The First One

My wife always claimed she couldn't cum from penetration. After all, it had never happened before. Even when she masturbated, she only massaged her clit, almost never penetrating herself with her fingers or toys. So we were both caught off guard when she had a leg-shaking orgasm on the cock of a stranger.

We'd been having a lot of fun with mfm threesomes (she loved being the center of attention) and I loved seeing her with other men. We'd pass her back and forth, that slut, until all three of us had been thoroughly satisfied. But it wasn't until the third threesome that her first penetration orgasm ripped through her tiny body.

She had been horny as hell all morning. Up to this point, I'd been the one pushing her to fuck other men, and she played along. But this time was different. Having had some practice, she'd grown acclimated to the idea, and was really starting to enjoy these other men. She was getting more and more excited about meeting Matthew later that evening. He had a cute face and was in excellent shape, not to mention a big cock. My wife had always made a show about not wanting dicks that were too big, but I could tell she was excited to play around with her first truly porn-sized cock. At 9.5 inches with a massive girth, Matthew was hung.

She was more excited about sucking his cock than riding it, but we were both interested to see if she could handle something that much bigger than she was used to. When Matthew dropped his pants, both of us had to pick our jaws up off the floor. It somehow looked bigger in person. She tried to fit it into her mouth, but without much success. She could barely wrap her lips around it, let alone get it anywhere near the back of her throat. Matthew picked her up, gently and effortlessly, and set her on the bed. I watched and stroked myself as he went down on my wife, and I could immediately tell that she was close to the edge. Her muscles tensed up within ten seconds, her toes curling as Matthew serviced her, until she shook and sighed in relief, letting out a tiny squeak at the climax. Thirty seconds of pussy-eating, and already an orgasm.

Matthew didn't stop, and got her right up to the edge a second time before flipping her over on her stomach. I had walked to the other side of the bed so she was looking straight at me. Her cheeks were flushed red as she straightened herself on her knees, ready to take him. She watched me intently as Matthew gave his enormous cock a few strokes. It looked like an anaconda was about to penetrate my wife. I must've looked nervous, because she reached out and touched my hand with a slight smile.

That smile didn't last long. As soon as he pushed past her lips, her face went blank. He pulled out gently and went back in a little farther, and my wife's cheeks somehow turned a darker shade of red. On the third try, his cock was more than halfway inside my wife's tight little pussy. My cock was throbbing, and I was trying not to touch it. As he held his cock inside her, ever-so-slowly pushing deeper and grabbing her waist with his big hands, I saw something I'd never seen before. Her eyes rolled back, her legs started to tremble, and she let out a sound that I can still remember vividly. The shaking grew more and more intense, and she buried her face into the mattress as she let out the most spectacular, animalistic moan I'd ever heard before or since. She screamed ecstatically into the mattress, her legs shaking.

After what seemed like an eternity, she picked her head up and opened her eyes, as if coming out of a trance. The hypnotic expression on her face, the sweat that had suddenly made her back glisten, the messy hair...I stared into her dark eyes with awe and hunger. She barely noticed me, but I had seen in that moment, plain as day, that the person who shoved her face in the mattress wasn't the same person who came back up.

Matthew, who had hardly moved, started pumping his cock into her, slowly and gently at first, but with stronger and stronger motions. She milked his big cock with her wet, welcoming pussy. She moaned again, resting the side of her face on the soft mattress. She reached back to her clit and started rubbing unthinkingly. I walked over to the other side of the bed. I couldn't believe how big he looked inside her, how her pussy gripped him, how her hole looked like it couldn't be stretched any further.

She cried out again. Another one? She trembled as she came on his cock, screaming "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." She kept touching her clit, completely and utterly lost in a haze of pleasure. She squealed and shuddered, and seemed to regain a small amount of composure. She looked slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry," she said absently. "I'm just...really turned on right now..."

Matthew seemed close to the edge. He was fucking her harder and harder, and my wife's cries of pleasure gradually betrayed a hint of actual pain. I had only ever heard her makes noises like this when I fucked her ass. I still remember how she yelled, "Oh...oh, fuck! You're so big, baby!" But then, it was mostly pain with a hint of pleasure.

He turned her on her back, playing with her tits as she welcomed his big cock inside her again. "Oh, fuck! You're so big, baby!" My cock twitched. I wondered if she remembered she had said that to me, just like that. She ran her hands along his back, guiding his ass as he fucked her. He was careful. He knew he could hurt her if he wasn't.

Finally, he exploded inside her. Cum gushed out of her pussy, and it sounded like she had never been more turned on. She was pleased with herself for milking the cum out of such a magnificent cock, for satisfying a man like Matthew. He unloaded his balls into her, pumping his cock inside her as the last of his orgasm shuddered throughout his body. My wife sounded more like herself, moaning softly as the man she made cum settled into a post-sex, satisfied, drowsy opioidic state. She gently rested her hands on his ass, his cock still throbbing inside her.

He pulled out and I saw pain on her face as he did so. (The next day, she told me it felt like she sat on a fire hydrant.) Matthew didn't stay for long. He immediately grabbed his clothes and started putting them on. "Wow, thanks!" he said, quite casually. She was just a warm hole to drain his balls in. "Your wife is tight as fuck," he said, pulling up his boxers and tucking his dick away.

As the front door closed, she tried to keep my hopes down. "I really don't think I can take any more right now, honey." I smiled. "I have a feeling you'll be fine. Let's just see if it hurts." Both of us were amazed at how much he had stretched out her pussy. I swear I could've positioned my cock inside so I wasn't touching any part of her. I gently made love to her, Matthew's cum dripping down out of her. She smiled, barely conscious on the bed.

"You're full of another man's cum," I whispered. "Do you like sloppy seconds?" She asked. I nodded. "Do you like that your wife is a whore?" Fuck, she was getting me close. My balls slapped against her cum-covered asshole.

"Do you like that your wife is the town pump? I bet that gets you off. You like that I'm a whore. You like watching those men use your wife, don't you? Fuck, his cock was so big. I was screaming and cumming and...oh my god, I didn't even know I could cum like that. He made me cum for the first time in my life from penetration, honey." I added to the river of cum inside my wife's pussy. She moaned softly, gently guiding me in as I throbbed and emptied my balls inside her. I pulled out and she drifted off, filled with two loads, having satisfied two men in twenty minutes.