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A (true) wifes first time with a new lover

We lay on the couch watching the movie on TV, the soft flicker casting shadows over us. He was laying behind me, his body curved into mine, his arm dr*ped around my waist with mine laying on top of his, fingers loosely entwined. As the movie was coming to an end, he leaned forward, pressing featherlight kisses along the part of my shoulder and back of my neck that was exposed by my dress. Slowly moving his hand from my waist up towards my right breast. I could feel his cock getting hard as he gently started to press into my ass. I tilt my head to the side as much as his other arm and the couch would allow to give him better access while pressing back into him.

I turn over to face him and he moves partially over me to kiss me, his hand kneading first the right, then left breast through my clothes. I wrap my arms around his shoulders to pull him more fully onto me… pressing me into the couch with the weight of his upper body. While we continue kissing, his right hand moves down my body, skimming along my side, hip, and thigh as far as he could reach before crossing my leg to come back up along my inner thigh. His hand on my bare skin is rough, but not unpleasant, kneading gently as he very slowly makes his way up before finally reaching my pussy. The thong I wear is only slightly in the way and is already damp as he touches me. Finding the edge of the panties, he slides his fingers under the material to touch my clit first, rubbing in a few small circles before sliding down to feel how wet I am. I arch against him moaning into his mouth as we continue kissing, trying to encourage him to push a finger inside, but he only runs his fingers over my wetness, fingers teasing, alternately pushing his tongue into my mouth and sucking on one of my lips.

I can feel his cock pressing into my thigh, I try to push a hand down to be able to touch his cock, but he is just out of my reach. Realizing what I was trying to do, he shifts our positions, standing us up, he pulls my dress over my head, quickly pulling me back into a kiss. As I reach for his shirt, I can feel him struggling to unfasten my bra. After several attempts, he laughs whispering “out of practice”. I smiled, reaching my right hand back to undo my bra as I lift his shirt with the other. He quickly removes his shirt, bending in front of me to finish removing my bra and take my left nipple into his mouth to suck while kneading the other. I wrap my arms around his head to hold him to me, fingers in his hair, butterflies dancing in my stomach. After a few moments he switches sides while his hands move to remove my panties, then his shorts and underwear, pulling me back in to kiss him.

As we kiss, he pulls me back down on the couch with him, him on his side and me on my back with him partially dr*ped over me. I can finally touch his cock – skin on skin for the first time. He had been making small noises while we kissed or when he touched me, but he groaned as I touched him, guttural and needy sounding. Gripping and sliding my hand from the base of his cock to the tip slowly, feeling its weight, heat, a gentle twitch in my palm. As I touch him, moving my hand along his cock, he moves his hand back to my pussy, inserting a finger, sliding in easily through my wetness. I pushed into his hand causing him to groan more. Shifting, he sat up. At the time, I wasn’t sure of his intent, only knowing I wanted him, both of us breathing unevenly. Before he could say anything, I continued with the kiss he had left, placing my left hand on his shoulder, then straddled his lap taking his cock in my right hand slowly lowering myself over him – sliding my wet pussy over his cock. As I slid down, he groaned, throwing his head back and biting his lower lip. I could feel his hard cock sliding deep into my wetness, hitting bottom. His hands found their way to my hips, gently squeezing, letting me set the pace I wanted… riding him, both of us groaning at the sensation of his cock slowly sliding in and out of my wet pussy. He swaps between my breasts alternating between kissing and sucking them.

After a couple of minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore, his restraint snapping, gripping my hips, he lifts me off him with a low moan. Standing up, he grabs my hand and quickly pulls me into the bedroom, lifting me onto the bed before kneeling his body over my lower half. Bending down eyes locked on mine, slowly kissing his way up my thighs, settling between my legs. He inhales deeply before starting to scatter kisses and licks all around my pussy, slowly moving towards my clit. I moan, closing my eyes, lifting my pussy towards his face. When he finally makes it to my clit, he gently licks then sucks it before moving down to taste my wetness more fully.

My hips move involuntarily against his tongue with each swirl and suck he gives, alternating between slow and teasing licks to deeper strokes. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, holding him in place, arching into his mouth. His tongue pushing into my pussy. When I was close, I tried to bring him up my body, whispering “I need you inside me”. He kissed his way back up my body slowly, drawing out the time, making me wait. When he was finally over me, the tip of his cock pressed against my pussy, letting me feel the pressure, before ever so slowly sliding through the wetness, pushing inside, filling me inch by inch until he was all the way in. He groaned at the sensation, while I gasped, wrapping my legs around him. He quietly mumbles “preciosa, you are amazing” before kissing along my neck and shoulders. He starts to move, at first slowly, savoring the feelings, but then more quickly, both of us make soft noises. We moved together in rhythm, our bodies becoming slick with sweat, breath mingling, hands roaming, kisses falling where they could reach - lips, jaw, neck, shoulder. My hands start to tighten around him as I get closer, urging him faster, harder, deeper, meeting his every thrust with my own, matching each other’s pace. I could feel the orgasm tightening in my center, until finally it crested and I cry out, my thighs clenched tighter around his waist, the waves crashing over me as I came. He continues thrusting, pushing me through it, before finally allowing himself to cum, shuddering, hips grinding through the las wave of his release. He stayed inside me as we caught our breath, his body slightly heavy on mine, yet comforting and warm. After a few minutes, he rolled us to the side, bringing me with him, our legs still tangled and his cock still partially inside me.

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