Tams First Time With Another Man

This is a different type of story for me. Up until now, I have just been so excited about writing down things that my Hubby and I have done, but this has been a "life-changing" event. A while back, I did something that was VERY out of character for me, and it really bothered me...to the point I thought I was crazy. Please bear with me as I tell this tale. Remember, this is from a good church girl from Central Arkansas; right in the heart of the "Bible Belt". It really was hard to negotiate through, but I think I found my way. Oh...did I mention that I REALLY love my husband?

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Some people have asked about my looks. Okay, early forties have been good to me. I had a car accident when I was a teenager, consequently, we don't have kids and I have a marvelous figure now to show for it. My breasts are starting to fall just a little, but I don't think they look too bad. I am five feet, eight inches tall, weigh around 130 pounds, and my hair is still long and dark brownish black. I am 34C-26-34...not too bad for early forties! As far as physical looks, I have been told that Kelly Cass on the Weather Channel looks like my twin sister.

Hubby and I have had many interesting adventures together. Years ago, we had only been married a year or so, he started trying to get me to expose my body to guys. It started innocently enough; if you've read my story on flashing truckers you know how it all began. At first, I was angry because he wanted to show my body to other men. I just couldn't fathom how he could do this, if he really loved me. Being the good wife, however, I tried to make him happy and comply with his wishes. I must admit, the adrenalin rush got to be so invigorating! I can still remember the first time I actually stood in front of another guy topless. I nearly came without any physical stimulation!

One of the things that made this scenario what it was is the way I was raised. I grew up going to church every Sunday. Bible School during the summers, Revivals every so often... I graduated high school and then went to a VERY strict religious university. The gist of the story is that I was taught from an early age that good girls DON'T. Anything. Sex was something that was NEVER discussed as I was growing up, the only advice I got was that I would go to hell if I did it before marriage. Come to think about it, I think that I was taught that I could go to hell even AFTER marriage, if I had sex and I liked it!

So, those of you that have read my stories see how far I have come since being married to Hubby. Since we have been married, I have flashed thousands of truckers, modeled nude for pictures with three different photographers (one of their photos is hanging in our bedroom), had my nipples pierced, had my vayjay pierced, eaten in a crowded restaurant in a see-thru shirt (with no bra, of course!) and many other adventures. You can see that I have changed just a little.

I have gone from anger at my Hubby for exposing my body to strangers to enjoying something naughty with him. I have really enjoyed the transformation, even though I really didn't understand exactly what had "transformed". I know that I love my husband now more than ever, but I still do not understand his reason, his longing, to expose me to other men. Even though I enjoyed our "shows", I still felt a little weird about what I was doing. I love my husband, but I don't want to do anything that will ruin our marriage or our respect for each other.

After several years of marriage, things just kind of got "stale". The love and respect was still there, but we both had jobs that steadily required more time away from each other. When you've been married for a while, you just feel "comfortable". The love was still there, but the raging feeling of lust was now just a growing ember. We still had sex fairly often...just not monkey sex like we did early in our marriage. We just kind of got so that we were not doing anything to add spice to it all like years ago when he wanted me to exhibit. I really missed the passion and spontaneity that we had early on, but I just couldn't figure out how to get it back.

Early in our marriage, just like a lot of couples trying to figure things out, my husband asked me about doing another man. I really was upset about this, wondering how he could love me and still want other men to see me naked, much less make love to me. I really wasn't comfortable even thinking thoughts like that, and I put a quick end to that conversation. Recently though, when we were discussing what we could do to get the spark back in our lovemaking, he asked me again if I would be interested in having another man. I tried to explain my feelings, but he just didn't seem to understand that I just COULDN'T.

"Why are you so fixated on me doing another guy," I asked? "You're all that I want or need. Why would I even consider that"?

"Baby, I love you too. But sex is sex. If you want to fuck another guy, just do it. It will not change the way I love you, you are an awesome woman, and I am glad that you and I are married. But it might change things..." his voice trailed away.

I was furious! "What is this deal about you wanting me to do another guy? Does it turn you on thinking about that? Do you think about another man inside of me and get horny? WHY," I asked in despair?

He looked kind of crestfallen. "I don't know...," his voice was husky; "but I do know that idea turns me on. I don't know why, but it does! I get so horny thinking about you being NAKED in front of somebody else; you cannot begin to understand what happens to me when I think about you with another guy!"

"This conversation is closed. I am not about to jeopardize my position in the community, my job and my marriage just to get you excited. I don't want to hear it again!" Even though I had told him off, I was still interested to know that he found the thought of it so exciting. I didn't understand it; I still don't; but I did find it fascinating.

Fast forward a couple of months. My work was really starting to get hectic and I actually had to work some later nights with a weekend occasionally. I still missed the old spark in our love making, but for the last few weeks, our love making had slowed down due to the extra work. It really got me thinking about what we could do to get back to the fun times. I really missed the closeness that I shared with my husband, and I was considering anything that I thought could get results.

I am the Manager of Production Control at the plant that I work at. It is a fairly good sized manufacturing operation with several plants located nationwide, with our home office in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Part of the reason for the hectic work schedule was a total change in the software we had been using, which also mandated several protocol and book-keeping changes plant-wide. The guy that was responsible for bringing my department up to date was a fairly young guy named Chad, perhaps mid-thirties, that was really sharp. We spent several weeks together working on these changes and up-grades, and he ended up being a real pleasure to work with. The transition went as smoothly as it could, meaning it took a while longer to get it up and running than they figured. In the end, everything was working as advertised. Chad informed me that they would let the system run for a couple of weeks, then come back for some "tweaking".

While Chad was a nice enough guy, his boss, Kevin, was a complete ass. He was really arrogant, loud and obnoxious. One of those men who thought he was God's gift to women. Smooth talking and everything he said had deep sexual overtones. It was rumored plant wide he had girlfriends in every plant, a few even in our small location. I found this really too funny, because he was just SO full of himself! That and the fact that his youngest child was my age...

As promised, in two weeks we had another round of computer upgrades. Chad and his boss were in and out of the plant for about a week. They spent the last three days at our plant exclusively, tweaking reports and protocols. As they were to leave Sunday at noon, I took it upon myself to show them some Southern hospitality to repay them for their hard work and invited them out to our home for some good old Memphis Barbeque (my husband it SUCH a good cook!) and set it up for Saturday evening.

My husband spent all afternoon at the grill and I spent a good part of it cleaning and doing hostess stuff. After finishing around four, I went out on the back deck with a couple of beers and visited with Hubby while he was cooking. After consuming one beer, and starting another, he had me talked into enjoying the sunshine naked. For the next little bit, we proceeded to have a good afternoon while he gently stroked my pussy. We didn't really talk about anything sexual; we just had a good visit. It felt so good to just spend a little time together.

With company coming about seven, my Hubby got a call from work. They had some kind of fire alarm going off in the chemical room and he was needed at work. With a promise he would be back "soon" he hopped in the car and left, promising he would be back in plenty of time for our company.

After he left, I opened a bottle of wine and started getting ready for our company. The hot shower felt good after an afternoon of being naked on the back porch, and the wine was definitely relaxing me. Hubby had spent all afternoon getting me all worked up, but gave me no release. Between that and the wine, I started planning an evening that Hubby would enjoy. I dressed in a pair of jeans that fit me just right, a white nearly shear top, and a pair of high heels to make me feel taller. After another glass of wine, I decided I would not wear a bra. I could definitely see my nipples when I looked in the mirror, but I really wanted to drive Hubby wild with the show.

At seven, the doorbell rang. It was Chad and Kevin, but no Hubby in sight. They brought a bottle of wine and I put it into the ice to chill. We proceeded to drink the one bottle I had already opened earlier while we waited. Hubby finally called and said he would be here soon, just one more report to do before he left, but that we should eat without him. I think he missed the best part of the show!

During the evening, Kevin kept making more and more sexual innuendos, and making it a point to keep me on my toes. With the second bottle nearly gone, Kevin asked me point blank what that funny outline was on the front of my shirt. With a smile, I told him that was my nipples, and I thought he would recognize those by now. He informed me that he had NEVER seen nipple outlines like THAT...

"Oh, those are my nipple rings, I have my nipples pierced", I said. It is amazing how much two bottles of wine change your outlook on things.

"NO! You have pierced nipples? Let me see", he begged.

Two bottles of wine, and an unsatisfied libido, made me unbutton my shirt and show my piercings to these two fellow employees. Looking back, I can't help but cringe, but at the time, I remember thinking I wanted to show off. I felt the old familiar feeling I had been missing for a while, the one where my hands shake, my mouth is dry, and I get horny as hell!

Luckily, Hubby came home about that time, and the mood cooled down a little. We spent an interesting evening talking about "work" things. About nine, Chad got a call that he was needed at the plant for a programming issue, and he and Kevin got ready to leave. Hubby mentioned that he and Kevin were having a good time visiting, and he felt bad that he had missed so much of the evening. He offered to take Kevin back into town a little later if he would like to stay, which he did. I think he enjoyed the outline of my nipple rings in my shirt.

By around eleven, we had drank another bottle of wine, and Hubby felt uncomfortable about driving Kevin back into town, and wanted to call a cab for him. I looked at both of them and mentioned that Kevin could stay in the guest bedroom tonight, if he was so inclined, which he informed us he was willing to do. Hubby showed our guest to his room (just across the hall from ours) and we all got ready for bed.

As we lay in the darkness, I kept thinking about the afternoon and evening; about opening my shirt up and displaying my nipples to my co-workers. I kept getting hornier and hornier. After laying there in the darkness for about an hour, I nudged Hubby and told him of the situation. I could see his smile in the darkness. As he reached his hand over and started rubbing my nipple, I sat up in bed and turned on the small bedside lamp.

"Several months ago, did you really mean that you would like to see me with another man when we were talking about our problems", the wine in me asked.

"Baby, you know I love you and want you to be happy. I want you to love me and be happy. Like I said before, sex is sex. It is different from love. If you want to go fuck him, then go fuck him. I will love you and be here when you return", he said.

My pussy was getting so wet thinking about what I wanted to do. This is the first time I had even thought about another man. The one lying beside me now was the first and only one...I nearly backed out just thinking that thought. But the longer I thought about it, the worse it was. Sober, I really didn't like Kevin, he was such a dirty old man; but this was something I wanted to do. I remembered what Hubby had told me about how excited he got thinking about me with another man. I got out of bed and pulled my robe on.

"No, don't put a robe on," my husband said. "You can chicken out or pretend there was another reason for you to be up at this time if you are dressed. Go naked. Let him know exactly why you are there. If you are going to do it, do it with flair. You're probably going to chicken out anyway..."

Oh, my gosh...My hands were trembling as I took my robe off. My nipples were so hard they were literally hurting. I leaned over and kissed my husband and told him I would be back in a little while. I left our door open as I left our room; I wanted Hubby to hear what he had unleashed. I quietly made my way across the hall and stood in front of the guest bedroom for a couple of minutes, trying to still my racing heart. My legs felt like rubber and my hands were shaking. I was nearly hyperventilating thinking about what was about to happen. The thought occurred to me that Kevin might not want to be involved in this, but something told me he didn't care. I thought for a few minutes about how I was going to cause this to occur...a naked woman couldn't just barge into a sleeping man's room. I decided to try a ruse. I gently knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said. It was too late to back out now! I gently turned the handle and pushed the door open, standing naked in the door way.

"I knew you would be here in a little while", he said.

"How..." I started to ask.

"I could tell you were so hot all evening, you couldn't resist it. I knew you wanted me to fuck you", he stated confidently.

I have to admit, even with the wine, his arrogance pissed me off. Then, I remembered what Hubby had said a few minutes ago, he didn't think I could do this. I left this door open also...Hubby was going to be proven wrong tonight, and I wanted him to hear everything. Hubby was just across the hall, maybe fifteen feet from where I now was. I knew he could hear everything that was being said and the turn-on for me was awesome! If he thought he got horny when I was naked in front of another guy, he was going to get his money's worth tonight!

I made my way to the bed side and pulled back the covers to get in. He was already naked, and the sight of his cock made me even more determined. It was about the same length as Hubby's, but a little thicker. He had it hard for me already, and precum was just forming on the large, bulbous head. I leaned down and gently took that cock in my mouth. A stranger's cock. A person that I work with and will be seeing at meetings! I felt so trashy, but so horny at the same time.

I started sucking his cock for all I was worth. I ran my hand up and down his shaft while I gently ran my mouth the same way. Every once in a while, I would suck really hard right up to the end of his shaft, then pull his cock out of my mouth with a loud 'POP!' The sound of his grunts told me I was doing something right and the sight of his eyes half-closed watching me suck his man-hood made me hot!

His fingers played with my nipple rings while my fingers played with his balls. He started to fuck my mouth; his cock pumped up and down in my throat, rhythmically. I started to moan softly as his fingers pulled on my rings; at first gently, but as my moans increased, so did his pressure and it wasn't long until he was pulling pretty hard. The squishing sound his cock made going in and out of my mouth was very loud, and I knew Hubby could hear that and my moans. I couldn't help but think he was getting excited by all of this!

He turned me around and pulled me on top of him. He gently parted my legs and thrust his tongue deeply into my pussy. We lay there like this for what seemed an eternity, the sounds of my pussy squishing on his tongue and his cock making slurping noises in my mouth. This was the first person to ever eat my pussy besides my husband. God, what a whore I felt like, but I didn't care!

His tongue was doing a good job on my clit, and I am afraid that when I came, not only was it very loud and intense, but I was so afraid that I was going to bite his cock off, I clamped down so hard. Evidently, He didn't seem to mind, because just as I started to cum, so did he. His thighs came up around my head and held me in place while his cum shot into my mouth. I was not ready for it, and nearly choked on the stream pouring into my mouth. The slightly salty goo kept spurting down the back of my throat and I couldn't help but swallow and he kept cumming and cumming in my mouth. I was coughing and trying to breath; cum was everywhere, in my hair, on my cheeks and chin, and even on my tits.

He started licking my clit again, and I literally came again in just a few seconds. I had never had two orgasms that intense that close together. I was grunting like a wild animal, feeling wave after wave of pleasure course through my body. He was still pulling my nipple rings, and for a second I was afraid they would rip out of my body. The obscene way they pulled my nipples as he kept constant pressure was a very moving visual sight, and contributed greatly to the force of my orgasm.

He turned me around on top of him; he was still lying in the same position he was in when I came in, and pulled me into his lap. I could fell the head of his cock just pressing against my pussy, as he got me into position. The pressure was driving me crazy and I wanted to have that strange cock inside me, I wanted him so bad. My breathing was very ragged and extremely loud, my hands were shaking in anticipation of that cock entering my pussy. He just smiled at me a minute and then asked me what I wanted.

"Uh...I want you inside me!" I managed to whisper breathlessly.

"Then beg me to fuck you", he laughed.

"Please fuck me?" My voice was barely a whisper. He pulled my nipple rings really hard and I convulsed with the fire running through my nipples. There was nothing quiet about the way my breath came out of my body as my nipples felt they were being ripped off of my body.

"Louder"

"Please fuck me!" I screamed this out loud, I knew my husband just fifteen feet away in our bedroom heard this very clearly, and it made me cum just nearly thinking about it. His wife, the girl that gave her virginity to him, that took an oath to be faithful, was now begging another man to fuck her. Begging. The taste of his cum still in my mouth and on my breath and I was BEGGING another man to fuck me!

"If you want me to fuck you, put my cock in your pussy," he said.