First Time Shared Wife Ch. 01 by XeniaDei

The lovers switched positions a few times, alternating between Jen on her back, and on all fours, with Peter fucking her doggy style, which freed Mark to lazily stroke his own cock.

Jen began shaking uncontrollably after about fifteen minutes, moaning, almost screaming, and rubbing her clit as Peter gently fucked her from behind.

“I just came!” she announced, head down, without looking up, as she struggled to regain her breath.

“I can see, my love,” Mark responded. “I think you’re going to cum a lot more before Peter’s done with you,” he added, looking at Peter for confirmation, hoping he hadn’t overpromised.

“Many more times,” Peter confirmed.

Mark felt relieved. The last thing he wanted at this point was for his wife to be disappointed.

Peter turned Jen over to fuck her on her back, and began to stroke in and out of her very, very slowly, teasing her.

“Fuck me harder!” Jen screamed. “Harder, I need it harder!”

Peter ignored her pleas. “Cum for me and I’ll fuck you harder.”

Jen rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples furiously, trying to make herself cum. She began to shake uncontrollably, Peter holding his slow pace as she did.

“I just came so much, so much,” she whispered after her shaking had died down.

Peter then began pounding her harder, true to his word. After Jen came again, he slowed down, this time for good.

“Where do you want my cum, babe?” Peter was close to ejaculating.

“Where should he cum, honey?” Jen looked up at her husband.

“Wherever you want, love, this is your party.”

“In my mouth, I want your cum in my mouth!” Jen shrieked, looking at Peter.

“Ok, sweetie, get on the floor, on your knees and open your mouth for me.”

Jen and Peter quickly got off the bed, Peter standing before her.

Mark moved up to the edge of the bed, his feet on the carpet, and locked his gaze on his wife. This he would not miss.

“Stick out your tongue for me, babe.”

Peter stood towering over her, and slowly jerked his massive cock while Jen waited patiently for his semen, head tilted up, mouth wide open, tongue thrust out.

With loud grunts, Peter quickened his jacking-off, and jets of thick, white sperm exploded from his shiny, purple cock head. Thick sperm landed on her tongue, in her mouth, and on her face, neck and hair. Jen ate as much of Peter’s cum as she could, then licked and kissed his hard cock for a full two minutes.

“Thank you,” Jen looked up at Peter when she was done.

Peter felt he should be the one thanking Jen, but he understood what the correct response should be: “you’re welcome, sweetie.”

Jen turned to her husband and grinned: “that was wonderful, my love. Thank you so much!”

Mark hesitated for a second to kiss his bride, with her mouth and face coated in another man’s cum. He changed his mind when he realized the importance of showing his support for her in such a moment of emotional vulnerability. To his surprise, he found tasting Peter’s cum oddly arousing, and ended up licking Jen’s face and neck clean. He had tasted his own cum many times before, of course, but never that of another man. It tasted a little different. Different diets, he assumed.

Mark hadn’t cum yet, so Jen finished him off with a nice sloppy blowjob. Unsure about whether he should leave, but getting no invitation to do so, Peter decided to stay, and stroked himself to another orgasm while he watched. After Mark ejaculated into his wife’s mouth, husband and wife exchanged a wet kiss, and joked about which of the men’s semen tasted better. Jen refused to offer judgement, just saying: “they’re different.”

What could have been an awkward moment after the sex was over, surprisingly went quite smoothly. Jen and Mark thanked Peter profusely. The latter got dressed, and with a handshake from Mark, and a kiss on the cheek from Jen, left for home.

“We should do this again,” were Jen’s last words to Peter.

Did you have fun, honey?” Mark asked his wife as they were getting ready for bed.

“Oh, yes, my love, it was so hot, I loved every second of it! I don’t know how many times I came.”

“How about you?”

“I loved it! Watching you getting fucked, you looked so beautiful! It was so sexy. I loved how you worshipped his cock!”

At breakfast, the next morning, Jen looked radiant. “Can we call Peter again?” Jen asked after she sat down to join her husband.

“Of course, my love. We can call him whenever you want.”

“Whenever I want?”

“Sure, honey. As I said, whenever you want.”

“Ok, I’ll let you know!” Jen gave her husband a wicked grin. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too.”

As they sipped on their coffee, a little fearful of what she might say, Mark threw out the question that had begun brewing in his mind, once the excitement of the previous night had simmered down. He didn’t know quite how to phrase it, and finally settled on a number scale: “on a one to ten scale, how would you rate last night’s fuck?”

“Eleven or twelve,” Jen laughed. Then after a moment of silence: “I’ve really never been fucked like that, you know.”

“I’m really glad you enjoyed it!” Mark smiled at his wife.

With that, he took off for the office.

In his seat, on the train heading to his office, he suddenly found himself panicking. What had she meant with those words: “I’ve really never been fucked like that?” Was he losing Jen? Had this been a horrible mistake?

“You need to calm down and think this rationally,” he told himself. “If you say or do something stupid, that’s it. Your marriage will be over.”

He breathed in deeply a few times to compose himself. He replayed the evening and this morning in his head. Jen had obviously had a good time. She did not seem at all troubled by the experience. In fact, at breakfast she had looked radiant, as Mark had noticed. Those powerful words came back: “I’ve really never been fucked like that.” What did that mean?

“Think, think!” Mark told himself. Maybe this was all in his head, long forgotten insecurities now resurfacing. Something told him everything would be okay, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what that was. “Just don’t say or do anything stupid,” he reminded himself.

Lost in thought, he got off the train at his station, walked the two blocks to his office building, took the elevator up to the thirty-seventh floor, and walked into his offices. He barely noticed any of the staff greeting him. When his secretary Marlene brought him his cup of coffee, he noticed for the first time where he was.

“Okay, let’s put things in perspective,” he thought to himself. He decided to put his thoughts on paper. He would make a list of important points.

1.- He had always thought of himself as a good lover. So that was that.

Those words just kept coming back “I’ve really never been fucked like that.”

What did she mean by that?

2.-Was Peter a better fuck than him? Perhaps. In fact, lots of men would surely be better than him. He couldn’t realistically expect to be the best in the whole world, could he?

3.-Peter wasn’t that good in bed, surely, Mark told himself. Granted, his cock was much bigger than his own, but that wouldn’t necessarily mean he was a better lover. Peter didn’t have that tenderness that Mark thought was so important.

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