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This story contains M/M sex.
Lauren and I have been married for 26 years. We both have healthy sexual appetites that have resulted in plenty of hot sex. When you have plenty of hot sex, you don’t have much right to complain, but there is something missing. Lauren comes from a conservative upbringing. With this background, our sexual expression has always been rather vanilla. Well, I shouldn’t say ‘always’ because things really changed about a year ago. Wow, did they change!
We have fallen into a pattern of having sex on Sunday mornings. On this particular morning, after I had teased and licked Lauren’s clit to a fantastic orgasm, she rode me for a while, and then I put the head of my 6-inch cock on her clit and let her rub it around until she was panting again. I plunged into her and pounded her relentlessly until I shot a massive load in her wet pussy. Damn, was that good. My balls were drained, and we cuddled together in the afterglow.
After we had cooled down, Lauren surprised me with a question I would have never expected. She asked, “Tell me about your first sexual experience.”
What?! Where the hell did that come from? She had never expressed any interest or curiosity about my sexual experiences before we were married. I had always wanted to ask her about her experiences before we met, but her reluctance to address the subject always made me gun-shy. The question completely disorientated me.
I didn’t want to avoid the question because I knew it was my only chance to have the opportunity to reciprocate and discover her earliest experiences. But, at the same time, I was mortified at the idea of answering her honestly. That is because my first sexual experience was with another male! A boy, actually, a teenager. We were both young, just 18 years old. He was more sexually mature than me. I was shy in high school and barely dated, but in my junior year, I had a girlfriend for a few months. We kissed, and she let me feel her tits, but I had never got so much as a hand job. I was embarrassed to be a virgin still, but that is where I was.
I kind of froze up, mumbling a couple of “umms…” and “well…” and generally stalling.
Lauren sensed something was wrong and tried to soothe and make me feel at ease. She said, “Don’t worry, I know that first experiences are awkward and can make you feel weird. And I know guys can get nervous and shoot off without being touched. Did that happen to you? Did you have a premature ejaculation?”
“No!” I said, a little too aggressively.
That got her angry, and she said, “I’m only trying to get over your stalling. Don’t be so uptight. Can’t you just spit it out and tell me what happened?”
“Okay,” I said. “The reason I’m stalling is because it is embarrassing. The first person that ever made me cum was a boy, not a girl.”
“What the fuck!” exclaimed Lauren. “Your first sex was with a boy? I can’t believe it. You’re bisexual!? How have you kept all that secret over all the years we’ve been married?” Lauren was worked up now, and I felt ashamed and defensive. She took the offensive. “I want to hear about this, gay boy, and you better not leave out any of the details.”
I was screwed now. I started out saying, “I had a friend, Bill, who invited me to his wealthy uncle’s cottage on a lake”. The ‘cottage’ was actually a really nice house, and there was a boathouse on the lake with a fancy wooden motorboat. We went swimming, and after we dried off, Bill said “let’s take a hike.”
We hadn’t changed our clothes; we were still wearing our swimming trunks. We got out into the woods, and Bill said, “Let’s take a break and rest a while against this tree.” It was an unusual tree because it had a thick, low branch that grew almost horizontally to the ground, just a couple of feet off the ground. I was lying against the branch when Bill pulled down his swim trunks.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, and out popped his hard cock. I don’t know how big it was, but it was clearly bigger than mine.
Suddenly, Lauren interrupted to say, “What do you mean, you don’t know how big it was? Men always know how big a penis is. How big was it?”
“It was large, okay, Lauren!? It was 8 inches, and it was really thick,” I said.
Lauren laughed out loud. “Oh my God, you’re a homo and a size queen to boot!” she said. I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. “Go on, what happened next?” she asked.
I replied, “Bill started stroking his cock. He asked me if I liked it? I said yeah, it’s okay – it’s really big.” Then he said, “let me see yours.” I really didn’t think anything of it. I pulled off my trunks, and there were my cock and balls, free of restraint, out in the open in the woods. My cock was starting to get hard, which I found embarrassing, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
Bill escort bursa said, “I want to see it hard. Take my cock in your hand and give it a few strokes. That will get you hard.” He came closer to me and took my hand, and put it on his cock. I wrapped my fingers around him – I was shocked by how hard and hot his dick was. I gave him a few strokes. He moaned, “Oh yeah, that feels good. Keep stroking it.”
As he predicted, my cock hardened to full erection. My balls tingled. I kept stroking him, and I let my index finger slide over the head of his dick. I could feel something wet, and as the wetness spread as I continued stroking, the skin of his cock got very slippery.
“That’s my pre-cum,” he said breathily. “You should taste it – pre-cum is sweet and has no flavor.”
Suddenly Lauren burst out, “What a fucking pervert you are – you gave him a blowjob?”
I didn’t know what to say or how to defend myself. “Lauren,” I said, “I never had sex before, and the whole scene made me really horny. So, I got down on my knees and grabbed his cock with both hands. Then I stuck out my tongue and licked his pee slit. A big glob of pre-cum came out, and I licked again to taste it. He pulled back a few inches, and a string of pre-cum connected my tongue and his cock. It was really lewd, but I was really into it at that point.”
“This is unbelievable – what a faggot you are,” Lauren exclaimed. “Keep going, I want to hear more about your cocksucking adventure.”
“Well,” I said. “Bill said open your mouth, so I did. Then he moved in and pushed his dick right into my mouth. I was momentarily stunned; I didn’t know what to do.”
“Yeah, right,” said Lauren. “It seems to me you knew exactly what he wanted, and you knew precisely how to coax the jizz out of his fat cock!” I couldn’t believe this was my Lauren, using really explicit language. I was shocked, but I was also really turned on. My cock was hard again – really hard.
I continued on, saying, “I didn’t do anything at first, so Bill pulled back and pushed forward. We wanted some friction on his dick, and I remembered seeing how porn stars gave a blowjob. So, I started to bob my head up and down his shaft, and I swirled my tongue around the head a few times. He really liked that. He moaned and told me I was a really good cocksucker. I was humiliated being called that, but I was really into it, and I was horny out of my mind. I didn’t care that it was a guy that I was doing it with.”
“Okay,” Lauren said. “Now we’re getting down to it. You love cock, and you probably always have.”
“No,” I said. “It isn’t like that. It was just the horniness of my first sexual experience.”
“I don’t think so,” she said. “But I’ll think about that later. For now, finish the story.”
“Well, I was bobbing on his cock, and he said ‘don’t forget my balls.’ I wasn’t sure what he meant, I wondered if he wanted me to suck his balls. I took his balls in my hand and kneaded them gently.” Again, he moaned out in pleasure. Bill said, “That’s it, play with my balls like that cocksucker. Keep up the good work, and you’ll get a big reward.”
“His cock was as hard as a steel bar. It was coated with my saliva and slid in and out of my mouth easily. I had his balls in my left hand, and with my right hand, I started to stroke his dick while I bobbed on his shaft. He started moaning, and he pulled out and said, ‘Jerk it good’.” I was watching his cock as I stroked it vigorously. His cockhead looked huge, like a huge purple-red mushroom, with a thick rim.”
Lauren was a little breathless as she urged on. “Come on, keep going,” she said, “this is starting to get good.”
I told her, “Suddenly, his cock hardened even more, his breathing shortened, and his balls tightened.”
“Keep stroking,” he grunted, “and a moment later, he pushed his cock back into my mouth. I knew to be prepared, but I didn’t know how exactly. He let out a loud groan, and immediately, my mouth was flooded with hot sperm. I felt a choking sensation as the hot cum hit the back of my throat. He pulled out and spurted three or four thick ropes of cum on my face.”
“Holy shit!” Lauren shouted. “Your first sexual experience and you get a facial! Most guys get a hand job from a girlfriend. Not you, though – you go full-on gay boy and end up with a facial. Incredible! What a perv you are. What did you do with all that cum on your face?”
“I didn’t like the feeling of the cum on my face, and some got in my eye, and it burned,” I said. “I was rubbing my eye to get the cum out, and out of nowhere, I felt his semi-hard cock slapping my cheek. He took his cock in his hand and started smearing all the cum on his cock and all over my face, then he held his cock in his hand in front of my face and told görükle escort me to clean him up. He pushed his cock at my mouth. I was humiliated and disgusted but didn’t know what to do. So I opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock in. It wasn’t fully erect. He told me to lick up all the tasty jizz. I licked his shaft and swirled my tongue around the head. All I could taste was salty, pungent cum. Then I pushed him away. Bill was satisfied at that point. He chuckled as he told me, ‘You’re a good cocksucker – you can suck me off any time you want.’ I had gone soft by this time because I felt ashamed. I got up and put on my swim trunks. I started toward the lake. Bill laughed as he called after me. ‘That’s right, cocksucker, take a swim to wash all that good cum off.'”
Lauren looked stunned and mad. I could tell she was processing everything she heard, and I wondered what this meant for us in the future. I was hoping to hear about her first sexual experience, but considering how pissed she looked, I had to wonder if she was in the mood to tell me. After a minute of silence, Lauren asked me what happened next.
I told her, “After I cleaned up in the lake, I toweled off, grabbed my t-shirt, went to my car, and drove home.”
“So that was it?” Lauren asked. “You didn’t even get your rocks off?”
“No,” I said. “I was feeling ashamed and guilty. I just wanted to get out of there.”
“Did you masturbate when you got home?” she asked.
“Yes, my balls were aching, and I knew I had to ejaculate to relieve the pressure,” I admitted.
The Lauren asked, in a rather provocative voice, “Did you eat your cum when you spurted?”
I replied, not particularly convincingly, “What? No, why would I do that?”
My mind was spinning at this point. Where was Lauren getting the idea that I would eat my own cum, I wondered. I couldn’t admit that I had done exactly that a few times, but I was too ashamed to let on.
I didn’t have to wonder where Lauren got the idea too long because, in a matter-of-fact voice, she said, “Well, you don’t sound too confident about that, but more to the point, you swallowed Bill’s seed earlier that day; I had the feeling you developed a real taste for cum. Did you?”
“No!” I said, perhaps a little too forcefully. I’m not a cum eater.”
“Well, we will see about that,” Lauren said in an amused voice. “I see that admitting to your homo desires had made you hard again,” she cooed.
She was right; I was turned on by telling this story and Lauren’s reaction, which was unexpected given her vanilla tendencies – but quite welcome.
“I want to see you jerk that little cock of yours,” she said. I had never jerked off in front of her before, but the thought of it got me even more turned on. I started to stammer, and she cut me off abruptly. “Now!” she hissed.
Responding to her command, I wrapped my hand around my member and started to stroke. She watched intently, and it was so erotic that I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last long.
“Cup your balls with your other hand,” Lauren commanded. “Keep up a steady pace, but don’t you dare cum without my permission.”
Lauren got off the bed and went into the bathroom. She came back quickly and told me to stop for a second. She told me to hold out my hands and squirted a big dollop of lube into my hands. She told me to, “Spread that on your cock and balls – I want to see them all wet and shiny and slippery”. I did what I was told, and the sensation was exquisite. “Okay, keep up the stroking and play with your balls”, she said. “I want you to build up a really nice load for your breakfast.”
My breakfast! Oh shit, she was serious about the cum eating.
I was close to cumming, and I told Lauren. She adjusted her position on the bed, lying down with her head propped up on two pillows. She told me to straddle her. I was thinking that she was going to take my cock in her mouth, but I immediately dismissed that notion considering how she had taken charge and mentioned me eating my ejaculate. “Unh! unh!” I groaned as my orgasm approached. I felt a big load building up, and I was ready to let it fly. I knew that if I shot my wad in the position we were in, she was likely to get some of my jizz on her face. But again, that didn’t seem like something she would be okay with.
“I’m gonna cum Lauren!” I blurted out as the moment approached.
“No, no, not yet,” she cried. “Hold off as long as you can so that it will be a really big load. When you shoot, direct the cum onto my tits – and if I get so much as a drop on my face, you will be one sorry homo,” she said.
I held out for almost another minute. Then I couldn’t hold out a second longer, and I spurted six ropes of hot cum on her. It was an awesome orgasm.
Lauren was in complete control now, and she knew it. “Okay cum eater,” she instructed, “get your tongue down here and clean up your sticky mess. I’m sure you like it hot, so get going before it cools off.”
She lifted herself up a little, and when she did so, a big glob of jizz slid down her right breast and approached her nipple. Then, it started to drip off the nipple. It was such a hot sight that I couldn’t resist. I opened my mouth and enveloped her cummy nipple. I could taste my creme. It was a little pungent, but not bad.
“Just like I thought, you’re a faggot cum slut,” purred Lauren. It was humiliating to hear her say that, but if anything, it turned me on.
I was licking up all of the cum on her tits and belly, and she was laughing at me while repeating, “What a cum slut, such a cum slut.”
After that day, our relationship took a turn. In most respects, things were the same as they had been. But our sexual relationship had changed. For the first few weeks after that Sunday, Lauren wasn’t interested in sex. She said that it was a shock to her to discover I was gay, and she was having trouble coping with it. She said it bothered her that I had never told her before. I told her that I wasn’t gay because it was one single time, something I never did again. I wasn’t sexually experienced, and what happened that day was a one-off, something that overwhelmed me, and I lost control of the situation.
We discussed it more, and Lauren said that the way I slurped my cum off her breasts and belly was clear evidence that I wanted to eat cum. I tried to explain that it was a highly charged, erotic moment and that eating cum was something that many straight guys do with their wives and girlfriends. I could tell Lauren was having difficulty buying what I was selling. I wasn’t particularly surprised, considering her vanilla attitude toward sex.
I reminded Lauren that she hadn’t told me about her first experience as we had originally agreed. She corrected me immediately and said she never agreed to that; she had asked me about my first experience and whether she shared was to be dependent on what I shared. And what I shared freaked her out. I asked her, “did you find any part of my story erotic?”
Lauren shocked me when she replied, “Actually, yes, the image of you with your mouth stuffed with Bill’s cock turned me on.” She continued by saying, “I never expected it would, but when I saw it in my mind’s eye, I must admit it was a turn-on. I’m not happy that you have a gay side, but maybe there is something that we can do with that – something to bring me pleasure, not just you and your cock-lust.”
I didn’t know exactly what she meant by that, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. But the idea of blowing a guy for her amusement was far kinkier than anything I ever dreamed she would get into. I was cautiously optimistic that Lauren would take control and get her wish.
About two weeks later, after I concluded that sex with Lauren was never going to happen again, she shocked me one evening. “Kevin,” see said seductively, “I’m horny. Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” she purred.
I didn’t waste any time stripping off my clothes. I was already hardening when she commanded, “Stroke your little dick; make it hard; I want to watch you jerk it.” Her domineering tone was a real turn-on. I did as instructed, and within seconds, I was rock hard.
“Stroke it lightly, cum slut,” she teased. “See if you can coax some precum out of it as an appetizer. I know you love to eat cum.”
In short order, a glob of precum appeared on my pee slit. Lauren told me to coax it onto my finger, then lick it off it. I did as I was told, and she asked me, “How does it taste? Do you like it? Do you want more?”
“It tastes good”, I replied sheepishly.
“Okay,” Lauren said. “Now it is time for you to taste what real men prefer. Take off my panties and get to work on my pussy, I need to orgasm.”
I was only too happy to lick and fondle her clit. She was really getting into it, her breath becoming rapid, with moans signaling her approaching orgasm. I slipped two fingers into her saturated pussy, and that pushed her over the edge. She came hard.
When she calmed down, she told me, “Get some lube, rub it all over your cock and balls, sit down facing me in the lotus position, and play with your balls and jerk your little dick for your wife.”
As much as I was trying to extend the pleasure, the lack of sex had me overwhelmed with need. Lauren saw that I was on the edge and quickly commanded me to shoot my load on her pussy. I shot 4 thick ropes on her pussy and belly.
“Okay cum-eater, you know what to do now,” Lauren said as she wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled my head down onto her drenched pussy. “I know how much you like it, so don’t miss any.”
This episode gave me a good indication of where things were going in our sex lives. Where things went after Lauren took total control will be a story for another time.