The Island of Our First Time

My wife and I already had an experience — she was with another man. But! Only in my presence, and we went abroad to be incognito. And at that — it was never a threesome. It worked out especially well on "our favorite islands," for non-poor people. I'll write about that separately. And now I'll write about the "first time." Everything written is the absolute truth. For "intrigue" and a general understanding of our mentality. Before this, I had been unsuccessfully, though not intrusively, praising "how it would be" — with a third. I especially tried during sex, when she, already driven wild, didn't have time to switch from "fucking" to "in the mouth." That's when I would whisper — "imagine I'm not alone, and you can do everything

simultaneously." As a rule, such words turned both of us on — and that was the peak of sex… But after finishing, I myself was embarrassed to continue the conversation. And she simply pretended she hadn't heard anything like that. And even cut me off rudely, extremely harshly, if I even tried to hint.

So I resigned myself to it being a fantasy, learned to "mentally" be both myself and the "other" during our sex. And, I can't say 100% — but maybe my orgasm was even brighter and much longer — during "virtual" sex, — i.e., to "porn." I always picked a beautiful actress "on topic," and always made sure the actress resembled my wife.

A bit about my wife here. One word — ideal. A slim waist, natural before childbirth second-to-third size "perky" breasts (this was easily restored after childbirth — since enlargement wasn't needed), a magical ass and extraordinary skin. About the beauty of her face — I don't know how to describe it. I'll just say a couple of things. It's a miracle that I won her over, that she fell in love with me. While she was "not mine" — I didn't even dare think about sex, she was a deity. It was insane what happened on the street… We were already married when in a restaurant she was asked to dance — mostly they immediately proposed marriage — and when she said that "that guy" was her husband, our wedding rings — didn't work on the dazzled boys and men… They seriously "didn't believe" or said it didn't matter…

With childbirth, her figure only became sexier — her waist, skin, and face didn't change, but her hips and ass… Everyone understands this. And even after living several decades — neither her weight nor figure changed, and her face of a "very mature woman" — mainly it's the gaze, a slightly wider face, and charming little expression lines (thank God, we are quite well-off to take care of her facial skin. But! only the face — that's all she focuses on. And to this day — friends and acquaintances admire her, when she's alone — even in winter in outerwear — she can't go into a store — men hit on her relentlessly). I wrote so much, not to praise, but to show the real picture through the surrounding, "hitting on" men, etc. And, although in my youth, already married, I had numerous "adventures and short flings — I gradually began to notice that I didn't need that… After all, my wife was also a "mistress," in the sense that sex with her remained an "event" for me. And I simply stopped fucking other women, and was quite happy that I didn't need those "collections."

Therefore, if you believe my word, of course, I managed to find without difficulty similar or identical, at least in figure, actresses, and sometimes I "saw" the face too..

The plot — corresponded to my "dreams" — which were no longer "dreams," but had turned into a beautiful fantasy. And when access to porn became commonplace, as did the quality of porn and any plots in HD, and the internet "leaped forward," plus all sorts of downloading programs — I, besides my wife, got used to numerous orgasms without her. That is — the internet was interesting to me — ONLY by imagining my wife in the roles, and mentally inserting myself, according to my ideas. But sex with my wife was still amazing, because I caressed her "not just me," but as if my (our?) "virtual partner." And I was afraid that without fantasies in real sex, I would completely "go into the virtual." But when we had quarrels, and sometimes "sulked" for months — of course, she became insanely desirable, and porn "worked at full blast." And during reconciliations — … But every man knows that.

A couple of words about myself — all my life first sports, then fitness, when an age-related belly started appearing — I was lucky — I was motivated, for health, radically changed my diet, completely stopped drinking alcohol, don't smoke on my own. As a bonus — the belly disappeared, and other fat layers, only muscles remained, which I've worked on all my life — not over-pumped, but toned — my figure became — as if I had been fit in my youth. True, my face — bears traces of vice, my gaze became heavy, a couple of scars, wrinkles, gray hair… But with the figure — it's just what's needed. Not quite a gangster, not quite special forces))

Anyway, let's return to our — she's nearing 30, I'm over 30, and dreams that had turned into mere fantasies. I'll say right away — I couldn't see her "first time," although I allowed it myself. Here at first glance — an inconsistency — I write that I unsuccessfully tried to persuade her, and suddenly I'm the one who "allowed" it. This was 1998, April.

We got away to very famous Pacific islands. I rented a convertible, and we were simply in Paradise. I don't like "organized" tours, our means allowed us to buy tickets ourselves, pay for hotels, the rest — we explored ourselves, or hired guides. So, we, like all tourists, ended up at a very colorful show, about the island's history — from the creation of the world, etc. We had a VIP table right by the stage, the show got a bit boring, but the buffet with snacks, wine — made us watch to the end.

There were two characters of native inhabitants — played by native inhabitants themselves. Two young guys, half-naked, only camouflaged palm leaves on their waists, with perfect natural figures, and one was also well-built. Since I'm a sports and fitness fan — I like seeing such people, and noting what else to strive for. We jokingly started talking about the well-built one — let's call him the Indian, a mestizo. I didn't even notice how we started joking "without ulterior motives" — well, with such a one, it wouldn't be a sin.

I must say that my Wife often "heated me up," talking about world celebrities in companies — like, if my husband allowed, I'd go with "that one"… Understanding it was just talk, I still got angry. Especially if she said it in companies. And when to me in private — I tensed up, changed the subject. Then we had wild sex. Like that scenario, she started talking about the Indian. I, didn't even tense up — a joke is a joke — picked it up — started praising his figure, saying what I should work on more in the gym… I won't say for sure, but later, after everything that happened, remembering our jokes — it seemed to me she was unusually aroused. I don't know. But that the Indian and everyone around were staring at her — was a fact, to which (as mentioned above) we were accustomed. Yes, I'll mention — the show was cultural, there were many children among the audience.

When the show was coming to an end — the performers started inviting both men, and women, and children on stage — like the finale, everyone dances internationally. Here I clearly noticed how heavily my wife started breathing, and the Indian rushed straight to invite her. But this was within the script, so I just watched. (some girl tried to pull me out too — but I can't stand that). Anyway, national music, and cheerful in the finale, everyone — some in pairs, some alone, was joyfully letting loose. Russians were only us, and Americans and Europeans — real life-lovers.

But I watched "my" pair — their dance was mixed — something like our quadrille or Latin tango (may those dances forgive me). This is for imagery — especially since all other pairs — well, at most held each other by one hand, dancing away.

And "ours" — very rarely, as if reluctantly, separated, and I already clearly saw how she herself pressed her chest strongly when he "for the dance" embraced her. And not once did he "hold" her by the waist with even one hand. Quotes — because, in fact, he was groping. And her ass got a bit of it too. Knowing my wife — that she never allowed such things,

she could have even hit — I probably understood everything. That she was simply living this dance, and "saw" nothing but her partner.

Then his lips descended slightly down her neck, and already a mutual kiss. Understand — quite not "friendly." And here I noticed — whether it was in the dance too — I don't know — she "dug" one hand into his bicep, and the other into his pectoral muscle. Moreover — ear, neck, bicep… lasted a couple of seconds at most. The dance — 3–5 minutes. And that's it. He escorted her to the table, we met eyes for a split second — and I saw he was looking not hostilely, but something like a child who misbehaved, he knows he shouldn't misbehave — but he would misbehave further. This is about the "child," about the image.

My wife, didn't even raise her gaze. I saw that her blouse, with a beautiful décolletage, was partly out of her skirt in places, part of her tummy was visible. She sat red, sweaty, looking at the floor. The performers had already taken bows, taken photos with tourists and were about to leave. And I then unexpectedly for myself… Well, how unexpectedly? I just didn't understand how I decided — took her firmly by the hand, she raised her eyes — I said: "Go quickly, while the performers are on stage."

She looked at me with fear and something… well, we have such looks of hers during sex. And lowered her eyes. I repeated, and added — I've wanted this for a long time… I was being deceitful, and she understood — I dreamed — either a threesome, or in my presence. The performers started leaving, the Indian tried to linger — but these are seconds — and it would all be over. I stood up and lifted her. The Indian — even stopped breathing. I kissed her on the lips and said. And you want it, and I want it. GO! And she looked at me with such gratitude — and went. Just as the curtain, well, no one paid attention.

My hands were shaking, I tried to drink something strong… Decided to sit while many people hadn't left the tables. Not much time passed, or maybe a lot, I don't know. Most likely 15 minutes. She came back, sort of sideways and almost burst into tears. I already wanted to grab a knife. Knowing me, she took my hand, said — "I'm crying only from shame before you." I started calming her down, hugged her, myself only thinking — how to get to the hotel faster. She calmed down a bit. Smiled, and with my hand went under her skirt. No panties. Everything was wet, smelled of semen — I saw dried traces of semen on her thighs, near her crotch. I almost came, thought how I would stand up — in light pants I couldn't hide my "cowboy." I had a raincoat, thought I'd wrap it around myself. Took it — but then she asked — wrap me in it, the skirt got wet. I understood why she was walking sideways. I slipped the raincoat right under her ass, sitting wrapped it… I was shaking — I'm helping my beloved disguise the traces of another man's penis, and sex not with me… She trembled, but started calming down seeing my behavior. I stroked her hand, and kept saying, everything is fine…

We dragged ourselves to the convertible. I couldn't insert the key. And then… The Indian appeared unnoticed, in civilian clothes. "Sorry, sorry"… I think — what the f… nonsense? In short, he brought panties. She sharply stood up, without getting out of the car, they hugged. She sat down, panties clenched in her fist, smelled of semen.

On the way, we couldn't speak, both were shaking… A couple of times we got lost and drove back from the hotel to the city…

In the room, we pounced on each other… Just like that, without washing, I wanted it that way. From her mouth was an unpleasant smell, like after a blowjob, when she tried to kiss a bit later..

Anyway — yes, she took it in her mouth too..

And so, after our first two times — they were practically without a break, I dared to ask, and she told everything… It surpassed all fantasies, and I was stunned, honestly regretting everything, especially that I asked her to tell.

And I thought, pouncing on her — so here's a threesome — but without me!!! And not once could she bring me to orgasm with her mouth — but here, he came in her mouth without her having to stroke him!!!

I fucked her, changed positions, fucked her mouth, and didn't know how to perceive it. Only now — was my star hour, I let go of thoughts. But not for long. That wasn't the whole story. Anyway, the First quickly recovered, and without a break, with a delay, fucked her properly. Without rushing… Then someone from the staff made a scene, everyone in a hurry, dispersed. So she came back without panties.

When towards morning she fell asleep — I decided — that's it, basta. No soul-searching. This was "my gift" and period. I told her that later. She cried — a weight lifted. And said that after the arousal subsided — she only had shame and fear of losing me left. She was already prepared for me to break up with her.

This confession of hers calmed me down. And I decided (thought about it all night, especially during sex) and said — so that at least something "falls to me" too — we could arrange for him to come to the hotel, like I'm not in the room. But I would just hide, and quietly watch. Here she started "wavering," it was visible that she wanted to, but wouldn't agree anymore. Then I gave the only argument — if we don't do this — it definitely won't be fair to me. Strangers watched her sex, and I, who had been persuading her for a long time — didn't.

Anyway, tomorrow we did just that. He came by taxi towards the end of the show, I told her what to say in English, and everything turned out as I wanted. I saw everything, came several times. At first she was shy, knowing about me, then forgot herself… It's indescribable.

Then to see the Indian out, I left the room, called her — and he soon ran down the corridor. My wife assured — that she told him a hundred times "This is the last time!" But for the remaining few days, we saw him in the distance, he came, absolutely keeping in the shadows.

After that trip and until now — we NEVER spoke about that incident. And it didn't bring closer the time when we finally started doing what I wrote about at the beginning of this story.