My Very First Time 4

My first time started before I was married, I was virgin at 18 and I was babysitting for a family of a soldier that I knew from my Fathers unit. The Father of the children was a handsome man, in his early thirties, I had always found him attractive. I am not sure, but I suppose I was predisposed to flirting with him due to this school girl type of crush.

That night, after they came home, he offered me a ride home and I accepted, not thinking any thing could ever come from being alone with him in his car. He did not take me home, instead he drove to a secluded spot in the woods and stopped the car. I didn't know what to expect, I was scared, excited and aroused all at the same time. He took me in his arms and began to kiss me, I liked it, I was happy that he was doing this to me. He continued to kiss me for a time then he began to fondle my breast, putting his hand up my blouse and moving my bra from my tits.

He then began to touch and play with my nipples. All the while he was kissing me he had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. As he moved his hand down toward my pussy, He said "I want you," but I stopped him and told him no because I was on my period.

I guess he must have accepted the fact that he wasn't going to get any pussy. He then began to pull my head towards his cock.

I remember thinking, this is the first man cock I had seen and it seemed so big. I asked him "What do you want?" he told me "I want you to suck my cock," I told him I had never done that before and he said "Don't worry, I will tell you how to do it." He began by telling me to take the head of his cock in my mouth, so I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock between my lips, then he told me to suck while I moved my head up and down, like fucking his cock with my mouth. I guess I was doing it right as he began to moan and hump his cock into my mouth.

I sucked his cock for a time but had to stop as my mouth and jaw was getting tired. I could tell he was disappointed. So he began to play with his cock moving his hand up and down on it. Shortly he began to ejaculate and the sperm shot out on to my belly and chest. I remember thinking about how warm it was, what it looked like and that there was so much of it.

When he finished I wiped his sperm off my body and we left and he took me home. Nothing more was said. In retrospect, had I not been on my period, am sure I would have fucked him. So much for hind sight.

Time goes on, I met and married my Soldier husband, had a child and about six months later, it was early winter morning. I was home alone, my husband was at work. I was certainly not expecting anyone and I was dressed in just a long robe, I was naked underneath. I heard a knock on the door and I went to see who was there. I was surprised and maybe a little shocked all at the same time. But there he stood, We exchanged the usual small talk, but I became suspicious of his motives for coming to see me, so I asked him how he knew where I lived and he told me my parents told him.

Well it quickly turned into a bit of a mess, he placed his hands on my shoulders as he backed me up against the wall and began to kiss me on the lips. His hand quickly found their way under my robe, touching my tits and very quickly down to my pussy. The next thing I knew my robe came open. Funny I don't remember if he had or I had opened it, and exposed my naked body. He then, as he was holding and kissing me, walked me backwards into the living room. We ended up on the living room floor with him on top of me. He had somehow lowered his pants and now was naked from the waist down, his cock was rock hard and threatening.

I really didn't want to do it, but them a thought creeped into my mind. You see my husband and I had discussed how I was a virgin when we met and I had not experienced dating and sleeping with other men. He told me that if ever I felt the need to date other men, that it was alright with him. No need to elaborate what our discussions were I am sure you get the jest of my thoughts. You get the picture. So here I was, laying on the living room floor and this man was on top of me with his hard cock wanting to fuck my pussy.. I said to myself "Why not, my husband said I could," so I opened my legs and took his hard cock in hand and guided it into my wet pussy, yes it was wet, from the teasing, touching and the fear I had, but them again I am always wet.

He fucked me without saying a word, he just pumped his cock in me, in and out, in and out. In a short time, he began to breathe much harder and moan, his cock expanded inside my pussy and he began filling my hole with his hot sperm. It is hard to describe just how it felt to have another mans cock in my married pussy, but I remember It felt really good. I loved the feeling of his hard cock moving in and out of my pussy, and when he came, wow, what a feeling, I wasn't scared anymore.

I remember laying there with his sperm leaking out of my pussy, reaching down to feel my wet pussy, I was feeling so naughty. I thought "I did it." He got up and put himself back together and left. Unfortunately I never saw him again. Afterward I was very happy I had fucked him, I loved the feeling of may pussy being opened up by another man, and I loved the feeling of his sperm leaking out of my hole. At the same time I was little scared thinking about, "What would my Husband say?" I needn't have worried about what my Husband would feel. A few weeks later we were having a party with some close friends, I had a few drinks and told a friend of mine I had done something and I was afraid my husband would get mad at me, I asked my friend intervene. We were laying on the some big throw pillows at the time on the floor, not far from the spot where I had fucked him.

She told my Husband that I had something very important to tell him, and made him promise he would not be mad at me. She got up and left us alone to talk. It was the hardest thing I had done up to this point in our marriage. He finally asked me what I had done that was so bad.

I started by asking him not to get mad and he promised not to. I was so afraid, my stomach had butterflies going a gazillion miles and hour, but some how I got it out. I told him that I had done what he wanted and fucked another man. He looked at me and asked "You really did it?" He had a really strange look on his face, it wasn't a look of anger, maybe a look of surprise and lust all at he same time.

I told him "Yes." He started to ask all kinds of questions, but I told him to wait until after the party. I then asked him if he was mad at me and he said "No." He then reminded me that he had said it was OK for me to date other men, and that if I wanted to fuck them, then I should do it. He also said " I have no right to be mad, I told you to do it if you wanted to and I won't go back on my word."

Although He did say he was a little upset I had not told him that day so he could enjoy my just fucked pussy.

I remember wondering after my revelation that he must not love me if he is OK with me fucking other men. But I later found he really did love me, in fact after I started fucking other men, I think he loved me more. I remember him later saying many times that old saying from Mae West, "When you're good you're good, but when you're bad you're better."

By the way, after the party, I told him all about it and he fucked the shit out of me!

That part of his desires is another story, about my dating days.