talked about our pasts, you’d told me that you’d had sex with your exes, but that you always used condoms and that they didn’t give you blowjobs.”
“Yeah, I remember that conversation.”
“I was so glad that there was something sexual that you hadn’t done yet, so that we could still have some shared first time memories.”
“I’m really glad about that too. Believe me, I wish you had been my first for everything.” And that wasn’t just a line. I really did mean it.
“You’re sweet,” she said. “And sexy.”
“It’s so hot to me that that you had decided in advance. Like, we were hanging out that night and you’re thinking ‘I’m going to suck his cock later’ but I had no idea what was coming!”
“You had no idea that you would be cumming!,” she laughed, emphasizing the pun. “Yeah, that was hot. I had this fun, dirty little secret all night long and it really had me turned on. It’s a big deal for a girl, her first man naked, her first cock, her first blowjob, her first time making a man cum. And I was planning to check all those off in the same night.”
As she said all this, we were both getting more into the touching. I had a finger going in and out of her pussy and she was slowly rubbing my cock and balls. “I’ve always wondered about that last part,” I said between pleasurable moans.
“What about it?”
“How did you decide what to do for when I finished?”
“Honestly? I was really insecure because you’d had sex before with your exes. And you knew that I’d barely done anything with guys. And it’s not just that you had sex with them, but of course my mind imagined you fucking each other’s brains out every single night, wild sex and orgasms. So I felt like I was competing in your mind with those girls.”
We’d both stopped touching each other as she said this, and it was a bit of a tender and somber moment of honesty. I gave her a big hug and a passionate kiss and tried to reassure her. “You’re not competing and you never were. And it was never like that with them. I’m sorry you felt that way and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way.”
“You didn’t, it was all me. And it’s ok. It doesn’t matter anymore. But I guess it worked in your favor back then, because it made me some weird combination of jealous and horny. I wanted to give you what those other girls hadn’t. And still today years later, it turns me on and makes me happy to know that I’m the only person who’s ever had your cum in their pussy and mouth.”
“That is so fucking hot to hear,” I said with a little bit of a breathless moan, as we had started touching each other again and she was stroking my cock a bit faster. “Were you nervous about giving a blowjob?”
“Tentative more than nervous, but yeah.”
“Did you like, read articles in Cosmo, or what?”
“Oh, I see. You’re trying to imagine your innocent girlfriend getting ready to suck cock?”
“Exactly. By the way, your filthy mouth is so hot,” I said, wanting to continue to encourage her dirty talking.
“Well if you think my mouth is filthy, you should have seen my browser history and my thoughts in the days leading up to that night!”
“Tell me.”
“Well, I read pretty much every article Cosmo had about giving a blowjob. I decided that I’d do it with you on the bed. That I wanted to save the sluttier down on my knees, you up against a wall, cock-worship blowjob for sometime in the future when I was more confident.”
“That’s hot. You hadn’t even given me a blowjob yet and you were already thinking about future ones.”
“But the part you really want to hear is that I always knew, from the first moment I started thinking about it, that I was going to swallow every drop of your cum. So you tell me now, what do you remember about that moment when you were about to cum?,” she asked, turning the tables on me and becoming the questioner.
“I mean, I already couldn’t believe what was happening. Part of me was just enjoying every sensation and the committing to memory the visual of your mouth going up and down on my cock. Part of me was trying not to cum, because I didn’t want it to end. And part of me was a bit nervous, wondering what was going to happen when I finally did explode.”
“What did you think was going to happen?”
“I didn’t know. I knew it was your first blowjob, so I didn’t know what you’d want. And we’d never talked about it. I certainly remember hoping that you would swallow my cum. I remember getting close and giving you some sort of warning, like that if you don’t stop, I’m going to cum. And do you remember what you said?”
“Yes. But I want to hear you tell me.”
At this point, we’d both really picked up the pace. She was giving me a full on hand job and my fingers were soaked as I continued to play with her pussy and clit. Both of us were having our speech disturbed a bit by small groans of pleasure.
You paused for just a moment, and you looked right in my eyes with my hard cock right in front of your face, and you said “good” and then you went right back to blowing me.
“I think I was saying it in a sweet way and you remember it in a more sexy way. But either way, it did the trick, because a minute later I had swallowed your cum and you were looking at me like I was the most amazing thing you’d ever seen. Kind of like right now,” she said, since her hand job and the remembering had me leaking pre-cum and on the edge of orgasm.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum,” I said, purposefully using the same words from all those years ago while staring into her eyes.
“Good,” was her response, with a big smile. She leaned over, licked and kissed the pre-cum covered tip of my cock, and then took me into her mouth to finish the job. That anniversary night, she swallowed one load, took another in her pussy as we finished together, and then we fell asleep holding each other.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9y1t5e/my_wife_and_i_reminisced_about_the_first_time_she
Tldr please