“You’re positive you’re up for this?”
That was the question posed by my beloved wife as she prepared to embark on her very first date.
Married 15 years, my wife and I had never strayed outside of the relationship, and as I was the man she’d lost her virginity to, she’d never had another lover in her life. She’s a gorgeous, petite, shapely Latina who always has guys doing double-takes when she walks by. We’ve got a fabulous marriage and great sex life, but I’m small down there, barely pushing four inches when erect and even worse when it comes to girth. I love my wife so much, and I truly desired for her to experience more, something I couldn’t give her. When I first told her about these wishes and every time after that first time, she laughed and kissed me, telling me that she didn’t care about “that” and that she didn’t need anyone but me.
And while I have no doubt those were her true beliefs, that didn’t stop me from thinking she deserved something more, at least one time, to try it.
For a long time, I tried to get her to see things my way, to get her experiment and try something, but she never relented. Undeterred, I kept pushing it, and one day, it paid off. She opened up to me and told me a little bit about a man she worked with. The guy had always been friendly with her and others, but lately he’d been paying more attention to her than usual. It was still innocent, friendly chit-chat, but to me, it was a foot in the door.
I told my wife that it was clear this man was interested in her, and if she liked him and was interested in him, she would consider giving it a whirl. Over and over, she told me she didn’t need it, but never once did she say she didn’t want it. No matter how much I tried to reassure her I was fine with it, that I wanted her to be pleasured by a real man with a real, long, fat dick, she declined. Then one day, the dude from work — Gregory, a tall, muscled, sophisticated black man — called her while we were together and asked her if she wanted to go out for a drink after work. As I watched on, a loving, comforting smile on my face, she nervously accepted his invitation.
They made arrangements to meet at a nice restaurant on the outskirts of town. There, no one would recognize them and they could get some much-needed private time to talk. When my wife told me, I was so happy, I felt I could literally jump for joy. I actually found myself fantasizing about how the date would go, dreaming about what they would do and what they would talk about. Friday could not come soon enough!
By the time the end of the week finally rolled around, I was a ball of excited energy. I felt like a bottle of soda, shaken and under pressure. There was so much pent-up sexual energy under my skin, I probably could have powered a rocket into space. I helped my wife get ready, choosing a sexy black mini dress, garter belt and stockings for her to wear on her outing. She was going to wear a pair of matching black panties, but I convinced her to remove them before she left. My wife’s such a good girl, and she doesn’t like going out without her knickers, but I winked and told her about what a treat it would be for Gregory.
“Yes! Without a doubt, I want you to do this!”
That was the answer I gave my wife when she was walking out the door that day, a date with Gregory about to commence.
“Go on, have fun!” I urged her. “Be safe!”
I reassured her that if at any point she felt uncomfortable and wanted to stop, she could. But I could see the resolve in her eyes — she was going to go through with this. She looked so beautiful, and she smelled so nice, and everything was going to be fine.
She left, and I retreated back into the house. I was a wreck. So many emotions were battling inside my body at that time. I, of course, had wanted this to happen; I had pushed for it so much. But at the same time, this was going to be my wife’s first lover beside me, and that took some getting used to.
As the date dragged on, things started to become unbearable. I couldn’t tell if I wanted it to be over already so that she would be home with me where she should be or if it was because I wanted so badly to hear what had gone down.
Finally, after having been gone for over six hours, I heard her car pull up and ran to the window to see her walking up to the door. The lock turned, the door opened and she walked in. I ran up to her like a puppy missing its owner after a long day and kissed her on the lips. She pushed me away.
I don’t think it really occurred to me what happened. Confused, I leaned in and kissed her again, and once again she shoved at me, pushing me away from her. Alarmed, I asked her what was wrong. She looked fine, so what could be the problem. Angrily, she told me she’s blown Gregory in the car before arriving and that there was still cum lingering on her lips and in her mouth. I laughed and told her I didn’t care, moving in to deliver another kiss. She pushed me away a third time, shouting “no, that’s so gross!”
Undeterred, I relented. Fine, fine… at least tell me how the evening went! I was dying to know what had happened because she never gave me blowjobs!
She told me that it was a nice date. They had a pleasant dinner with some light chit-chat, that is, until the wine was brought out. They enjoyed the drink, loosening up and becoming more comfortable with one another. At one point, he put his hand on her thigh, and when he looked to her to see if she wanted it removed, she just smiled. His hand moved up slowly, and that was when he discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. He asked if she’d done that for him, and when she said she had, his face broke out into a huge smile.
When they’d finished their meal, he paid the bill and they went out to his car. The casualness from earlier returned, and they spoke of simple things on the drive to his home. When they reached his apartment, it was as if they were totally different people! They could not tear their clothing off fast enough, and they kissed and touched each other until they were so turned on they felt they might burst. He carried her to the bedroom, where he lied her down on the bed and proceeded to eat out her delicious pussy. My wife said that she squirmed and wiggled in immense pleasure as his talented tongue played with her folds, darting around and not missing an inch. After making sure he’d tasted all she had to give, he thrust his manhood into her. She said she didn’t see how big it was, but it was definitely bigger than mine. He took things slowly, pumping into her leisurely while she moaned and whimpered in need. She said it had been her intention to use condoms, but things got so hot so quickly, she completely forgot. When it came time for him to blow, she told him to pull out and cream on her stomach, but it was too late. He ended up depositing some sperm deep inside of her before pulling out and leaving the rest on her overheated skin.
When they were done, they laid down together, tired and sated. They talked some more and cuddled and kissed. After a while, she told him she had to get going. She got dressed, and they went back to the restaurant to get her car. They talked more intimately on the car ride, and he wanted to know when he would be able to see her again. She said she wasn’t sure. Without hesitation, he had also asked about me. He knew my wife was married having seen me come in to have lunch with her on several occasions. He wanted to know if I knew what was going on, and my wife told him that I didn’t and that she would be keeping their affair a secret. When they finally got to her car, she leaned over and blew him, swallowing down his cum before stepping out and into her car to come home.
By the time she was done telling her story, I was as horny as a teenager! She got up then, saying she wanted to get cleaned up, but I told her that my poor dick couldn’t wait. I was so happy for her, and I thanked her repeatedly for doing this for us. She tugged up her skirt and I entered her, going slow because she was feeling sore. I could actually feel the wetness from her co-worker’s cum, and that aroused me so much that I came in about a minute.
So far, she’s only gone on one date like this. She still thinks my request and desire for her is strange. I haven’t pressured her, not the way I had been doing before. She knows now what I want, and I’m sure Gregory is on the other side talking to her, trying to set up another rendezvous. I told her she could do it, but asked that she be open with me about it.
Last week, I went to her office for one of our usual lunch get togethers. I saw Gregory as I was walking through the office, and we exchanged hellos. I went to my wife, gave her a kiss on the cheek and had a normal lunch. It was strange coming so close to the man who had fucked my wife, but I have absolutely no regrets about what went down.
