[MF] Fist time with my wife, made her come by licking her belly button

Hello, perverts. Settle in for the tale of the first time my wife and I had sex, one of the best nights of my life, firmly engrained in my memory. This one is for everyone out there who’s looking to crank their hog to regular people having some good sex, not “I [18M] cheated on my ex [F37] with her boss’s daughter [F81]”. One of the reasons were seeing such a glut of incest porn is that it is one of the few genres where the script has the actors be kind and and affectionate with each other, and generally have a nice fun time. This story is in that spirit, but without all the weird *Game of Thrones* sister-fucking.

This is eight years ago, when the world was a simpler place. “Like a G6” by Far East Movement was playing on every radio, and the stockpiles of caffeinated Four Loko had not yet run dry. Yes, simpler times. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ’em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you’d say.

Where was I? This was on a Friday in June. I was 22 at the time, and I had just graduated from college. I was bumming around until my job and lease in started in July. The family of a friend from college had generously offered to put me up until then in their house in the Berkeley Hills. Folks, it pays to know rich people. This place had an insane view of the San Francisco skyline and Golden Gate Bridge. They had left a couple of days before to go vacation in France for two weeks (again, rich people, great to know them), and asked me to dogsit their old, fat mutt named Hank. Hank was dumb as a rock, and I loved him. His favorite way to play was me throwing deli turkey at his head.

Being in a fancy house by myself for two weeks, naturally I wanted to tarnish it a little bit by fucking on as many surfaces as possible. Score one for the 99%. You may own all the economy, but I got my ball sweat on your nice duvet. Here’s where my then girlfriend, now wife comes in. Her real name is Timothy, but for our purposes we can call her Maya. She was 21, and a year behind me. We had met in a history seminar my last semester. It turned out we had a number of mutual friends and interests in common. We both like MMA, she can roll her tongue, my elbows are double jointed, it was a match made in heaven. We were also fans of a certain HBO show that was about to air the penultimate episode of its first season (RIP Ned, you were a real one). We had only got together right before I graduated, after some nudging from our friends. She still had a year left to go, but since I was staying in the area, and she was at the university taking summer courses, it seemed like we could make something real with it, more than a friends with benefits deal.

Maya is 5’10”, has dark olive skin (one of her grandparents is from India), black hair which at the time she had in a pixie cut, and a trim body. She’s a little taller and thinner than the girls I had dated previously, but I liked the change. Her face is her best feature, beating the stiff (ha) competition from every part of her that’s below her face. She looks a little bit like Oona Chaplin from *Game of Thrones*, but much hotter. I am a standard issue white guy, 6’0”, brown hair, not fat, not thin. I guess I have muscles, but am way too averse to diet and exercise to tone them or make them look like cool.

That afternoon, she had finished up class, and we met at my favorite Mexican place (La Mission on University Ave., top three carnitas burrito I’ve ever had). She was wearing yoga pants, which is a good way to get my attention. We talked about her courses, and our plans to bike around San Francisco the next day. I asked if she wanted to meet Hank, and she enthusiastically said yes. My pretext worked perfectly.

We pull up to the house, and vigilant Hank is guarding the door. No, he isn’t, that lazy dumbass was lying belly up on the couch. Maya is instantly in love, scratching his ears and under his legs and under his chin. I was unfortunately out of turkey. I grab us a couple of beers, and we head to the patio. The sun was beginning to set, and the view was expectedly astonishing. “Holy shit. Can we stay here forever?” We cuddled up on a reclining lawn chair, and watch the sky change colors and the lights coming on across the Bay.

After a while, she says she’s getting chilly, so I get her one of my oversized sweatshirts. As I’m pulling the sweatshirt over her head, she leans back into me, and I start kissing the back of her neck and around her ears. She moans a little bit, and I keep moving forward, kissing down her cheek, her jaw, and down to her lips. She turns her head around and we are making out, from quick pecks to tongue in a couple minutes. A reach under the sweatshirt and cop a feel. Bra sizing is somehow still opaque to me, but I think she’s somewhere at the beginning of the alphabet. Not swinging church bells, but a nice, substantial handful. She lets out another moan. I move my other hand down her chest to her legs. I’m rubbing her inner thighs over her yoga pants, inching closer and closer in. She turns around and asks if we should go inside.

I lead her to the master bedroom, which is just through a pair of sliding doors from the patio. We plop down on the bed, I turn over, and wish her “good night!” after which she starts smothering me with a pillow. We wrestle around the giant mattress, and she ends up on top of me. I was looking up into her eyes and at her smile, and the feeling hit me that this girl was really special. The other feeling that hit me was that I was rock hard. Our eyes close, and we’re back to making out, long, hungry kisses, my hands on each side of her head, holding her tight.

We flip over, and I’m on top of her, grinding our hips together. I’m not sure why dry humping got relegated to adolescence, it’s such a good way to build things slow, get the anticipation going. Basically Tormund Giantsbane’s advice from [*Game of Thrones*](https://youtu.be/RPLYYvSI_lU?t=71). We’re getting into a rhythm, she’s letting out more of these soft little moans, and then I discover one of the most wonderful things about my wife. Anatomy lesson: only a small part of the clitoris is visible. As a structure, it extends further into the body, spreading out and touching down on different places: the g-spot, the rectum for some women, etc. For my wife, it seems to extend to her whole body. She is the most sensitive person I have been with, by leaps and bounds. This sounds like bullshit, you can believe me or not, but its the truth that she can come from stimulating basically any part of her body, given enough time and build up. It still amazes me. I discovered this when I was kissing the corner where he jaw meets her ear and neck, and grinding my hips into hers. Her moans get deeper, and her breath starts getting shallow, in little bursts. I keep kissing her there. She starts clawing her fingers into my back. I can feel her legs wrap around my hips and start to grip me tighter and tighter. I keep kissing. She stops moaning, breathes very raggedly, arches her back, and her legs start spasming. She lets out her breath, looks up at me, and asks “you know you just made me come, right?”

Hearing that was, as you imagine, a massive ego boost. I’m smiling like a kid who just tried candy for the first time. I decide that we should start losing the clothes, starting with that giant sweater. We’re soon down to underwear, and are back to desperately kissing and touching every part of each other we can get to. I start planting kisses down her shoulders, arms, across her chest and down her belly to her hips, her giving these brief little moans the whole time. When I kiss around her belly button, I get a big moan and a little spasm. I know this is where I’ll focus. I put my left hand on the back of her head, and hook my right arm over her panties, down to the small of her back. I’m lifting up her hips, kissing around her belly button, and can hear her moans and breathing start to quicken. I flex my bicep and start tonguing her belly button, and can feel her inner thighs squeeze my arm and start to spasm. This is the second time I have made her come with her panties still on. I want to see what happens when they come off.

I lay down next to her and as we’re kissing, I slide my middle finger down to her slit. It’s soaking wet, and I am barely able to restrain myself from burying my face in her pussy, long enough to tease her a little more. Not that she needs more teasing: the first two times she came and my finger sliding around her clit have only amped her up. Every spot I kiss she starts shuddering and quivering. I give her nipples a quick few licks, which sends her whimpering. I kiss down her ribs, belly, hips, and finally end up at her inner thighs. I spend some time circling around her thighs, not going in directly, letting her anticipation build even more. She takes the back of my head and shoves it into her soaked panties. I take the hint, and peel them off. Her pussy looks amazing, dark, almost crimson. Her bush is neatly trimmed. I can smell how turned on she is, and that makes me even more eager to please. I start off slow, as you might guess now, with long strokes up and down the length of her slit with a soft tongue, basely grazing the clit, letting her feel every movement my tongue makes. Her hips are giving these little involuntary jerks, so I hold them down with my right arm. With my left hand, I start circling her vagina with my index finger, staying close to the opening, slowly pushing further in. When I get the whole finger inside, she’s breathing raggedly. With my tongue settling in around her clit, I push my middle finger in. Her hips start to buck, and I have to put some more leverage on them to hold them down. When I curl my middle and index fingers up in the tried and true “come hither” motion, and find that sweet spongy promised land of the G-spot, she starts convulsing. Because I am ride or die, I keep doing exactly what I’m doing, but shit’s getting out of pocket. I cannot keep her hips from jumping, she’s stopped moaning and started screaming, and her legs are squeezing my head like a vice. I could not be happier. This goes on for probably twenty seconds, but it felt much longer, like I was riding a mechanical bull. She comes hard. So hard, she twists around such that her left hip is sticking straight up, perpendicular to the bed, meaning that I’ve ended up with my head at a 90 degree angle. I stay like this until she catches her breath.

“Holy shit. Holy shit. I need a break.” I hold her in my arms and we cuddle for a few minutes, as she is totally wiped. Aftercare is important, important enough for me to ignore my diamond hard dick. After a few minutes, she returns to the mortal plane, and with a devilish grin, starts dancing her fingers down my chest. She slips her hand under my boxer briefs, and pulls them off. Now, like many of you, my dick could be considered “above average.” By this I mean I have an absolutely mammoth cock. Pringle can, plantain, one of those cardboard tubes they roll up posters in, you get the picture. Lol, no. Unlike the rest of you liars, I can admit to myself that I have a perfectly average dick, 5.5 to 6 inches, with a nice upward curve. I’ve been told, independently, by multiple women I’ve been with that I have a “nice dick,” and I’ve taken this complement to heart.

“Nice dick,” Maya says, and leans over to give some of the best head I had up until then experienced. Slobbery, with lots of tongue, mixed with her jerking me off, never breaking eye contact. She swirls her tongue around my head, and its my turn to start breathing a little ragged. Because I am not one to sit still, I move my hands back to her body, squeezing her tits and lightly pinching her nipples between my finger tips. She starts softly whimpering but then, unexpectedly, she grabs my hands by the wrists and holds them down on the mattress. “Nuh-uh. Your turn, sit still.” I hadn’t seen this assertive side of her, and it turned my on so much my dick gave a little jump. She goes back to blowing me, harder and faster, her grip still tight on my wrists. Her other hand is cupping my balls, and she starts moving it down, massaging my taint. Her pinkie even starts circling the edge of my asshole. Truly, she is a woman of refinement and culture. I’m in a state of bliss, lowly whispering “fuuuck” when she takes my dick out of her mouth and smiles, and tells me “You’re not allowed to come yet. I want you inside me.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I sit up and lay her down on the mattress after some aggressive tonguing (fellas, if you don’t kiss you’re ladies after she sucks your dick, what are you even doing? It’s 2019, get with the times). I rub the tip of my cock up and down her pussy. She’s kind of pouty when she says “Stop teasing me and fuck me”. I throw her legs up over my shoulders, and slide in, but only an inch. I stay there, pull back out, and push back in, this time two inches. She said to fuck her and not to tease her, but I didn’t see any reason why I couldn’t do both. Also, I had been so turned on for so long, I knew I would barely last twenty seconds if I started going full bore right away.

If she had an objection to the inch by inch tease, she didn’t voice it. She is completely flush, and her hair is soaked with sweat. I put one hand on the back of her neck, and the other on the small of her back, lifting her hips up. At this point, I am fully inside, and start grinding her clit as I make small thrusts inside her. She is so warm and tight, I had to move very slowly not to come immediately. I move my hand from the back of her neck to her cheek, and she takes my hand and starts sucking on my thumb, seemingly to stop the sounds of her moaning. I pick up my pace, so she isn’t able to concentrate on that for long, and lets my hand drop out of her mouth. I start picking up the pace of my thrusts, and she starts taking quick, shallow breaths. She takes her legs down off my shoulders, and wraps them around my ass. She is pulling my into her, and keeping me there. She looks up at me, her mouth wide open, and then says “I want to feel you come. Come in me.” This triggered something deep in my lizard brain, and I was pushed past the point of no return. It’s my turn to start moaning, deep and guttural, as what I pushed what felt like a pint of cum deep inside her. At this, she started shaking and moaning again, and had her fourth orgasm of the night as I filled her with the last of my cum.

I collapsed next to her, totally spent. My legs were wobbly, I was out of breath, covered in sweat. Maya looked dazed, like she was concentrating on breathing and getting the rest of her body and awareness to come back online. After a minute, she turns and with a stupid grin says “It was real nice meeting you mister.” After we’re done laughing, I get out of bed and get us some water. She begs, adorably, that I carry her to the bathroom so she can pee (very important, UTIs suck). We settle into bed and drift off in each other’s arms.

In case you were wondering, I fulfilled my original mission. Over that weekend, we fucked on the kitchen counter, on the couch, with her bent over the kitchen table, in the shower, and, briefly, on the patio. I left feeling satisfied my work was done.

Hope you enjoyed the story, and didn’t think that this was some kind of native advertising for Game of Thrones (Season 8 premiering April 14). Happy whacking, friends.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b55039/mf_fist_time_with_my_wife_made_her_come_by