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 My First Time With Another Man

   Where to begin?  I guess this story should be called "A Series of
Events," as it was a series of events that have changed our lives.  To
start with I have been married to my husband for eighteen years.  My name
is Tamara.  I met my husband at work, and we quickly fell in love.  We
married right after we graduated college.

   About five years ago I lost my job.  It's emotionally challenging to
survive being laid off, but I'm not one to sit around and watch television.
So off I went looking for a new job.  I never thought it would be so hard
to find something.

   As most would agree, the job market has been tight after the dot bomb
days.  So I decided to start a housekeeping business.  That wouldn't
require much money to start, and we knew a few people who were looking for
some help around the house.

   One of my first clients was Craig and his wife.  Over time Craig had
become a friend.  Sure, he tries a little too hard to flirt, but deep down
he is a good person, and very harmless.  It's nice to have a man notice me.
Although his comments could be a little childish, life can become
mundane... and to have a guy notice me, made me feel attractive.

   Last week things went from bad to worse.  We had a credit card bill due,
and no cash.  How were we going to pay the bill?  I remember that day being
difficult, for I had to go out and face the world with a smile, or act as
best I could.  My only client that day was Craig's house.  At least he is
fun.  I just hoped he would not ask too many personal questions, as I
wasn't sure how to keep myself together.

   Craig is a sales rep, and many days he's home when I'm there.  We talk a
little, but I just work around him.  That day I hoped he would not be home.
All of my clients give me keys to their house.  I let myself in, holding my
breath.  I took another deep breath and found that Craig was not home.

   I collected the check for my work, and put it in my purse.  That way I
wouldn't forget it.  I was cleaning for about an hour before Craig walked
in.  We talked a little, and then he asked me (or shocked me) something
that proved to be another life changing event.

   "I really do not want to shock you, but you are so sexy and attractive.
Would you consider working topless?"

   At first I wasn't in the mood to listen to his flirting again.  However,
that time he put down two one hundred dollar bills!  There was the credit
card payment and a little extra.  I took a moment and thought about it. 
What harm would it do?  My only thought was that I wish somehow I could
have asked ,y husband first.  Then I heard these words come out of my
mouth, "You will keep this our little secret?"

   "Of course," he said, looking me in the eye.

   I felt very nervous, as I had just agreed.  At that time in my marriage,
it had been years since a man other than my husband had seen my body.  A
little tingle of excitement shot through my body as it sunk in.

   "Why don't you go up to the bedroom, and come out when you are
comfortable," he said.

   Wow, he is good.  Nervously I made my way to the bedroom.  The closet
doors are mirrors.  At first I was embarrassed, but then something changed.
By looking in the mirror I put myself in his shoes.  The reflection in the
mirror was what he was going to see.  Slowly I removed my shirt and bra. 
My nipples were really hardening, as my body tensed with nerves.  I could
feel the moistness in my pussy growing, and with excitement the situation,
I thought, `its show time!'

   Craig was sitting on a stool in the kitchen.  I made my way over to him,
slowly, wanting him to savor the moment.  His eyes wandered up and down my
body.  They seemed to focus on my breasts.  I thought, `I should have a
plastic surgeon move my eyes to my breasts, as most men like to talk to
them.' I had never considered myself an exhibitionist, until then.  I found
myself enjoying the feeling.

   Craig moved in his chair.  The view of me must have been getting to him.
I wondered, `Will he would want more?  Maybe he'll want to have me get
totally naked.  If he does, can I do more?' I must admit that I was really
starting to like the thought of another man besides my husband seeing me
partially naked, and desiring me.

   Jumping back into my work, I started with the kitchen as I noticed the
dirty dishes.  Thoughts kept flowing through my mind: `Did Craig cook
dinner last night?  Craig has been married for twenty years.  Would his
wife be upset?  Would she want to be here?'

   After a while my nerves calmed down, but I still felt his eyes on me. 
At least my nipples were still hard for him.  He got up and grabbed a beer
from the refrigerator.  He handed one to me.  Normally I don't drink, but
my nerves called for one.  I prefer wine, but (I thought) a beer will do.

   He had a new bulge down in his crotch area.  It was hard not to notice,
no pun intended.  I looked at him.  "You are not shy," I said.

   "Why should I be, its hard from you," he replied.

   "Was that a compliment?"

   "Yes, very much so.  You are so damn hot"

   "Thanks...  I think."

   Craig started to walk around.  Next thing I knew, he was behind me with
his hardness pressing into me.  I couldn't move.  Craig is an attractive
man, but up to that point I never thought of him in a sexual manner. 
Still, I know my mind has often fantasized about how exciting it would be
to be naked for other men, and my pussy was getting wetter still!

   His hands moved in front of me and onto the counter.  When his hands
moved away there was more money.  I was nervous, wondering what he was
thinking.

   "Here is what I want," he said.  "Let me be totally blunt.  I want to
touch you, but I also need you to touch me."

   "What?" What did he mean by that?

   "I want to feel your sexy body, and I want you to touch me," he said. 
He took my hands and placed my hand on the bulge at his crotch.

   My hands moved to the money, and I counted it.  My mind was racing
trying to figure out what I should do.  `Oh my, he really likes me.  Can I
do that?  It's only a massage.  Well, a one body part massage.  I can do
that.'

   Then his hands moved up my body and cup my bare breasts.  His hands were
a little rough.  I guessed he did not need any foreplay, as I could feel
that his hardened cock was straining at it's containment.  `I had gone that
far, so why not finish with pleasing him even more?  Would that be
considered cheating?  His hands do feel good.' He touched me different than
my husband.  I let him touch me, and I was thinking, `It is so hot to be in
another man's arms, with him touching me all over with his erotic desires!'

   His fingers moved to my hard, aching nipples.  He took my hand and
placed it back on him.  Instinctively I started to stroke him.  After a few
minutes of that he led me to his bedroom.  `How far will I let him take
this?  How far will he want to take this' was all I could think about.  I
was so nervous, but surprisingly very aroused.

   I was frozen, almost nude in front him...  and in front of those large
mirrors.  I watched as he undressed.  `Not too bad,' I thought, `but he
could work out a little to tone up.' He grabbed some oil and laid down on
the bed.  He called me over to him.  Catlike, I crawled up to him on the
bed and took the oil.  His hands reached out, and he pulled me next to him.

   I take his hard dick with my oily hand.  He closed his eyes.  `This is
easy,' I thought, `and the money is great.' Two hours earlier if anyone
would have told me this would be happening, I would say "you're nuts." Time
to focus on what Craig had paid for.  `How long has it been since I touched
a new man's hard cock?' And I must admit, I was getting very aroused by his
advances with me!

   The oil made a little noise that made me giggle a little.  I tried my
best to stop giggling.  I was starting to feel a little guilty, because my
body wanted to take him.  I had to fight myself, as I wanted to mount him.
`How would he feel in me?' My hands stroked him faster, giving him
pleasure, and testing his stamina.

   Craig started to moan.  I could tell he was getting close.  That was
about to be the first time I had had another man's cum in my hand, besides
my husbands.  My hands gripped around him a little tighter.  I watched as
he became harder and started to throb in my hands.

   His veins grew larger, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer before he
blew.  My mind wandered on.  `I don't know why his dick feels so different,
but it is just so very exciting.  Maybe it's the "newness" that is arousing
me.  And, I feel my little pussy getting wetter!  How much will he cum?  I
can't wait to find out.'

   "That's it baby, cum for me!" I whispered to him.

   He moaned louder.  My thoughts moved into high gear.  `I bet he's
thinking about getting into my pussy.  He wants to fuck me.' Then I said
it! "Think about how good you would feel, if you were inside me.  Think
about my tight little married pussy that no other man except my husband has
had since we were married, and how wet it is from playing with that big
lovely cock of yours!"

   I couldn't believe what I had just said!  He grabbed my hand, and thick
steams of his cum landed on our hands, my wrist, and his belly.  He must
have enjoyed that!

   He asked me to clean it up, so I reached to get some tissues.  He
stopped me and I said, "What are you doing, baby?" He said, "No, not like
that.  You need to lick it up.  Lick the cum up, and swallow it, Tamara!"

   I felt both embarrassed and excited at the same time.  I leaned over and
began licking every spurted drop of cum his cock had squirted out.  After a
few minutes, he got up and went into the bathroom.  I went back to the
cleaning.

   I think we were both embarrassed a little by what we just did.  When he
came out we made small talk.  As I was getting ready to leave he gave me a
hug and said, "I can't wait until next time."

   Before I left I thought I should find Craig once more.  I came around a
corner and saw him in the kitchen.  I gathered up all my cleaning items,
and walked over to let him know I was leaving.

   As I looked at his face, I knew I must say something before I left. 
"You know Craig, I really liked doing that for you, you know, what we just
did.  It got me very hot!  Maybe next time I'll give you something sweet
and soft to unload that man-sauce on, or even into...  free of extra
charge! You are one naughty boy Craig."

   "Yes I guess I am," he said, "but you need to know that I will have to
tell my wife what we did.  I don't want to hide anything from her, and I
will want to assure her that it is her that I love so very much, you and I
were just having fun...  right?"

   I replied, "Yes, I agree.  And I'll be telling my husband, as he has
been wanting me to try being with another man.  He has given me permission
to use my discretion on what to do.  He just insists that if I do
something, I must tell him the hot details.  He gets so hot just talking
about how he wants me to do it.  Imagine how hot it will get him to know I
finally tried some intimate play with another man, as he has been urging! I
guess he's right.  Sex can be just a fun thing for two opposite sex
friends."

   I went on, "At first I thought you were nuts."

   "But you liked it...  didn't you," Craig asked.

   He came over to me and started to tickle me.  "OK I admit it," I said,
"Yes I totally enjoyed our afternoon." Just before leaving I turned to him
with a smile and said, "We can do more next time...  if you want," and with
that I walked away, still hot and damp down below.

   Well that was definitely a life-changing event.  The rest of my day was
good.  We had money, and life was looking better.  I figured that I hadn't
been too naughty.  Surprisingly I never felt any guilt.  That was a start
to my finding out how exciting being with another man besides my husband
could be.  And, honestly, I loved it so already!

   That night as my husband and I cuddled in bed, I told him that I had
actually experimented with what he had been wanting me to do.  He looked
questioningly at me.  I stroked his dick as I told him what I did with
Craig, and what I was contemplating for my next visit to Craig's house.

   I could not believe how hot my hubby got as I told him.  He kissed and
licked me all over before dipping his very hard cock inside me.  We enjoyed
some really hot sex that night.

   The next day I heard my husband on the phone.  He actually called Craig
and thanked him!  It goes without saying that on my next cleaning trip to
Craig's house I not only did my work topless, I let him take me to bed. 
That was fun...  I mean really fun.

   I ran into Craig's wife at the super market a few days later.  At first
I wasn't sure how to handle the conversation.  Fortunately, she was very
understanding.  She said, "Craig is such a horny guy.  I'm glad he finally
found someone with whom he can let off some of his sexual steam."

   Craig and his wife moved a few months later (after he and I had enjoyed
numerous afternoons in his bed).  A few weeks after he was gone my husband
and I went out for drinks one night.  He introduced me to a single male
friend he thought I would like.  He was right...  I liked him.

   We brought him home with us that night, and I ended up experiencing my
first threesome.  He (George) is now a regular weekend guest at our home...
and I have been getting lots of enjoyable sex from both my hubby and
George.