Wifes First Orgasm

Wifes First Orgasm
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For this woman, despite being married for 10 years, it took an affair with another man to finally give her sexual satisfaction. WARNING: Graphic content
I WAS 32 years old and married to someone else when my new lover gave me my very first orgasm.
Not my first with him, not my first during sex — my first orgasm. Like, ever.
As the waves of pleasure wracked my body, I burst into tears.
But even as I lay there shaking and crying, and feeling guilty about what I was doing behind my husband’s back, I knew my life had just changed forever.
I married at 21, and I’d had two boyfriends before that. I’d had sex before, but it was fumbling young sex.
One time was in my boyfriend’s car at about 18, and when he put his fingers inside me it was like a dam of blood burst. I was mortified.
The next few times weren’t much better and after months of pain during sex and terrible bleeding, I was diagnosed with endometriosis.
This made it pretty much impossible for me to climax. I was in constant pain and could never relax during sex as I was scared I was about to start bleeding.
My husband was a virgin when we got together.
He was not a very sensual guy, but I was not a very sensual girl at that time in my life.
I was awkward and embarrassed about my body.
My husband used to orgasm within minutes of penetrating me, and it was all over in a flash.
I was never really into masturbation.
I bought a vibrator that I used on myself when he was finished, but it just felt so unsexy, with him lying there spent and wishing he was somewhere else and me trying to figure out what to do.
I just assumed that my body was not like everyone else’s. Maybe I was wired differently. Maybe I was broken.
Children came along and my husband and I stopped having sex altogether.
Finally, I had a hysterectomy and something shifted inside me, quite literally I guess.
The pain was gone; the fear of bleeding was gone. I was ready to explore my sexuality and experiment with pleasure.
I suggested to my husband that we try to become intimate again, and set a goal of thrice weekly lovemaking but he laughed right in my face and said: “That’s not going to happen.”
It made me feel undesirable, unsexy and unlovable. How many times can you feel that before you believe it to be true?
I started with a drama group in my local town and I made a bunch of new friends.
One of those friends was a lovely man with kind eyes who seemed to see my sadness.
We began talking after class but it was never anything flirtatious. It was just two people talking about their lives.
Eventually, things did become a little more candid and somehow we discussed sex.
I said my husband hadn’t touched me in nearly two years, and this man couldn’t believe it. He told me my husband was mad because I was gorgeous. And interesting. And funny.
I can’t tell you what hearing those words was like.
I didn’t believe him on some level, because I didn’t believe I was those things, but it made think “maybe”. Maybe I am.
After a fight with my husband one night, a group of us went for dinner.
After a couple of drinks, I was chatting quietly with my new friend when I confessed that my body was broken and I was unable to orgasm. He smiled.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” he said. “If you want to do an experiment sometime, I’d be happy to help you try.”
My marriage was deteriorating rapidly, I was growing a deep bond with a man who was not my husband and everything was very confusing. But I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to.
It happened one night after a party. I went back to his house and we kissed slowly for a long time.
I could sense this man was different. He took his time. He explored every inch of my body.
I was so nervous to begin with because I’d been with one man for 10 years but he helped me relax by taking it really slow.
When he went down on me, so gently and carefully, gradually building the speed and the pressure, it was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
He slipped his fingers inside me at the same time and slowly began a rhythm that my body could not deny.
It wasn’t a wild explosion with fireworks, but it was an actual sexual climax.
I broke down in tears while he held me and gently stroked my tingling skin.
It has been a long journey since that night. I left my husband, but this beautiful man did not want me to leave for him so we did not see each other for a few months while I got on my feet.
We’re together again now and I’ve realised that I wasn’t only missing sexual pleasure, but the intimacy and closeness that it brings in relationships.
I’ll never make that sacrifice again.
This article originally appeared on whimn.com.au .
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"The second the orgasm came, I was terrified I had done something really wrong and my parents would know."
People of all ages, genders, and sexualities came through with their bumbling, awkward, and hilarious first times. Here are just some of their responses:
I was a young and eager learner. I had a major back surgery when I was 12 that left me bedridden for almost a month, so I was staying with my grandmother who was very much a part of the local church. Her bible study felt bad for me having to be stuck in bed, so they all chipped in and bought me a mini laptop. Long story short, within a day I was feeling myself to porn I had found. I discovered the clitoris and never looked back. Thanks church ladies!
My first? I was like 12, it was late. I scratched my balls, worked my way up, and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! I was a man.
I was having some relatively steamy thoughts as a late tween laying in bed and I thought, “It feels weird down there. I wonder what would happen if I touched it." So I did, and I exploded immediately. I honestly had no idea what happened the first time — it actually kind of freaked me out. After I familiarized myself with my body and my orgasms however, it was heaven from then on.
My first orgasm was actually during a basketball practice four years ago. At the beginning of the practice we had to run around the court for about fifteen minutes. I started to feel a hot, tingly sensation between my legs, so I started to run faster because it felt so good and I didn't want it to stop. I kept running until it "exploded." I really wanted to moan, but of course I had to be quiet so that my team mates wouldn't realize what had happened. Ever since then I have orgasms while doing exercise, but I have to say those are less intense than the ones I have from intercourse.
I was probably about 10 years old and was laying down napping in the back of an RV. The vibration of my thighs from the movement of the vehicle started to feel really nice and I remember moving my body along with it until suddenly I orgasmed. Of course, I had no idea what had happened, but let's just say I was a fan of car-ride napping from then on.
I was 7 and I was climbing up a really tall pole and it was rubbing against my clitoris, so when I was getting to the top I had a clitoral orgasm. I was shaking so hard and I almost peed myself. I've never had one like that. RIP.
I think I was about 11 or 12, and I had just discovered porn when no one was at home. I had no idea what I was doing, but I sat in front of the TV and rubbed one out. The second the orgasm came, I was terrified something wrong happened and immediately stopped. I thought I had done something really wrong and my parents would know. I still masturbated after that though.
Wrestling with a friend and well... There was inadvertent rubbing that ended in a surprise. Had no idea what cum was until then. I was losing, too. Guess I've always been quite a sub.
When I was a kid, I had a lot of friends who were very sexual to say the least. One day, one of my friends dared me to hump one of my big stuffed animals. I didn't do it, but when she left I got curious. I took off my pants and underwear and started humping my biggest stuffed animals. I kept doing it until I felt this weird, but amazing sensation. Right after, I got this sense that I was doing something wrong. But it felt so right.
I was reading sexy fanfiction as a young teenager and liked the feeling it gave me. Eventually, after some research, I began to touch myself while reading a favorite piece. The romance/sexiness of the situation in the story really did it for me. Super embarrassing to think about now.
I was 9, maybe 10. I found a vibrating back massager in my house (basically a Hitachi wand, but not meant to be a sex toy) and decided, “Hey, why not try putting it down here?” I had no idea what an orgasm was, but I definitely had one. I remember thinking it was the coolest thing ever, like I had discovered something new and amazing. I hid that sucker in my toy box (not a euphemism) and had it all the way through college before it finally stopped working.
I would always put a little washcloth between my legs kind of balled up, then I would cross my left leg over my right leg, and the pressure from that on my clit gave me an orgasm. I liked the sensation, but I was pretty young so I didn't know what I was experiencing. I just knew I liked it and I would do it when my parents weren’t home.
I was 14 years old and I had read so much on Cosmo about masturbation, and I knew I just had to try it. I tried with just fingers, but I wasn't quite doing it in the right place so I decided to try the shower head method. When no one was home, I got into the shower and turned on the removable shower head. I put one foot up on the ledge and turned the stream to the highest and most direct setting. I just sort of pointed it down there and moved it around until it felt good. It tickled and I kept holding it there until I felt a super euphoric and relieving feeling. I was so astonished. I felt bad about it for the rest of the day but started doing it regularly (and now can finally do it with fingers) because honestly, what's so bad about it?!
Jacking off in the shower. Didn't know what I was doing at the time. Freaked out when I finally came. Thought I'd discovered something previously unknown about the human body until a google search basically had the sex talk with me my parents had been neglecting.
Late one night at 14, I had been reading a lot of feminist literature about masturbating, and decided to finally give it a try as I was half asleep. Through my thick, fleece pajama pants and underwear, I rubbed myself until I O'd, and it felt so intense I couldn't wait to do it again. I still felt gross and nervous about actually touching myself without underwear, so I got off that way for forever, and now that's the way I still orgasm, although I love touching myself totally naked.
—18/Woman/Possibly bi and most likely not straight
When I was 12 I stole my brother's electric toothbrush as a revenge for being mean to me and I really wanted to make him mad so I put it in my pants and turned it on. Let me tell you, I didn't know at the time what I was feeling, but it definitely was memorable. I was addicted after that and he never found his toothbrush again.
I first orgasmed on my own with a vibrator when I was 20. I hadn't known women were even capable of orgasm until I got to college and no one I'd encountered in my limited dating experience had ever given a thought to my own pleasure, so I had just assumed women weren't really supposed to get anything out of sexual encounters pleasure-wise. My college roommate helped me pick out my first vibrator and gave me a brief rundown on what to do.
I was 13 and home alone. I had spent the whole day on an online chatroom secretly, until some girl started messaging me how she wanted to devour me. I didn't really know what exactly masturbation was, but somehow my hand ended up in my pants and I was just rubbing my entire hand all over the place. Eventually I came and I shit you not — my entire body bounced up and down and shook for half an hour after. I masturbated every single afternoon for the next month.
Honestly, I had to learn about my clit (and, by extension, how to orgasm) from porn. I was hiding out in my room after school watching (would you believe) some shitty VHS tape with bad acting and worse hair, and I could not for the LIFE of me figure out why this chick was rubbing the other chick that way. Still, they both seemed to know something that I didn't, so I gave it a shot. Suddenly, I was seeing stars. It was such a fantastic discovery that I wound up masturbating my way through the next four years.
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Whether it happens intentionally or by accident, most women remember the first time they hit the orgasm jackpot.
In my own case, wriggling round in bed one night started things tingling.
Further exploration led to a truly OMG moment, after which I became a big fan of early nights – no doubt much to the confusion of my parents.
An entire world of solo entertainment had opened up and I wasted no time in giving myself a strained wrist from the efforts to keep that feeling going.
But how was it for others? These women explain how they discovered the joy that comes from solo satisfaction.
I was about 20 with my first proper boyfriend and I was experimenting on my own when he’d gone to work.
I’d played around before and had actually thought I might have come, but this went much further – I carried on when previously I would have stopped and the rush of pleasure left me in no doubt that this was finally the real thing!
It was a Sunday afternoon, just a dozy fumble while trying to get a nap on the sofa.
My mum and dad used to play Dean Martin in the kitchen – I still love Dean Martin now.
I got caught loads of times by my mum though – and started the obsession she developed about trying to stop me. It turned into proper ‘danger fap’ territory and I demanded a lock on my bedroom door.
Mine was from sitting on a bumpy chair!
I was sitting in a day-dream, just kind of wriggling around. I tried to replicate it but it never happened that way again.
I used to have to climb the washing line post in our back garden in order to re-tie the line and I remember holding onto the top one day with my legs wrapped round it – I was trying to pull myself up when I got this amazing feeling.
I didn’t know what it was but my god did I keep doing it! I finally found out what it had been with a boyfriend who I’ll always remember.
I was 17. I’d read in a magazine about the female orgasm, to my absolute amazement – I’d actually had no idea until then that women could orgasm.
So I, erm, had a go at ‘strumming a tune’ and from that moment on I’ve played many happy tunes on the fandango, aha!
Sharing a room with my older sister throughout my teens didn’t really help and even after I left home I didn’t really fiddle that much. I had a couple of longish term boyfriends but sex was never really that good, just due to lack of experience on both sides I reckon.
After sex one night with my boyfriend, I had an orgasm in my sleep. I soon learnt how to recognise the sensations building up to orgasm and figured out how to make myself come, but sexually I was still quite reserved – or rather I was too embarrassed to say what I wanted or what felt good.
It wasn’t until my first marriage, when I was 22, that I experienced an orgasm during sex – he was pretty experienced and soon figured out what turned me on.
And I’ve never looked back – I’ve been with my present husband for years now and sex is the best ever!
I was in the shower, with the shower head washing and oh, those feels… Woah!
I was having fairly regular sex with my then boyfriend and didn’t understand why everyone thought sex was great. One night when drunk, I decided to find out what all the fuss
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