First Time

First Time




So one night I told my bf that he didn’t need a rubber. And braced for the impact the next day when I told my husband. Its done. Another man came in your wife. You found him for me. You begged me to see him and made him seem like some kind of adonis and forced me to think about him all the time. You were supposed to be the last man to ever know my treasures and now his seed is filling my pussy, dripping down my leg and it can never be taken back.  

Of course. He loved it. He pestered me for details, asking questions, constantly and without pause. Oh, my, god. Is he serious? He is ok with this? I don’t believe him. What is wrong with him. Is he trying to get rid of me? Is he gay? But all signs pointed to no.  

He got home and I assumed I was done seeing my lover until he left for work again, much to my dismay. I’m not sure if I could completely stop now if he asked me to, though I would try I had so much respect for him and what we’d been through. But again, I was wrong.


The moment he walked in the door, he asked when I was seeing my lover again. I didntt plans I told him; and would he like me to? He eagerly agreed and I shrugged my shoulders with a smirk, and text J to see when we could see one another and he responded immediately with a “tonight”. I’m not really sure what I was thinking at that point as this was becoming more whirlwind than the standard insanity I was used to, as I had no plans, had not shaved, or really done anything to go on a date with someone I was that attracted to, and my husband just got home. I thought we would spend some time together. My husband almost pushed me out the door. I had another amazing night with J, and by this point condoms were not even mentioned. Now, I grant you, I had read all of the blogs (tumblr wasn’t a thing at this time) about a husband having seconds or cleaning a wife. But not mine, that isn’t even real. Not my big strong husband. He had encouraged me to go this far, but that isn’t even real. Those are fantasies for the truly perverted. 


As I drove home that morning, it was approx 4am I began to get nervous. Here is when the fight happens. He had not seen me in more than a month, and now here I was full of another mans cum. Raw, and sore from a night of pleasure that I spent awake and bending to another mans every whim. I was actually frightened at how angry he would be, or far worse what would happen if his little perverted fantasy kept him horny enough to try to live out the final step in this game. What would he do then? I was so nervous I thought I was going to throw up. And the entire drive I was getting texts of “when will you be here”. It was one of the most nervous moments of my life.


I begged no. I actually almost cried. I was so scared of the repercussions if this actually happened. How angry he would be after having another mans seamen on his face, in his mouth, and even more after having it from the woman that was obliged to remain faithful only to him. He would never get over it and I shuttered to think what would happen to me.  

He was quite forceful when he told me to get over and show him. Which scared me even more. But I was used to doing what I was told so I did. I placed my knees by his ears and pulled my panties to the side. I was assuredly almost completely swollen shut (though you would have to ask him). I remained nervous but he started rubbing my legs with his finger tips and breathing on the inside of my thighs. Telling me that he is glad that I found someone I liked and that I had so much fun. I was somewhat less scared but wanting to get out of there before anything irreversible happened. I would push him away but he is an amazing and always had been an amazing pussy licker. I would relent somewhat but then remember what was happening and try to get away. But he is very strong, and would make sure that I couldn’t do that. His face was very close to my sex, and I’m sure he could smell how turned on I was, but the entire time I thought I was gonna puke. He was kissing the inside of my thighs, and blowing on my clit and my labia and I literally had chill bumps covering my entire body. I realized. HE WAS GOING TO DO IT.  

This man was going to eat the seed of another man that he had given his wife to. Thats how deep this rabbit hole goes. I can fuck him, I can swallow him, I can let him inseminate me, and I can feed it to him. I can do whatever the fuck I want. I could stand up and leave and tell him to fuck off and not to touch me and he would listen. I was in 100% control. At that point something came over me. It was like being washed over with power. And almost at that exact moment, I felt his tongue lick my clit. And to call it an explosion is an understatement. It was the single greatest orgasm of my life. It left my ears ringing.


I immediately tried to get up, horrified at having an orgasm at the thought of him licking J from inside me. But he persisted. He held me and dug in. He was going to show me that I was the queen but I was actually scared. Scared of how he’d feel after. And what we’d say to each other. But he continued. Pushing that tongue inside me, and licking the clit so quickly and expertly that I was approaching another orgasm. Then I felt J running from inside me. Like my swolleness giving in and releasing him from my loins. My husband was eating J’s cum from my pussy. And I could see it all over his face. As he licked and slurped that manliness off my sex. And I came again.  

I began to think he deserves this. He told me to see a man I warned him of. He encouraged me to let him do things to me that I knew that I shouldn’t and all the conflicted feeling that I had. At this point I started to get mad. In an odd way, more so dismissive I guess. And I began to try to feed it to him. To squeeze all of it all over him. To make him bath in this decision. I leaned back and played with his cock, that is actually rather large…but was fun to think about in compression to my 25 year old adonis, and to think what would he do if he knew that J was actually bigger than him? What if he knew his cum was on the bedsheets he slept in?  

I had probably somewhere between five and ten orgasms that day, and was still very scared when it was over. But I knew that we were really on to something worth exploring. I tried not to laugh as he washed his face and tried to put his alpha male face back on. Nothing would ever be the same. This “game” we are playing just got very, very real.

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