My First Encounter

The only person I had been with since I was 17 until I was 25, was my husband. Our sex life was/is great but I had an itch to be with another man. To experience having dirty sex with someone else. (See my previous blog posts to see what brought this about).

A few nights before going to see a friend of mine for a night of drinking and unwinding, he and I started exchanging sexy text messages. We've been flirty with each other for as long as I can remember, but we had never seen each other naked. That night, I decided we needed a change. I sent him several pictures, of my breasts through my shirt, my nipples hard and straining through. Pictures of my legs while wearing a nightie, and a picture of my breasts. The last picture got caught in cyberspace and for some reason wouldn't deliver.

THe next day, I went to his house. I offered to bring wine since we usually drink until the early hours of the night. He declined, however, saying that he was "off drinking for awhile". This was suspicious to me. The first thing I thought of was "maybe he wants to have sex. Maybe alcohol inhibits him in some way?" To this day I still don't know what was true. But it doesn't matter.

I arrive at his house and go into his basement bedroom/den. We made a little small talk, all the while I could feel his gaze on me. He asked "so, what picture were you trying to send me last night?" Blushing, I pulled up the photo on my phone, and sat back watching him while he stared for a long time. "Nice..." is all he said.

Suddenly, he moved closer to me, putting his left arm around the back of the couch, behind me, and pulled me close to him. He kissed me on this mouth, his trimmed beard tickling my lips and my cheeks. His right hand went to my cheek and he brushed away my long hair. He pushed my black cardigan off of my shoulders, revealing a tank top and my bra straps. His tongue met mine, sending a rush of electricity straight down to my abdomen.

He broke away from our kiss and leaned his back into the couch. "I want you to straddle me" he breathed, and nervously, I did. I was wearing yoga pants and my tank top and my breasts were level to his face. I leaned down to kiss him again, our hands moving over each other's bodies.

He broke from our kiss again, reaching up to slowly slide down one bra strap, and then the other. He then reached under the back of my shirt, quickly snapping the clasp on my bra. I took the cue, reached under my clothes and pulled the bra free, flinging it to the floor.

I could feel his erection through his jeans, pushing into my leg. His hands cupped my breasts, pulling at the fabric of my shirt to reveal my nipples, which he sucked and licked gently. I leaned into him and arched my back as he sucked and slightly bit me.

I raised my arms over my head and he slid his hands up my back, pushing my shirt up and over, letting it fall to the floor. Boldly, I managed to stammer "How about we go to the bed?" He stood up, leading me by the hand to his bed.

Before we laid down, I whispered "I think you are wearing too much" and I lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his tattooed chest and biceps. Back and forth we went, removing each other's clothing until nothing was left but my panties and his erection. Moving to the bed, he leaned over me, kissing my mouth, my neck, my chest, my breasts and nipples. I lifted my hips to allow him to remove my panties, tossing them to the floor.

His hand wandered down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I was so nervous. Did he find me attractive? what did he think of my body? Is my skin soft enough?

I sat up, allowing him to lie on his back and while holding eye contact with him, I moved my way down his body to his cock. I held the shaft in my hand, looking up at him as I took the tip in my mouth, sucking lightly. I ran my tongue along the length of his thick shaft (thicker and larger than my husband's), lubing him with my spit. I plunged his cock into my mouth, as far as I could take it into my throat, heading him moan and tense against me. I slid my mouth up, stopping to suck on the tip, flicking my tongue against it. I used my hand to keep pressure on every spot my mouth wasn't in contact with.

I wasn't sure if I should make him cum. Should I try? Will he be able to? What if he can't fuck me if he's just came? I decided against it and after a solid 5 minutes of the best head I knew how to give, I crawled back up to meet him.

He was breathing heavier and was obviously majorly turned on as he ran his hand down and between my legs. I leaned back as I felt him massage my clit and rubbing my wetness. He pushed one finger inside of me, causing me to gasp, and then another finger.

"God, you're so tight, I'd be surprised if I fit in there" he breathed to me.

"Let's find out" I said. I can't even believe I managed to say that.

He got up for a condom, a Magnum, and came back to me. He leaned between my legs and I guided his dick to me. He pushed inside of me, my favorite part of sex, and I gasped as I felt his huge dick stretching me. It didn't hurt, and I was surprised, but it felt amazing. He pushed slowly into me at first, then gained momentum. I clawed at his back and gasped as he filled me out. He reached behind my knees and pushed them towards my face so he could kneel and look at me. This position allowed him to be even deeper inside of me, and I was panting with pleasure. He used his thumb to massage me, and soon my body contracted as I felt the icy wave of an orgasm surge towards my clit.

Soon after he was nearing his own climax and I asked him "please cum for me, please" and I felt his dick throbbing inside of me.

He rolled off of me, onto him back with a smile on his face.

Yours,
Birdie