The First Time - Part 1

"Are we really doing this?" Mia asked as she paced nervously.

"We don't have to do this," Ricky replied as he got up from the desk chair and tried to take his wife into his arms for a hug. She turned and walked away, though, continuing her nervous pacing as if she was trying to wear out the thin hotel carpet in front of the bed. "I could text him and tell him not to come. You and I could just spend a night in this lovely hotel room. We could order room service, put on a movie, and just chill out. We really don't have to do this."

Mia turned and stopped. "But you want to do this," she said.

Ricky nodded. "Yes, I do. I thought you wanted to do it, too. I thought you liked Lance, that you found him handsome and charming."

"I do," Mia said as she resumed pacing. "He is handsome. He's hot, really. He's charming, too. He's funny and smart and he seems really confident. He seems like the kind of man that knows how to handle himself in the bedroom."

"And there was that kiss you shared," Ricky said.

Mia smiled as her pacing slowed. "That was a good kiss."

Ricky approached his wife and reached out to take her hand. She stepped closer and into his arms for a tight hug. "If I remember correctly, you were quite wet after that kiss, weren't you?"

The kiss had been a surprise. They'd met Lance for a drink - it was their first time meeting - and after a few hours and a few drinks they all walked out of the bar together. Ricky had figured they'd go their separate ways and get in touch about a second meeting at some point, but Lance had other ideas. He pulled Mia in for a hug - a hug that she seemed to enjoy - and then he kissed her. It was a long, lingering, beautiful kiss, and it had absolutely left her wet, as Ricky had run a hand under her skirt and into her panties the moment they were in their car.

"I was wet," Mia agreed. "And you were excited too, weren't you?"

Ricky nodded. "I was. Excited enough to finger you in the parking lot, and to go down on you when we got home."

"What if tonight changes us?" Mia asked. "What if...what if it changes our marriage? What if having sex with another man changes the way I feel about you?"

"Do you think that's possible?" Ricky replied.

Mia stepped out of his grasp, moved past Ricky, and sat in the chair he'd placed in the corner of the room. "You're going to sit here in this chair and watch another man have sex with me tonight."

Ricky nodded. That's exactly what they'd agreed he'd do, mostly because Mia wasn't comfortable with him doing anything else. She'd even made him put the chair in the darkest corner of the room because she felt a little weird about seeing him as he watched. "Is that a problem?" he asked. "I mean, I'd prefer to watch, but I could also leave if you wanted. I could wait in the lobby while you and Lance have sex. I could wait in the car, I guess."

"No, I don't want you to do that. I want you to be here for it...I don't think I'd feel comfortable otherwise. I'm just worried...I don't know, I guess I'm just worried about the unknowable. I mean, I have no idea if I'll think differently about you after you watch someone else have sex with me, but what if I do?" she asked.

Ricky approached his wife and dropped to his knees in front of her. He reached up and ran his fingers over her knees and under the bottom of her dress. He caressed the soft skin of her thighs and asked, "Did you think differently about me when I shared my fantasy?"

Mia thought about it for a moment and shook her head.

Ricky slowly pushed her dress up her legs and then pulled his wife's hips forward. He leaned in and kissed his way up one of her thighs and down the other. She let out a soft moan - especially when he kissed her inner thighs - and reached out to run her fingers through his hair. "The first time we masturbated together while talking about my fantasy, did you think differently about me?"

"No," Mia said.

"And when I went down on you while you were texting with Lance that first time, did you think differently about me?" he asked.

Mia smiled and shook her head.

"And when I told you how hot it was to watch you kiss another man after our first meeting with Lance, when I fingered you while telling you that, did you think differently about me?" he asked.

"No," Mia said.

Ricky reached up, slipped his fingers into the waistband of his wife's panties, and slowly pulled them off. He pulled her hips a little closer until her pussy was resting right at the edge of the chair and asked, "And if I told you that it would turn me on to lick your pussy so that you're soaking wet for Lance's cock, would that make you think differently about me?"

Mia smiled. "Is that what you want? To lick my pussy so I'm wet for another man?"

Ricky nodded. "It is."

"And if you had a choice between having sex with me in that bed behind you or watching Lance have sex with me, which would you choose?" Mia asked.

Ricky couldn't quite read the expression on his wife's face, but there was only one answer - one honest answer, at least - to that question, so he offered it. "I'd choose to watch Lance have sex with you."

Mia reached out and ran her fingers through his hair before caressing his face. Ricky couldn't read her expression, but her touch was gentle and loving, and he took that as a good sign.

"Does that make you think differently about me?" he asked.

"No," she replied softly. "It doesn't."

Ricky leaned in to kiss her inner thighs and Mia responded with a soft moan. "May I lick your pussy?" he asked.

"To get me wet for Lance?" Mia replied. Ricky nodded and she said, "Yes, you may lick my pussy."

Ricky kissed her labia - which already looked a little bit swollen with desire - and then slipped his tongue inside her. He pushed as deep as he could go and soaked up the taste of her juices, which already seemed considerable, indicating that Mia might have been even more aroused than she let on.

"Mmm, that feels good, baby," she said softly. "I...I like that you want to do this. I like that you shared your fantasy with me. I like that you're so into this idea, Ricky. I do. I'm sorry if it seemed like I was freaking out. The truth is I like Lance, too. He is handsome. He is confident. He is a great kisser."

Ricky moaned into his wife's pussy.

"Does that excite you?" Mia asked. "Do you like that Lance is a good kisser?"

"Yes," Ricky said. "I like the idea of him being good at everything to do with giving you pleasure, to be honest." Ricky wasn't going to admit that he actually liked the idea of Lance being better than him when it came to fucking Mia, as that seemed like it might actually change the way his wife thought of him.

"I guess I like that idea too," Mia replied after a few moments of consideration. "What woman wouldn't, though?"

"I hope the sex is great," Ricky said. "I hope he gives you a great orgasm."

He plunged his tongue back inside her and dragged it all the way up to her clit before licking and sucking on her sex organ just a little. He didn't want Mia to get anywhere near cumming before Lance arrived, but a bit of extra arousal couldn't hurt.

She moaned in response to his clitoral stimulation, gripped the edges of the chair, and said, "I hope he gives me a great orgasm, too. Who knows, maybe he'll give me more than one orgasm."

That was something Ricky had never done, and he couldn't help but hope that Lance would be able to pull off that feat, for that would make it a memorable night for Mia, and that was exactly what Ricky wanted.

A knock on the door interrupted Ricky's cuckold-fueled revelry. Mia's grip on the arms of the chair tightened dramatically as her nervousness seemed to return. She loosened her grip almost immediately, though, and a smile worked its way across her face.

"He's here," she said.

"I can tell him to leave if you want," Ricky replied from his knees. "I really don't mind. If you're not ready for this, that's okay."

Mia stood up and stepped past Ricky. "No, I'm ready. Or, at least I think I'm ready. If it turns out I'm not, I'll let you know, I promise."

Ricky sat in the chair - which he'd agreed was where he'd stay until Mia and Lance were finished having sex - and watched his wife put her panties back on, fix her dress, and head for the door.

"Lance, it's so good to see you again," Mia said.

Ricky looked towards the door to see Lance's eyes wander over Mia, who looked beautiful in a blue and white sundress. She'd tried on a dozen different outfits and ultimately decided to go with something simple because, as she explained it, it seemed like the whole point of the evening was for her clothes to come off.

"Mia, you look beautiful," Lance said as he stepped into the room. "Exquisitely beautiful."

Mia released the door and clasped her hands behind her back as she shyly looked away from Lance. He stepped closer, put a hand on her waist, and pulled her body against his. Mia looked up at him and their eyes locked as Ricky felt the telltale signs of desire ignite between his legs. It was the way that Mia looked up at Lance that did it. There was something in her eyes that made Ricky absolutely certain his fantasy was going to come true.

"I've been thinking about you nonstop since we kissed," Lance said. "I've been thinking about how soft your lips were, and how your body seemed to melt into mine. I've been thinking about how badly I wanted to take you home that night, and how it felt like some part of you wanted the same thing."

"I...there was a part of me that wanted that too," Mia admitted. "That wanted to go home with you, a part of me that found it difficult to wait another week to have you."

She hadn't shared those particular details with Ricky and he found her confession spectacularly arousing. The kiss that followed - the kiss between his wife and the man she would be having sex that night - was far more arousing, though. Lance's hand moved to Mia's lower back and he pulled her closer. She looked up at him and closed her eyes as his lips approached hers. She tilted her head and their bodies melded together as their tongues danced.

Ricky's cock was hard as a rock as he watched his wife seemingly surrender to her desire for Lance. It was the use of their tongues that he found most arousing. It seemed like an overwhelming sign of her desire, of her eagerness to be penetrated by Lance, like she was telling him that she was absolutely in the mood to have sex.

Their bodies remained close as the kiss ended. Mia looked up at Lance for a few seconds before he lifted the bottom of her sundress and pulled it up and over her head. She took a step back and lifted her arms, assisting him in removing her dress and exposing her beautiful body in the simple black lace bra and panty set she had on.

Lance dropped the dress on the floor, took Mia's hand, and led her towards the bed. Ricky's cock throbbed and his heart raced as his wife came closer. They stopped at the foot of the bed and Lance pulled her close for another kiss. The first had been slow and sensual. This kiss was filled with a sense of urgency, as if their need for each other had deepened in the short walk from the door to the bed.

As they kissed, Mia reached back to unhook her bra. A moment after she'd freed her breasts, Lance took one in his hand and gently massaged her perky flesh as Mia moaned into his mouth.

Their lips parted for a moment and Lance spun her around. He took her breasts in his hands and kissed her neck from behind, all while Mia stared directly at Ricky. He wasn't sure if Lance had turned her in that direction on purpose or not, but he loved being able to look into his wife's eyes as another man played with her breasts, kissed her neck, and lured her into a state of overwhelming desire, at least based on the look on her face and the way she moaned.

"Take her panties off," Lance said.

Ricky shifted his gaze to see that the other man was looking right at him. "Me?" he asked.

"Yes," Lance said. "Take your wife's panties off for me."

"I...I can't...I'm not supposed to..."

"It's okay," Mia said before a soft moan escaped her lips. It seemed that she was thoroughly enjoying the way Lance played with her breasts. "You can take my panties off. Just go right back to the chair afterwards."

Ricky got up, approached his wife with a very obvious bulge in his pants, and dropped to his knees to pull her panties down. Lance's hand moved between her legs immediately and Ricky watched two of the other man's fingers move between Mia's pussy lips, eliciting a far louder moan as he simultaneously penetrated her and worked her clit.

Though he wanted to stay and watch, Ricky was more concerned about ensuring his wife was happy, so he moved back to the dark corner the chair rested in. Mia closed her eyes the moment Ricky sat and moaned again, this time while she reached back to stroke Lance's cock through his pants.

"You're soaked, Mia," Lance said. "Does that mean you want me?"

"Yes," she admitted. "I...I want you, Lance. I...I need you."

Ricky suppressed a moan as his wife expressed a desire he'd long fantasized about. It seemed like an absolute certainty that his fantasy was going to become reality, that his wife was going to have sex with another man while he watched.

Lance stepped away from Mia and a distressed look washed over her face. She spun around and her posture relaxed as she saw him unbuttoning his shirt. Mia reached for his belt and Ricky admired his wife's beautiful ass as she worked to free another man's cock.

It wasn't long before Lance's clothes were in a pile on the floor and both he and Mia were naked at the foot of the bed. Ricky didn't have a perfect view, but he did get to see his wife reach out and take Lance's cock in her hand. She looked up at him as her fingers slowly moved up and down the shaft and Ricky saw the smile on Lance's face. It was a look of satisfaction, one that was probably born out of the pleasure of another man's wife lovingly stroking his big dick.

To Ricky's astonishment, Mia sank to her knees in front of Lance and took his cock in her mouth. Her head blocked his view of the blowjob, but Lance was moaning and Ricky heard the sounds of a blowjob, so his wife was absolutely giving head.

"Does she not offer you her mouth all that often?" Lance asked.

Ricky looked up at the man his wife was blowing and nodded. "Not really, no."

Lance smiled like any man would when someone else's wife was gleefully going down on him. Then he stepped back, pulled his cock from Mia's mouth, and said, "We should give him a better view."

Mia shifted on her knees and Lance stepped in front of her. She took his cock in her mouth once more. She didn't even bother looking at Ricky. She just closed her eyes and gave a blowjob to the man she'd met only once before.

Ricky was astounded. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He reached down and stroked his cock through his pants. It felt fantastically good even through two layers of fabric. He was as hard as he'd ever been, too.

"Fuck, Mia, that feels so good," Lance said as he looked down at her.

She pulled her mouth off his cock, looked up at him, and stroked the impressively long, thick, spit-soaked shaft. She kissed the head softly and ran her tongue over it, offering a kind of oral pleasure Ricky had literally never experienced. Not once in his life had his wife seemed so interested in making his dick feel good in that way, and in the moment that translated to an intense form of pleasure.

Lance put a hand on the back of Mia's head and she took him in her mouth again. Ricky moaned at the sight of another man exerting even a minimal level of control over his wife, and it seemed as though Mia thoroughly enjoyed it too, for she offered no resistance and Ricky was fairly certain he heard a quiet moan from his wife.

It seemed like Mia would have been happy to remain on her knees all night, but eventually Lance stepped back and pulled out of her mouth. He helped Mia to her feet and they shared a beautiful kiss before he picked her up and set her in the bed. He stepped back and Ricky stared directly at his wife's pussy as he smiled at the notion that Lance made sure he'd have a perfect view of his wife being penetrated by another man.

"Do you want me to fuck her?" Lance asked.

"Yes, more than anything," Ricky answered.

"And is that what you want, Mia? Do you want me to fuck you?" Lance asked.

Mia lifted her head from the bed and looked at Ricky as she reached between her legs and fingered her pussy. "Yes, I want you to fuck me. More than anything, just like my husband said."

Lance smiled and let his gaze linger between Mia's legs for a few moments before he turned to Ricky and said, "Get me a condom."

Ricky looked at Mia - again he was being asked to violate her rule and get out of the chair - and she nodded immediately. He got up, retrieved the box of condoms from the nightstand, and pulled one out of the box to hand it to Lance.

"Thank you," he said. "Now go down on your wife before I fuck her."

Ricky turned to Mia, who nodded once more. He moved between his wife's legs and pushed his tongue into her pussy. She was soaked. She didn't need his tongue to get her wet, but Ricky suspected that wasn't the point. Lance was doing what turned him on, which seemed to be seizing some level of control.

"Is she wet for me?" Lance asked.

"Yes," Ricky answered.

Lance approached the bed and Ricky backed away and moved to the chair once more. He watched another man crawl between his wife's legs. He saw the head of Lance's condom-wrapped cock press gently against Mia's pussy lips. He heard them kissing as he saw Mia open up for another man and welcome the very tip of his cock. Ricky held his breath as he waited for Lance to penetrate her, but he didn't. Instead he pulled out and they continued to kiss as he rubbed the head of his cock all around her pussy without filling her.

Then Lance turned and looked over his shoulder at Ricky. "Put me inside her," he said.

Ricky sat stone still as he contemplated the request. He couldn't do it. He couldn't touch another man's cock. He couldn't guide that cock into his wife's pussy. It was too weird, and it was so far from what Mia had said she wanted Ricky to do that night.

"Did you hear me?" Lance asked.

Ricky nodded. "I did. I just...I can't. Mia doesn't...she doesn't want me to leave the chair. She doesn't want tonight to change how she thinks about me."

Lance turned back to Mia and kissed her neck. The head of his cock moved to her pussy lips once more and the very tip slipped inside her. He kissed his way from her neck to her breasts and took one of her nipples in his mouth before slipping a few more inches of his cock inside her. He held it there for a few seconds while sucking on her nipple and then pulled out.

Ricky couldn't see his wife's face, but he heard her unleash a desperate moan. He heard the need, the desire in her moan. She wanted Lance inside her. She wanted him to fuck her. That much seemed clear, but it also seemed like Lance wanted something they weren't willing to give him.

"Tell him to put my cock inside you," Lance said softly as he rubbed the head of cock over Mia's pussy. "Tell him to do it and I'll give you what you want. I'll fuck you."

Mia lifted her head from the bed and looked at Ricky. She seemed conflicted, but only for a moment. "Put his cock inside me," she said. "Please, Ricky, put his cock inside me."

Ricky didn't need convincing. He got up and moved towards the bed. He dropped to his knees and reached between Lance's legs. He grasped his cock - the part covered by the condom, which seemed less weird to him - and guided the head between Mia's pussy lips. He held it there until Lance slowly pushed inside her.

Ricky backed away as Mia unleashed a moan unlike any he'd ever heard before. He took his pants off and sat in the chair. He spread his legs, pulled his cock out of his boxers, and stroked it slowly as he watched his fantasy come true.

He was too turned on to masturbate with any sort of speed. Mia hadn't said anything about when Ricky should cum, but he wasn't going to ruin his night by unleashing his load too quickly. Instead, he planned on timing his orgasm with Lance's, which would ensure that Ricky experienced pleasure for as long as possible.

That's why Ricky masturbated slowly as he watched another man's cock fill his wife's pussy over and over. It proved to be far more beautiful - and arousing - than he thought possible. Everything turned him on. He loved how Mia's pussy lips clung so tightly to Lance's cock when he pulled out. He loved how she didn't seem to have any control over the moans that kept pouring out of her body. He loved that their bodies seemed to fit together so perfectly. He loved that Mia's toes curled a little each time she took the full length of Lance's cock. He loved every second of it.

Then his wife had an orgasm. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes after Lance's cock entered her. It seemed to overtake her quickly and the noises she unleashed made it seem like Mia was surprised that she was cumming so quickly. It usually took Ricky quite a bit longer to make her cum, after all.

As she came, Mia wrapped her arms around Lance and held him close. He buried his cock inside her and her legs trembled as Ricky saw juices dripping from her pussy and onto the bed beneath her.

They remained like that - with Lance inside her and Mia holding him tight - for quite some time after her orgasm. Ricky's gaze remained focused between her legs the entire time as he couldn't get enough of the sight of another man's cock inside his wife.

Finally, Lance pulled out and rolled onto his back next to Mia. She turned her head and they shared a long, lingering, surprisingly passionate kiss before she softly said, "You're a remarkable man."

Lance smiled, kissed her once more, and then turned his attention to Ricky. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, very much so," Ricky answered as he continued to stroke his remarkably stiff cock.

Lance held Ricky's gaze for a few seconds and then looked back at Mia. He ran his fingers up her stomach and took one of her breasts in his strong hand. "I want your husband to put his tongue in your pussy. I want him to taste you after I've been inside you."

"Okay," Mia said without hesitation.

"After that - after you've recovered from your orgasm - I intend on fucking you again," Lance continued.

"I'd like that," Mia replied.

Lance smiled and looked at Ricky. "Put your tongue inside her. Taste her pussy. Right now."

Ricky approached the bed and laid between his wife's legs. He put his tongue inside her. He tasted her pussy. He tasted the latex of the condom. He tasted a little bit of sweat. He tasted the sex they'd had.

While he did, Lance and Mia shared a long, lingering, romantic kiss. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and she moaned into his mouth. Ricky took that as a good sign, for it seemed that any nervousness his wife might have felt had completely melted away.

So far, that meant a Ricky’s evening had been massively pleasurable and he was hopeful that the rest of the night would prove to be just as thrilling - if not more so - than it had already been.