The First Time

A few days ago I was doing the cleaning at home with my wife when an old photo emerged from a drawer. It was her in a bikini with a guy no more in touch with us. I winked at her and she told me, "stupid", with a smile. This photo, more or less, goes back to fifteen years ago when a hurricane passed near where we lived. We didn't get heavy damage, but a lot of trees were blown down, meaning we were without power for several days. This was about two years after we started exploring wife sharing, our baby steps were getting bigger as we were finding out what our limits were. She had one guy inside of her, but he went soft, so far that was the only disappointment

I was away working on hurricane prep procedures for the company where I worked, there was no way for me to get home, our kids were both away at college. My wife was less than thrilled to be staying by herself during a hurricane, I recommended she go stay with friends, she said she would let me know where she went.

My wife saw we had things like patio furniture, grills and other outdoor stuff that needed to be moved inside or secured or they might blow into a window. She was outside doing that when our neighbor, a single guy, saw her struggling and came over to help. She thanked him and explained why I wasn't there to do it. He told her if she was worried she could ride it out at his house, he had a small generator to keep the fridge running, a few lights and fans. She thanked him, but wanted to keep an eye on the house in case of leaks.

The winds were starting to pick up where I was, at a marine terminal, naturally right on the water, so I called her to make sure she was OK, it was likely the lines would be knocked out soon. She told me about getting help from Fred, the neighbor, moving furniture, I told her there was nothing she could really do if the house got damaged, so she ought to go ride it out with him, I teased her, telling her that's almost the same as riding it out on him. I should say Fred is about 10 or 15 years older, we were early 40's at the time. He's a quiet guy, medium build, divorced, an accountant to our local bank.

The winds were supposed to get strong about dusk, my wife said they were only just getting started when the lights went out, came on for a minute, then went out for the duration, which ended up being three days. She decided to take Fred up on his offer before it got worse, she grabbed a flashlight and knocked on his door, he got her inside but not before she got rained on.

Fred already had his generator running, so he had a couple of lights on, a floor fan going and a small TV so they could keep up with the news. He offered her a dry shirt and a towel for her short hair, she thanked him and he gave her one of his shirts, she went in the bathroom to change and dry her hair. She said her bra got wet so she took that off too, the shirt he gave her was a white knit.

She came out and he offered her something to drink, she noticed he had a glass of wine poured, she said that she'd have the same. They watched the weather on the TV, the storm was just getting started, so it was going to be a long night. Bad weather spooks my wife, so if I'm with her, I give her an infusion with calming effects and she usually sleeps through it.

One thing you can count on in the many hurricanes I have ridden out, it gets very hot and humid, the pressure is low from the storm, so it is a miserable environment, even with a fan. She said she noticed when she looked in the bathroom mirror that her white shirt was getting transparent from the lamp light. Her areolas were clearly visible by the light fabric of the shirt and her nipples stood like pencil erasers. She said the idea of the danger outside, being alone with a guy she barely knew, the low lights, the wine, was giving her horny thoughts.

Fred mentioned the heat, lamenting that he had not bought a window A/C that his generator could run, he excused himself, went in the back, he came out he had changed into a sleeveless basketball shirt and shorts to be cooler. By now my wife's shirt was almost soaked and her nipples were easy to see. Hot view as she has large breasts with very broad and dark areolas

Wine has a way with my wife and it doesn't take much, she told Fred, "I hope you don't mind, but you've been boobs before", and she took off her shirt. Fred looked at her topless, and said "hell no I don't mind".

She stood right in front of the fan, cooling off even making her nipples erect, he had taken his shirt off also, my wife said the bulge in his shorts was pretty obvious. They heard the wind pick up outside and the TV was saying there were some tornados spawned by the hurricane.

She told Fred, "well if a tornado gets us might as well have fun in the meantime". She knelt down in front of his chair and helped him pull his shorts down. He was half erect, so she slid her mouth over his cock, she has always loved to feel my cock growing in her mouth. He started pinching her nipples, which drives her crazy, she could feel his cock growing and pulsing in her mouth.

She could taste his salty pre-cum, she cradled his balls while flicking her tongue on his cock head. He was moaning and writhing, then grabbing her head and holding her, she reached up and touched his anus, that is when he exploded in her mouth. She said he must have not cum in a long time, because his load was more than she could swallow and it dribbled down her lips.

When he was recouvering she got a tissue and cleaned them up. She told him that she would love to have him make her cum, but not ready to have sex. He said he didn't think he could anyway, he was done for a while. She told him she would be more comfortable laying down if that was alright, so they moved to the bedroom. The only light in there were a couple of flickering candles. Perfect.

She laid down, propped her head up on pillows. Fred crawled into bed, kneeling over her and peeling her panties off. I imagine her sweet eatable peach under his eyes. Fred told her it had been a long time since he had played with a hot, wet pussy. He held her legs up, she said she loved the way she submitted to him to do whatever he wanted to her. Then holding her knees and spreading them he put his tongue on her clit, she said it was like an electric shock. If he had not been holding her knees she would have squeezed them around his head. Then he lightly used his tongue up and down her slit, driving her crazy. She squeezed her nipples which always made her pussy spasm, he kept moving his tongue on her clit until the first of many orgasms hit her.

She had to push his head away as she was too sensitive, she reached for his cock and in spite of what he said, he was hard again. That was too much, she told him, "I'm on the pill, I have to have your cock in me".

He didn't hesitate, she could feel the head push against her tight lips and penetrate her, she said it was just one wave of orgasm after another, he was pushing in slowly now, taking his time as if his cock was tasting her vagina. Then he said something she won't forget, "do you want it all?"

She couldn't believe it, she asked, "you have more?".

Then he slid even further into her, she could feel him stretching and filling her up, she moaned and he started pumping even more cum into her, she could feel the warmth spreading all over her. They laid still, he was still inside of her, throbbing.

Slowly he withdrew. He said he would get some tissues, she said it might take a towel. They laid there, the wind still howling, but slowly receding. They took a candlelight shower together. Then changed the sheets and lay down again, the sex and wine lulling them to sleep.

I called home, but no one answered, I wondered if she had gone over to Fred's after all, that idea sounded hot. I didn't get to go home for a few hours, when I got there I found a naked wife in bed with a hell of a story to tell. This was her first time with Fred but not the last and I became a true, happy, cuckold.