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A wifes first MFM Part 1

My husband was the first man I ever had sex with, and I hadn’t lost my virginity to him until I was a sophomore in college and we had been dating for six months. I had a few boyfriends before – I would give them blowjobs, masturbate while they licked my breasts or even went down on me, but probably because of my Christian upbringing, I never felt a hard cock inside of me until I met the man I was pretty sure I would spend the rest of my life with.

I was tall, an inch shy of six feet, so most of the men I had dated were my height or shorter. My husband was different – almost six foot five, a thinner man but with good muscle tone. He had deep blue eyes and thick brown hair, was fun and energetic. I myself wasn’t a ten, but I would turn heads when I went out – probably due to my height, but I also had curves in the right places. 34 C breasts, an ass my husband always admired, pale blue eyes and fair skin - and long, wavy brown hair down to my shoulders. I was a few months older than him, and a year ahead in school, so after graduation I got a job out of state. Almost every weekend when he was done with class on Friday, he would jump in his car and drive almost eight hours to see me. We would spend most of the weekend fucking like crazy, and then he would drive back Sunday night. It’s amazing what a man will do for good pussy.

After Dan graduated, he moved out to live with me and we got married. The first two years of our marriage was good – we were very much in love, bought our first house and enjoyed being young with some disposable income. Just before our second wedding anniversary I got a new job, one that required me to travel across the state for training. I would drive out Sunday night, spend the week at the school with the other people in my class, then drive home Friday to spend the weekend with my family. The training lasted almost three months. I quickly made friends with my classmates, including a handsome single guy my age named John. John was also tall, just over six feet, with dark brown hair, a thinner build like my husband, but with more muscular arms and a great smile. He was very attractive, and like my husband, was a real gentleman. He was funny, outgoing and easy to hang around with. He lived on a ranch he had taken over, and was slowly paying it off, planning on one day it being his own. As the weeks passed we became good friends.

Without much to do when class was over, we would spend at least a couple nights a week down at one of several local bars along the river front. It was summer so the weather was warm and nice – some nights we’d drink at the bar, other nights we’d bring a cooler down to the waterfront and swim. I would often catch the other guys in our class checking me out when I was laying on a towel, or getting out of the water in my bikini. I was in good shape, my husband and I had done some triathlons together in college, and I took advantage of the boredom after class to workout almost every day. I enjoyed the attention and would occasionally make a point of bending over in front of them to pick up my sandals or sunglasses, giving them a quick glance down my low cut bikini top, my breasts dangling in front of them where they could almost see my nipples. More than once I could see one of my classmates shift his hand or pickup a towel to hide the erection that quickly grew in his swim trunks.

While I never thought for a moment about hooking up with one of the guys – though rumors grew that some in my class had – both single, and with spouses at home, the attention certainly turned me on. Our room arrangements made relieving that sexual tension kind of tricky though. I shared a room with another woman my age, so even finding a time to masturbate was tough. Often coming back from a night at the bar I would be horny as hell, so I would slip into the bathroom, turn on the shower and sit on the sink counter, flinger my clit and sliding the smooth plastic handle of my hair brush in and out of my wet pussy.

About eight weeks in to our training, several of us went out on a Thursday night. My roommate had been excused from class the rest of the week because of a previously scheduled engagement, and was already on her way home for the weekend.It was a country bar we often visited that had good drink specials, music and sometimes later in the night, dancing.

Enjoying the attention I would get from the other men in our class, I had found myself packing more revealing items of clothing – and this night I wore a tight pair of blue jeans with white, western embroidery on the back pockets and my favorite sleeveless top, a crushed gold colored fabric with a plunging V-neck that really showed off my cleavage, and my favorite pair of cowboy boots. I was never big on doing makeup, but that night I did myself up with some cover and eye shawdow, and pulled my hair back into a long pony tail.

John and I spent the first couple hours drinking beers and talking. We had gotten to know each other very well, and aside from my husband, he had become one of my closest friends. We flirted and talked, the conversation ranging from the mundane to our sexual exploits. My sexual experiences had been pretty vanilla – I had only had one sexual partner, but John had been with several women. I kind of felt a little jealous listening to him tell me about some of his past experiences, but also a little turned on at the same time. The bar picked up around 8pm, and as the music got louder and people showed up to dance, most of our classmates headed back to the dorms. By about 9pm, John and I were the only ones left from our class, still joking, laughing and flirting. I loved to go out to dance, but it was something my husband really didn’t do. John must have seen me watching the people on the dance floor, and asked if I wanted to dance. At first I said no. I thought about Dan at home, and that I wished he was there to dance with me instead – but I did want to dance with them. I feigned reluctance, and John persisted, “it’ll be fun” he said. I stood up, he took my hand and we made our way through the crowd to the dance floor.

We danced non-stop for the next hour, and as song after song passed, the space between our bodies got smaller and smaller, and John’s hands went lower and lower in the small of my back, until his hands were almost completely on my ass, and our bodies were rubbing together with the beat of the music. My stomach was in a flutter, and a shiver of excitement ran through my entire body. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and my nipples started to peek through my shirt with excitement. I could feel John’s hard cock through the front of his jeans rubbing against my front. I playfully grabbed his ass and ran my hands across his muscular chest. During the slow songs we would state into each other’s eyes, and I felt myself so badly wanting to kiss him.

Before we knew it, it was time to get back. We had an 11pm curfew, and the consequences for being late were serious. John held my hand as we walked outside to the parking lot. It was a cooler summer night, and I shivered as we waited for the cab. Neither of us had a coat, so John put his arm around me and held my tight against his body until our cab came. We got into the back seat together, where I leaned my head against him and he looked at me slowly playing with my hair.

We got back to our dorm just in time, dashing inside about a minute before curfew. The security guard rolled his eyes as we loudly stumbled through the front doors, laughing at what we thought was a daring exploit. John walked me upstairs and down the long hallway to my room. I stepped into the alcove infront of my door that I knew blocked the view of the security camera down the hall – a few weeks earlier my roommate and I had lifted our shirts, flashing a couple of the guys in one of the rooms starting at their video game after class, instead of the gorgeous women who were trying to talk to them from the hallway.

As I turned to say good night, John took hold of both my hands and looked deep into my eyes. My heart was pounding, my entire body was alive with excitement. He said softly, “I had a really fun time with you tonight.” I told him “I did too,” and then he leaned forward and kissed me, pushing me back against the door. I did not resist, and our lips locked, his tongue twisting in circles with mine, my hands clutching his muscular chest. Our lips briefly broke contact, and then we kissed again. John’s right hand slid up from my waist, across my stomach, and up to my right breast, squeezing it as he kissed me harder. It felt wrong to be kissing him, but I felt like I had lost all control of my body and was totally at his will. I ran my hand down his chest, palm open, sliding down across the front of his pants, and stroking it across his cock which I could feel was rock hard through his jeans.

I suddenly pushed him back, which startled him. He stopped. I smirked, reached behind me and opened my door. I grabbed him by his belt and pulled him inside. The door closed behind him. I pushed myself up on my toes to kiss him again, and again our lips locked. His hands wildly explored my body, sliding down to my waist, squeezing my ass, and up my breasts as his mouth drifted away from my lips down down to my neck. His hands slid across my hard nipples and I could feel my pink cotton panties were soaking wet.

I picked my head up and looked into his eyes again. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he said. “Me too” I replied. “I want all of you” he told me and again we kissed, harder than before, faster than before, him squeezing my tits until they almost hurt. I thought I was going to cum just standing there kissing him – but I wasn’t going to fuck him. “No” I moaned, reaching down and rubbing my hand up and down his cock through his jeans. “You can’t fuck me, only my husband can fuck me” I whispered in his ear. “That’s too bad” he whispered back, “because I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I know” I replied.

But I knew what I was willing to do. I broke away from his embrace, my eyes locking with his and slowly lowered myself to my knees infront of him, sliding my hands down his chest to his belt. I unclipped his shiny, silver belt buckle from the stiff, sweet smelling brown leather belt. I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped his fly, reaching into his pants with one hand and grabbing his large, hard cock through his boxers. I slid his pants down, and then his shorts, his long, thick cock springing out of his underwear.

He was circumcised – unlike my husband, and the head of his penis was glistening wet. My husband had been the first uncircumsized cock I ever had – all my boyfriends cocks had been cut, so I was amused at being able to play with a different cock again. I took his penis and slowly guided it into my mouth, my lips running across the ridge of his large, purple head. He let out a gasp as I slowly began to blow him, one hand on his hip, the other on the base of his cock, sliding in and out of my mouth.

As I felt him get closer and closer to cumming, I backed off, enjoying tremendously his reaction to as I pulled him from my mouth, and ran my lips down one side of his shaft, back to the tip, flicking my tongue across the head of his penis. I released his penis from my grasp, and reached down to the neck of my shirt, pulling it and my bra down below my tits, exposing them for him to see. I rubbed the head of his cock across my nipples, leaving behind his wet pre-cum, which I rubbed in circles around my breasts with his cock.

I released his cock again, rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples. He reached up and slowly stroked his cock, watching me as I did. I could literally feel myself dripping wet now, my pussy aching for some attention. I stood up, grabbed his cock and leaned in to kiss him. Our lips locked and tounges danced as I began to stroke him, feeling the ridges and veins of his hard, erect penis. He kissed me down my neck, to my collar bone, then down to my breast, licking my nipple, flicking his tounge across it before pulling my breast into his mouth and sucking. He did this with one breast, then the other as I continued to stroke his cock.

John’s hand slid down to the front of my jeans, rubbing my pelvis with his hand. I moaned in pleasure, stroking his cock faster and faster. He un buttoned my jeans, reaching his hand down inside, sliding his fingers down further and further, only a thin layer of my pink, wet cotton panties between his hand and my pussy.

He slowly rubbed me this way as we continued our hard, wet kiss, his other hand on my breast as I stroked his cock, the tip pressing against my stomach. He slid his one hand around the inside of my waistband, his other hand joining it behind my back and plunging down together, grabbing my ass under my jeans. He started sliding my jeans down, but they were tight against and hips, and caught up. I stepped back, giving him a devilsish smirk as I took off one of my boots, then another, then slowly slid my jeans down to the floor, and stepped out of them. I then did the same with my pink, cotton panties, and I stood there now naked from the waist down, my breasts still exposed above the neckline of my gold top, my small nipples still hard and wet from his cock.

I rubbed my hand across my breast, watching as John took off his boots, his socks, then pulled down his pants and boxers together, stepping out of them, his cock so hard it was pointing up at the ceiling. My roomates bed was only a couple steps behind me, and John stepped forwarding, thinking he would get to fuck me after all – but as he did, I smiled and dropped down to my knees again, shaking my head slowly. I took hold of his cock with my left hand, guiding it into my mouth again and sliding my lips down across his head onto his shaft. He let out a moan again, and I slid my right hand down across my breasts, squeezing them for a moment, then continuing down between my legs to my naked, wet pussy.

I rubbed my fingers from the opening of my vagina, up to my clit, masturbating as I bobbed my head up and down his stiff cock. John’s cock muffeled my moans as I rubbed my clitoris faster and harder. I could feel myself close to cumming, and I pulled John’s cock out of my mouth, stroking it faster and faster with my hand as I licked the tip of his penis with the top of my tongue, gasping with anticipation and excitement. It was more than John could bear. He began to let out a long moan, growing louder as I felt his cock start to pulsate in my hand. I shoved my mouth around it again, stroking the base of his cock with one hand while running my lips up and down his shaft. John’s cock exploded, send one, two then three shots of his warm, sweet cum into my mouth. My body shuttered as I began to cum too, my vagina squeezing and releasing the absent cock that at this final moment, I wished was inside me. I let out a loud gasp as my body jerked forward, John’s cock slipping from my mouth, which I now could barely stroke, almost paralyzed by the strength of my orgasm. John continued to ejaculate, his cum running from my mouth, onto my exposed tits and dripping onto my shirt and bare thighs. My body shuddered over and over again as John’s cock pulsated again and again, slowing in speed and strength each time.

I began to regain control of my body, and pulled his penis back into my mouth, deliberately and more softly, cleaning the cum off his penis with my tongue as his cock stopped pulsating and his tense body and mine now relaxed. I licked his penis once, then twice more and released his cock. I looked at up him with a smirk, still craving his cock to be inside of me, rubbing his slick cum across my breast, sliding my wet fingers across my hard nipple. I could feel his cum that had ripped off my chest running down the inside of my left thigh, dangerously close to my exposed vagina. Looking down at me he sighed, “You are incredible” he said. “I know” I shot back.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom to get a towel. I wiped his cum off my face, breasts, and legs. My shirt was stained dark from where it had soaked in, and I slipped my tits back into my bra and shirt. I handed John the towel and he wiped off his cock and hands and tossed the towel on the nearby dresser. I pushed myself up, giving him a full mouth kiss. He reached down with his large, strong hands and grabbed my bare ass, pulling me to his body where his still large, yet softer cock pressed against the trimmed pubic hair above my vagina.

“You better get to bed,” I told him. “We have class tomorrow and I don’t want you to be too tired.” John slipped on his jeans and grabbed his boots, then turned around to take one last look at me standing there, naked from the waist down. He smiled and shook his head, opened the door and snuck down the hallway to his own room.

I laid back on my bed, still half-naked, shocked at how wild I had just been. I laid there for several minutes, slowly rubbing my breast, as a confusion of regretful, but excited thoughts raced through my mind. I thought about my husband back home, and longed to fuck him like I had never fucked him before. I masturbated twice more before going to bed, thinking about riding my husband’s hard cock, and cuming on it again and again as he was deep inside me.

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