Wifey's out there, please post your 1st time stories. Thank you!

[iCute]

To all Wifey's out there, please post unforgettable 1st time experiences the moment you were shared by other BBC/BWC.
Short stories are advisable.
Physical and Emotional moments you cannot forget.
Thank you so much.

#respectpost

 

[serenesaggi]

i m cuck too n v had lovely time with a boy selected by me on last weekend, we both enjoyed to the maximum as she was penetrated deep n moaned resulting in 3 orgasms

 

[sweethotwife]

I could feel his eyes on me the second I stepped out of my car.

I had dressed to be looked at today, wearing one of my husband’s favorite dresses and a pair of sexy heels. Mr. B. knew when I was getting ready tonight that my curiosity was aroused, and the kiss he’d given me as I’d left had assured me that he was just as aroused as I was. I could feel my pulse kick up at the thought of the passion I’d find when I came home. But for now, I was looking for someone other than Mr. B.

I planned to go to a hotel bar across town – one of our favorite spots for me to meet men. I drove with the windows open, savoring the warm evening breeze caressing my freshly-washed skin. My hair tickled my neck, sending little shivers down my spine. The music on the radio was just right, setting a relaxed, easy mood that made me feel languid and hot.

I pulled over at a gas station to fill up, pulling in next to a black SUV with rental plates. I got out of the car, smoothing my dress down as it flared up in a gentle gust of wind, the silky fabric playing around my upper thighs. That’s when I felt his gaze on me.

I looked over, locking eyes with a hard-bodied, tall man about my age. The lust in his eyes sent tendrils of warmth curling through my limbs.

I broke eye contact, going through the motions of filling up my car, but I was aware in every inch of my body that he was still looking at me. Testing, I looked over my shoulder, finding his eyes again. I smiled just a little and looked away.

That pulled him to me like a magnet. He stepped closer, and asked, “Are all the women around here as beautiful as you?” His deep voice rumbled out of his chest, and it took me a minute to process what he had said.

“I’m sorry?”

“No,” he said, “I’m sorry.” I gave him a quizzical look, and he grinned. “I’m only in town for one night, staying at that fancy hotel over there.” He indicated the direction with a vague gesture over his shoulder. “I wasn’t really looking to have any fun on this trip, but seeing you has put some… decidedly fun ideas in my mind.”

The way he said ‘fun’ made my toes curl a little, and I rocked backwards on my heels. He went on, “You’re gorgeous. But I can clearly see you’re also married. So… I was hoping you might be able to tell me that there are other women around here that look like you do, and who might want to have a good time.”

I looked down at my wedding ring, touching the stone absently with my other hand, liking the feel of it under my fingers. I slowly raised my eyes up to meet his. I could feel a blush forming on my skin, spreading across my face in a heated rush. I licked my lips, slowly, looking right at him. “Well. I’m definitely married, but if you’re interested, I’d love to tell you about the special arrangement my husband and I have.”

The words hung in the air between us, as he worked on figuring out what I meant. Then he suddenly closed the distance between us, his body so near mine I could feel him radiating heat. “I’m interested,” he said.

He was so close that I thought about taking a step back. My body had it’s own ideas, though, and I swayed towards him instead. I could feel my heart pounding. We locked eyes again. “Me too,” I said softly.

I followed him to his hotel. He was already at my car door by the time I parked, and he reached out his hand to help me out. He didn’t let go of my hand as we walked across the lot. Once inside the lobby, he hesitated slightly, looking towards the restaurant to the left. “Do you… want a drink first?” he asked.

A drink sounded nice. Slow. Steady. Time to explain. Time to get to know him a little. To see if we clicked, beyond this initial wild attraction.

I shook my head. “No.”

He let out his breath in what sounded like urgent relief. “Thank god,” he said, pulling me across the lobby now, towards the elevator. The doors closed behind us, and he turned and closed the distance between us in one step, pushing me against the wall and kissing me, his mouth hard and fast and perfect.

My knees felt weak. I was grateful for the wall behind me, holding me up. His strong thigh pushed between mine, grazing me intimately. His hands found their way to my hair, my back, my waist. He stroked my hip, his hand rubbing soothing little circles while his mouth continued to ravage mine. A tiny moan escaped from the back of my throat. He kissed me again, and then stepped back. He pushed the button for his floor, then leaned back against the opposite wall of the elevator.

He looked calm and confident, this man who only seconds before had been kissing me almost desperately, molding my body to his. I tilted my head to the side, wondering what he was doing, why he wasn’t kissing me. As if reading my mind, he said, “I’m looking at you. I just need to look at you right now.”

My blush returned, and my insides felt set ablaze. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. He guided me over to his room. He fumbled briefly with the key, the only hint that he felt as dazed and drunk as I did. I stood in the center of the room as strode purposefully around the room, turning on some lamps and settling us in.

He circled back to me, and stroked his hand along my neck, smiling a little when he saw how it made me shiver. His hand moved lower, across my chest, lower, finding the tender spot where the fabric of my dress made a V between my breasts. He hooked a finger under the cloth and trailed it along my skin, achingly slowly. The tiny caresses were driving me mad. He followed his fingers with his mouth, kissing along the soft curves where my breasts peaked out of the neckline of my dress. He pulled the dress lower, exposing the lace of my bra.

I felt delicious.

His slow deliberate pace sent my blood thrumming through my veins in waves. He slid my dress down my shoulders, exposing more of me to his view. He tilted his head back and I could hear him breathing as he stared at me. I let him look for moment, and then my hands were on his head, urging him back towards my skin. He laughed and went back to kissing me, working his mouth up my throat and to the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. “Mmmm, you’re hungry, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I said. It came out low and throaty, like liquid honey, surprising me with how sensual this one word could sound. He seemed surprised too, and his kisses went back to rough and urgent. He found my mouth and kissed me fiercely, his hands cupping my face. He walked us backwards to the bed, and settled his body on top of mine.

His body was hard and heavily aroused. I could feel his erection pressing into me, and the stark proof of his desire sent a rush of pleasure through me. My legs fell open around him, my dress pooling around my waist. He settled his body against mine. The friction of his jeans rubbed against the cotton of my panties. I thought I might come right then.

He moved his head back so he could see me and his eyes were gleaming. “Oh, you like that,” he said teasingly. He moved against me again, rubbing, grinding, feeling my body respond to his. I felt wild beneath him, erotic, out of control. He continued to press as my frantic hands searched for some way to get his shirt off his body, so that I could feel his bare skin.

I thought he might tease me more by taking our clothes off slowly, and was wondering if I’d be able to stand it. But in seconds most of our clothes were off, him naked and me in only my panties. I had a moment to take in the light sprinkling of hair across his broad chest before he was back between my legs, in the exact position we’d been in before. His hard cock pressed against my panties again, and I could feel how soaking wet they were. He could too. His eyes closed and he seemed to be remembering how to breathe.

This time he let me kiss him, and I teased and nibbled and tasted and played. I found his tongue and drew it into my mouth, sucking it like I would his cock. His body pressed harder into mine, rocking rhythmically. I kissed his neck, his Adam’s apple, feeling the sting of his stubble on the sensitive skin of my cheeks. He kissed my breasts, pressing the hard buds of my nipples between his lips. I fucking wanted this man.

“I need you inside me,” I managed to say between moans. “Now.”

He pulled away, hooking his thumbs beneath my panties and sliding them down my legs. He slid his hands back along my calves and thighs, slowly inching closer to my wet, aching center. He slid his fingers through my triangle of curls, pressing lightly. His fingers found moisture and he spread the sweet nectar, gliding along my most intimate flesh. I was so ready for him, and yet I still gasped with pleasure and shock when his fingers entered my channel. His fingers found their rhythm, as his thumb drew wide circles around my clit. I felt open beneath him, fully exposed, my body squirming and writhing, trying to reach for something just out of my grasp. His thumb circled tighter, faster, and his fingers pushed harder. I fell apart around his hand, my orgasm ripping through me like an avalanche.

I didn’t have time to come down before he was on me, in me, his cock pressing into my opening and then slamming inside me. My tender flesh was so swollen and sensitive around him that I could feel everything with an intensity that went beyond pleasure. He began thrusting harder. Faster. My inner muscles gripped him, pulling him further in. He felt huge inside me. My legs wrapped around him, drawing him closer. I felt his muscles clench, that moment right before a man comes inside you, a feeling like winning everything. And then his cum was gushing into me, filling me with his hot, liquid ropes of desire.

 

[sweethotwife]

...He collapsed on top of me, and I reveled in the feel of his hard muscles and sweat-soaked skin, his cock still inside me. I could feel little indentations on his back from where my nails had dug into him as we’d fucked. We laid like that, soaked in bliss, for a few moments, or maybe forever. He kissed me again, and though the kiss was lazy, his voice was not. It was rough and steely as he whispered into my ear, “I want to do that again.”

 

[sweethotwife]

It was date night, so after dinner, my husband and I had gone to a show. The play was smart and sexy, and on our walk back to the car, I told Mr. B that our night so far had put me in an especially good mood. He tugged me closer to him and kissed me, a little more roughly than usual. “How good a mood?” he asked, his voice coming out in a bit of a growl.

“Very,” I said.

He likes it when the tension builds, so I didn’t say anything else for a while longer. We walked in silence, the air between us crackling electrically. I could tell he was nearly bursting out of his skin, waiting to see what I would to suggest. I thought about my options, and made up my mind. “Let’s stop at that bar on Front Street for a drink,” I offered. He did not hesitate f

Mr. B and I found a booth and made our way over to it with our drinks. I sat with my back tucked against his chest, sipping my drink and surveying the scene. I could feel my husband kissing my neck as looked over the other men in the establishment. I saw a few who piqued my interest… a tall guy at the bar, two guys sitting at a table, a square-jawed man looking at his phone. I looked them all up and down while my husband’s hand drifted under the skirt of my dress and along the bare skin of my thigh. My temperature went up a few degrees as I thought about what each man would be like in bed, whether he would be aggressive, or generous, or inventive.

My husband’s fingers teased and tempted.

Then I saw him. The man I wanted. He was in a back room with some pool tables, almost out of my line of sight, playing a casual game with a few other guys. He had the broad, athletic build of someone who spends his days outdoors, but there was something quiet about him that I liked. His friends were loud and enthusiastic, laughing like they’d had one too many, while he looked calm and in control even when he smiled. The way that the other men paid subtle deference to him turned me on. The man looked at me, just for a second, and I felt like I was in heat. Molten lava ran through my veins. I opened my legs a little further, letting my husband feel what my desire for this man did to my body.

Mr. B understood instantly. He kissed me one more time, then leaned back, settling himself into the booth at an angle so that he would be able to see everything that happened in the other room.

I could feel more than just my husband’s eyes on me as I walked across the room. I felt wicked and wanton, but also surprisingly shy. This tension always accompanies my sexual expression…. There’s a little voice that whispers that before I can completely let down my guard and abandon myself to my lust, I have to be sure the man wants me enough, and is strong enough to handle my desire. I need to be invited to let go. That moment of invitation – when the man that I want lets me know how much he wants me, freeing me to let go -- is almost better than sex.

I walked by the man and towards an old-fashioned jukebox in the corner, gliding much closer to him than I needed to. His whole body snapped to attention when I walked by, sending a surge of response through my body. I rested one arm languidly on the top of the jukebox and looked down at the list of songs on offer, as if I could focus enough to read them, my hips swaying almost involuntarily. He stepped behind me. He gave me a few seconds to adjust to his heat before he edged even closer. I could feel his breath past my ear as he asked, “Anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Yes” I said, selecting a song almost at random. I turned around, my back against the machine. He leaned over me, as if looking at what I had chosen, but then he stayed in my space. I measured my body against his lean, powerful frame and felt small and curvy and feminine. His chest was almost close enough to graze my breasts. His hand brushed against my hip as he reached to touch the machine, idly pressing a button. I could hear my breath catch in my throat. I brushed a stray lock of hair off my face with my fingers, my eyes closing a little as I savored the delicious tingle that sent through me. I thought about how my husband could see this man wanting me.

As if sensing what was happening, the other men wordlessly drifted out of the back room, leaving me alone with this man. I moved away from him and over to one of the pool tables, trailing a finger along the green felt. My senses felt drugged, and everything was slower and thicker and more intense. His eyes followed my every move. He picked up the rack and wordlessly started setting up for a game. As if knowing I wouldn’t want to go first, he took his shot, sending the balls flying in every direction, and then handed me the cue stick.

I smiled, again feeling that heady mixture of bold and shy. I made my way over to where he was standing and leaned over to line up my shot. He leaned over me again, his hand joining mine on the cue stick. His fingers touched my wedding ring, straightening it a little, as he helped me line up the shot. “You here with your husband?” he asked as I aimed and shot, sinking a ball.

“Mmm hmm,” I said, turning to face him, locking eyes with him. “It’s date night. My husband takes me out, and watches as I find a date.” I turned back around and leaned back down, setting up the next shot. I tilted back a little until my body was touching his, my round little ass rubbing against him. I could almost feel him close his eyes and take a deep breath.

We flirted a little for a few more shots, his eyes more on my cleavage than on the game. He touched me at every opportunity, leaning over me with each shot, until one time when I stood up and he didn’t move back. My whole body was flush against his, heat against heat. He reached around from behind me, his arm circling my waist, and started kissing my shoulder, just above the neckline of my dress. His stubble scraped pleasantly against my skin. I could feel his erection pressing against me and I nestled tighter against him.

A new, slower song began playing as he turned me around to face him. He kissed my mouth then, and it felt like a storm was raging inside me. His tongue traced my lips, coaxing them open. I backed up just a step, and he lifted me a little, setting me up on the edge of the table. He stepped between my legs. My arms gripped his back, feeling the hard muscles of his shoulders. His kisses pulled little moans from my throat. His hands touched me everywhere, coursing down my back, finding my hips, pushing my dress further up my thighs. I pulled him closer, needing to feel his hard bulge against me again, this time against my most intimate flesh. Nothing in the bar existed except this man.

His mouth met mine again, devouring me. The kisses felt endless. My fingers threaded through his hair. His hands shaped my breasts, the swollen flesh spilling out of his hands as he gently squeezed. He slid the top of my dress down my shoulders, exposing more of my skin to his hungry mouth. My head rolled back as my breasts thrust themselves towards him, aching softly, begging for his touch. He released one of my breasts from my bra and drew the nipple into his mouth. My fingers fumbled with his belt.

 

[sweethotwife]

....
He kept kissing one breast and then the other, while I worked his belt open and started on his zipper. His cock was rock hard under the denim. Unable to get the zipper undone while his erection strained against his jeans, I rubbed against him through the fabric, feeling the heavy length of him. He bit down on my nipple and the pleasure ripped a moan from the back of my throat. His hands worked under my dress, up along my hips. I wasn’t sure if he could feel that I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress, but then his fingers were cupping me, his palm pressing against my most sensitive part, as one long finger split me to find the wetness inside.

I wasn’t sure I could stay upright any longer, and I began looking around, frantic to find some new position where I could feel more of this man. Suddenly I was standing, and spinning, and then he bent me over the pool table, my exposed breasts pressing almost roughly against the felt of the table. I heard him unzip and felt him push my dress up out of the way. The colder air against my exposed backside made me feel wild and vulnerable and crazy with desire. My legs stepped slightly apart on their own, as if opening more for him. His hands positioned me how he wanted me, and then I could feel the head of his cock, teasing my wet, tender flesh. I wanted to push back against him, but in this position, I couldn’t move, and only he could control how fast and how deep he went. He took his time, entering me slowly. I felt every inch of his huge cock work its way into my tight channel.

Again, he gave me time to get used to him, and then he started thrusting. He started slowly at first, and then faster and faster and faster. My nipples scraped against the rough fabric. His fingers dug into my hips. My hands braced against the corner rails as he pounded harder into me. I was making sounds I had never heard myself make.

He kept fucking me, right there on the pool table, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His cock pressed against a particularly sensitive place inside me, driving me insane with pleasure. I felt my orgasm build, as he thrust harder and faster, pounding into me. My muscles quivered around him, gripping him, urging him deeper. I came, shattering into pieces, screaming out my pleasure, as he kept thrusting mercilessly. I felt him tense up and pull out, right before he shot his load onto my ass and back, the thick cum hot against my bare skin.

I laid against the table, exhausted, sated, enjoying the feel of his cum and the sound of his labored breath. After a few moments, he rubbed the creamy cum into my skin and pulled my dress back down, leaning over to kiss my neck. He helped me up, turning back around, and got me sitting on the edge of the table once again, back to the position that started this whole thing. He kissed me slowly, almost tenderly, and then rested his forehead against mine. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“I think your husband enjoyed your date,” he said, “and is looking forward to his turn. And if he’s not ready, it looks like there’s quite a few men around here who would be glad to step in.”