Shy Wife's First Mfm

My lovely Ruth is sitting on the sofa wearing only a short top and a small skirt. The legs are slightly spread apart. I can make out a white panty under the hem of the skirt. The nipples strain against the thin fabric. She takes some deep breaths. Nervous. The full, soft breasts dove faintly in time with the breath. I asked her to drop her bra after the shower. She is full of anticipation. Excited, a little shy, but a bit horny already, I'm guessing.

After setting up and starting the GoPro, I walk over and tie the scarf over her eyes. She has tried a few different ones and found one that is both comfortable to wear and completely opaque. Then we wait eagerly for the doorbell to sound. We have invited John to an exciting experience.

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We are a couple in our twenties who have been together for several years already. My name is Carl and Ruth is my girlfriend. Our sex life is delicious and varied, and we occasionally share fantasies with each other. It turns us on and makes us extra horny. The sex becomes juicier and fiercer that way. But for a long time, the fantasies were limited to things we could only do with each other, just the two of us.

We are completely ordinary people. Decent appearance. Maybe a few pounds more than we'd like, but not many. But who hasn't those extra pounds these days? Still childless, but hopefully not forever. Good jobs and a good life in every way. We have some sexual experiences with others before we met. But not terribly much. Maybe I some more than Ruth. She was a bit shy and reticent to express herself in that area before we became a couple. Most of the times it was just kissing and cuddling with those she fell for. Although, she was no virgin. With me she is hot and hungry. Loves cuddling and lots of sex.

Like so many other men, I have fantasized about Ruth having sex with someone other than me. Not in a way that humiliates me. Not at all. But in a way that gives her heavenly pleasure and satisfaction.

Preferably the other man and I caresses and satisfies her together. Or I watch while he massages, caresses, kisses, teases and stirs her up. Brings her to orgasm with his tongue, penetrates her. She rides him and moans with pleasure. Kissing him deep and wet. Whimpers wildly as the orgasms rip through her body. I love to see her enjoying herself. But so far it had only been with me. I don't feel the slightest hint of jealousy either from such fantasies or when she occasionally mentions something from her past experiences.

I had often wondered in my quiet mind why I experienced such a total lack of jealousy in relation to such fantasies. The fact that only warm, good feelings welled up in me at the thought that Ruth experienced something good in her life. This was by no means limited to the erotic and sexual. No, it applied in all areas of life. But the fact that it was also like this when she was successful at work, for example, and received positive feedback there, is not so surprising. But I thought it was strange that it was the same in areas where others talk about jealousy and bad feelings.

Eventually I came across something called "compersion". A relatively new term that accurately described what I experienced. A happiness and compassion that occurs when a person experiences joy in their lover's joy, happiness and pleasure together with other people, not just oneself. And doing so completely regardless of which area of life it is connected to. Even in the sexual area, this emotional phenomenon can occur and give intense feelings of joy and sexual co-arousal. Erotic arousal from the partner being aroused. Even when another person is the source of the partner's pleasure at the moment.

It took some time before I dared mention such fantasies to her. Although eventually I had a scientific name for this experience. I was afraid she would think I was a pervert or something. When I finally plucked up the courage, she was silent for a long time before asking if I really meant it. Wouldn't I be terribly jealous? Won't you be afraid that I will like it so much that I will leave you and rather be with this other fellow? That feelings will arise between him and me. That it destroys something between us.

"No, I'm pretty sure that won't happen. It's you and me. Our love is so much deeper than just sex can ever be. I don't think something like this would threaten the relationship, even if we were serious about it. Emotions are not dangerous in themselves. Perhaps necessary to a certain extent to really enjoy sex and lovemaking. But it's a long step from there to the deepest love. After all, we both had someone else before we met. And it was often just for fun, nothing more than a crush at most. And we can try to proceed carefully and stop at any time if one of us notices any problematic feelings."

Then I told her what I had found out about compersion. Eventually she understood how I felt and that these were genuine feelings and wishes.

She thought about it a bit and asked me to talk more about my fantasies. Tell her what another man could do to her. Run a little role-playing game where I was the other, while I, the boyfriend, sat next to her and watched her and this other man. Or maybe even participated. This quickly became our favorite game. Not always when we had sex, but occasionally. At first, she just closed her eyes to be able to surrender herself to this "stranger" more easily. But eventually it became a regular routine that I tied a scarf over her eyes. That way she could more easily focus on her own pleasure that this fantasy man gave her. And maybe don't confuse this imaginary man with me... For maximum focus only on her own pleasure. If I came home one day and she had this scarf dangling around her neck, I knew what I could look forward to that night.

After some time with this game of ours, I suggested that maybe we should try it out in real life. Surprisingly quickly it came from Ruth: "Yes, we can if you still think you can handle it. But then I will still wear the scarf. At least in the beginning. And we must find someone who can't be a future boyfriend candidate. Not because I think I might be tempted, but so that you will be 100% confident in me. You may find someone. The most important thing is that it's someone you can trust in every possible way. And he must be someone you understand that I will like too. Even if this is just for our mutual sexual enjoyment and I'm wearing my scarf. This little game of ours has brought up something new and exciting. The feeling that I am desired by "another man", not "only you". It has intensified and increased the desire and urge for sex. But you MUST be close. You, my love, must be there with me."

I was a little blown away by her quick and clear response. This was probably something that had matured in her over time. She had only been waiting for me to make the proposal. Fantastic! I was bubbling and boiling inside with anticipation. The sex that night was our hottest in years.

To make a long story short, I tried to do some research online. How do one find a safe man who does not threaten the relationship in any way? Then I posted a couple of ads and was inundated with responses. But those I thought would be suitable for us, was few and far between. There were no shortage of self-proclaimed extreme super lovers, macho men, alpha males and monster penises. And a lot of intimate pictures that only brought out disgust. When even I felt that way, I had no doubt what Ruth would think of them.

Eventually I managed to get through the pile and found one that seemed OK. He was quite a bit older than us. Seemed like a reasonable and thoughtful man. Lived in an open relationship, without being hyperactive on that front. His partner was even less active. He had tested himself for illnesses after the previous adventures, which was quite a while back in time. He also had some experience with threesomes with two men and one woman. Sometimes with his own partner, other times where he was the extra man. He was relatively slim and in good shape. No hanging belly or butt. Of course, some photos were exchanged eventually. Below the waist, he was well equipped, somewhat above average, especially in terms of thickness. But not an abnormal size, fortunately. I told him that Ruth wanted to wear a blindfold and why. Also, that we wanted to have a GoPro camera running to be able to have some fun afterwards. At least I did. Ruth wasn't too sure if she needed any recording but was all for it anyway. He seemed a little concerned about this, but suggested he could wear a face mask if that was okay with us. Of course it was.

I met him IRL before he was invited to meet us. The chemistry between him and me was good. I was sure that this was the right man for us. This guy met our requirements, both mine and Ruth's. She would like him too. I then described these role plays of ours in further detail and suggested that we could start like that. I could be the voice that described, suggested and told what would happen, just like I used to. He could try to follow my story and at the same time be aware of what Ruth herself initiated and follow up on that. Stop and pause words were agreed upon in case one of the three of us didn't want to go any further. Either with the whole thing, or just what was going on then and there.

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Back to the day of our first meeting. John arrived exactly as agreed. I opened the door, and he put on a thin black hood over his entire head with openings only for the eyes and mouth. A bit scary if you had bumped into a guy like this in a dark alley. He introduced himself to Ruth and asked if he could sit next to her. She just patted the couch to her left and said, "come on". I sat on the other side and put my arm around her, hugged her close and gave her a warm kiss.

Ruth groped for him a little gingerly, her hand finding his thigh, shyly stroking it up and down. It seemed she wasn't quite ready for any intimate exploration yet. Was still nervous and maybe a little tense, I noticed. Now it was up to me to defuse the situation, making it harmless and more like one of our role-playing games as we had planned. I took on the "narrator's voice" and said:

"John is sitting next to you. He admires your beautiful female curves. Looking at your tits that clearly have no bra on under that top. Now he reaches for your shoulder. Caressing it, letting his hand slide against your neck, cheek. Careful. Tender. The hand moves down but avoids the breasts and the delicious nipples that he can see clearly through the fabric. He'll probably kiss them soon. But not yet. He finds your bare stomach below your top. Adores the bare skin. I see his eyes lighten up. He enjoys what he sees. He loves touching your soft, delightful skin. He looks at your knees. Probably wants to feel them too. If you want." Ruth nods slightly. She will. Her breath shows that she is enjoying herself. She smiles blissfully. It continues like this for a long time with gentle caressing of bare skin. But not under the skimpy clothes she's wearing. I start caressing her too. He imitates my movements on "his" side of her. Ruth relaxes. Time to move on.

The narrator continues: "He leans towards you and gently kisses your cheek, ear, down towards your neck. You feel his lips and just barely his tongue playing with your bare skin. His warm breath. A hand on your knee now, softly stroking, slightly upwards. But stops again before the skirt edge. You still have your legs together a little, as you should. You might be a little horny by now. If you want, you can spread your thighs a little and let him stroke upwards on the inside. Yes, I see you want him to do just that. He strokes gently. Not too high up. He is just teasing you. Maybe you want more? Then you can show him what you long for by using your own hand on his thigh, on his pants. Show him what you want him to do to you."

And her hand comes to life. Strokes up and towards his inner thighs. Feels the bulge in the crotch. Squeezes. She smiles happily and warmly. If I could see her eyes, I'm sure they would sparkle with arousal, lust and desire. She runs her hand up his stomach. Up against the chest. He matches her movements as best he can. She trembles when he touches her panties. I see there is a wet spot there. He continues slowly up her bare stomach. Caressing one of her breasts, but still not under her clothes. Careful. Says she's lovely... Ruth moans weakly. She turns her face towards him. Searching for his mouth. Finding his lips which are partially hidden behind the mask. Gives him a short kiss. Laughing. He folds the mask up to under his nose. The mouth is free. He takes her hand and shows what he has done. She nods and finds his lips once again, but with her mouth closed.

Ruth loves to kiss. She has often said that a wet kiss can make her horny in an instant. If she wasn't horny already, it's clear that she is now. She gets increasingly hot and fierce as she touches him. Anticipating and longing for what awaits her. Her lips brushing lightly over his. I'm not the least bit jealous, I notice. Let it happen. The narration continues: "You open your lips slightly. Allows the tip of your tongue to moisten your own lips. Again, searching for his. You notice that his lip's part a little too. You search inward. Is there a tongue there? Yes, you can feel it. It is a bit shy and cautious. Can you coax it forward? Will it dance?" It turns out, clear and obvious, that she could. She becomes fierce, puts her right arm around his shoulder. Pressing against him. I imagine how their tongues play with each other and how lust and raw desire grows in her. Ruth's left hand is under his shirt. Strokes up his back and down again. The other tries to crawl under his waistband. He fumbles for buttons and zippers to make room for her. The position looks a little uncomfortable.

The narrator comes to their rescue: "He gets up from the couch while she clings to him without breaking the kiss. Finally, she comes to her senses and pushes his pants down. He helps. She gets her hand under his boxers. Grabs his bum with the other. It is firm and nice." Over her shoulder I can see her hand gripping his butt. There is not much that gives way there. Hardly any fat. Her hand slides down to his thigh. It seems even harder, just muscles. But surely soft skin, nonetheless.

I confirm what I see she has already discovered all on her own. I continue: "This is a runner's body, that's clear. The hand in front is still groping for something. Can she find his boner? Yes, it wasn't difficult at all. It is probably stiff and hard and longing for her." She grabs it, caresses it and squeezes her hand around it.

"Now the clothes must come off. He pulls your top up and off. Then his own clothes. You let your skirt fall. Now you are standing in just the panties. He admires your body. Hands explore your breasts, stomach, bottom, hips and thighs. He squats in front of you. Grasps one of your thighs with both hands. Strokes slowly upwards. Brings his head towards your crotch. Sniffing in your delicious scents wafting towards him through your panties. It is wet with carnal juices. You can feel it and he can see it. He smiles. Probably loves what he sees. His nose massages against your most sensitive parts. Is it good? You can safely let him hear if it is."

Ruth has already started making her sounds of pleasure a long time ago, but more cautiously than I know is natural for her. She is probably holding back. I want to reassure her that it is allowed to show that she is having a good time. That she doesn't have to hold back and that I enjoy her pleasure as if it were my own. She immediately becomes more like I know her. That's great to hear.

"Then he slowly stands up as he kisses your delicious, warm body on the way. You can feel his hands on your bum. They sneak in under the panty. Maybe you want it off? Then you just say 'yes'." And she does. " Slowly, slowly, without haste, he pulls your panties down and gets down on his knees once more. At the same time, he kisses your delicious, sensitive belly. Do you feel the waves of desire wash through your body?"

Without being fully aware, I have stripped off most of my clothes myself. The rod is stiff, and the blood is pumping. It twitches with passion. The boxer shorts must come off. Immediately. There is a large, wet spot on the front of the boxer. The tip of my boner is glistening wet with precum. I grab the shaft, pull it slowly, slowly.

I stand behind her, John in front, they kiss now. I whisper in her ear: "I love you!" Kissing her neck, lightly blowing on the wetness, just the way she likes it. She gets goosebumps and shivers in delight. She loves this. She slips a hand between us. Lusciously grasps my stake. Squeezes it, pulls a little. The sounds of their kiss are loud and clear... and arousing. She purrs almost like a cat. I see over her shoulder that her other hand is holding John just as she is holding me. Then she guides his tip to her crotch. Massages herself with it. I whisper, "Do you want him?" She nods. A horse "Yes.." I lift one of her thighs. Brings the other hand between the thighs and forward. Her horny juices have trickled out of her delicious, warm and soft groove that I knew so well. Her soft furrow wet and slick now. I find her hand and what she holds in a firm grip. He is completely drenched in her love juices. I take over. Leading him towards the promised gate of joy. She embraces him with both arms now that she has let go of our two manhood's, which are hers today. He slowly slides in a little, almost out, all the way in. Ruth trembles. Moans. "My lord, so good!" Was it she or I who spoke?

He takes over her thigh and I can kiss her neck and caress her ass that vibrate with each thrust. I slowly bend down and kiss her back. The butt. Bending and twisting a little so I can see his member rhythmically thrusting into her. It sizzles. Her moans are so lovely to hear. It swells inside me. My manhood is quivering and throbbing. I want to feel the rhythm and vibrations of the thrusts as he drives his cock into her. She meets him enthusiastically with her hips. I stand up and squeeze my cock against her. Noticing how their rhythm propagates through her and stimulates my stiff member pressed against her. Becomes part of their rhythm. Enjoying this for a long, long time...

Eventually I ask if she is ready to let me show her how much I love her. "But there is no rush. We have the whole evening to enjoy ourselves", I say. But soon she puts one hand in between her legs and says "Come". I take the hint and push my throbbing stake down and forward. John slips out and Ruth leads me into her dripping wet and warm cave. Then she embraces John again and pulls him firmly against her needy body. Kissing him passionately. He rubs against her. Probably feels the shockwaves from me as I felt his a little while ago.

After a while I try to get one hand in between them. I want to massage her clit. It is completely wet and hot at the bottom of the stomach and towards the crotch. His manhood brushes my hand. I'm clearly heterosexual, but this is perfectly fine. Can't feel anything negative about a touch of something that has given my loved one so much deliciousness. It's alright. I find the target I was searching for. Ruth normally comes easily, even without stimulation other than PIV. Often many times during a lovemaking session. This evening will be one of those.

But today she will be kept on the edge for a long, long time before she is allowed to have her first orgasm. I feel she is almost there. And let both my fingers and my throbbing stake rest a little. She wails a bit and wants so badly for me to continue so she can reach the goal. But I want to keep her near the top for a while longer. After a few rounds of this, I pull out and signal John to take over. I feel John's boner next to my hand. Grabs hold of him and leads him down and inside. A strong tremor runs through her. Not an orgasm, but gratitude for being able to continue this deliciousness.