A true story; the first time I watched my woman with another guy ....
My first wife and I were married at 20 ... neither of us had much previous experience and sex, wherever and whenever we felt the urge, was mindblowing!
In time, inevitably, the novelty wore off and we became more adventurous, though still exclusively with each other. Of course we talked - and fantasised - about involving others, in particular another male, as you do, but in those pre-internet days we couldn't really imagine how it might come about. Or, for that matter, whether we really would want to should the opportunity arise ..!
We would often go to a monthly Folk night at an out of the way pub nearby; always a good night with a full house and just close enough to walk unsteadily home. On this occasion a particularly well supported trio were playing,drinks were flowing, the atmosphere was terrific and it was standing room only. Anne looked amazing in a loose cheesecloth blouse and a wraparound skirt - the current fashion - and attracted more than a few admiring glances as we got our drinks. Mischievously I whispered in her ear that I was sure there were more than one guy there who would be more than happy to have sex with her ... She blushed furiously, kissed me, and told me to behave ..
We were standing against the wall at the back of the room, pressed close by the crowd and enjoying the performance. I noticed Anne had a rather intense look on her face and leant in to her. She said that she had felt a hand on her bottom and, thinking it was me, had eased back and wriggled suggestively before realising it was not me but another guy next to her!
As we looked at one another, I glanced down and could see her nipples standing proud through the cheesecloth and realised she was waiting for my reaction ... the best I could muster was a slow smile and slight shrug to let her know it was up to her ..
After a long gaze at each other, she smiled over her shoulder at the other guy and pulled me in for a kiss as she eased back against him, rolling her hips in time with the beat. As we came up for breath, I looked directly at him and winked; the slightly apprehensive look on his face dissolved into a delighted smile as Anne gently settled against him.
Shortly after, Anne gave us both a lovely smile and left for the ladies. At this point, none of us had openly acknowledged what was going on in the crush; we commented on the band, he offered that he was Ian, I told him we were Paul and Anne and agreed we were all enjoying ourselves very much ..
As Anne rejoined us, I noticed the overlap of her skirt was now at the back rather than the front and she had clearly removed her bra - something she had done a couple of times recently as she knew the effect it had on me. I told her Ian's name and as she reached up to peck him on the cheek he was clearly aware of her swollen nipples pressing against his chest. Once more she faced the stage and leant back against Ian and I as we stood behind her .. I watched her smile dreamily as his hand went to her butt again and casually put my hand on her other cheek .. unseen in the gently bobbing crush, I drew her skirt to one side as his hand gently stroked ..
The look on his face was priceless as his fingers encountered her soft warm cheeks - as mine must have been too, when I realised the french knickers she'd left home with were no longer present !! The cheeky grin she gave me was priceless as she discreetly stroked my now throbbing cock, then casually checked Ian with her other hand. I was in another dimension; nervous, horny, unsure if this was right but equally sure I didn't want it to stop ... I could sense Anne felt my nerves; she pulled my ear to her lips and whispered 'Don't worry ... it's fine ... I'm fine..'
By now the band were into their second set and I was getting my second wind .. I whispered in Anne's ear and she turned to Ian and told him we were going outside for some fresh air, pressing her hand against his cock as she spoke. As we walked down the corridor to the Pub's back door I told Anne to go on whilst I popped in the Gent's. I left the outer door ajar, and watched the corridor through the mirror above the basins; sure enough, a minute or two later, Ian made his way down the corridor and out the door.
Unable to pee for the present due to my pulsing hard on, I waited for a few moments longer, then slipped out after them. Ian and Anne were standing close together a little away from the door .. Ian was facing away, and I saw Anne was waiting for me to appear. She sent me a questioning look and, as before, I shrugged and smiled to let her know she could take things as far as she wanted to ....
A grassy path led from the pub to some outbuildings further along and as I watched, Ian unaware, Anne took his hand and led him further from the pub. They reached the shed's and Anne turned, kissed him deeply, then drew him off the path behind a garage. I heard Ian ask where I was, plainly a little apprehensive, and heard Anne tell him that everything was fine and that I would be along soon. She then told him to carry on kissing her, as it was something I would enjoy seeing ..
As I moved up I could easily see them in the light of a solitary streetlamp; their kissing became more passionate and I could clearly see Ian's hands squeezing and exploring her lovely naked bottom, her skirt now bunched around her waist .. As I watched breathlessly Anne's shirt fell to the ground .... At 24, her 36 c breasts were still firm, full and proud. As I said earlier, we married very young and as Ian put his lips to her nipples, the thought crossed my mind that he was only the third person to have tasted those delights!
As I released my straining cock from my jeans I almost came prematurely as I saw Anne undoing Ian's belt and zip whilst he greedily sucked at her round pale glowing breasts ... A nipple momentarily became visible; from it's swollen distended state it was clear that whatever doubts were in her head, her body was very sure ...
Ian's jean's were at his knees, his cock was in her hand and my knees were weak at the realisation that my wife was going to wank another man .. make him come .. before my eyes! How naive was I? Without a word, Anne looked up in his eyes, sank to her knees .. and without releasing his gaze put his cock inside her mouth!! I couldn't contain myself, a moan escaped my lips; Anne didn't even look, simply held out her hand, beckoned me to them, and grasped my cock as I watched, mesmerised, her head rising and falling rythmically on Ian's cock.
The touch of her hand was all it took - what little control I had vanished and I came like never before .. thick ropes of cum festooning those lovely tits. Like a chain reaction, Ian's hips bucked and Anne coughed as his first convulsion hit her throat, jerking back and looking in my eyes as the rest of his efforts joined mine on her chest ..
Although we never became swingers as such, we saw Ian several times subsequently over the next couple of years, and had many more sexual adventures together and eventually with several others as our inhibitions faded. Although that first time was probably the most exciting, Ian wasn't in fact the first guy to have full sex with Anne ... that happened a little later, - another time, another place, another guy ... guys, actually .. but that's another tale .... |
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