Two years had passed since my husband and his closest friend had so skillfully seduced me out of my clothes and into my first extramarital sin on two separate occasions. Afterwards, my mind was a simmering mixture of guilt and desire, torn between the betrayal of my marriage vows and the intoxicating thrill of forbidden passion. The memory of that experience still lingered, haunting me with its seductive power and leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. It took six months for my mind to be turned from the sinful lust of my body back to the good, wholesome wife that I thought I needed to be.
For that first experience, read. "Innocent Wife—First Time Shared"
In defense of my husband, he knew that there was a hidden hunger that I had buried inside of me. Deep inside, I intensely and passionately loved sex; unfortunately, that hunger was marred by the belief that the amount of pleasure that I enjoyed during an orgasm was somehow wrong or sinful. Through the experience of sharing myself with another man, I was temporarily able to break free from those self-imposed limitations and embrace my sexuality in a way that brought me closer to my husband and to myself before falling back into my prior mindset.
My husband remained patient and didn't push me into doing anything I didn't want to do, and we still enjoyed the excitement some lighthearted role-playing brought to our relationship. I wasn't naive; I knew he wanted to see me open up to my deepest, and I thought, darkest desires of being taken by another man.
One night, after a pretty intense session of fantasy sex with a "complete stranger," my desire for the touch of another man overwhelmed me. I realized that my husband's patience and understanding had given me the freedom to explore my sexuality without fear of judgment. I knew it was time to have an honest conversation with him about my newfound longings.
Before I could find the confidence to bring it up, my husband noticed my increased desire and took a chance to reintroduce the idea of bringing other men into our sex life. The conversations got to the point where we started discussing the possibility of actually trying it again by looking on a few swinger sites.
"How about this guy?"
Mike looked at me and asked, "What about him?"
"He's hot, and his description matches what I've been looking for."
"Wait, you've been looking for sex partners?" he asked, teasing.
We talked some more, with me trying to backpedal, but it was useless. I had to finally admit, "Yes, I guess, maybe. I just want to see if another guy would be interested in me."
"I know they would be interested," he told me, "but I'm not going to allow you to cock tease some poor guy with no intention of going through with it. So, tell me the truth: if you found a guy, would you have sex with him?"
He had me, and he knew it. I was more curious if other guys found me attractive, but if I actually did find a guy who I thought was hot, well, let's just say my panties were soaked. Sex that night proved how turned on I truly was.
The guy in question was named Jim, and he was in the USAF stationed close by. He was older than I had wanted, but he checked off all the other boxes. My husband was having fun watching me get excited about the reality of meeting up with an actual guy.
"What happened with the 'holier than thou' attitude?" Mike teased.
After my husband and I went back and forth for a few days, we were in bed making out while his fingers were strumming my pussy like a maestro. "Imagine it's Jim's fingers inside of your pussy," Mike suggested. It's usually hard for me to picture another man, but the desire for something or someone new was overpowering.
"Do you want him to fuck you?" he asked. Mike then got on top of me and spread my legs. "If you want Jim to be inside of you, imagine he's the one between your legs; all you have to do is pull him in," Mike whispered. I had my eyes closed, and the lights were off as Mike brought me into the scenario of succumbing to another man's touch.
"Jim's going to kiss you now; he's waiting for you to pull him in," he said, guiding the tip of his cock to the opening of my vagina. He then kissed me hard but attempted to kiss me differently, which confused me and made it even more intense.
I then tried to pull Mike into me, but he said, "No, say his name when you do it; make it real."
Oh my god, I was so turned on. He knew for a fact that I could never say another man's name during sex; it just wasn't a possibility until he had me so wound up that nothing else mattered.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, grabbed his ass, and with all of my pent-up passion, said, "Fuck me, Jim, fuck my pussy," as I pulled him into me with all of my strength. His cock entered me, and I came moments later as Mike, a.k.a. Jim, plunged into my depths.
The next day, Mike left it alone and let me mull over what I had done the night before. My thoughts were conflicting, but I finally had to admit that experiencing another man sounded pretty good.
"Let's do it," I told him suddenly as we sat in front of the TV the next night.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I've been thinking, let's invite Jim over and see what happens."
After Mike made sure I wasn't doing it just for him and that I wanted it for myself, he made the call. They chatted easily, it seemed, as if they were old friends. He then handed me the phone.
"Hello, so you're the beautiful lady your husband has been bragging about."
Jim and I talked for a good thirty minutes. He spent much of that time assuring me that he was comfortable being with a married woman. We talked about how lots of men have a sexual fantasy of watching their wives with other men, and he assured us that it was completely normal.
"It's a small percentage of women that actually go through with the fantasy, but when they do, many don't understand why it took so long," he laughed.
"I'm free this weekend if you would like to meet," Jim finally mentioned. "Don't worry, I won't push you into anything you don't want. We can see if we click and go from there." He seemed like such a gentleman that I couldn't resist saying yes.
At the last minute before we were to meet, I panicked and got cold feet. "I'm sorry," I told Mike. To his credit, he didn't get upset. But he also didn't cancel.
"I'm going to meet him, with or without you. He seems like a great guy, so if I'm right, do you have a problem with me bringing him here?" Mike asked. I hesitated for a moment before agreeing, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension about the situation. Ultimately, I trusted Mike's judgment and decided to be open-minded about the potential for new experiences in our relationship.
To this day, I don't know why I allowed myself to be left out of the conversation that night. Goes to show how shy I really was back then. I was the reason they were getting together, and I couldn't even show up. I didn't take into account that my being so brutally shy made me look even more innocent, which only intensified Jim's desire for me.
All I could think about while Mike met Jim was, "What if he didn't like me? Or even worse, what if he did?" Questions kept running through my mind as I sat alone at home, regretting my decision to not join them.
While he was gone, I busied myself with getting ready just in case Jim did come over. I wanted to message Mike to forget it, that it was all a mistake made in the heat of the moment, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The anticipation of Jim's potential visit was nerve-wracking, leaving me in a state of anxious excitement. What kind of woman lets her husband go out to meet another man to potentially bring him home to have sex with her? Was I really that kind of woman? My moral beliefs said no. But the moisture and throbbing between my legs screamed a resounding YES.
It was the summertime, so I wore my plain pink sundress. Nothing fancy or erotic. Truth be told, no matter what my feelings were, I secretly wore it so Jim would have easy access to my body if it all worked out.
"They would have met an hour ago," I thought to myself as I paced the floor, wondering if Mike was on his way back or if he even met Jim. The thought that another man whom I had never met might be walking through my door had me throbbing between my legs.
At about that time, there was a knock on the door. Which is what Mike told me he would do if he had Jim in tow. "Oh god," I thought as the door opened with me standing in the middle of the floor. I was a nervous wreck, unsure of what to expect. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for whatever was about to happen.
Mike walked over to me, gave me a hug, and whispered, "He wants you." He then pulled away. "Kara, this is Jim." I didn't know what to say as the man I had never met walked over, slowly took my hand, and kissed the back of it.
He didn't look at my body like a piece of meat he could devour. On the contrary, after he kissed my hand, he stepped back and looked at me, telling me I looked beautiful. He then asked for my I.D., which I thought was the funniest thing ever. "I just want to make sure I'm not going to be spending the rest of my Air Force career in the brig," he said with a wink.
I felt at ease within the first few minutes of meeting Jim. Then it happened: my mind went blank, and all rational thought went out the window. Jim hadn't been in my presence for five minutes when I suddenly wanted him to rip my clothes off and take me to bed. {Does that seem like the good Christian woman I mentioned?} I couldn't believe the unexpected rush of passion I had for someone I'd just met. As I battled to regain control of my thoughts and emotions, Mike and Jim spoke as if they were long-time friends.
Jim, while holding my hands as if we were long-lost friends, led me to the couch and sat right next to me. As we sat, his fingers would touch the back of my hand or touch my arm. He commented on how soft my skin was and on my hair, eyes, and, of course, my size. He said he had never been with such a petite woman before. "Ok, take me already, I'm yours!" I screamed in my head.
He began massaging my knee, then my bare thighs, which somehow never felt inappropriate. He always stopped just under the hem of my pink sundress. The way he looked at me with a mixture of fascination and longing made it clear that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Suddenly, just as I had become relaxed and lost in the moment, he leaned in and whispered, "I've been wanting to kiss you since the moment I walked through your door; may I?" he asked. His warm breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but nod in response.
As his lips met mine, the world around us seemed to fade away as my passion to be touched by another man consumed me completely. The intensity of the experience was overwhelming, and I knew that the kiss was just the beginning.
Our lips meshed together as his hand moved from my thigh, up my leg, and under my dress, all the way to my hip. He then moved his hand away to touch my bare arm before it moved to my stomach, just under my breasts.
Jim knew what he was doing. The slowness of his movements frustrated me so much that I took his hand on my stomach and slid it up to my breasts, causing him to laugh into my mouth as we made out passionately.
He felt my breasts for a few minutes before redirecting his hand to my legs, tracing my thighs until his fingers felt the outline of my lace panties. I gasped as his touch grew bolder, and his hands parted my thighs before he slid down from the couch. The heat between us intensified as he whispered, "I want to taste you."
Moving my panties aside, I felt a finger slip inside to the second knuckle. It was only a finger, but it felt so good that it may as well have been his cock. He slowly fingered me for a few minutes before pulling out to taste the results of his ministrations. We made short eye contact as he licked my juice off before sliding my dress up to my waist. A moment later, his face disappeared between my legs. I jumped as I felt his tongue make its first contact with my labia, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body as I trembled at his touch.
Jim licked me to my first orgasm before carefully removing my panties and tossing them aside. "You won't be needing these for a while, will you?" he said as I struggled to catch my breath.
Looking down, my dress was bunched at my waist while my hips were barely on the couch. After I was able to sit up, he pulled the dress off of my shoulders to bare my breasts, taking my nipples into his mouth, making me push my chest out to him as I moaned my approval.
Normally, I'm fairly passive during sex, but I felt compelled to push us forward since my own patience was running out. "My turn," I said, pushing him back onto the couch so I could undo his belt. As I frantically yanked his jeans down to his knees, I was gasping for air.
He grinned and added, "Someone's in a hurry," as I reached into his shorts to extract my desire.
Jim's cock was almost as thick as a soda can, although it wasn't lengthy. As I stroked him, I realized that my fingers were unable to completely surround him. "You're big," I whispered to myself.
"You'll do fine," he assured me.
In such a short time, I had gone from being the shy little girl to this cock hungry woman who held a man I had just met in my hands, stroking him, licking him until finally taking the cock head into my mouth and doing my best to suck him.
"Take your time, babe; savor it," he told me as I overexerted myself trying to possess his thick manhood. Hubby was watching this all unfold as I pushed Jim even further onto the couch and removed his pants completely, becoming fixated with having him inside of me.
Crawling up his body and grasping his hard shaft, I urgently brought him to my vaginal opening. My heart was racing as I rubbed the head against my dripping, wet slit. Lowering my body just enough so the head of his cock penetrated the ring of my opening sent a rush of satisfaction radiating through my body.
I seemed to ramble incoherently as I dropped down, taking his cock into my depths through my engorged labia and into the stretched canal of my vagina. Jim remained silent as his hands moved over my ass, thighs, and breasts, taking care not to disrupt the intensity of what I was doing.
I can't imagine the illicit view my husband must have had as he watched his sweet, innocent wife as she forced another man's hard cock to disappear inside of her pussy, stretching it further than it had ever been stretched before, igniting every nerve as intense pleasure coursed through her.
Insistently I moved my hips until I felt the head of his cock nudge against my cervix deep inside, making me nearly pass out from the fierceness of my orgasm. I could actually feel the walls of my pussy contracting around him, wanting to milk him for every drop of pleasure he had to offer. The forbidden thrill of being watched only added to the intensity.
Jim probably thought he had been misled to believe he was going to meet a prim and proper woman and not this sex-crazed vixen I had mysteriously become. I had never been so aggressive in the way I forced myself onto his cock as my pussy swallowed him whole, driving me into a constant state of orgasm.
There was another voice in the room that I didn't recognize for a minute until I realized that I had completely forgotten about my husband. "Would you two like to get more comfortable and take it to the bed?" Mike asked with a sly look on his face. Jim and I looked at each other, both panting and breathing hard from the vigorous activity, and laughed.
We had a child at the time, which my husband used as an excuse to leave us alone for a while. "I'm going to check on the baby," he explained as I led another man to our marriage bed. I was grateful for the alone time, but having a man I had only recently met in my bedroom was daunting.
Jim could tell I was nervous again, so he sat on the bed and held me in his arms while we kissed to help me relax, realizing that having sex in my marriage bed was a big step. Then he laid me down and kissed every part of my body until he was licking and eating my pussy once more. "Let me know when you're ready, Kara," he said. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations, letting go as Jim continued to pleasure me. With each touch and kiss, I felt more comfortable.
"I need you inside of me," I finally whispered. feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as he slowly worked himself so his body was now between my legs.
"Put me in," he said quietly, as I felt the head of his cock rub against the slick opening that was begging for his entrance. With one arm on the back of his upper thigh and the other grasping his cock, I drew him into my core, which blossomed open for him as my entire pussy sucked him inside of me. I could feel every curve and contour, every vein, as he slipped into my depths until his balls rested against my ass.
"Oh, god yes," I hissed as he slowly started to move inside of me. His movements were deliberate and intense, sending waves of pleasure through my body with each thrust. I arched my back, meeting his rhythm as our bodies moved together, leaving me breathless and lost in the moment.
In the next room, my husband listened as another man made his wife moan in heated passion, sending her into numerous orgasms with his touch.
Jim and I fucked each other without stopping for a good hour. How he was able to hold off from cumming, I have no idea. My body was a molten puddle in the middle of the bed when I finally noticed my husband. I hadn't realized that he had been watching us. Presently, I was on my stomach as Jim straddled my thighs from behind, thrusting slowly inside of me.
Barely being able to see through the slits of my eyes, I lost focus of my husband and didn't see him again until I looked to the side while Jim had me on my back, practically bent in half with my legs around his neck. We made eye contact for a moment before I had another intense orgasm.
I never knew men could last so long. But back then, I had no idea what the little blue pill was. "Fuck me, Jim," I told him over and over again.
"Are you ready for me to cum?" He finally asked. "Where do you want it?"
"Fill me up, please," I heard myself say, "cum inside of me."
"I was hoping you would say that," he muttered as he slammed into me several more times with breathtaking intensity. Suddenly, I could feel him surging inside of me, filling me completely with his hot release. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but scream in ecstasy as he finally reached his peak. The obscene sloshing sounds told me that he had deposited a large load deep inside me, and I couldn't help but feel completely satiated as an orgasm or my own overtook me once again.
After we had finally caught our breath, he let his cock slip out, allowing his cum to flow down my ass onto the bed. I expected him to get dressed and leave, but instead he pulled me into his arms for a post-sex cuddle.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I heard was my husband and the man who had just fucked his wife into oblivion talking in the next room, making plans for a repeat performance.
"There she is," Jim smiled as I walked in. "I was hoping you would wake up; we thought you might be done for the night with how many orgasms you had," he said as he hugged me. "You are magnificent, and I was telling your very understanding husband how much I enjoyed our time together."
"If it's okay with you, next weekend I was wanting to take you and him out for dinner so we can get to know each other better. Think of it as my way of thanking you for allowing me into your bedroom. It takes a strong marriage to let that happen," he complimented.
After Jim had left, my husband and I tried to make love, but my pussy was too sore, which made me feel terrible. "It's okay," Mike said. "Your pussy was beat up pretty good; I don't blame her for not being able to go again. After all, he just fucked you into a short coma," he laughed.
Mike was able to penetrate me after a few days, and the sex was amazing. I discovered that it's known as "reclaim sex," which is when a couple reclaims their intimacy and ownership of each other after having sex with another partner.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you find the courage to fully embrace your desires and explore your sexuality without any guilt or shame. Remember, communication and honesty are key in maintaining a fulfilling and satisfying relationship with your partner.
Our second date, coming soon
Kisses, Kara Sweet
