The first time I had sex with my husband was the same day I fucked his roommate [FM]

My husband didn’t know this story until YEARS later. But, the first time we had sex was only a few hours after I had slept with his roommate.

So, when we first started dating, my husband and I were both seeing other people. I was dating his roommate, Scott, in secret and he was engaged to a woman he used to work with and had been for a year. I had a huge crush on him, but didn’t think there was a chance since he was engaged to this woman.

Scott, my boyfriend at the time had just gotten a divorce, and he was a total mess and his whole life fell apart, so he was staying with my husband, Brian, until he could find a place. Scott and I met because we both ran together in this running club. I was Scott’s like secret side piece, even though I was kind of dumb and young at the time and knew it would end up a mess. No one knew we were dating and so it just looked like Scott and I were running friends and Brian saw me all the time at his house.

Anyways, one Friday night Scott and I are by the pool alone in the house and he tells me he’s still in love with his wife and is going to try and make it work with her. I kind of saw it coming – and was warned by friends – so I played it off. I was even like, I’ll show him!

“We should have sex one last time, for memories and what not,” I offered.

He instantly said yes, and led me to the room he was staying in and pulled off my bikini. He went after me like a starving man seeing food for the first time in weeks. He buried his face between my legs and made me cum hard. He was trying harder right then than he ever had before. I think it was some sort of primal thing where he wanted to make sure I missed him.

Scott had an amazing cock. It was a very solid eight inches, thick, and curved right upwards. He was one of the first people I had an intense PIV orgasm with. He also had serious stamina, so we would go for literally hours.

That day, he even topped himself. He had me bent over the edge of the bed and was fucking me so hard I was drooling, then on the floor against the wall, then flat on my stomach on the bed, then on the edge of the bed with my feet on his shoulders and he was just tossing me around.

It was almost 90 minutes of straight, cardio fucking. Neither one of us could breathe and I finally knew the definition of hate fucking/fucking like you paid for it. I came four times, and he came twice. I was a complete mess. We were out of condoms, so he came on my back and face and I was wiping it off with tissues.

I pulled on my running shorts and sports bra I wore to run over to his place earlier today and went to go pee and get water since Scott went to shower in his bathroom. In the bathroom I got totally cleaned up and pee’d and I was still breathing heavy when I walked out of the bathroom. That’s when Brian walked in the front door, directly across from where I just walked out of.

He saw me and smiled, we’d talked a bunch up to this point, and he asked me how the run was. I realized I did look like I just ran a marathon. I heard Scott turn on the shower in the other room. And I said it was great, Scott was showering and I was just leaving.

Brian instantly became a gentleman, he was like, let’s get you some water. And he starts making me a glass of ice water and brings out coconut water and is like, I can make you fresh juice, and just being really nice. He asks if I was going to run back home, and I realized I didn’t have a plan and I was tired – but it’s only 4 miles so I would have walked it or grabbed an uber.

He says he didn’t see my car, and he was heading back out for a bit, did I want a ride. I shrugged, sure. Like I said, I had a total crush on him. I say I’m going to say goodbye to Scott, and he’s like, he’s in the shower, he’ll get it. So we just leave. Scott texted me an hour later and was all like, where’d you go? But fuck that guy, he’d just dumped me.

Brian drives me back to my tiny apartment and I’m really self conscious about sitting on his really nice leather seats while covered in sweat, but he says it doesn’t matter.

We get back to my place, and at this point it’s starting to get dark, so I was glad for the ride. He asks if he can use the bathroom. We head up, and my roommates are out for the night, and so we’re chilling and talking.

We just start talking, and I open wine and we’re sitting there talking for like an hour. Brian is a bit nerdy, he’s a head engineer for a huge company, but he’s also really genuine and open and funny which is rare for engineers I later found out – he was the first I’d really ever met.

We’re talking and joking and I’m laughing my ass off and eventually, being covered in sweat was getting to me. So, I ask him if he’d mind if I take a quick shower and come back, he’s welcome to turn on the TV or whatever. He agrees. So, I run into the bathroom and turn on the water, stripping down and setting out a towel.

I quickly scrub the dried cum off my back and rub off all of Scott’s sweat. Lighting fast shower. I get out and dry off and realize I didn’t get any clothes to wear after. So I wrap the towel around me and sneak out and I see him looking at all my books on the big shelf. So I go across the hall to my bedroom and drop my towel and realize everything I own is dirty, so I pull on a tank top and pajama shorts that were laying on my bed – my hair was super short at the time which saved me a ton of time.

When I come out, Brian is flipping through my favorite book, The Collected Poems of Anne Sexton. And, he says he loves this book, and I get a little embarrassed about all of the hand written notes that are in there right then, but I also kind of want to fuck his brains out just for knowing who Anne Sexton was.

He pours me more wine and we sit back down and keep talking. Now that I’m not sweaty, I sit next to him on the couch. We are just laughing and talking about how stupid Scott is, and his work, and my work, and it was like this instant connection. I was totally smitten. Like for real smitten, even though I could still feel how sensitive my pussy was from Scott fucking me upside down for 90 minutes like an hour ago.

We put on some music and we’re talking more and I ask if he wanted to stay and eat dinner with me, and he says sure. I know he’s engaged, but we just kind of avoid the subject until we’re standing in the kitchen and he drops the bomb that they just broke up but they aren’t telling anyone yet because of family stuff going on.

My heart completely drops. And, he seems really upset and earnest about it, and I just want him to be happy. I say sorry, and he starts talking about how they just fell out of love and they didn’t see eye to eye on enough stuff to build a life together. I tell him I sympathize and we hug, and there’s a lot said inside of that hug. It was a close one, the kind where you squeeze more and feel each other’s intentions.

The hug went on for way longer than hugs go on, like a solid two minutes. But, I’m loving it and just stay. He pulls back a bit, and we’re just looking into each other’s eyes. I say sorry again, and half way through he kisses me. And it’s the most electric, sudden kiss I’ve ever had in my life. I instantly got goose bumps and pictured us having babies together – it was bizarre. I tasted the red wine on his lips and his rough beard on my face and it was wonderful. His hands were anchors holding me in place, against him.

I needed him right then without question. I didn’t even realize I was pulling at his belt and top of his pants. We broke apart and panting, he said he wasn’t sure about this, and I said I was and I took my tank top off, standing bare chested in front of him. He looked surprised, but there was a fire and lust in his eyes.

Wordlessly, we kissed again, this time, he was all over my body. Kissing down my chest, sucking my nipples into his mouth, then he swiftly pulled down my shorts exposing my shaved pussy lips. He pulled one of my legs over his shoulder and pushed his lips and tongue against me. It was sore, but felt life changing. I braced myself against the counter and pushed Scott out of my mind.

I had one hand on his head and the other against the stovetop and he was relentless and very good at what he was doing. He had me grinding my hips into him, then he slid a finger inside of me and was massaging inside my pussy and I was getting weak at the knees.

“The bedroom,” I said.

He literally picked me up and walked me down the hall, I pointed at my room and he threw me onto the bed. I hopped up and pulled more at his complicated belt, then demanded he take off his clothes. I needed him inside of me.

He wiggled out of his pants and boxers, which had penguins on them, which was cute, and he stood there naked in the harsh lighting in my room. He was in great shape, muscular and took care of himself. Just enough hairy to be manly and not gross. And his cock was beautiful. I took it in my hand looking down. It was the perfect size, maybe 7.5 inches and thick. Veins stood out from the shaft and I felt them softly with my fingers.

He laughed a bit awkwardly and I realized I was just standing there caressing his cock and staring at it. I smiled, dropped to my knees and took his dick in my mouth. He was already slick with precum, and I licked him clean, bobbing my head across the tip and stroking with my other hand. He moaned.

He pulled me up and we crawled backwards across the bed and with me below him, he slid his cock inside of me slowly, and it felt like a puzzle piece finding it’s home. I grabbed his back and pulled him closer, trying to meld with him. He had one hand below my back and the other on the side of my face. We were staring in each other’s eyes. When he started thrusting into me, I thought I was going to melt. The soreness vanished and I just wanted him inside of me forever. We kissed and pawed at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

He moaned, and I grabbed his ass with one hand, and his face with the other and felt him cum deep inside of me. The second he started cumming, I had a slow, gentle orgasm and clenched against him, shuddering.

We fell together, him staying inside of me, and we laid together for a long time not saying anything. After he slid out of me, I turned against him and we spooned. I told him that was magical and he agreed. We both fell asleep like that.

My lease was up a month later, so I moved in with him.

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25 comments on “The first time I had sex with my husband was the same day I fucked his roommate [FM]

  1. Amazing story. Not only sex but I wanted to keep reading. You are an amazing writer

  2. This was a great read, I literally wanted you and your husband to get together by the end of it, felt like reading a really engrossing novel (in a good way haha).

  3. Holy cow, this was perfectly told. The right amount of sex to exposition. Drawing me in, calming me down, then drawing me in again. Beautifully done.

  4. This was really great. I’m happy on how you met your husband. Wish you guy’s the best in life.

  5. So if scott had tell u in the pool i is not planning going back to his wife and that he fall in love with u u two had fucked and stayed together after it. But he dumped u u felt hurt and belittled so brian comes across well educated and with a good career and ur subconsciousness takes over and decides he is a man i maybe not in love with like with scott but he is well off and we can start a family… Sweet

  6. Hay! I’m an engineer with a good sense of humor! Not all engineers engineer their relationships. Ask my wife! What a romantic story!

  7. As someone whose name is Scott and whose brother’s name is Brian, this story threw me for a loop.

  8. Amazing story. Did your husband really know who Anne Sexton is or did he just bullshit that part to try to impress you?

  9. Right after the very first time I had sex with my exwife she went immediately to have sex with her then boyfriend. I met her in a bar, we shared a couple of drinks and I took her to my place, right after we finished the second round she got all frantic, got dressed extremely fast and ran out, some days later I called her and she told me her BF had just arrived that night (they had a 4 years long distance relationship, planning to get married) and was waiting for her at her place, so to calm him down as soon as she arrived before he started complaning she gor naked and…

  10. Were you happy for Brian to come inside you, but not Scott? Or did you just not mention the condom during the second encounter.

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