Experiencing a Virgin Venture for the First Time: A Memoir
My marriage has spanned more than two decades now. Like many relationships, it had a rocky start. But, as the cliché goes, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Early on in our relationship, I discovered that the feeling of jealousy, the butterflies in my stomach, the vertigo sensation in my gut were all a turn-on for me. One morning, I had a dream about my wife at work having sex with her boss. If I remember correctly, the details of the dream were fuzzy, but I do recall waking up with a raging hard-on and rubbing myself while reliving the dream. For a few days, I contemplated this new revelation about my sexuality. I finally decided to share it with her one night. As we were having sex, I told her about my dream and how it turned me on. What's more, I noticed how wet she was when I slid my hand between her legs and played with her clitoris. I sensed that she was aroused by the idea as well. Although, the idea of actually having sex with another man was unpalatable to her, she found it exciting when I talked about it during sex.
Over the years, I would browse through cuckold and swing porn on the internet and wonder if we would ever have the courage to take it beyond the porn.
The saying goes, when you stop desiring something, it happens quicker.
It was a hot summer day. We were hosting a party at our home, with friends, family, and neighbors in attendance. Alcohol flowed freely as people drank beer, wine, and spirits. As the night wore on, my wife came up to me and told me, "I'm so horny." She informed me that if I got too drunk, I might not be able to satisfy her later. I joked about suggesting our neighbor Steve to help her with her need. Steve had been coming over to our house to let off steam ever since his divorce. He had no idea that his name had been broached in this conversation.
She probed again, "Will you let me do it?" I replied that I would, if she was willing.
A few hours later, the party had thinned out, leaving only us three. My wife leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Are you still good to go?" Steve, who was still unaware of what was happening, barely registered my wife's question. He glanced at me and inquired about the sudden request. I urged him not to think twice and just follow my wife's instructions.
So, she asked him to kiss her again. After a few moments of hesitation, Steve reluctantly obliged. The feeling of surprise on his face was unforgettable!
She proceeded to strip off her shirt. He, completely unaware of the situation, planted his face between her breasts. The exotic moans emanating from her were captivating.
As I readied myself to join them, nature called. I stepped away to relieve myself but lingered too long. When I returned, my wife and Steve had disappeared from the deck.
In the darkness beyond the deck, I could not see anything. Then I heard my wife's voice–"Join us in the pond, if you want." I disrobed and walked into the darkness toward the pond. I came across discarded clothing - pants, a shirt, shoes, socks, another pair of pants, and some underwear. I followed the sounds of the pond, expecting to find my wife and Steve. I was met only with silence. Until I heard them making love in the water.
I removed my clothes and entered the water. Before long, I found my wife and Steve in the pond, wrapped in each other's embrace.
In person, I gradually moved nearer her, eventually colliding with her back. She remained indifferent. She was engrossed in passionately kissing Steve while embracing the back of his neck.
My palms began low, each on a hip. I sought to determine if they had begun intercourse or were just engaging in kissing and groping. They hadn't. I brushed against his palm, and he was stroking her clit with one hand, his other on her breasts.
I asked her one final time, "Are you certain you're comfortable with this?"
She consented, and her right arm detached from Steve's neck, descended beneath the water, and she relaxed into me.
The sound... The moan... The intermittent yet consistent pressure she applied against my body. She was savoring it, fully immersed. I was stroking her breasts while she utilized my body for support. Steve's hands were on her hips as he lowered and lifted her, pushed and pulled her, pivoting her. She tipped her head back, turned towards my ear, and murmured, "He is so thick. He feels amazing. Thank you."
I believed I ought to be the one thanking her. This was my desire, my dream, the story I crafted during our sexual encounters. I was in ecstasy witnessing her orgasm face while Steve's penis was sliding into her. It was paradise.
The water made navigation challenging, so we wound up on the shore. She was on her knees, Steve also on his knees behind her, and me nearby, masturbating as he fucked my wife doggy-style. (Her preferred position) She looked at me and demanded I join her in front, as she wanted to be penetrated from both entrances.
This was exceptional. She was never vocal during sex. This shocked me, only for a single moment. My lips reached her mouth almost instantaneously! The finest blowjob I'd ever had. Perhaps its effectiveness was due to the situation, but who am I to judge?
She climaxed at least 10 or 12 times that night. I climaxed in her mouth, and Steve did in her vagina a couple of times.
Steve eventually left, and we retreated to sleep where I fucked her one more time in her jizz-filled vagina. I'm not bi, but the scent of his semen while I pounded her stretched pussy was magnificent to me.
Since that night, Steve often visits our house, and we've even made weekends of it.
Now we're looking for a couple to join us.
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