A Wife's First Time with a Stranger

I text my husband. "I'm nervous. Maybe we shouldn't do this."

His response appears on the screen instantly. "Don't be. Text me after. I'm nearby if you need anything."

He sounds confident but I'm barely reassured. I put my phone down and go to the mirror. I'm wearing yoga pants and a matching athletic top. I'm barefoot, my toes manicured earlier that day. My tan is still visible from the family vacation the week before. I pull my top down to examine my breasts in the mirror, try to imagine myself as my lover seeing them for the first time. At forty, would they disappoint?

A flicker of doubt. I remind myself that I am in the best shape of my life, and more confident than ever about my body. I pull my top back up and examine my makeup and fuss over my hair. Another text message arrives, this time from a number with no assigned name. I descend the stairs to the door, my steps unsure, my heart racing.

Somehow, he is even handsomer than his pictures. Tall, short hair, sparkling eyes, a warm smile. I silently promise myself to remember to buy my friend Anna a bottle of wine for introducing us, although it is a little weird to think that his dick will have been in both of us by the time the night is over. The intrusive thought disappears as quickly as it arrives as he leans in for a kiss by way of greeting, but I pull away quickly and silently motion him inside. I need a drink.

I lead him quietly up the stairs. They seem to creak louder than usual. I feel like a teenager again, sneaking around my parents. I think of the irony that my twenty year old daughter is in the guest suite, and now I'm the one sneaking around. She showed up without warning, wanting to get away from her dorm for the weekend. I came close to cancelling but she practically went straight to bed and so I had the house mostly to myself as planned. I tell the man that we'll have to be quiet as we enter the bedroom. He looks at me skeptically and I explain that my daughter is staying the night downstairs.

I had drinks waiting for us in the bedroom. We sit on the edge of the bed, talking in whispers, sipping at our cocktails. When I get to the end of my drink I wish there was more. Suddenly I don't feel confident enough for this. Was this a huge mistake? Was I really going to let another man be inside of me after nearly twenty years of marriage? I had only ever had sex with one man before my husband. It was high school, and he lived in the state over. On the weekends I was visit him, and he loved to fuck me doggy style with what I now realize was unusual stamina, to the point where my pussy felt raw. My husband was a much more sensual lover, but he lacked the animalistic passion that I sometimes craved. Sometimes, I wanted him to sweep me off my feet when I came home from work, carry me to the bedroom, fuck me hard. I even asked him to do this a couple of times. But he would laugh nervously, brush it off, as if I was asking him to do something shameful. And we'd go back to predictable sex.

Until Anna confided in me that she had been visited a few times by a young man, likewise introduced to her by a friend. When she brought it up with her husband, the possibility of continuing their sexual exploration, picking up where they left off after leaving college, she was surprised to hear how readily and eagerly he agreed.

And my experience was similar. Working up the nerve one night after a few too many drinks, I floated the possibility. I think I already knew what the response would be. I suspected that he, and many men, had an underlying cuckold fetish. They wanted to know their wife was desirable to another man. For some unknown reason they wanted to feel the deep mix of anguish and pain and arousal, even if they didn't know exactly how it would feel until it was too late. My husband was always trying to get me to go topless on public beaches or at our lake house. I think he got a rush from the possibility of other men seeing me naked. Only rarely did I please him in this way. I wasn't, and am not, much of an exhibitionist.

The man leads me to the bed and pushes me down before bending slightly to kiss me. Then he pushes me again so that I'm lying on the bed and his hands are around the waist of my yoga pants. He pulls them down around my knees and then off, and then returns for my thong. In a few short seconds I lie bottomless on the bed and I giggle. It's happening so fast but I can already feel a wetness forming. He opens my legs gently with his hands and exposes my freshly shaved pussy. My husband likes a bit of hair but tonight I wanted to feel like a twenty-year-old again.

He murmurs about how my pussy is beautiful and then he kisses my knees, my thighs, as he inches up my legs. He pauses for a moment and then reverses course, teasing me. A shiver of nerves runs through my body and I ache in anticipation. Then he reaches up and pulls my top off, then my bra, and squeezes my b-cup breasts with his hands before putting each nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.

Then he moves slowly south, kissing my chest, my stomach, until his mouth is on me. He pulls at each of my lips with his mouth and sucks on them before running his tongue all the way up to my clit. I can't believe how good it already feels. I'm almost embarrassed about how wet I am. He continues to lick my pussy from bottom to top with long strokes, before spreading my lips with his fingers and slowly focusing in on my clit. He licks back and forth in a constant rhythm, expertly increasing the pressure and then just backing off as my cries build in a crescendo. He returns to licking my thighs, building the suspense, denying me the orgasm. I squirm until he returns to my pussy and inserts one finger and then two. He's fingering me and his mouth goes back to my clit and already I'm seconds from the biggest orgasm in my life.

But then suddenly he pulls me up so that I'm sitting on the edge of the bed and kisses me and I taste myself on his lips. Then he stands and I'm face to face with his enormous erect penis. I'm immediately intimidated. My husband's penis has an almost friendly quality to it, pocket-sized and easily accommodated. This thing looks like it will leave me unable to walk.

I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck on the smooth round bulb. He places a hand on the back of my head and encourages me to take more. I don't get much further than the head of his penis, but I work up a good rhythm with my hands and mouth. I haven't given my husband a blowjob in years. He never asks for one so I assume that he doesn't like it, or I'm no good at it. But I feel my confidence and sexiness returning with his moans of pleasure and I make an effort to take more of his cock in mouth until I've gotten nearly halfway down his shaft and the head of his penis is in my throat. I gag lightly and come up for air and again he leans down and kisses me, his tongue searching, until he stands again and his cock is again prodding the entrance to my throat.

Soon I'm entranced by the feeling of his cock in my mouth and I can't get enough of it. I'm practically gulping it down as I go deeper and deeper and by now I'm soaking wet and close to orgasming again. I can't believe this fullness that I'm feeling and I don't want it to stop. I know that I'm easily giving the best, most slutty blowjob of my life, and I know my husband would have come down my throat ages ago.

And then I'd have run to the sink to spit it out.

But I was getting the sense from this man that I could suck his cock all night and he wouldn't come unless he wanted to. And if he did cum in my mouth, I wanted to swallow every last drop.

But that's not what happens, because once again he pushes me back on the bed and holds my feet in his hands. My legs are spread wide and he's using his hand to slide the head of his cock up and down between my lips, teasing me. I'm so caught up in the moment that I barely remember one of my husband's sacred rules: condoms. So I push him back gently and whisper 'condom, condom.' I point to the dresser behind him where my husband keeps his. We use them on occasion if I've missed my birth control, which is exactly what has happened this week.

He rips the package open and tosses the loose condom onto my chest. I guess it's my responsibility to fit this thing on his massive cock, which proves to be a near impossible task. Even though his cock is lubricated with my spit I struggle to roll the condom down his shaft due to his enormous girth. I put his cock in my mouth again and suck him for a few seconds, hoping that an increase in my spit would help and partly because I just want to feel him in my mouth again. But when I try to put the condom on again it hasn't help. It had never occurred to me that my husband's condoms wouldn't fit. I wonder if he would be humiliated. I get it about halfway down but it's bunched up and it looks like it's constricting his cock painfully. I look up apologetically and he just smiles. Disappointed, I'm about to suggest that we just stick to oral if the condom isn't going to work but before I can say anything he reaches down to grab my legs and spins me in place on the bed so that I'm at the edge of the bed on my hands and knees.

"Ready?" he asks. 'Yes' I whisper. And then he pushes into me.

I bury my face in the bed and bite the pillow to avoid crying out. I can feel my pussy stretch open to accommodate his size. It feels like he's going to split me in half. He starts slowly fucking me with the head of his cock, going slightly deeper with every few strokes. I can't believe how different this new cock feels. After a few minutes I know that he's only about halfway in, but I'm not sure I can take any more without him banging against my cervix. But he keeps pressing into my pussy and my body continues to adjust for him. I can't speak. I can only think "so this is what it means to get fucked senseless" and yet he's still only halfway inside of me moving with slow, gentle strokes. I put my hands back so that I can feel his legs every time he thrusts, in a futile attempt to control how much he's penetrating me. Instead, he grabs my hands and holds them together behind my back and fucks me harder. After a few minutes I'm a bubbling mess of groans and cries. My pussy is wetter than it's every been.

And then finally he sinks into me completely and it feels like my body is going to explode. I cry out loudly and he reaches around to put a hand over my mouth to quiet me. He stays like that for a minute, his short pubic hair pressed up against my ass. Then slowly he inches out of me, holds it there, and then re-enters.

I come hard. My body shakes and my toes curl and it feels like I might burst into a ball of heat and light. I'm barely aware that I'm also squirting for the first time. The liquid bursts out of me at the seams, covering my legs and the bed. I can't control it. He takes this as a queue to start fucking me faster, maintaining the long strokes until he's buried fully inside of me, withdrawing until just the head of his penis is in my pussy. With his growing speed the sound of his balls slapping against my body reverberate through the room in rhythmic frequency, slapping against the juices that now cover both of us. I can't remember being fucked like this before. I cry out, I scream, I groan, I don't think I'll ever be able to walk again. I can barely think except to wonder if my daughter can hear us two floors down.

And then he's grunting and I feel his cock growing even larger in sudden, violent pulses. He's buried all the way inside of me, pulling into me with his hands on my thighs. I've never been able to feel my husband's cum as it enters my body but this time is different. I'm shocked as I feel hotness spread in me, wave after wave drenching my insides, and I look down in panic but I can't tell what is happening since he's still buried inside of me. His orgasm lasts a surprisingly long time and I succumb to it and push up against him even harder. He groans and swears under his breath and eventually pulls out and I confirm that he's bare. I can't believe this man has ejaculated inside of me and I groan in disbelief before letting my head fall back to stare at the ceiling.

"Your husband's condoms are too small." I can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

My husband doesn't produce much cum and so cleanup is easy. But with this man's load I can already feel it trickling out of my pussy and down my leg as I lie on my side. He rises and walks silently to the bathroom. I can't hear anything except my own shallow breathing. I peel my hair out of my eyes, wet with sweat. My head is clear in post-orgasm clarity. I check the time. It's been only twenty minutes although it felt like hours of fucking. My pussy feels raw from the unfamiliar size and pounding that it has taken. My thoughts drift to more practical matters such as wondering how my husband is doing and then also about the possibility of having just been impregnated. I make a mental note to slip out at some point in the morning, presuming my husband is back home, so that I can buy Plan B.

The man seems to sense what I'm thinking and smiles. I've been saving up for you, he tells me. Wow, I say, but I don't know whether to feel flattered or disgusted.

He returns from the bathroom and asks for my phone. Confused, I toss it to him, still lying on my side. He goes around behind me to the side of the bed and then the flash of my camera phone goes off. He asks for the pin. Before I can think better of it, again I comply. This man clearly has some sort of power over me. And then my heart races as I realize what he's doing but it's too late to do anything about it. He's sending a picture to my husband.

Stammering, I reach for my phone. But he tosses it down on the bed and grabs me by the waist and flips me over and then pulls me up by the hips. I'm on my knees at the edge of the bed. He pushes my head down so that my breasts are resting on the mattress and my head is turned sideways. My pussy and ass hang in the air, exposed and wet with a mixture of our juices. I feel his semen continue to ooze out of me. He stands over me and I hear him take another picture. It's quiet for a minute. I hear the tapping of fingers on a screen. Again I say nothing. And then he pulls me further to the edge of the bed and I can feel the head of his cock searching briefly and then again he's inside of me, lubricated by his own cum.

My husband has never fucked me twice in the same night.

He starts out with long, slow strokes. I gasp, rediscovering his size. Is it possible that he's even bigger than before?

After a minute of slowly fucking me, I'm surprised by another sensation as he begins to explore my ass with his thumb. I stiffen in surprise but he tells me to relax and then slowly sinks a finger inside. I'm distracted by his cock in my pussy and I'm close to another orgasm. But his strokes slow now as he starts to finger my asshole gently. The sensation is new and it feels tight but not unpleasant. He continues like this for a couple of minutes and I feel myself begin to loosen. And then he pulls out me completely and puts a second finger inside my ass. It feels good and I'm moaning as he's fingering me, although slightly disappointed that he stopped fucking me. I'm distinctly aware of how he continues to manage to push my boundaries. I've always told my husband that my asshole is strictly off limits, and we didn't even establish no anal play as a rule. I think neither of us even thought of it as a possibility.

I'm wondering where this is leading and I don't have to wait long to find out. After a few more minutes of loosening my ass he pulls his fingers out and replaces it with the head of his cock. I turned to protest but he puts a hand over my mouth and he pushes in slowly. I groan with pain and then pleasure. I don't tell him to stop. But if I could speak I would tell him that it's never going to fit, that he's going to tear my asshole open. I'm biting the pillow again, my mind exploding with the sensation, the guilt, the filthiness of it all. The truth is, in this moment, I'd let this man do whatever he wants to me.

I can feel the head of his huge cock expanding my anus as he breaks it in with slow, shallow strokes. Bit by bit, stroke by stroke, he enters me deeper, until the pain turns into something else. And then, after a few minutes, when he seems to sense I'm ready, he enters me fully. A thousand fireworks explode in my head, one for each nerve ending. I gasp and scream and cry out and he puts a hand over my mouth again and the strokes become faster until once again I hear and feel his balls slapping against me.

This stranger is fucking me in the ass. I've never had anal sex with my husband. In between my gasps, I tell myself he can never know.

But then I hear a voice behind me, as if from a faraway place. My brain is so overloaded with the sensation of the cock in my ass that it's almost shutting down. The words echo around in my skull as if buffering and I finally make sense of them.

"What do you say for your husband?"

And then it takes me another second to realize that there's only one hand on my lower back. The other hand holds my phone.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Baby." I can't think to say anything else. I don't know who I'm calling baby, this man or my husband. We haven't called each other that in years.

It feels like my body is going to tear apart. But the pain has nearly subsided and a new sensation replaces it. I feel filled like I'd never felt before. I reached down to my clit with my hand and start masturbating. I can feel the beginnings of a shattering orgasm. It rises quickly and then it bursts.

The pleasure is on a new level. My mind collapses and then explodes like a star. My body shakes and he fucks me harder. A million nerve endings fire at once, a cacophony of pleasure. My mind goes empty, devoid of thought. I feel myself squirting again. I'm coating this stranger and my martial bed. It's all I can do not to pass out.

The sound of my phone ringing comes into focus. Had it been ringing before? I can't remember. I reach for it but the man reaches for it first. He swipes to answer and speaks in a low voice. "Your wife is busy at the moment"." And then he tosses it to the side.

I don't know when I come back to my senses. The room slowly comes into focus. I feel the man behind me, grabbing my tits with one hand, cock pumping furiously. My body expanding and contracting to fit him inside of me. He's entering me fully with fast, hard strokes. I'm barely functioning but I know one thing: I can't take much more of this. It's my first time being fucked in the ass, and this guys cock is huge. I need him to come.

"Come for me baby. Come in my ass." My body feels worn, spent. He swings me around, cock still buried in my ass, so that he's sitting on the edge bed and I'm on top of him. In reverse cowgirl.

And then, on demand, he cums. He pulls himself into me deeper, further than I thought possible. I can't feel his load this time, he's too far in my ass. But from his groans and bucking it seems like it was just as big as the first. As he cums he backs off and then pulls himself deeper into me with a couple more long deep strokes. He holds there for a second and then mercifully I feel his cock slide completely out of my ass.

I collapse onto the bed, face down. He slaps my ass a couple of times and spreads my cheeks. I know he's filming again but I don't care in the moment. My mind is blank, reformatted by the orgasms. My ass is numb but I can feel the cum leaking out, dribbling down to mix with the cum still leaking out of my pussy.

The man stops filming and abruptly thanks me for the night as he begins to gather his things and starts getting dressed. Just like that it's over. He asks me if we can see each other again. I can only mutter a non-committal maybe. And then it's all I can do to haul myself to the shower, legs shaking. I let the hot water flow over me and I piss in the shower and try to squeeze as much of his cum out of me as I can.