My wife's first time surprise

Author: Chris Christopher
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Background: This is a true story from way back when my wife and I were totally monogamous. Years before this happened, when we were married, she was that rarest of things – a virgin.
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It all happened so fast. We didn’t really plan it. In a way, I wished we had planned it. Then the excitement could have lasted a lot longer.

So what am I talking about, you might ask? Well, this is the true story of the first time my wife and I ended up in bed with another couple.

We had planned to meet them at their house one afternoon after we finished some Christmas shopping. They were good friends and we had spent a lot of time together. Nancy and I always looked forward to seeing them.

That summer we had been on a camping trip with this couple. One evening, out in the middle of nowhere, we were sitting by the campfire playing cards. Then somebody suggested the next game should be poker – strip poker. My wife Nancy is shy, but it was three against one. She lost. For the next hour or so we all played poker until we were all totally naked. Nothing else happened that night. It was just a pleasant, comfortable evening around an old west style campfire, shared with good friends.

Anyway, back to my story.

After a nice lunch at the Olive Garden we stopped by our friend’s home. We rang the doorbell and waited. It took so long for them to answer that we almost left. When the door finally opened, we were invited inside. Our hostess was dressed in a thin silk-ish looking pink frock. Her big d-cup breasts made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.

Nancy wanted to leave as she was sure we were interrupting something. Our hostess insisted that we stay. So we stayed.

I asked where her husband was and, while struggling to hold her robe together, she smiled at us and said he was waiting downstairs. He wanted to show us the old bed he had finally finished restoring. We were well aware of the bed. They had been talking about it for months. It was an antique that was in really bad shape when they bought it. His wife seemed pretty excited to show us what he had accomplished.

She led us down the stairs, along the narrow hallway and into the last room on the left. She ushered us in first then turned the lights on. The room was small and the headboard and posts of the bed were huge. There was her husband lying in the bed. She entered and closed the door behind her. As it shut, to our surprise, her husband quickly threw back the covers to reveal that he was totally naked with a rock hard cock pointing at us!

My wife and I were more than a little shocked!

As his wife walked past us she dropped her robe and joined her husband in bed. They were laughing at our expressions. They wanted us to join them to help make sure that the bed was ‘ready for occupancy.’ He told us that the bed might look old and fragile but he thought it could easily, “sleep two or screw four.”

I had to admit that it was a very nice looking bed with lots of fancy woodwork and decorative panels. But it was still an old wooden bed. The mattress area inside the heavy frame looked pretty small even for a double bed. It might have been all of that woodwork everywhere that made the sleeping area look so small.

I looked at my wife who still had a shocked look on her face and flushed cheeks. I told her it may be crazy but let’s get in there with them and try it out. Then I started removing my clothes.

Nancy just stood there in shock.

As I stripped, our friends were still trying to talk her into joining us. They promised that there would be no hanky-panky or wife swapping or anything like that. It would just be some friends trying out an old bed together.

Again, she was out numbered. Just like at the campfire, it was three to one. And this time the three of us were already naked and in bed. My wife finally succumbed to all of the peer pressure and started undressing. I think it was a little embarrassing for her with the rest of us just lying there in bed watching.

With all of us finally in the bed, we chatted a little and then our friends started kissing, fondling each other and generally playing around. So I followed suit. My wife was still nervous, but was warming up to what was happening.

Soon our friends were in the missionary position and going at it.

I wanted to watch them and I love to show off my wife. So rather than the missionary position I turned her on her side to face them. I was behind her. I put her leg on top of my leg, and entered her pussy from a spoon position. I also held her elbows at her side to make sure that she didn’t keep trying to cover her boobs. She was finally getting used to me doing things like that after years of marriage!

I was really excited by what was happening and it appeared that despite her concerns my wife was excited too. Her pussy was so wet that I had slipped in instantly.

We screwed like that for a while. Every time I would look over my wife’s shoulder I could see them fucking and watching us. It was so exciting to be screwing my wife and at the same time watching our friends doing the same thing and watching us from about a foot away.

It was either the head start that they had on the day’s games or he might have been even more excited than I was, anyway, he came well before I was even close. It was very obvious when he came by the change in the motion of the bed.

Not wanting to be left behind, I put my head down, picked up the speed and really worked away at my wife’s little pink pussy.

Then I felt him reach between my wife’s legs. I could feel his fingers on my wife’s pussy and at the sides of my dick. It was a shock to have all of that extra stimulation. But I just kept thrusting into her, feeling myself sliding between his fingers and into her with each stroke.

The feeling of his hand on Nancy’s pussy and my cock between his fingers was something that I had never expected. It was something that I had never considered that I might like. But it’s something that I’ll never forget.

After six years of marriage I was pretty used to my wife’s body and how she reacts. I can tell when she’s about to cum. I could feel her pushing into me and I could feel her muscles tensing from her arms to her legs and ass. I could hear the change in her breathing. Soon all of these sensations blended together and a few strokes after that, as she was moaning, we both had our orgasms.

After I shot my load into her, I held tight to keep her close so my dick would stay inside. His fingers stayed there too, moving around like he was searching for something. My wife was still doing that little guttural moan she does when she has an orgasm. I could feel every little twitch as her body climaxed.

She continued to moan so I tried to resume fucking her. I was getting soft and the angle I was at was not helping and then her hips jerked forward a little. I had only succeeded in having it pop out to land on top of his fingers. When this happened I felt her hips jerk forward again. I could feel his fingers still moving under my dick.

The soft moans got a little louder. She was now squeezing her legs together, trapping both my shrinking dick and his hand between them. I felt the jerky pressure of her legs pulsating, squeezing and shaking. Her gasps for air, “Ahh..Oh..Mmmm..Uhhh..Oh..Oh,” continued as her legs trembled.

Over the next couple of minutes her body continued to shudder. Her legs shook and she jerked her hips as she moved from orgasmic peak to valley and back again. A few more times and then she finally relaxed. Her moans of “oh..oh..oh” were now spaced further apart and sounded more like “ah..…ahh..…ahhh”. She was now going into her post climax panting: soft slow inhalations followed by short rapid exhalations.

Gradually the moaning stopped and I knew that her orgasm was over. I thought it must have been a really good one for her to have lasted that long.

She relaxed her legs but it was a good minute before anything else happened. She was quiet now. Hell we were all quiet. After a long pause I felt my friend’s hand move again as he slowly slid it across her pussy and out from between her legs. Finally my dick was alone with my wife’s pussy. Silently and motionlessly we all rested as our hearts slowed and our breathing returned to normal.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes the four of us lay there, just two couples holding our partners in our arms. Although we were nude no one moved to cover up. We were simply basking in that post sexual frenzy bliss. We began talking about trivial things while consciously avoiding talking about what we all must have been thinking.

Then my wife said that we really needed to get going. Everyone got out of bed to get dressed. The women went off to the bathroom to clean up first.

Alone with my friend I just had to ask him why he put his hand in there since we had agreed to no wife swapping type stuff.

He told me that every day since that camping trip he has dreamt and fantasied about my wife. He just could not get her out of his mind. That morning he had talked his wife into playing the old ‘let’s let them find us naked in the antique bed’ trick. He did not tell his wife, but he told me that his secret hope was that somehow he would be able to fulfill his fantasies, maybe even swap wives.

He said when the four of us were all finally in bed together that he felt his dreams were close to coming true. Having Nancy’s naked body so close to him was so much better than his fantasies. He loved the way I held her arms so that her perky little tits bounced and bobbed and rotated wildly. Watching them, he said, is what had made him cum so soon.

He said my wife looked so young (we were early-thirties and they were mid-forties) and beautiful and sexy that he could not stop himself from wanting to touch her. He figured he would never have this opportunity again. Watching her boob’s bounce was giving him the courage to go for it. When he noticed that her leg was somewhat up in the air, he knew he would be able to at least feel her pussy.

Once his fingers were in there, he felt the warm, soft, smooth, wetness of her cunt. He knew it was wrong, but he started fingered her anyway. He apologized and hoped that I was not too upset that he had touched my dick as he spread my wife’s pussy lips apart to run his fingers down to that smooth area inside. He said he had also had been rubbing her clit.

This was the first that I had understood how close he had been to having his fingers inside my wife’s vagina. He had been fingering her inside the lips and folds of my wife’s pussy and rubbing her clit while my dick was fucking her. Damn, I wished I had known that, it might have made a difference later!

Then he really surprised me when he said that he had tried to pull his hand away when I started to cum but that Nancy had held him there. Knowing my wife pretty well, I didn’t really buy that, especially since I had been holding her arms.

“Well, you may have had her arms but her hands had me.” She had held his wrist to keep his hand tightly against her pussy. So he just kept rubbing her clit and getting as deep as possible around my cock, inside the folds of her pussy lips.

When my cock popped out of her pussy, he said he thought that I did that on purpose. He was so happy believing that I had removed my dick just so that he could get his fingers inside of her to finger fuck her sloppy wet hole.

He told me that while she was cumming she was pushing and pulling his fingers in and out of her. He said that he had at least two fingers and sometimes three fingers inside of her from then on. At least until she had finally let him go.

With his explanation I now knew why her orgasm had lasted as long as it did, or more likely why she had experienced multiple orgasms that day. I had only seen her do that once before and that was while we were dating. I can only guess at the sensations that she must have been feeling!

Later in the afternoon, as we drove home my wife said, “Well, that was interesting!” I agreed with her and said that I thought it was a lot of fun. Hoping to hear her side of what had happened I asked if she had enjoyed herself. But she changed the subject. Those four words are all that she’s ever said about that day.

Why didn’t she want to talk about it? Was there a secret that she wanted to keep hidden? She had to know that I knew everything that happened, so why the refusal to talk about it?

I spent a lot time thinking about this. In the past we had always been open in sharing our sexual feelings with each other, including our desire to be with other people. I knew about many of her sexual dreams. She had always been willing to tell me anything and everything that she wanted sexually, until now.

Maybe she was worried how I would react if she told me what she was feeling or thinking that day. It felt a little strange to suddenly be living with someone who, for the first time in our marriage, was keeping secrets for me.

Anyway, that was the first time we shared a bed with another couple and it was the first time my wife had been intimately touched by another man.