My Wife's First Time With A Lover
A true account, written by her husband.

By Joe

July 23, 2002 - last night - was an ordinary Tuesday evening to most folks.  But to my wife (Dee) and me, it was one that will live forever in our memories. 

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 the jealous feelings of my youthful years turned into the fantasy of seeing Dee with another man.  I can't say that the thought became either obsessive or compulsive, but it was an exciting fantasy nonetheless, and by this time I'd thought about it for years.

Until about a month ago, Dee had 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 what we were doing, and that she was essentially allowing me to use her for my pleasure.  

It never felt right to me, and most of the time sex with her I left me feeling more dejected, if not somewhat angry, rather than nurtured and loved.  It was ironic, because it was only her I loved, 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.  Their talk 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 colorful 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 telling her of 'the failed sexual side of my marriage,' which then led to some discussion of romance, and then later, discussions about sex.  

It hadn't been my motive to lead our daily e-mails in that direction, but 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 e-mails to and from 'Camden Holst' (my facade), took on a decidedly sexual undercurrent, which seemed to explode as soon as Dee started taking the new medication.  After that, our e-mails became very explicit in shared fantasies.  I sat at my computer daily, orchestrating her transformation into someone who was coming (perhaps for the first time in her life) to value the feelings, emotions, and sensations that only passionate love-making can provide.  

Our shared alone time in "real life" became steamy again.  The woman who had discouraged me from hugs and kisses for 16 years was now taking me to the couch to share them deeply with me. The woman who I took to 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.  We were even charting new courses for our mutual excitement and pleasure, courses that I'd never even imagined we might ever sail.

I was beginning to feel 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 off my character, 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 of her 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 hadn't been able to be in front of my 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 so purposefully.

In the days that followed, I felt sort of empty, no longer being able to write to her as 'Camden.'  And, I 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 returned, accompanied by a deep longing for her to experience being made love to by someone other than me.

After some thought, I talked with her about my long-held fantasy.  My revelations seemed to bring a slight smile to her face, but (initially) no comment (favorable or unfavorable).  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.  

To my happy surprise, the e-mail poured in!  And among them were the gems I'd hoped she'd receive... the ones from men who were sufficiently sensitive to see her as a person, and expressing 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, exploring the new fantasies into which she felt herself drawn.  One of them was Don 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 began this account.  

Last night we met Don for dinner.  Actually, we decided "dinner" would be fast food, and eaten (for reasons of privacy and discretion) with Dee and Don in the back seat of our 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."

Don joined Dee in the back seat of our car.  The radio was playing soft music, and I could hear their voices, but I couldn't make out what they were saying to each other.  Now and then I heard a giggle, or a laugh, but I 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, and Don's hand softly caressing her bare breasts.  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.  I gladly did so to give them some alone time in which to get better acquainted.  I took my time, and when I got back, I saw her hand caressing his bare cock.  She had gotten it nicely aroused.

Maybe ten minutes later I heard Don 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 Don saying, "Um, Joe.  I think we'd like to get a room, if it's OK with you."  

For the first time, I turned completely to face the happy couple.  There was Dee with both of her breasts bare, holding Don'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 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 along the way.  

I asked her if she'd kissed his cock yet.  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.  She sort of grinned back at me, then toward him, before hungrily putting her mouth to his lap.  She eagerly took his cock 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 briefly while Don got her top off.  As I sat watching from across the room, he played with her breasts tenderly, and then paused to go "freshen up."  While he was gone, Dee walked over to me, gave me a sort of devilish grin, and then without saying anything, she gave me a passionate French kiss.  As the kiss broke, I asked, "You OK with everything?"  She smiled and said, "Yes," just as Don walked in from the bathroom.  

When he got back, it was Dee's turn to "freshen up."  While she was gone, Don stripped down to his briefs and laid back on the bed.  He was very personable, and we made small talk very comfortably as we waited for Dee to return.  

She returned to the side of the bed, still bare-breasted.  It was the first of many moments of particular thrill for me.  She matter-of-factly pushed her pants and panties down her silky legs, stepped of of them, and climbed onto the bed (now totally nude) to snuggle on her side against Don, without looking at me, but knowing that I was watching from across the room.  

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 he 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.  It was clear that they were both savoring their shared intimacy, and I was too!

When Dee finally moved, it was to get on top of Don, not to take him inside yet, but I'm sure to feel his whole body tight against her own.  Their 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.  He seemed to be savoring his touchs all over her body.  

Eventually he cupped his hand around her right bun, and searched out her pussy with the fingertips of his other hand.  I could see that she was dripping wet.  His finger slipped up inside her with relative ease.  Having brought my digital camera with me, I took many photos of their session.  The tenderness evident during that 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 Don's lap, and then 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 Don's face, and she eagerly reached for his cock, taking it into her mouth.  I thought to myself, 'This was the same woman who barely put her face near my own cock for most of the past three years or so, and then when she did, gave a lackluster licking that was more frustrating than pleasurable.'  

Nevetheless, after the recent changes in her, there she was with Don's cock more than half buried between her lips.  With eyes closed and a look of bliss on her face, 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 along the underside of his long shaft, or to lick, suck, and nibble on his balls.  To get a better view (for me and my camera) I moved in close enough for him to feel my own breath on his thigh.  I was enjoying the close-up 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, "That's 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 being entered by another man's penis.  They fumbled a little in trying to get Don 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 Don, held him up and positioned the tip of his glans at her opening.  

I should mention that Don 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 Don's cock put mine to immediate shame.  

Rather than being repulsed at the touch of another man's dick, I was just pleased to know that Dee was about to experience something new.  Once he was in position between her puffy labia, Dee eased down onto him, taking him balls deep.  Both of their bodies tensed during that initial moment of full penetration.  The two of them were apparently savoring the sensations of his entire penis touching inside of her body, the part of her that only I had felt for the past 20 years.  I stepped back to watch, so as not to disturb their shared pleasure.

Dee began a slow, luxurious ride, her face pressed to Don'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, making her pussy glide along the full length of Don's stiff cock.  

He caressed her full back and buns when he wasn't hugging her upper back.  They settled into a nice rhythm in which her own slow humping was accompanied by Don's gentle upward motions.  It was all so slow, with not a hurried thrust between them.  It was quickly apparent that they weren't fucking at all.  They were making love, and it was incredible for me 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.  Don hadn't.  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 the sight of his bare cock penetrating my wife over and over again, glistening with her juices.

Some time passed, and Dee dismounted, only to roll onto her back, spread her beautiful legs wide, and urge Don to get back inside her as quickly as he could.  He paused, though, to bring her to climax by licking her pussy.  As he did that, 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.  

Don 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.  Don'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 have been joined for at least a half an hour in the missionary position alone, before I observed aloud that they ought to give the doggie-style position a go as well.  They then did.

Dee literally scrambled once more as if she seemingly couldn't bear to be without his cock inside her.  She got up onto all fours, and tucked a pillow under her belly to make the position more comfortable.  Don moved into position behind her.  In under half a minute, he was back inside her pussy once more.  

The sound of Dee's breathing was remarkable as another climax welled up inside her.  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, Don," which I relayed to him by giving him the thumbs up sign while mouthing, "Go for it."  

The pace of his cock stroking the full length of Dee's pussy increased, but only a little.  Don'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.

Then they both laid back on the bed facing each other.  I moved behind Dee, laying behind her on the bed.  I 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 Don, 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.  It was still partially full of Don'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 Don's cum, felt so neat as my fingers slipped inside her.  She and Don 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 dinner for the sake of their getting better acquainted in the car, I was hungry too.  So I offered to drive to the nearby McDonald's to pick up some food for us.  Dee snuggled into Don again and pulled up the covers, which is where I found them upon returning to provide a picnic-style meal on the bed.  It was even "neat" to see my beautiful wife sitting there fully nude sharing a meal with Don 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.  I 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 was trapped between them, stroking Don's cock once more, urging him to get hard.    After a while she moved away only long enough to reverse her position so they could do a 69 again, but this time lying on their sides.  Once more I was so amazed (and happy) to be watching her suck Don's cock and lick his balls.  

Her thigh and leg ended up under Don'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, Don 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, "Don... I want you inside me again!"  She made her way onto her back and opened her smooth legs, eagerly awaiting Don's enter into her again.

Don wasn't fully erect again this time, but stiff enough to slide into her and make it feel good for both of them.  After Dee came again, he seemed to be straining to achieve a second climax himself, but finally petered out (so to speak) 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 him to cum again, so when Don withdrew and laid down, she positioned herself to mount him again.  Because he wasn't full hard, again they had difficulty getting him inside.  Their help came from me.  Once again I took hold of Don's cock and put it into 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 Don inside her with the other.  When I stopped, it was to put my finger into her butt.  There, I could feel Don's cock sliding in and out... 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.  Don and I smoked as we talked a bit, and then it was time to head back to Don'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 Don a final hug and kiss.  Of course Dee and I talked about it on the way home, and she said she had loved everything we had done that evening.  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 Don again.

This morning came and there were their e-mail notes to each other, each full of thanks for the tenderness in having shared such a beautifully intimate experience.  And, they both sent me e-mail notes, 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 about all of this?  Fairly ecstatic!  Ecstatic to have seen 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 Don 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 were to talk with Don, 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, show her what you look like 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.

Dee's e-mail address is sweetmrs39@yahoo.com 

A NOTE FROM JOAN:  Yes, that is Dee's real e-mail address.  However, if you write her, expect a delay of 3 to 4 weeks before you get a reply.  Dee works full time, and is the mother of two teenagers.  As she said in her last e-mail message to me, "I receive a ton of mail, and currently have about 300 messages waiting for a response."  

Also read the following story, written by one of Dee's lovers, about their "shared 48th adventure together!" in May of 2005...  a year and a half after the above (first) experience she and her husband had with another guy.