[F] Reminiscing as I wait for [M]y husband to get home…

Hi there. I’m a long term lurker, blah blah blah and I am currently lonely and bored as I wait for my husband to get home. I’ve been scrolling through the stories and after vaguely touching myself for the umpteenth today, I figured I should entertain my fingers a different way.

Reading these stories always make me think of when we first got together and how quickly he “corrupted” me. When I say that he was my first for everything, I mean EVERYTHING. First kiss, first sexual experiences, first boyfriend, and now my one and only husband.

****Story starts here****

One of my favorite memories though that’s fitting for this sub is the first place I gave him a hand/blowjob. Drum roll please —–> the baseball dugout.

See, we would go on late night walks all of the time. One night we ended up on the dark baseball field in the dugout. Should point out- it was January and fucking cold. But after making out and lots of over the clothes touching, naturally some of them had to come off. My nipples were pointing at attention and when his warm mouth started sucking on them I was done for. Up to this point, we had heavily made out and touched over clothes. The only article of clothing he had gotten off me til now was my shirt and he groped my boobs covered by a bra. I don’t think I’d even touched his cock yet, just timidly traced his happy trail.

That night though, whether it’s because we were in public and/or my hormones finally tied up my logic in a corner, I was desperate to touch him properly for the first time. I sat down on the bench and reached out to touch the outline of his cock through his pants. His moan was enough encouragement for me to shakily undo his button and zipper. I was shaking so badly either from nerves or the cold that he helped me get his pants down and then I saw his penis for the first time. Now to be honest, that was the first penis I’d seen in real life, and my experience of looking at porn was essentially nonexistent. So to me – he looked *big.* I’m not going to be that annoying asshole who tries to give a number, because quite frankly I don’t know and I don’t give a shit. It has given me countless orgasms over the years so who gives a fuck?

I digress. He asked if I was ok and I nodded. I reached out again and wrapped my fingers around it. I felt it pulse and I smiled when I looked up at him. He looked at me with lust and excitement but didn’t try to rush me at all. I started trying to stroke it but it wasn’t really easy. This being a couple years ago, I don’t remember exact phrasing but he asked something along the lines of “do you want to try putting it in your mouth?” I nodded again and leant forward. I put my lips around the head and stared up trying to see a reaction. He took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes so I took more of him in. I got almost all of him in before I tasted his precum. I came back up and started stroking it again. So much easier with lubrication am I right? I went between blowing him and stroking him for a while before he said he was close. I kind of panicked and when he noticed he said I didn’t have to swallow. I aimlessly looked around (for what, I don’t fucking know) and heard myself say “cum on my chest.” I pushed my boobs together and watched him pump his cock a few more times before feeling his warm cum on my boobs, slowly dripping down to my stomach.

He sat next to me and kissed me hard, gripping some of my hair with one hand while the other started tracing my inner thigh. He eventually pulled back and sheepishly looked down at my covered chest and stomach. “Sorry I don’t have anything to wipe it off with.” I kind of shrugged, starting to shiver again as my nerves calmed back down. I think one of us sacrificed our shirt to clean it and just wore a jacket back to the dorm.

Before we left the field, he did give me my first orgasm, but that is a different story and I have way more exciting tales of how he’s made me orgasm than that night on the field. But after that night, my hormones were officially insatiable for the unforeseeable future…and we both woke up with colds.

I may not post too often, but this was actually fun to relive. So if I ever have bored fingers again, maybe they’ll end up spelling out more memories through the keyboard.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/egzzcf/f_reminiscing_as_i_wait_for_my_husband_to_get_home