My Wife's First Proper Lover

Life after my last encounter carried on as normal for eleven years with no story to tell. My husband always reminded me that if I ever wanted to be with another man, I could. I had permission. My husband and I would talk about it in bed and he knew exactly how to tease me and my naughty streak. He would have me in bed on the verge of cumming and offer men to have sex with me if I kissed him passionately on the mouth. Every time I gave in and kissed him passionately, wanting it to happen, making me cum immediately!

I was now working locally and was aged 47. I still looked much younger than my age and kept myself a slim size 10 (I am 5 feet 7 inches tall). In the office, I worked with a young man aged 23 (Andrew), who was a bit taller than I. It was so obvious he fancied me. On dress-down days, I would wear tight jeans that would show my tiny thong rising from my waistline every time I bent over in front of him. He would use every excuse to talk to me and stare at me (I have been there before). He would spend his lunchtimes with me. We chatted away about nothing, and over time, I began to like him as well. He grew on me.

I can't remember how it happened or the conversation but one day I ended up giving him my mobile phone number after he gave me some lame excuse to get it. I knew what I was doing. I was flattered that a 23-year-old would be interested in me! That night, sitting in the front room, my phone received a text message.

He was just asked what I was doing. I replied and for the next 45 minutes, we texted. I played innocent. Then the flirty messages began, "What are you wearing?" I was feeling naughty at this stage. I told him in detail exactly what I was wearing and gave him full details of the underwear I had on. There was a pause in the messages. I gave his mind something to think about. About five minutes later, I got a text kiss. I replied with a single kiss.

The following day, everything was the same. That night, the messages began again. This time, I was asked directly what underwear I was wearing. I told him in detail again. I was surprised at his less-than-subtle answer. He told me he was hard and he had been hard all day thinking about me in my underwear. I played all coy and asked what he had been thinking. I was getting aroused.

I caught my husband's eye. He could tell something interesting was happening and asked me what I was doing on my phone. I handed it to him. He read the messages and told me "he has it bad for you". Then comes the conversation. Did I want it to go further with this guy? I thought about all the reasons why I should not. My husband undid my jeans and reached into my pants. My head was telling me to be sensible, but my pussy gave me away. I was soaking wet. He began to rub my clit, telling me how it was alright and he didn't mind if I wanted to explore. Then the offer. Kiss me passionately if you wish to have sex with this 23-year-old. No pause, no thinking time, I just kissed him hard and cum at the same time. I was being honest about it and sexually excited.

For the next hour, my husband helped me flirt and text him. Simple teasing and provoking. We flirted in the evening for the next three days.

Then came the big question. How did I feel about him and did I like younger men sexually? My reply surprised him. I said my husband knew (they had already met before all this had started) and I had permission to do whatever I wanted to do". The next few messages were to reassure him that my husband wasn't going to hunt him down. If he wanted to have me, I was open to the idea. He still lived at home, so a solution needed to be found. I suggested we meet him in our car at a suitable location on the Friday evening after dark. I can assure you, I was very wet between my legs. I spent the next few days at work (I had to keep popping to the loo to dry myself) and at home, wet between my legs.

It was the main subject of discussion in bed with my husband. We were constantly aroused. I am sure many on here know the feeling of how exciting sex feels with something new.

Friday arrived, I had a shower (shaved the important bits smooth) and got ready.

I was quickly wet between my legs and tingling. I am one of those women who get very, very wet. I was not thinking straight. Something suitable to wear? I didn't know. So I put on a black thong, a matching bra and a pair of black hold-up stockings. I slipped into a tight figure-hugging pair of jeans (not my best idea, I should have worn a dress or a skirt) and a tight jumper. Hindsight is a poor man's tool.

My husband and I walked to our car and he drove me to the location where I was to meet my prospective lover for the first time. The plan was for my husband to take a long walk but be nearby. I didn't feel there would be any problems, it was just for my reassurance. It was already dark.

I got in the back of the car and my husband went for the planned walk. I then messaged my young man to say I had arrived and was waiting for him. He arrived five minutes later.

Having got in, for the next 15 minutes, I had to reassure him that this was all OK and that my husband was OK about this. He then began to relax. I wish I could have, but I was nervous.

He smelt of soap, having just had a shower too. I liked the smell.

He asked if I wanted him to hold me and I told him I did. With us both in the back seat of the car, I lay back in his arms and he wrapped them around me tightly. I could feel he was already hard through his jeans from the bulge in my back. He told me how he had wanted this and whether I wanted it too. I told him I did. He began to kiss my neck, sliding his hands to my boobs and began stroking them over my jumper. Soon, his hands went under my jumper and he pulled both my breasts out of my bra cups and started to caress my nipples.

I am an old-fashioned girl and like the men to lead in the bedroom or on the backseat of the car. He turned me around to face him and he kissed me gently. There was a genuine caring feeling in that kiss. He asked if I wanted him and I nodded. I felt his hand go down to my jeans and he undid my button and undo my zip. I felt his hand reach in and then push down to my wet vagina. I felt his fingers reach my clit. I instinctively opened my legs as much as I could in my jeans to let him feel me. I was thrusting gently and instinctively against his hand. "Oh god, you're so wet down there". I smiled and nodded and said, "I've been wet all day thinking about you" and then kissed him harder, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth. We continued kissing for a while. He pushed me up so I was sitting on the back seat with him next to me. He then pushed my legs open.

He reached into my jeans again and I felt the first one, then two fingers enter me. I was panting. He then began moving his fingers gently in and out, with me clinging on to him and kissing. It had been a while since another man touched me so intimately and I was fixated on my young lover. The touch of a new man was so exciting and intoxicating.

He stopped kissing me and said, "Do you want to touch it?". That through me, I then realised what he was talking about. I nodded again. I am quite shy. That is why I like the man to lead.

In the darkness, I heard him unzipping his trousers. He then took my right hand and guided my hand into his pants and said, "Go on, feel it". I felt it straight away. He was very hard and wet from pre-cum. I carried on to see how big he was. He then said, "How big is your husband?" I replied about five and a half inches. He replied, "I think we can do better than that." That turned me on. He was right. He was big. Again, an overused cliché, I know, but he was huge. I don't know how big but he was long and thick. I began rubbing my hand up and down his shaft and felt him throbbing. The kissing continued.

After about a minute, he said, "I want you, I have for a while, you know I want you, do you want me?" I nodded. He replied, "You want to do it now?" I nodded again. I told him I had condoms and handed him one from the packet and told him to put it on.

I took off my jeans as fast as I could. I explained how I wore hold-up stockings for him, as he might like them. I was sitting on the back seat in just my jumper, bra, thong and stockings.

He moved into the footwell, pushed the passenger front seat forward and knelt between my open legs. I felt him running his hands up the inside of my thighs to my knickers, pushing my thighs wider open for him. He moved his face between my legs. I felt him pull my thong aside, and his tongue began licking my clit. He then told me to take my knickers off. I did as I was told, and I tossed them onto the back seat to be found later. At least it gave them a chance to dry out a bit. He pushed my legs again. He pulled my bum, sliding me forward to the edge of the seat. Luckily, we had a big car.

He then began to use his cock to explore my vagina. I was pretty excited right then. I was breathing fast and my clit tingled. I felt the head of his cock touching me and he began to rub my vagina up and down with it, lubricating his condom covered cock with my wetness.

From the top of my clit to the entrance of my vagina he was spreading my juices. The poor car seats. I was making quiet whimpering noises as he rubbed himself up and down me.

He then pushed me onto my back across the back seat. He placed my left leg on the seat and my right leg on the floor. My head was up against the passenger door. He then lay on top of me.

I felt him reach down and guide his cock up and down me again to find where my entrance was. He then again asked if I wanted this and I panted yes and told him to fuck me.

That was it. No more gentleness. He rammed his cock straight into me hard and deeply. I managed an "oh god" and gasped as I felt him stretch me open. He then just carried on fucking me just as hard and as fast as he could. There was no let-up he just fucked me. I could hear and feel his balls hitting me and making slapping noises. He was kissing me passionately and at the same time, he was massaging my right breast. This 23-year-old filled me internally. I was panting and making a soft noise each time he pushed his cock hard in me! I remember telling him to keep fucking me.

I liked it. I liked being fucked hard. I liked feeling used by him. After about two minutes, I felt him thrust his cock into me as hard as he could and hold it inside, pinning me down with his weight on me. I could tell he was cumming.

It was quite a sensation between the legs. I was nowhere near close to cumming and I faked my orgasm. I didn't want to destroy his ego.

He reached down and pulled himself out of me, he would have been soaking wet, wearing the condom filled with his cum. He slid it off and tied it up. We went back to our original position with me lying back tightly in his arms against his wet cock and him touching and exploring my body. Sometimes my boobs, sometimes my tummy and sometimes my pussy with kissing in between. He would run his finger over my clit and then rub his wet fingers over me and into my mouth which I would suck. He pushed my head down to suck his cock, which made him hard again. I loved it. I could taste his cum and the condom.

We were making small talk and just fooling around with our bodies. We sat there for about 40 minutes and out of the blue with no warning, he said, "Do you want to do it again?". I was immediately panting, yes, my tingling clit had come back and I was starting to get wet again. I forgot that young men can keep doing it. I passed another condom that he insisted I put on him. He was rock-hard and looked massive again. Much bigger than I was used to. I had a problem stretching it on. I was then thrown back on the seat again and my legs were opened up so he could lie between them.

Some routine. Finding my entrance was with his cock and then he just slammed his cock into me again. Fucking me hard and fast.

I loved it. I felt so naughty. So bad. So unlike me. I felt like I was being used just for his pleasure and I liked that feeling. I am so girlie.

This time he lasted about eight minutes. Eight minutes of total hard nonstop pounding. He then told me he was going to cum. Fake orgasm number two. Same again. He carefully reached down and pulled out his soaking wet condom-covered cock. My pussy felt like it had been in a boxing match. I touched myself with my hand. It felt like it was gaping open and would never return to its original tight hole.

That was the first time he fucked me. But we fucked (that was what it was every time) once or twice a week for a year. He would come to mine when everyone was out with my husband. He would fuck me on the sofa or the floor in the front room and sometimes in my marital bed. He never had a girlfriend during that time. He just had me.

Due to a medical reason at the time, I had to have a contraceptive coil fitted. Andrew then started cumming inside me as much as he wanted. I trusted him and I loved feeling his cum hitting my cervix and then leaking out of me. I did grow to have feelings for him.

We even got to spend some nights together where he would fuck me, then we would fall asleep. He would then wake me up in the middle of the night and fuck me again. He would then fuck me again in the morning. It was non-stop fucking. I would end up in the shower washing all the dried cum off my thighs and the fresh wet cum sliding down my legs. I loved that.

One day, soon after we started being together, he came into my office and asked me to go to the toilet, remove my knickers, come back, and discreetly hand them to him. My heart began to thump, and it made me damp. I am very submissive and did what he told me to do.

I was wearing a very silky black thong. When I returned, he was waiting, and it was easy to hand this tiny piece of underwear to him, wrapped in my hand. He smiled and disappeared towards the toilets.

About ten minutes later, he returned smiling. He held out his hand and passed me back my thong. It was soaking wet. He then whispered in my ear (no one else was there), "I just cum in them and really soaked them. I want you to go and put them on".

Did I mention I am totally submissive? I got up and went back into the toilet. I opened my hand and stared at my little thong. It was soaked in his milky white cum. It was all over my hand, I could pull long, stringy strands as I touched it. I pulled my dress up and slid the thong back on. As I pulled it up, I could feel spunk rubbing off onto my legs.

I pulled them all the way up tight against my crutch and paused to feel his wet, warm spunk against my pussy and purred. I could feel the wetness on the string pulled against my anus.  I stroked my clit up and down a few times. I wiped my legs and left the toilet.

I walked back into the office and sat down. He smiled at me and said, "Do you have them on?" I replied "yes". He asked, "How does that feel?" I looked at this handsome young man, fifteen years my junior, directly in the eye and said, "Wet" and blew him a kiss.

They were so wet they stained my dress a bit. I wore them all day until they dried against me and stiffened. I did not take them off until I got home that night and presented them to my husband as a prize.

He fucked me from behind outside the venue at the office Christmas party.

Once we had nowhere to go and he was begging me to meet him. So we (my husband and I) picked him up in our car and I rode him on the back seat as my husband drove us around. That was the only time my husband ever saw me with him sexually. I even sucked his cock as well.

Each time we were together, he would fuck me hard (which I liked). But he never actually made me have an orgasm once and I never told him. I did come close the first time I let him cum inside me. Each time my husband would make love to me afterwards or at least most times. My husband provided for my needs and my young 23-year-old lover provided the exciting lust.

After a year, he found a girlfriend and that was that. I would let him fuck me again if he ever asked me. I do not think I would be able to say no.