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From: camdenholst@yahoo.com (Joe R.)
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Subject: {ASSM} Wife's first time with a lover - (MF true account)
Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 13:10:03 -0400
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July 23, 2002, - last night - an ordinary Tuesday evening to most, but one 
that will live forever in the memories of my wife, Dee, and me.  The day began 
with her getting dressed, casually but alluringly, knowing that after work she 
and I would be meeting for supper with a gentleman we'd met online, for the 
express purpose of allowing her to gauge her true inner feelings about the 
possibility of her having sex with him, or with any man other than me.  
Depending on how she felt in meeting with him the night was open to the 
possibility that my beautiful, 39 year old wife of 19 years would be making 
love with him before the evening was over.

For me it had started years ago when I first got online and began exploring 
the many surprising sex related subcultures that one isn't ordinarily aware of 
so easily in "real life."  The "hot wife" concept intrigued me from the start 
and soon my boyhood jealousy turned into the fantasy of seeing Dee with 
another man.  I can't say that it became either obsessive or compulsive, but 
it was an exciting fantasy nonetheless and I'd thought about it for years.

Until about a month ago Dee hated sex for close to 16 years.  She'd remarked 
to me more than once that she could easily go through the rest of her life 
without it.  Our times together while physically rewarding to me were 
emotionally troublesome because I knew she didn't really want to be there with 
me and that she was essentially allowing me to use her for my pleasure.  It 
never felt right to me and most of the time I left our bedroom feeling more 
dejected if not somewhat angry rather than nurtured and loved.  Ironic because 
it was only her love for me that had allowed me to be there at all, but being 
loved on an intellectual level is a far cry from feeling loved emotionally and 
neither of us did.

Only a month prior to my writing this Dee began to take a new medication after 
talking to our family physician made him think that she might be mildly 
depressed.  The transformation in her personality was almost instantaneous 
when she took the first of the new pills.  The gray world she'd seemed to have 
lived in for so long began to appear colored to her again.  It affected not 
only our day to day moments with each other, but our time shared in bed as 
well.  Suddenly we were making love again, often and with passion, like we 
hadn't since we were "kids" on the bed in her dorm room at college.

Another thing happened as well that led up to my writing this account of 
witnessing my wife sharing her extramarital virginity last night.  About three 
weeks prior to her visit to the doctor I had begun to write e-mails to Dee 
under an assumed name.  I approached her timidly in my alter ego, telling her 
that I was fascinated by her embroidery design website and that I thought I'd 
like to know the person behind the designs as an online friend.  We began 
writing to each other every day, even dropping little lines to each other at 
work.  We talked about all sorts of things, eventually my doppelganger's 
failed marriage which led to some discussion of romance and then later sex.  
Although it hadn't been my motive to lead our daily mails in that direction 
that was where they progressed.  My original intent had simply been to bring 
the excitement of a new friendship into her life to put a little color into 
her gray world.  Little did I know that after 16 years of wishing that I could 
have her back as the same person I fell in love with 20 years ago only three 
weeks separated us from seeing that happen.

But I digress...  Her daily mails to and from Camden Holst, my facade, took on 
at first a decidedly sexual undercurrent which exploded as soon as Dee started 
taking the new medication.  Our mails after that became very explicit in 
shared fantasies and daily I sat here orchestrating her transformation into 
somebody who was coming, perhaps for the first real time in her life, to value 
the feelings, emotions, and sensations that only making love can provide.  Our 
shared alone time in "real life" became steamy again.  The person who pushed 
me away from hugs and kisses for 16 years was now taking me to the couch to 
share them deeply with me. The woman who took to my bed with an ambivalent if 
not a somewhat hostile attitude and the expression of a zombie throughout was 
now making love with me unlike we ever had before and even charting courses 
for our mutual excitement and pleasure that I'd never even imagined we might 
ever sail.

I was torn.  When we went upstairs I became unsure if it was I with whom she 
was making love or my double.  I began to feel the emotional need to kill my 
character off and for a few weeks I struggled.  Despite that it was hurting me 
some to think that she was responding to "him" rather than me I couldn't take 
that excitement away from her so I kept the ruse going even though my heart 
was no longer in it.  The turning point came one evening when after hugging 
and kissing passionately on the couch she led me downstairs to her computer 
and told me about her letters to and from Camden.  I feigned surprise and 
delight in seeing this side of her.  A side that had indeed begun to fantasize 
on its own about making love with somebody other than me.  It cut me like a 
knife when she finally said, "I wish I could hear the sound of his voice," 
because I knew I had taken my ruse to the point where she wanted something 
more with "him" - something I knew I wouldn't be able to deliver.

We left the computer when one of the kids came downstairs and she and I got 
ready for our after supper doggie walk.  My head was spinning as a sense of 
sorrow overtook me.  Never in our marriage, despite our necessarily frugal 
ways, had she ever made me feel bad by expressing a desire for something she 
knew we couldn't afford.  Now she had tacitly asked "me" for something I 
couldn't give her and couldn't buy her because the sound of "his" voice would 
have been my own.  All at once I was sorry and guilty for creating from thin 
air a pair of arms that she had come to want wrapped around her.  And all at 
once I knew I had to put Camden to rest, but didn't know how.

We ventured only a little way into our walk when I stopped her and took her 
into my arms.  With tears welling up in my eyes I stammered, faltered, and 
hesitated.  Her smile was unsettling when she asked quietly, "What's wrong?"  
I feared the worst.  That she would feel deeply betrayed by my work of 
fiction.  That she would never trust me again.  It seemed like an eternity 
until the words could escape from my lips.  When they did I pointed out to her 
that all the times that Camden had told her that he wouldn't be around to 
write were the very same times that I myself hadn't been able to be here in 
this chair in front of the computer.  It was the single most beautiful moment 
in my life with her when her smile broadened and she said, "I thought it might 
be you," and pulled me close rather than running away from me for having 
deceived her purposefully.

In the days that followed I felt empty in no longer being able to write to her 
as Camden and felt guilty in knowing that she had to have been feeling some of 
that same emptiness.  "They" had been building a deep friendship with its own 
distinct sense of intimacy.  A sense of intimacy which she had never truly 
considered before - a meaningful one that would have involved making love with 
someone other than me.  Not in a way that would necessarily be better than our 
own, but in a way that would be delicious in simply being different.  In a way 
that would convince her that for being on the threshold of turning 40 she is 
still a very sexy, great looking, and desirable woman.  It was then that my 
old fantasy of watching her fuck another man dissolved only to be replaced by 
a deep longing for her to experience being made love to by someone.

I suggested that she allow me to post some of the tasteful nude photos that I 
had taken of her through the years to one of the web based posting forums in 
hopes of finding a worthy replacement for Camden.  She hesitated for a few 
days and finally assented at which point I wasted no time in presenting her 
earthy beauty to the eyes of the world.  The mails poured in, and among them 
were the gems I'd hoped she'd receive.  The ones from the men who were 
sufficiently sensitive to see her as a person and to express a desire to know 
her better rather than just to yank down her pants.  She began to correspond 
at length with a few of them to explore new fantasies into which she felt 
herself drawn.  One of them was John who happened to live within a short 
driving distance of us.

She came to learn in exploring the fantasies that they shared that there was 
room for her to consider taking their budding friendhip/relationship beyond 
the confines of her computer.  Which brings us back to where I had begun this 
account.  Last night we met John for supper which we decided would be fast 
food and eaten for reasons of privacy and discretion with Dee and John in the 
back seat of my car with me sitting up front.  We never got around to getting 
the food until later.  On the way home after it was all over I asked her at 
which point she knew that we were going to end up in a motel room.  Her 
answer...  "As soon as I saw him get out of his car."

John joined Dee in the back seat of my car.  The radio was on softly and I 
could hear their voices but couldn't make out what they were saying to each 
other.  Now and then I heard a giggle or a laugh but resisted the urge to turn 
around and stare which might have distracted their getting acquainted.  A 
furtive glance now and then treated me to the delightful sight of her tank top 
down with John's hand softly caressing her bare breast.  Their faces were 
together most of the time, kissing softly, and I could tell that her hand was 
down on him where I'd hoped it would be.  It was a hot night so Dee asked me 
if I'd go into the restaurant behind which we'd parked to get her a soda which 
I gladly did to give them some alone time in which to get better acquainted.  
I took my time and when I got back saw her hand caressing his bare cock which 
she had gotten nicely aroused.

Maybe ten minutes later I heard John say softly but distinctly, "Maybe we'd 
better ask the chauffeur," and I figured it was said for my benefit.  Sure 
enough it had been because the next thing I heard was John saying, "Um, Joe.  
I think we'd like to get a room if it's OK with you."  For the first time I 
turned to face the happy couple completely.  There was Dee with her breasts 
bare holding John's cock in her hand with a sweet smile on her face.  I was 
afraid that if we took the two cars the spirit of their moment might drift 
away if Dee were to take the time out and start thinking too much about what 
was about to transpire so I offered to drive us somewhere so they could 
continue their play on the way.  I asked her if she'd kissed his cock yet and 
when she said that she hadn't I playfully told her that I wasn't going to move 
the car an inch until she had.  Hungrily she put her mouth to his lap and took 
his cock eagerly into her mouth.  Off we went and they continued their play in 
the back seat as I drove.

Once inside the room of a motel that we all thought seemed suitable little 
time was wasted.  They sat together on the bed and kissed while John got her 
top off.  He played with her breasts tenderly and then paused to go freshen 
up.  When he got back to the bed it was Dee's turn and while she was gone John 
stripped down to his briefs and laid back on the bed.  He was very personable 
and we made small talk very comfortably waiting for Dee to return.  She 
returned to the side of the bed and it was the first of many moments of 
particular thrill for me when she matter of factly pushed her pants and 
panties down her silky legs, stepped of of them, and climbed onto the bed 
totally nude to snuggle on her side into John.  His large but gentle hands 
moved all over her as they kissed sweetly, whispering little things to each 
other that made both of their smiles widen.  I don't know what Dee said to 
him, but I heard him say, "That can be remedied easily," and then slid his 
briefs down and off.  Dee's hand went instantly to his cock and they continued 
to cuddle and kiss for a while longer.

When Dee moved it was to get on top of John, not to take him inside yet, but 
I'm sure to feel his whole body tight against her own.  The little kisses and 
whispers went on.  She looked stunning lying there on top of him with his hard 
cock pressed between their bellies.  His hands caressed her bare back and 
buns, savoring touching her all over.  Eventually he cupped his hand around 
her right bun and searched out her pussy with his fingertips.  She was 
dripping wet and a finger slipped up inside her with relative ease.  I took 
many photos of their session and the tenderness evident during this part of 
their foreplay is evident even in the generally cold, hard images that 
typically show on a monitor.

After a while Dee was in motion, moving her face down to John's lap and 
sliding into position so she could lift a leg over his head and shoulders to 
assume the classic 69 position with her on top.  Her bottom settled onto 
John's face and she eagerly reached for his cock and took it into her mouth.  
This was the same woman who barely put her face near my own cock for the past 
three years or so, and then when she did gave a lackluster licking that was 
more frustrating than pleasurable.  Nevetheless, now after the changes in her, 
there she was with John more than half buried between her lips with a look of 
bliss on her face as she sucked him and he licked her from behind.  When she 
took him from her mouth momentarily, it was either to lick up and down the 
underside of his long shaft or to lick, suck, and nibble on his balls.  I 
moved in close enough for him to feel my own breath on his thigh to enjoy 
close up the vision of my wife happily sucking a cock she'd only seen for the 
first time about an hour before.

After some time I whispered to her, "Why don't you climb on?" to which she 
responded playfully and matter of factly, "Exactly what I was thinking."  
Giving his dick a few more sucks she rose up and scrambled to turn around and 
mount him.  This was it!  The moment when I would witness my wife's fantastic 
little pussy entered by another man's penis.  They fumbled a little in trying 
to get John properly aligned and a thought struck me...  I asked if either of 
them would mind if I put him inside her for the first time.  Neither objected 
so I reached for John, held him up and positioned the tip of his glans at her 
opening.  I should mention that John appears to be a few inches longer than I 
am, though I'm not sure about his girth comparatively.  I realized upon 
touching him that I rarely get or sustain erections of the kind that he was 
sporting.  I'm not sure if it's from smoking way too much, having abused my 
own dick with a vacuum pump some years ago, or jerking off much too often, but 
the hardness of John's cock put mine to immediate shame.  I was only too 
pleased to know in touching him that Dee was about to experience something I 
couldn't really give her.  Once he was in position between her puffy labia Dee 
eased down onto him, taking him balls deep and both their bodies tensed during 
that initial moment of full penetration, the two of them apparently savoring 
the sensations of his entire penis touching inside of her body the part only I 
had felt for the past 20 years.

Dee began a slow, luxurious ride, her face pressed to John's for yet more of 
their shared brand of little kisses.  I love her ass and can't begin to 
describe the fulfilling pleasure I got from watching her soft, round buns 
slowly rise and fall to make her pussy glide along the length of John's stiff 
cock.  He caressed her full back and buns when he wasn't hugging her upper 
back, and they settled into a nice rhythm in which her own slow humping was 
accompanied by John's own gentle upward motions.  It was all so slow with not 
a hurried thrust between them.  It was apparent quickly that they weren't 
fucking at all.  They were making love and it was incredible to watch.

I undressed and stroked my own cock for a while as I watched them enjoying the 
feelings the others' body was providing.  I heard Dee's soft mewlings and knew 
that she was almost out of it in experiencing this different pleasure.  
Because she'd had her tubes tied back in March we never even really discussed 
whether or not her first partner would need to don a condom.  We both tacitly 
knew that if the man had not been someone we felt we could trust from what we 
knew of his own home life and circumstances she wouldn't have gotten as far as 
she did with him to begin with.  Thus, yes, I was enjoying seeing his bareback 
cock penetrating my wife over and over again.

Some time passed and Dee dismounted only to roll onto her back, spread her 
beautiful legs wide and urge John to get back inside her as quickly as he 
could.  He paused, though, to bring her to climax by licking her pussy at 
which time I sat beside her on the bed to kiss her and play with her breasts. 
 The look on her face was beyond words as he made her cum with his tongue and 
then crawled up to enter her again.  John is eight years my senior and once 
again was putting me to utter shame with his stamina and endurance.  I use the 
word, "shame," but figuratively.  I give Dee what I can and now she knows that 
she can have more when she'd like to as well.  John's ass rose and fell as his 
stiff dick slid in and out of Dee's slick pussy.  Once again nothing about it 
was hurried in the least and he seemed to be enjoying maximum penetration on 
most of his inward strokes.  At times he buried the full length of his penis 
inside her and paused there to kiss her which she seemed to really savor as 
well.  I wasn't marking the passage of time at all, but they seemed to be at 
least a half an hour joined in the missionary position alone before I observed 
aloud that they ought to give the doggie style position a go as well which 
they then did.

Dee literally scrambled once more as if she couldn't bear to be without his 
cock inside her, getting up onto all fours and tucking a pillow under her 
belly to make the position more comfortable.  John moved into position behind 
her and in under half a minute was back inside her pussy once more.  The sound 
of Dee's breathing was remarkable as another climax welled up inside her and 
the look on her face was a rictus of pure pleasure.  As her orgasm approached 
rapidly Dee said, but quietly, "I want you to cum inside me, John," which I 
relayed to him by giving him the thumbs up sign and mouthed, "Go for it."  The 
pace of his cock stroking the full length of Dee's pussy increased, but only a 
little.  John's eyes closed, his head tilted back, and the sounds of his own 
breathing indicated that he was filling her with his warm semen.  They seemed 
to achieve the elusive simultaneous climax together, but if they didn't they 
didn't miss it by more than a few seconds from what I could tell in their body 
language.

They both laid back on the bed facing each other.  I moved behind Dee and 
pressed my front against her back essentially sandwiching her between us.  It 
was a little weird for a while when she hardly seemed to notice that I was 
even there, but after having witnessed what had just been shared between her 
and John I could understand easily why that was the case.  When she did 
finally acknowledge my presence I rolled her gently to her back to eat her 
pussy, still partially full of John's cum.  Although eating a "cream pie" 
wasn't something I'd necessarily ever fantasized about it was highly erotic to 
be doing so.  The inside of her pussy, coated with John's cum felt so neat as 
my fingers slipped inside her.  She and John kissed and he played with her 
breasts as I took her over the crest of yet another climax.

I finished, got up to wipe my face, and Dee announced, "Now I'm hungry."  
Since we'd skipped supper for the sake of their getting better acquainted in 
the car I was hungry myself so I offered to drive to the nearby McDonald's to 
pick us some food.  Dee snuggled into John again and pulled up the covers 
which is where I found them upon returning to provide a picnic style supper on 
the bed.  It was even "neat" to see my beautiful wife sitting there fully nude 
sharing a meal with John and me.  Every part of the evening had just felt so 
natural and it was evident in this part of it too.

Each of us having eaten as much as we'd wanted to, I began to clean up and 
chuckled, "Ok, round two."  It was all the encouragement Dee needed.  They 
laid back once again face to face, their bodies pressed closely together, 
Dee's hand trapped between them stroking John's cock once more and urging him 
to get hard.    After a while she moved away only long enough to reverse her 
position so they could do 69 again, but this time lying on their sides.  Once 
more I was so amazed in watching her suck John's cock and lick his balls.  Her 
thigh and leg ended up under John's arm as he moved his face lower on her body 
to lick her asshole, something she loves having done.  I watched her sucking 
him some more and when I looked back, John was sliding his finger in and out 
of her back door.  I'm not sure what the turning point was for her, but she 
exclaimed, "I want you inside me!"  She made her way onto her back and opened 
her smooth legs eagerly awaiting for John to enter her again.

John wasn't fully erect again, but stiff enough to slide into her and make it 
feel good.  After Dee came he seemed to be straining to achieve a second 
climax himself but finally petered out because it had become warm in the room 
after I'd turned off the air conditioner a little earlier when it had been 
getting a bit cold.  

But Dee wanted for him to cum again so when John withdrew and laid down she 
positioned herself to mount him again.  Because he wasn't full hard again they 
had difficulty getting him inside.  The help came in the form of me once again 
taking John's cock and putting it to her pussy, but this time because of his 
state of being partly soft my fingers stayed there to ensure that he kept 
sliding in and out of her rather than bending and slipping out when Dee sank 
herself down onto him.  For a time I actually guided her bottom's movements 
with one hand while holding John inside her with the other.  When I stopped it 
was to put my finger into her butt where I could feel John's cock on the other 
side of the thin membrane separating her vagina from her rectum.  When he got 
too soft to continue, Dee climbed off and licked and sucked his cock for a 
while longer until we noticed the time and knew that we needed to get back 
home to the kids.

We dressed.  John and I smoked as we talked a bit and then it was time to head 
back to John's car about twenty minutes north of where we were.  Once again 
the two of them took to the back seat for some final cuddle and kiss time as I 
played the role of the grinning chauffeur.  We parted back at the lot with Dee 
getting out of the car to give John a final hug and kiss.  Of course Dee and I 
talked about it on the way home, and she'd said she loved it.  I knew she had 
without her even saying so, just as I knew I'd hear a definite, "Yes," when I 
asked her if she thought she'd like to see John again.

This morning came and there were their letters to each other, each full of 
thanks for the tenderness in having shared such a beautifully intimate 
experience, and their letters to me expressing their gratitude for my having 
been a most cordial host to my sweet wife's introduction to a world of 
pleasures that she'd never imagined a month ago.  How do I feel in all of 
this?  Fairly ecstatic to see my Dee who lived in a world of gray for 16 years 
grabbing life by the horns and making up for so much of the good emotions that 
she missed feeling through the years, not only with me but with all of us who 
love having her in our lives.  Guess I'll have to add John to that list 
because I'm certain that he's glad to have her in his life too.

If you made it this far and read the entire account, know that Dee is open to 
other such possible encounters.  They don't come easily but if you talked to 
John I'm sure you'd know how much they're worth the effort.  If you enjoy 
writing and are half decent at it, feel free to write to her.  Get to know 
her, and let her get to know you.  Show her what you look like, from the neck 
up, then later if there seems to be a nice rapport between you, from the waist 
down.  Don't just send her a one-liner to ask her for nude pics or for a 
"date."  They're available, but only to the guys who make her feel good 
enough.  And if you do get to meet her, plan to make love and not just fuck 
'cause if that's not your attitude, nothing's going to happen.  We're in 
Northeastern PA; the closer you are the better your chances of a meeting if 
things take off.

Her address is sweetmrs39@yahoo.com 

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