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First Time in Front of T

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Frustrated, taking matters into my own hands, first time in front of my then wife, true story from mid 90s


In the last years of my marriage, frustrations sometimes boiled over. I was young in many ways, having been married at an early age and consequently I was not fully prepared for the responsibilities of raising kids and supporting a family. I did my best, I had a great career and was able to support our family on my income alone but the selfish thinking that came with my lack of maturity caused some tension in my relationship with my wife who I adored and love(d) very much. 

  Most of the time when the frustration bubbled up, it left me with apologies to make and yet another life lesson to file away. Although borne out of my frustration, this true story is not one of those times, it turned out to be a very erotic and liberating experience for both Tara and I.

  To set the stage I need to describe our lovemaking. We had been together for 15 years at that point and we knew what each other liked. How to touch each other, what to say for maximum arousal, the little signals and tells our bodies gave. I don’t think I can recall more than a couple times that we had "married sex’’. Neither one of us were selfish lovers, both always wanting to please and satisfy each other and we were very good at communicating our wants.  I will say that the one thing I wished for was to be able to watch her pleasure herself. I asked her directly, hinted at it and even suggested watching masturbation porn with her but it seemed to be taboo, a non-starter. 

   So on a midsummer week night, the kids were tucked in and thankfully sound asleep, Tara and I were settled in our own bed, she was reading a magazine and I was flipping channels, (an annoying habit that I am sure for her was a mood killer). She was soon ready for sleep and turned her light off after putting her magazine on the night table, I flipped channels for another half hour before I was ready for something else, I flicked off the TV, dropped the remote on my night table and rolled towards her so that we could spoon and hopefully, I could convince her to have sex with me. I tried to entice her with gentle kisses on the nape of her neck and light fingers brushing her thigh, tummy and nipples. After 10 minutes of what I thought were pretty inviting and seductive attempts to tempt her into some late night lovemaking she turned to me and said she was tired and wanted to sleep. 

  Not one to give up easily, I waited for a bit and tried a more direct approach. She normally slept in an oversized t-shirt with no underwear, reaching under the hem of the t-shirt  gave me unobstructed access to her neatly trimmed mound. I eased my hand between her legs, finding her moist opening and slowly eased my finger between her lips to find her clit tucked in its hood. I delicately started to stimulate her button hoping for her hips to give that telltale little thrust indicating she was awake and interested, wanting to make love. 

  It wasn't to be, she turned to me and told me she was tired and just wanted to sleep, no anger, no judgement, just voicing a need for a little rest. I heard a rebuff and slight. Like I said, I still had a little growing up to do. Being a little hurt and angry, maybe pouty, I lashed out, telling her that I didn’t need her and I was going to ‘’ jack off’’ and cum without her. I don't remember her exact response but I do recall her laughing and probably saying something like ‘’ whatever turns you on’’ or ‘’if that what floats your boat’’.

Challenge accepted, I threw back the covers and pushed my pillow aside and plopped down right beside her head, if i was going to have to masturbate then she was going to have to witness it. I was already hard, my pout had done nothing to diminish the arousal my attempts to excite her had caused me. In the back of my mind it was registering that this was the first time I had masturbated in front of my wife which only added to the excitement, I wanted her to  know what I was doing, I was loud  and animated, every movement, every moan was exaggerated, the amount of precum was insane, my cock was slick with it, enough so, that you could smell it as I stroked my now fully engorged  member. 

  It wasn’t enough, I wanted make sure she knew I was frustrated, so I knelt beside her head, legs as wide as I could comfortably spread them so I could get lower and closer to her head, there I was, stroking my very hard and erect cock inches from my wifes sleeping head,(in hindsight I think I would call it pouty pumping). I don’t know if I would have actually cum on her, I thought about it, probably not. As young and foolish I could be at times, I respected her deeply and that’s a line I doubt I would have crossed.

  At any rate, I was saved from making that decision. She rolled towards me and up onto her elbow,  pushing my hand away and taking me in her mouth. It was awkward and uncomfortable for her so she told me to slide down the bed and lay on my back, I wasn't going to argue.  What followed was an incredible orgasm, she was obviously aroused using her mouth to bring me close several times before finally letting me finish. Normally she would let me soften in her mouth and as I did, she would allow our combined fluids to escape her mouth and run down my leg. Not this night, she swallowed most of it as she rose up. When she leaned in to kiss me she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and made sure I had my share.

  We weren’t  finished  yet, after the fluid filled kiss, she moved up my body until she hovered over my face, no words were spoken, she used both hands brace herself against the wall as she eased down onto my mouth. There was a price to be paid for waking her up, one I would gladly pay as it is a favorite position for me and I loved to pleasure her, besides I think I owed her for my tantrum.

  The next evening we talked about it and she told me the sounds were very arousing, the noise my hand made as it slid over my slick penis, the moans, heavy breathing all excited her. It never became a staple in our foreplay but at different times we did it for each other or mutually, she was shy to begin with but grew to enjoy it and always enjoyed watching.

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