My relationship with Kristina had been an interesting one. We met in college when some mutual friends were actually trying to set us up with other people at a party. We spent the evening talking and found that, at that time, we had some common interests and goals, and eventually made our way back to my house. Since I was one of the older guys in my house I had the privilege of having my own room. That had some great benefits on this night and a few others. When we arrived to my room I opened a few beers and we carried on talking for a while on the couch, and eventually things progressed to us kissing, and pawing at each other like teenagers. We continued the fondling in a slow escalation with our hands over our clothes, but soon I had a hand under her sweater and felt the softness of the skin on her back, and as that happened we turned so that my back was against the back of the couch so that she was all but laying on me. She in turn, reached down to stroke my length over my jeans, then began to fuss with my belt buckle. Ultimately, things progressed to the point to where she started to slide off of my lap and to her feet, but not before she took hold of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Once standing, she walked over and locked the door, turned and walked back toward the couch grabbing her beer. She steadied herself, took a big drink, looked back at me and winked.
She stepped forward and handed me the beer as if to say to stay right where I was, then began to slowly take off her clothes. She started by pulling her sweater over her head to reveal a plain, full, black bra with the slightest lace trim. Then she began to unbutton her pants, turned around and without any urgency slid them down to expose a matching black thong and a beautiful ass. When she had her outer layer off, she spun back to face me. I was in awe. Her body was amazing. She wasn’t some skinny model, and that is fine with me. In fact, she was fit and her proportions were about perfect for what I like. As I took in her body from head to toe, I hadn’t noticed the size of the cups on her bra before and seeing her without anything to hide her curves only increased how strong my erection was. I made my way down her body and through the sheer fabric of her thong I noticed a narrow patch of hair, which looked as it if was neatly trimmed into the most perfect of “landing strips”. I don’t know if I could have been more turned on at that moment.
With a big smile on her face like she was giving me some kind of gift, she reached back and undid the clasp on her bra and let the straps fall over her shoulders and gracefully down her arms as the cups released the mounds of flesh that had been contained behind them. They were massive, but not grossly so. They had silver dollar size areolas with perfect upstanding nipples, all just a slightly darker shade of her skin, but a stark contrast to the untanned areas of her body. She finished the seductive strip by flinging her bra across the room toward the door, and sauntering towards me and leaning in to whisper into my ear.
“Big enough for you?” She asked.
I could only smile and nod.
“Good.” She replied.
Then with a grin of accomplishment she dropped to her knees in front of me, pushed me back against the cushion of the sofa, and with both hands took on the task of undoing my belt and pants and pushing them down past my ankles and onto the floor. There I sat, in only my boxers when she reached out, slid them down past my feet and allowed my manhood to escape its previous constraints. Then while looking me in the eye, she reached down with her right hand and allowed her fingers to enclose around my shaft, her skin touching my cock for the first time. With one hand she pumped up and down my shaft in a steady, slow rhythm, and the other snaked its way into her panties rubbing along her slit. My head began to fall back and my eyes closed in delight, just sitting and enjoying her touch. How could I not be in heaven? Here I was with this beautiful girl stroking my cock, fingering her pussy at the same time, and wanting to do whatever she could for me. She continued to thrust her hand around my dick with a fairly steady pace, and with my eyes closed I suddenly felt her body shifting between my legs.
I pulled my head forward and opened my eyes just in time to see her open her mouth and lick the underside of my shaft, and she in turn looked directly into my eyes as she did. I was sure I was going to lose it right then, but I think she sensed how much it turned me on, and slowed a bit. I managed to calm down a bit as my dick became covered in saliva. It was the wettest hand/blowjob I had ever received. While never actually engulfing me, she had successfully managed to cover my entire cock in a slick layer of drool, and again I was in ecstasy and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. Of course, it seemed that every time I closed my eyes to enjoy what was happening, it changed (although, not in bad ways so far), and this time was no different. This time the change was that the head of my cock was now entering her warm inviting mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, and found a rhythm that seemed acceptable for her mouth and neck. I, of course, continued to revel in what I was feeling. The moans I was providing, I hoped were proof that she was doing an amazing job. More and more saliva was delivered around my shaft and all the while she continued to rub her pussy. It was like something I had imagined from a porn movie.
After a while, she recognized that my impending orgasm was coming sooner rather than later she withdrew my member from her mouth, and placed it between her breasts. It was perfect that the abundant amount of saliva she had smothered me in was now serving the purpose of lubrication between her fleshy globes. She placed her hands on the sides of her breasts and pressed in, enclosing my hard cock in the fleshy valley of her cleavage and proceeded to rock her body back and forth, sliding my shaft in and out, and leaning down to give it a little flick with her tongue every now and then. I began to moan and groan, louder and louder. That made her realize that I was on the verge of climax, and she released the pressure from the sides of her breasts and sat back. As she leaned back, she returned her left hand inside her thong and reached out with her free hand to grab my slick shaft. She started to furiously pump my cock with her tight fist while staring straight at me with a sultry look. In a few moments, I moaned that I was cumming and she continued to jerk me off, aiming my stiff dick at her chest, whimpering and whispering for me to cum. And with that, I couldn’t hold back any longer and erupted onto her. I shot stream after stream of hot cum onto her. I think she was surprised by the force and amount that I had produced. The first few spurts caught her on the cheek and chin, and then the remainder shot forcefully onto her breasts, until I was shuddering in her hand with no more to give.
I fell back into the cushions of the sofa feeling amazing and completely spent. Kristina stood up, removed her thong, and climbed onto the other end of the couch, with her face, neck, and enormous rack still covered in my cum. She laid back and her right hand dived into her crotch again and with her left hand ran fingers through the sticky mess covering her upper body. Her right index finger began to slowly massage the cleft of her pussy and then encircled her clit only stopping to dip her finger into her wet tunnel and then return to her clit. Her eyes were closed and she was in bliss. She began to buck and grind against her right hand, and her left was massaging her body as she approached her climax. Soon her breathing became gasps and her grip on her breasts became stronger until she arched her back and let out a guttural moan. Her right hand moved from her chest to her face and mouth. She began to suck on her fingers, wiped all of my cum form her chin and cheek into her mouth, and let out a scream that indicated her orgasm had finally arrived. Kristina relaxed from the tension of her orgasm, her arms fell from her body and began to close her eyes.
Of course, after watching that happen in front of me, I was getting aroused again, and ready for whatever else was in store that evening. I crawled over to her and began to lick my way up her legs until I found her completely drenched opening. I ran my finger up and down her soaked slit, probing into it every so often gently guiding my finger into her. As I touched her, she began to show signs of consciousness again. My tongue reached out and I started to make small circles around her clit as my finger curled into her and found her G-spot. She slightly moved her hips around and groaned in pleasure as I continued my attack of her pussy. Without warning her body was writhing in a fierce bucking motion against my face as she crept up on her second orgasm of the night. Her hands moved to my head and pulled me deeper into her mound and I lapped at her wetness. I kept my finger moving in the “come hither” motion to connect with her G-spot and I think it was working because at this point, she was ready to blow. Now she was viciously bucking against me and holding my face to urge me to continue licking her, and then she went completely tense and screamed that she was coming and a steady trickle of her juices were now running out of her.
She released the pressure from my head, but held her hands there and pulled me toward her face. As she pulled me in to kiss me, she reached down and guided my throbbing cock in the direction of her drenched pussy. I paused my movement, and looked at her. Through the fog of our orgasms, I suggested we make the upcoming event a little more comfortable and pull open the bed from the sofa. Once that was done and she retook her place on the bed, I went to my closet and found a condom. Seeing what I had in my hand, Kristina moved to her knees and toward my side of the bed and grabbed the packet out of my hand. Immediately, she bent over and engulfed my cock with her mouth, sucking strongly as she withdrew. She then opened the wrapper and began to place the condom on my dick, rolling it down until it reached the base, then leaned back, opened her legs and guided me to her.
I hovered above her body, positioning myself above her wet opening, and began to slowly insert the head into her. With a few short thrusts, and her wetness, I was able to fully enter her, and found a good rhythm. My knees got sore after a bit, so I let her know we needed to change positions. I laid on my back and rolled over on top of me and slithered her way up my body so that she was squatting over my groin. She grabbed ahold of my shaft and started to slowly slide down my cock. It was an amazing feeling and the visual was almost as good. Once in, she bounced her ass up and down, using my shoulders to steady herself and driving herself into me. Eventually, her legs tired out, and she lowered herself onto her knees and leaned backward. This gave me great access to her clit, which I slowly rubbed with my thumb as I slid in and out of her. She started to moan, grabbed my left hand and placed it on her breast and grasped her other breast with her left hand, massaging the flesh and every now and then tweaking her nipple. I followed suit and did my best to mirror her actions. Her moans got louder, and I knew her orgasm was imminent, so I continued until she threw her had back, shuddered, and then fell forward onto me.
In time, she began to move again, slowly grinding her hips in circles and I again tried to match her motions. Quiet whispers were finding my ear know. She wanted to make me cum again.
“Cum…” She murmured, “I want you to cum.”
This turned me on even more. I pushed her over next to me and got up from the bed. She looked at me and I told her to get on her knees and turn around. There was a devilish look on her face as she turned away from me and inched her ass back toward the edge of the bed. I stepped forward and pushed my hard cock into her, thrusting hard. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, getting as deep as I could, pounding into her, getting closer and closer to my orgasm. She continued to talk louder and louder as I pounded into her.
“Oh fuck… Oh… Oh shit…” She whimpered.
I picked up the pace and driving into her hard and fast, and I finally felt the tingle I had been waiting for, and began to groan and told her I was close.
“Yes!” she yelled out
And I lost it.
“YES” I cried
I unloaded a huge amount of seed into the condom. I later found out that she had never had anyone come in her, even in a condom. She seemed to enjoy it and eventually she moved to taking birth control and we repeated that event numerous times without the protective layer between us, and for quite a while, every time it happened, she loved it just as much as the first.
We dated for a few years, and eventually got married, but grew apart. We tried different things to try and stay together. Therapy, classes, tried to spice up our sex life, but we found out that we just had different directions we wanted to go. Even while talking, learning and having sex three times a day, or her being open to group scenes and women, it just wasn’t for us.
Oh well… at least we had some fun along the way.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gr3e0m/my_first_time_with_my_ex_wife