My First Time With a Man Ch. 01

We married young, my wife and I. I was twenty, she was nineteen. She wasn't a virgin on our marriage bed, but she said I was her third, and I believed her. The year was 1968 when, first, we got married and, second, I got drafted. We knew each other for less than six months before we moved from the Midwest to Colorado, where we lived together for another two months before grabbing a couple of friends, walking down to City Hall, finding a judge, and getting married. We were, you see, young, stupid, and in love.

Judith, she always insisted on using her full name, and I was the only one allowed to call her "Judy," which I did regularly, in my best Cary Grant voice, saying, "Judy, Judy, Judy."

I do wander, don't I?

Judith was a tiny woman. An inch under five feet, she was like a swimsuit model done at about eighty percent scale. She was cute rather than pretty. Her hair was thin, that sort of dirty blonde color that you never notice, and it was so fine that when she tried to change the color, it just didn't take. Her attempt to be a redhead turned her into an orangehead. Her try for blonde resulted in yellow.

She settled on wearing her hair short, a nice frame to her face. It was a cute face. Not pretty with her slightly oversized nose and thin lips, but cute with big eyes, apple cheeks, and tiny ears.

It was her body that set her apart.

As I said, she looked like a tiny version of a swimsuit model or, to be honest, a Playboy model. Her breasts looked positively huge on her small body, although her bra was not particularly huge at 34C. Her waist was small at 26 inches, and she was slightly pear-shaped with 36-inch hips. As I say, a miniature version of a swimsuit model.

She was from a small town, a large Catholic family, and although she wasn't a virgin, she was body modest when we met. Hell, we lived together for a month before she let me leave a light on when we made love.

She came out of her shell when we spent three years in Japan on my rich uncle's dime.

The wives of the Enlisted Men's Wives Club were a young and bawdy group. If you think about it, it made sense. All of the men were young. The oldest of us was 30-something. The Lifers, those old guys who were making the Air Force a career, had their own group, the NCO Wives Club. And the wives in our group were age-appropriate. Well, except for Lucille, Ben's wife, who was pretty deep into her 40s. Ben had some real mommy issues.

So, the men were awash in testosterone.

But the women were awash in estrogen and progesterone and the rest of that cocktail of hormones that makes a woman aware of her "biological clock" as they start fading. They were proud of their femaleness (if it's not a word, it should be) and enjoyed showing it off. Judith joined in with a vengeance once her modesty was overcome, and she became one of the halter top and hot pants (the early 1970s version of short shorts) girls.

We got out of the Air Force and started college in a small Midwestern City. We had been frugal, planning on this, for our three years overseas, and had a tidy nest egg in the bank. We bought a car for cash, and a small mobile home - I've, since, always had fond memories of living in the "trailer." I never euphemistically called it a mobile home in those days, but I'm being civilized here - also for cash. We figured we could live for the next four years on that magnificent one hundred five dollars a month the GI bill paid, supplemented by my wife's part-time job and my summer work as a handyman.

It took, oh, about a month to realize that the trailer park was the center for a group of what we called swingers in the 1970s.

Understand, we were much more American Graffiti than Playboy Philosophy. Judith might have enjoyed showing off her tits and ass, which she manifestly did, but she never slept away from our bed. I was still one of the "she's MY wife" sort of guys, and, I think she thought I was HER husband.

We stayed out of the swinging scene for over a year.

And then her sister called one day and invited herself over so she and Ray, her husband, could "talk to us about swinging."

We sat, drank a couple of the ever-present Wisconsin Gold Label beers ($2.99 a case at Kroger's), passed the pot pipe around with some of that not-very-good pot we used to smoke by the pound, and talked.

It was surreal.

Ray sat, stoned, staring at Judith's boobs. Judith sat, listening, and I could tell, fascinated - I could tell she was interested, the way her nipples were hard points against the material of the halter top she wore. I sat, listening, watching Doris, wondering by turns if she was serious and then what it would be like to have this pretty, 300-pound woman.

The conversation, well, Doris's soliloquy, ended with Ray leading Judith down the little hall to our bedroom, and Doris on her knees working on my belt.

Before they left, I understood just how good oral sex could be. The things she did made me beg for the finish, and when they left, she wore my semen in her hair and across her face like a badge of honor. That was the blowjob against which I have measured all other blowjobs and found all but a few wanting.

Judith was just as hooked as I was.

For the next year, our lives consisted of Sunday through Thursday sleeping together, making love in the ways we had learned or, I guess more correctly, figured out, and then Friday and Saturday nights with, well, whoever said "yes."

This wasn't a "key club," one of those deals where the men tossed their car keys into a bag and whichever key the women pulled from the bag that night was who she went home with. It was, rather, a group who enjoyed each other and NEVER said "no."

I had Doris pretty regularly and learned the pure sensuality of sex with a hugely fat girl.

I had Carla, Frank's wife, with about ten pounds of silicone in each boob, making her a Barbie Doll.

I had Ingrid, pregnant again with her sixth at 25, her body a mass of stretch marks and her breasts fountains of warm, sweet milk.

I had Kathy, an anorexic skeleton that I found both repulsive and attractive, her thigh gap so big her inner lips, her labia minora, dangled visibly.

I had Margaret, an alcoholic who had the distracting habit of passing out while having sex, something I found interesting in sort of a necrophilic way.

And a dozen more.

Judith was just as active.

And that brings me to my first time with a man.

It was Friday night, well, it was Saturday morning, and the party was at Tom and Nancy's house. Three couples had trailers in our little trailer park, and in the summer, when the weather allowed, we would host our weekend parties. But it was October, I remember because it was mid-term season, and I was a little stressed out, so we needed an indoor venue. Tom and Nancy were in their 30s, in the upper range of our group, and he was a pilot making good money. Their house was a big split-level, and the basement had been set up as a mini-nightclub. Three of us had played guitars while Doris belted out the folk and protest songs we all liked in those days. Doris had shed her clothes, and, well, it was quite a show.

The party started breaking up around one in the morning. We were all drunk and stoned. I was mildly surprised when I realized it was just Judith and me sitting on the couch.

"Well," I said, "let's get some coffee and we can get home."

"Or," she said, turning in that way only a woman can to sit on her feet, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me, "we could fuck on the stage. I've never done that."

We were necking, I had her top pushed aside, and her nipples were hard as I rolled and played with them, when Tom came into the room wearing nothing but his briefs. For some reason, I still remember they were blue with a white elastic waistband and white piping around the fly and the leg holes.

Tom was one of those curly-haired guys with a thick, but still athletic body. He looked like one of those professional wrestlers of the era, not fat but heavy with short, muscular legs, and big arms, but none of the "cut" you associate with body builders whose abdominal eight pack shows up in clear ridges.

I liked Tom very much. He had a great sense of humor and was always quick with a joke. I laughed a lot around him.

He came into the room looking around, a little dazed, and I realized he was even drunker and higher than I, and I was pretty damn drunk and high.

He focused on us and came over, pushing the waistband of his shorts down.

I was surprised. We swam naked as a group, and Tom was one of those guys who was always hard. I wondered if he didn't have at least a touch of priapism. But tonight, as he pushed down his shorts, his dick was just a stub, almost lost in the thick mat of his pubic hair.

I smiled at Tom. I smiled at Judy.

"Wanna get spit roasted?" I asked.

She smiled back in that sort of bleary-eyed, not-quite-focused way of the truly drunk, and as I watched, the smile morphed into a grin.

"Wanna know what I'd really like?" she asked, the grin spreading, more teeth showing.

"Sure," I said without thinking.

She moved, her lips brushing my cheek until they touched my ear.

"I'd like to watch," she breathed, her voice so soft the words were almost a feeling rather than a sound.

I felt that sudden rush you get when you're startled sometimes. You know, when something scares you with no warning and your adrenal glands suddenly flood your system with fight or flight hormones, and your legs and arms get that tingle as the body's blood supply is rerouted to give you the energy you might need.

"Come on, Baby," she breathed in that same voice, "I'll coach you."

I watched Tom watching us, the curiosity clear on his face.

It was her soft, "Please," that took me over the top. I could never say, "No" to her when she used that voice.

I breathed my soft, "Yessssssss," hissing the final sound, my body awash with those hormones, leaving me weak-kneed.

She giggled and, with that amazing grace only a young woman can ever manage, got to her feet in one smooth movement.

I rocked forward and got to my feet, surprised that I had an erection and had to adjust myself in my pants. I hadn't even noticed it, lost among the other sensations I was getting with my adrenaline rush.

Judy was whispering to Tom, and as I watched, his eyes got big.

"Well?" she asked, loud enough for me to hear.

"Yes," he said, smiling.

She surprised me, then, by reaching down and pulling Tom's shorts up.

She smiled, her best sweet smile, took both of us by the hand, and led us to the spare bedroom.

I'm not sure which one of us was more overwhelmed right then. I know that for me, my raging hardon surprised me, especially given that sort of rubbery feeling in my knees, the adrenaline still flowing.

I could picture us, as if I were framing a picture before snapping the shutter, walking down the hall. I was still fully dressed in my "partying student" uniform, jeans, tennis shoes with no socks, and a T-shirt advertising something or other. Judy was in her "ready-to-get-laid" outfit, the halter top back in place but barely holding her boobs in, the extremely short shorts letting the bottom of the roundness of her butt peek out, and the Roman lace-up sandals that I always thought did good things for her legs. Tom was in his shorts, his "skivvies" as we called them in the barracks.

In the bedroom, Judy said, "Turn down the bed, Baby," before turning to Tom, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him.

I wouldn't have thought it was possible, but I got even harder, my erection bordering on painful now, as I did that basic domestic chore, turning down the bedspread and top sheet and fluffing the pillows while my wife washed my friend's tonsils with her tongue.

When I finished, I went to them and just stood, wondering what would come next.

I didn't have long to wait.

Judy broke the kiss and turned to me.

She looked a bit disheveled and a LOT turned on.

"Undress me, Baby," she said.

I noticed that she didn't offer to kiss me.

So I reached around, gave a sharp tug to the bow that held her halter top in place, and pulled it free of her arms. Her areolas were very hard, wrinkled cones with her small nipples looking like very pink pencil erasers at their tip. They sagged from their weight, not from breastfeeding. She has good tits.

She smiled, her sweet, innocent smile, and said, "On your knees, Honey, finish what you started."

I dropped to my knees, undid the button, and unzipped her shorts, worked them over her hips and down, bringing her panties with them. I kissed her mons lightly, enjoying the sensation of her silky pubic hair on my lips, and then turned my attention to the sandals. There were bows on the laces of each, and I tugged them, letting the criss-crossed laces go loose and then holding the sandals while she lifted her leg just a little to step out of them.

She surprised me again, then, by easing to her knees beside me.

I knew, or at least I thought I knew, what she wanted me to do, so I turned slightly and reached for Tom's waistband.

"No, Baby," she said in that voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "leave them on for now. Kiss his bulge."

I bent forward and kissed that spot where his soft dick pushed the material of the shorts forward.

"Hands on his ass, Baby," she said, "show him how much you want this."

I think I moaned a little. I'm not sure why. This was one of those times when that normally unused 90 percent of my brain was starting to kick in. On one level, I was humiliated, ashamed. On one level, I was shocked at what my wife was doing, or rather, I suppose, what she was having me doing. On one level, the one that both surprised and frightened me, I knew I liked this, as I slowly ran my hands up the back of his legs, kissing all around that beautiful bulge now, until my fingertips slipped under the elastic and for the first time I felt the skin of a man's ass under my palms.

I could feel the first stirrings of an erection and knew I wanted to get him hard. I moved a little, bending my neck, and kissed the bulge of his shorts his balls made.

Judy was stroking my hair now, almost petting me, as she whispered her encouragement.

"Feel what I feel, Baby, as I please a man," she breathed.

And I did. My hardon was painful, but it was more than that. Deep in my belly, I don't really understand the physiology, and maybe it is just psychology, a warm pressure was spreading. The adrenaline high had passed. This was a deeper, more intimate sensation. It felt like I could feel my balls swelling, my prostate swelling, and those tiny muscles deep inside starting to tense.

I kissed up now, past the elastic waistband, to the firm skin of his belly. He laughed softly as I probed his belly button with my tongue.

"Go ahead," Judy said, "use your teeth like I do."

I knew what she meant. I kissed my way down until I got to the waistband of his shorts and used my teeth, being careful to not bite or nip but just catch the elastic, and started tugging them down.

I could hear the excitement in her voice as she said, "That's right, Honey, take your time. Make it last for him."

She giggled softly and kissed my cheek before adding, "For both of you."

He was starting to get hard now. I had to pull the waistband forward enough to clear his cock.

I released the elastic, letting it snap back into place, under the shaft of his burgeoning erection, and turned to face Judy.

"Is this what you really want?" I asked.

She smiled, her sweet smile, bent forward and traced the shell of my ear with her tongue, and whispered so softly she was barely audible, "Please, Honey, but only if you want it too."

I looked up across Tom's thick belly, and he was smiling down at me.

I took a deep breath, held his eyes, opened my mouth, and slowly leaned forward until my lips were nestled against his pubic hair. I slowly closed my lips around his still mostly soft dick and started using my tongue to carefully coat it with saliva.

I know what a good blow job feels like and, well, in for a penny and all of that.

My lips were tight as I slowly pulled back, pulling and stretching him, feeling him start to harden as I did it.

"Beautiful," Judy whispered in my ear.

"Oh, shit," Tom said, his fingers digging into my hair now.

About a thousand thoughts ran through my mind in the next ten seconds.

The first one, loud and clear, was, "Oh FUCK this feels good."

That was followed immediately by, "Oh FUCK, am I A QUEER or, what are they calling it these days, GAY?!?!?!"

As Judy lightly tickled my back, Tom's fingers tightened in my hair, I opened my mouth and took him again, feeling that he was bigger now, and my hands squeezed his ass, pulling him to me.

In my mind it was, "noyournotqueerit'swhatJudywantsandyoulikegivingpleasureandyouliketoandJesusChristhiscockfeelsgoodinmymouth."

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssss," Judy hissed as I slowly stretched him again, my lips tight, sucking gently.

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssss," Tom hissed, his fingers twisting in my hair, not forcing me back onto him but showing how much he enjoyed it.

I did it again. This time, he was hard enough that he touched the back of my mouth, and my gag reflex triggered. I swallowed hard and closed my lips when my nose nestled in his pubic hair. I held that position, my fingers squeezing his ass, holding him to me, as I swallowed over and over, knowing how that felt for him. I could feel my nose start running suddenly, hot, sticky mucus running down my upper lip.

My mind was settling down. The thought more organized now.

"youlikeitdon'tyouYESIDO."

This time, when I pulled off, the mucus providing extra lubrication, he was hard, his cock thick and pink and pointed right at me.

I looked at Judy, smiled, and looked up at Tom again, and smiled.

I held his eyes as I caressed his beautiful cock with my cheeks and forehead, offering my face for his pleasure.

I kissed his balls, and there was Judy again, her voice soft, encouraging me.

"Go ahead, Baby," she said, "take them in your mouth. You know how much you like it when I do that."

His balls were big and his scrotum was high and tight so I had to work at it, my mouth as wide open as I could get it, accepting his balls and then a gentle, warm pressure, loosening that Dartos muscle that pulled the skin tight and the Cremaster muscle to let his balls down. I had felt it, Judy is very good with her mouth, so I understood what I needed to do.

And it worked. After some timeless time, I was pretty much nothing but a bundle of sensation by then, I felt skin loosen and could take his balls in my mouth.

"Yesssssssssssssssss," Judy hissed again, the sound a zephyr against my cheek and ear.

"Careful," Tom said, his fingers clenching in my hair as I closed my teeth, taking him to that point where it MIGHT become pain. That point Judy could work so well.

I closed my lips and pulled, stretching him a little, and I enjoyed his moan.

I made it linger for us both.

I know it was several minutes. Hell, it might have been an hour. By the time he finished, well, by the time I finished him, my knees were sore and I was starting to get a cramp in my back.

I was holding him in my mouth, slowly pulling off and taking him back in. He was slick now with my saliva and snot, and I had to work to keep my gag reflex under control, when I felt that shuddering in his body, and knew I had passed the point of no return for him.

I squeezed his ass, HARD, wanting to add a little spice.

"Don't swallow," Judy said in that soft, compelling voice, "we'll share later."

Tom just said, "Oh FUCK YES," and came.

It was sudden, and even though I expected it, it caught me by surprise. Well, it caught my body by surprise. I had to clamp down on my diaphragm to stop the cough that was automatic as that first jet of his hot, thick semen hit the back of my mouth.

I pulled off slowly as his second pump added to the hot, oily semen that had my mouth pretty full. I sucked gently on the glans, the head of cock, my lips tight just behind the corona, drawing a third and fourth little spurt as Tom groaned his completion.

"Hold it, Baby," Judy breathed, "Hold him as he goes soft."

So I did.

As that, well, "afterplay" I suppose, lingered, my thoughts returned to something like their normal, and chaotic, level.

Mostly, I was tasting his semen, feeling it, smelling it. It was hot and thick, oily on my tongue, with an odd taste, "tangy" is the only word that fits, with a slightly tart undertaste.

As I felt him soften, I felt a sense of satisfaction as well. I had truly given him what he wanted, and that feeling added to that warm pressure low in my belly.

"Okay, Baby," Judy whispered, "let him go now and kiss me."

I pulled off then, slowly releasing him, my lips tight on the shape of his glans. I hesitated, just the very tip still in my tightly pursed lips, and sucked gently, wanting to save the last precious drop of his mangift. It seemed important not to waste any.

The kiss I shared with Judy had a special intimacy. Our lips met, her hand was at the back of my head, and mine at the back of hers, sealing our mouths together, and we shared his semen.

No.

We shared his cum. After all, that's what had happened. No need to be technical or clinical about it. That sort of antisepsis makes it seem less overtly sexual. I had sucked a man's cock, he had cum in my mouth, and now my wife was sharing that experience.

And I liked it.

We held that kiss, sharing his gift, his load, his jizz, whatever you want to call it. We were well outside of the mainstream, and we were reveling in it. Anyway, I was, and it damn sure felt like Judy was.

I was so hard I hurt, and she was so excited that her wonderful womanscent rolled off of her like a sweet smelling fog, its load of pheromones working on me far below the level of any thought.

I was so lost in that kiss that I jumped, startled when I heard Nancy's voice - - "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"