My first time: Panties and Sex

Last night, EC came out of the bathroom dressed in her new panties, just as I was posting about buying them with her. I knew what was coming next... a part of me couldn't wait... a part of me was very very nervous. She asked me, are you going to put yours on too?

I got up, took off my clothes, and took the tag off of the lace bikini panties she had picked out for me barely an hour earlier. George Ladies... size 8. Her size 6 looked amazing on her. She bought a pink pair and a white pair for herself and picked out a coral pair for me.

She also picked out a pair of Simply Basic cotton bikinis for her (pink) and a pair of Simply Basic polyester panties for me (pink, silky material).

So I put them on and stood there, otherwise naked, in front of her and handed her my camera. She commented that the color really suited me and was laughing because, of course, I was hard as a rock and the panties fit, but weren't really designed for an erect cock. It was straining against the top to get out. They also were not designed for balls and they jockeyed for limited space as one seemed to be pushing the other half out. So here I stood, in front of my wife in a pair of sheer lace panties while she reaches down to adjust them so my balls fit more neatly inside. It was heaven.

She took a few pictures of me, then told me to turn around so she could get the back. I did as I was told. I took a few of her and brought her into the bedroom and we took some together and some of her pulling my panties aside while she sucked my cock. It was so much fun.

A few minutes later, she was laying on top of me, grinding her pussy into my face while I held her panties to one side while she sucked my cock, exposed out of the top of the panties, and fondled my balls through the material. The sensation made me very aware that her face was inches from my panty-covered balls, while she ground her hips hard into my face.

She was very close to cumming and stopped sucking on me while I slowed my attentions on her. She rolled over to her side and stroked me with one hand and rubbed my balls with the other. I knew she had a better vantage point to see the panties on me like this.

I got up, picked her up, and carried her over to the glider (chair) in our room. She had a dream the night before that we'd had sex in it. I sat down and positioned her on top of me, facing away just as she described in her dream and started rocking the glider back and forth. Almost immediately, she was moaning and digging her nails lightly into my leg. She started rubbing her clit and I could feel our panties rubbing together. Every time we rocked back, the material pulled tight against my balls and I knew I was not going to last very much longer like this. I wanted to slow down, but she was into it and I did not want to stop her. I came inside of her, but kept rocking. It was an amazing orgasm, but once the hormones subsided, I suddenly found myself very aware of the fact that I was fucking my wife with panties on. The fact that I didn't last long enough for her, though I very rarely do, just added to the humiliation and as if that were not enough, right about the time I was thinking all of this, my cock slipped out of her pussy.

I took over rubbing her clit for her with one hand and squeezed her nipples with the other while kissing her back. She apparently wanted me back inside of her because she was now being very rough with my cock and balls. Jerking, rubbing, pulling squeezing... she commented, between moans, after a few minutes of this that I was obviously not going to get hard again. I knew she wanted a better orgasm than what she would get from my fingers.

I picked her up and laid her on the edge of the bed and pulled her panties down enough that I could get my mouth on her pussy and started licking and sucking her clit. She started pushing my head down against her hard almost immediately. I sucked at her pussy lips, literally finding myself with a mouth full of sperm soaked pussy, knowing full well that it would be obvious I was trying to suck my cum out of her. I went back to her clit and inserted my thumb inside of her, which served to really bring the semen out of her pussy. I sucked in as much as I could... still not really turned on enough to overcome the inhibitions about doing it, but knowing I would be glad I did later on when I was horny again. She was trying hard to spread her legs, so I pulled her panties off of her. It must have been quite a picture... I was on my knees at the foot of our bed, with my cock hanging out of my panties while she laid moaning on the bed with her husband's semen smeared face held firmly between her legs by both of her hands.

Her orgasm was worth it all. She couldn't hold still. Her moans bordered on a quiet scream. And about that time, I was getting hard again. As her orgasm subsided, I moved up and looked her in the eye and kissed her and commented that I was a little embarrassed standing here in panties, kissing my naked wife with my own cum all over my face. She commented that she'd had my cum smeared on her face too, so it was fair.

I took a few more pictures of us. A few of my cock in the panties with her pussy beneath me... she held her pussy open a bit for a few of them. A few with her feet on my cock... she said she may need a break before we have sex again. I asked if she wanted to do it a second time. She said she was satisfied, but would if I wanted. I told her I was satisfied too. I could have done it again... I did want to... but giving her just enough and withholding a little for me added to the submissive feel of the evening.

She picked up her panties off of the bed next to her and said, "Here you go honey, you can slip these into your bag and take it with you on your next trip since they are wet with both our juices, mostly yours though." I picked them up, they were sopping wet. I think I might just do that. She said she was proud of me for going down on her again after I came inside of her. I was proud of myself too!

I pulled my panties up over my cock and as I walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed, she commented, "you do look cute in those". It was the perfect ending to a perfect night.

Last night with my wife (5/23/10)

I had sex with EC last night in our bed. The windows were open and the lights were out. The room was almost completely dark. Just a faint light came in from the street outside. The air was warm and her skin was moist with sweat.

I turned her over onto her stomach while I kissed and licked her naked butt. The morning light will likely reveal a hickey that could not be made out in the dark.

I took her toes into my mouth, sucking and licking them and running my tongue along the sole of her foot while I rubbed her legs.

I moved up to kiss her first on the lips, then on her breast... I spread her knees apart and kissed her pussy.

Licking over and over from her lips to her clit, she tasted amazing. The heat of the day brought out her full aroma and I was intoxicated, alternating between kissing and sucking and breathing her in.

I licked her clit gently. More so than normal. She was enjoying it. She was quiet... Not a sound coming from her, no doubt a conscious effort thanks to the windows being open wide. But her body told the story. She spread her legs further and adjusted her body so I would lick her right where she wanted. I kept up the slow gentle licking and sucking. I was more interested in enjoying the taste and submissive posturing of licking her pussy than I was in bringing her to orgasm just yet. But the change in tactic seemed to driving her to it none the less.

Before long, she had her hands on either side of my face and her hips were lifting her up to press her pussy into me. I lightly played with her nipples and kept the slow rhythm of licking her up and down. I pushed my tongue deep into her and sucked hard trying to bring out the taste from her deepest recess. I sucked hard at her pussy lips, rubbing her clit ever so slowly with literally a mouth full of pussy.

By now, I was drunk with emotion and sex and lust. I started kissing and sucking harder. I needed her to orgasm as much as she seemed to need it. I needed to give her that pleasure. She was bucking her hips, pressing my head down into her crotch and almost grinding her pussy against my mouth. When she abruptly came, her whole body arched and I had to hold on to keep her pussy against my mouth. She gets sooo sensitive after, but I was not ready to stop. I held her wrists tight and kept her from pulling away, causing her to buck and twist beneath me. The pleasure was to much for her body to bear.

We had sex afterward. It was enjoyable, of course, but I got the most pleasure out of giving her hers.

She woke up

I have kissed my wife's sister while she slept a few times.

Once she woke up because I had gotten brazen and managed to slip my tongue into her mouth. We never talked about it... I acted like I was trying to wake her up and planned to play it off like maybe she had dreamed it or something, but she never said anything... we just talked. It was so awkward. I knew she knew. Nothing came of it... good or bad.

I wish I would have had the nerve to ask her what she thought about it.

Break up sex... to say goodbye

Some 13 years ago, I packed her things and told her it was time to move on. I knew she was cheating on me and I had been cheating on her... with my ex. We talked it out. We cried. We decided we wanted one more time together as our way of making a clean break. We took off each others clothes, kissing as passionately as the first time we kissed. We rolled around in bed... touching and kissing. She climbed on top of me and slid my cock inside of her. We didn't use a condom this time. We wanted to feel each other. Yes, that was a risk, but it was one we left to fate. I slipped my finger deep into her ass... something I had never done before. She didn't take her lips from mine, or her hands from my cheeks, the entire time we made love. It was amazing. Parts of us questioned if we should part... we were so good together in bed. But we both knew it was time. The emotional after-shocks were tough for some time, for both of us. I still love her. We're both married now, me to the ex I was cheating on her with. Her... I am not sure. We didn't keep touch.

I kissed her sister

We fell asleep next to each other on the living room couch watching television. When I woke up, somehow, my arm was around her and her head was leaning on my shoulder. Before I knew it, still half asleep, I leaned over and kissed her lips. She started to kiss back and then a few seconds into it, she woke up. It was awkward and we have never talked about it... it was such an amazing moment. I wish I could kiss her again.

Her perfect ass

My wife has a perfect ass. I love kissing her naked butt.

I enjoy getting down on my knees behind her, and sliding her panties down to her ankles as I press my lips against her warm skin.

I like to slide my hands up her legs to her hips and pull her into me. Kissing. Sucking. Nibbling. Leaving little purplish hickies to mark her as mine... evidence of my submission to her.

I could spend an hour on my knees behind her. Kissing and licking and sucking. Fingering her pussy. Probing her most private area with my tongue. Burying my face between her perfect ass.

It's one of my favorite things to do when she's doing dishes or brushing her teeth or drying her hair after a hot shower. I've become very familiar with our kitchen floor over the years.

Hide and go seek

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Brandy... My first real girlfriend.... my first kiss.

I was in sixth grade and found myself with a crush on a girl named Amanda. She was a friend of a friend and well out of my league, but I would go to her soft ball games down at the little league park and talk to her after the game. I asked her many times to go out and she always politely declined. One day, I wound up meeting up with her at a house where she was babysitting. She was content to be friends and invited me to stop by.

When I got there, I met her cousin, Brandy who was 2 years younger than me but was held back in first grade so she was in fourth grade. I thought she was really cute. I got her phone number and we talked several times and before long, she was my girlfriend. Amanda was surprised that I had given up on her and told me she was actually thinking about saying yes to me. Oh well.

Fast forward, I walked over to Amanda's house one day to see Brandy (she lived on the other side of town so I only got to see her when she visited her cousin). We talked out in her back yard and when it came time to say goodbye, we decided we both wanted to kiss... it was our first frech kiss, for either of us. Of course, we didn't really know what we were doing at all and as kisses go, we were probably terrible at it lol but at the time, it was amazing. I walked home feeling giddy and light headed. I loved her as much as an 11 year old could. Unfortunately, we later broke up after she found out I was also seeing a friend of hers named Alicia. I never even kissed the girl or did anything more than talk on the phone. It was just one of those silly "will you go with me" things that kids do. I felt terrible and sometimes, I still think about Brandy and that kiss. Yeah.... I messed that one up. I missed her terribly.

The other half...

In the other half of the double across the street was a boy named Keith. Keith and I became friends quickly and I would often go over to his house to play Star Wars on Atari. He had the 7800 and we had the 2600 so we were always going back and forth.

One time when he was over at my house, we were playing in the basement and there were these huge carpeted pillows... we were laying on them. I don't remember at all how it started except to say that I do know I made the first move... I remember asking him if he was gay. I remember him saying no. Somehow we went on from there and ended up in nothing but our white undies. I was laying on top of him and we were dry humping... rubbing our hard dicks together with only a couple thin layers of fabric between them. I loved the way it felt obviously, but I really also remember enjoying how good it felt to feel my bare chest pressed against his, with my arms wrapped around behind his back, my face nestled against his neck, and my hands up on his shoulders so I could pull and pull myself up and down as much as I thrust with my hips and thighs. The orgasms were amazing.

I didn't understand at all what was going on with my body when I felt them... the words I always used in my head as it was happening was that was the point we were "getting to each other". I loved doing it and feeling it. My first orgasms with another person were with Keith. He was a couple years older than me so looking back I am surprised he never ejaculated. He should have been at the right age, I would think... but I guess he was late bloomer maybe.

We probably did this on a dozen different occasions. I remember kissing his shoulders and neck a few times and once I kissed him on the lips. I really liked him a lot but of course never could say the words... partly because I was for some stupid reason afraid it would mean he might think I was gay... as though grinding my dick against his didn't already send the message. It's funny the things we are afraid of or the things we rationalize... especially when we are confused and growing up.

I told a friend in an email only yesterday that I didn't think I could see myself in an emotional relationship with another man... but as I type this I realize that isn't true. I did have feelings for Keith... I just didn't understand them and was afraid to explore them. More accurately, I can not see myself in an emotional relationship with a guy as a generalization... if I met the right guy, I could see that potential coming out. It did with Keith.

He emailed me not too long ago... found me through a website we were both on... we've chatted. We had a bad falling out before he moved ... probably both of us trying to deal with our own guilt and shame of someone else knowing our deepest secret... so I was shocked when he emailed me. He's either forgotten or forgiven. I so want to bring up our past and ask if he knew how I had a crush on him or if he even remembers. Maybe I will after a bit of catching up.

Truth or Dare?

Donny, the new neighbor who moved into the double across the street, came over a lot and we soon became really good friends. He was a year or so younger than me, my brother's age, and we would play hide and seek, laser tag, and Nintendo until all hours of the night. We both had Commodore 64 computers and would stay up all night at each others' houses playing video games and eating garlic popcorn.

Before long, truth or dare became the game of choice between Donny, myself, my brother, and the occasional couple of other neighborhood boys, Jesse, Jimmy, or Jamie. The normal themes of course were truth questions about our limited or altogether nonexistent experience with girls and the dares involved nudity of some sort or another. The most popular and recurring dares often involved stripping naked and going outside into the yard in the night, which would inevitably be followed by a door being locked as a flood light was turned on... stripping naked and climbing into a chest... stripping naked and humping any random object be it a floor lamp, pillow, or the leg, bottom, or body of a randomly selected boy. How we managed to do as much as we did and never wake our parents I will never know.

After one such game, we were all staying the night at Donny's house and everyone had started falling asleep. With images of my friends' penises wagging through my mind, I found myself quite unable to sleep. My brother was asleep on the floor of the living room, Jesse had long gone home and Donny was on the couch. I slowly got up off my chair and quietly walked over to the couch and knelt down to see if he was really out. If he was, I planned on sneaking into the bathroom to jack off so I could go to sleep.

I put my hand on his arm and gently shook him. When he did not budge, I whispered his name... still no response. I realized he was a very heavy sleeper and I just could not resist touching my cock while I had my hand on his arm. I pulled it out of my shorts, already hard as I've ever been and lifted his hand and put it on my cock. The heat of his hand felt so good. I let go of his arm and just let his hand sort of hang there resting on my dick. Afraid he would wake up and catch me doing all this, I set everything back to normal just a few moments into it, laying his arm across his body.

As I did so, I realized I could touch him too. And I did. First through his clothes and then I reached up and under the loose leg of his shorts and lightly stroked him through his briefs. He still had not moved or made any sign of waking up... I watched his face intently looking for any sign at all of that changing, not really even thinking through what I would say or do if he did.

I always thought Donny had a bit of a girlish look to his facial features... he had eyelashes that were a little longer than normal and his lips almost looked like he was wearing lipstick even though he wasn't. Without thinking, my hand still in his pants, I leaned forward and kissed him. That did make him stir a little but he did not wake up so I did it again, this time licking his lips a little. My free hand had pulled my hard dick out again.

There I was, on my knees slowly stroking myself with my right hand, my best friend with my left, lips pressed to his, breathing in his breath as he exhaled and feeling him getting hard in his sleep. I grabbed one of his dirty socks from the floor and slipped it over my dick and started pumping myself faster, wishing I had some way to get his dick into my mouth. Afraid of waking him up, I had stopped stroking him and just held my hand still on his hard dick, feeling his balls with the tips of my fingers and lightly pressing my lips into his as I came in his sock.

I cleaned myself up with it and traded it for another dirty sock I had found in his bathroom hamper, kissed him goodnight and finally managed to get to sleep on the chair next to the couch. All the while, my brother lay sleeping a few feet behind us, I had just had an amazing time with my best friend and wished there were some sign he would ever feel the same enough to do more... preferably when he was awake.

While it never happened, I often thought of him when jacking off. When he would stay over at our house, I would sneak his socks and shoes into the bathroom and prop a school picture of him up on the toilet paper holder on the wall and tie my cock up in his shoe laces or hump the floor with my dick in his shoe with his socks tied up against my face with his other laces. Sometimes, I still think about him when I masturbate. Those certainly were very good times.