Amateur Wife First Time Novels & Stories

Her breathing was heavy as her body fell back to the bed, her eyes unfocused, her hands sliding over her face, “that was….” I raised my head up, my eyes talking in her form, “Good?” She chuckled, “better than good,” she said, her voice croaky from how loud she had been screaming. Was it just me or did she look like a freaking angel? “I have never felt anything like that…” she paused, her eyes darting back to me. “Would you believe that I have been married for two years and this is the first time I know what an orgasm is?” she said. Pride filled my chest, not because I was better than the bastard she had been married to, but because I was the first person to give her something like magical.

Her little hands played my body as she rubbed herself gently against me. I held her close as I realized my young wife was trying to seduce me. I hope like hell I survived this night with her hymen intact. I learned something new about my wife that night, two things actually she's stubborn as hell and she doesn't like to be told no. On the one hand I'm ecstatic that she feels so confident with me already that she can flex her wings, on the other hand she's giving me fits. If I touched her now I'm afraid I might not be gentle enough, not the way she needed me to be her first time, her teasing had driven me to the point of no return.

"Your wife's pussy is dripping and coating my cock. You sure she's never been long-dicked before?" he asked my husband. He didn't answer. I don't know if he was ashamed or really into it. Then the man pushed forward, but just a bit. I took a deep breath as my pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. "Beth, I can tell this is your first time," he said. His voice was like butter to my soul. "Just relax and we'll take it slowly. Your husband has a big smile on his face and is proud of you. Just rock back on my cock at your own pace."

It was just the way things were when we first fell in love. She'd never cooked before, but she took special classes to learn how to make all my favorite dishes. Every single one turned out surpriscingly well.

Outside the window Calloway Street was grey and wet and going about its morning without any awareness of what was happening on the internet in Anita Hargrove’s name. The story the photographs told was simple. Wife of prominent businessman photographed outside anniversary dinner with former flame while husband remains inside. Husband later seen calmly retrieving her. Wife declines to return. That last part was the one that kept appearing. Wife declines to return. As though I had made a scene. As though I had been unreasonable. As though Donald had come outside with nothing but dignity and concern and I had refused him. I put the phone face down. The boy’s face.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Trust, perhaps? "I need to hear you say it," I murmur. "That this is what you want." Her eyes meet mine, wide and glassy. "This is what I want," she says, breathless. And I believe her. I lift her into my arms without another word, carrying her to the bed. She lets out a soft, surprised breath, but there's laughter behind it, too. It warms my chest in a way that nothing else ever has. I lay her down gently, climbing over her like she's something sacred. Hell, she is. She's my wife. And this is the first time she's ever had sex. That does mean something to me. I want it to be perfect for her.

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

My cock instantly goes hard, and I slowly slide my finger across my bottom lip as I start walking towards her. “What is this?” I ask, trying my best to hide my smirk. “This is us.” She shrugs her shoulders and smiles, “It’s how we first started, and tonight it’s how I want to be fucked.” Hearing her curse makes my palms twitchy, and I lick my lips, while I decide if I’m going to be a victim of her temptation or not. Amara knows that I take her delicate condition very seriously, but I’m not a man whose limits should be tested. It appears that my beautiful wife has much more faith in me than I do.

Eric said nonchalantly. I felt like smashing his face with a spiked iron ball. I couldn't say anything more about my husband's behavior. All this time, he had been after my wealth. He married me not out of love but just to pretend and gain everything from me. Now he had successfully created chaos in my life, and I had been deceived by him all this time. It was truly a clever and difficult game to read beforehand. But still, I had to remain calm in facing him so that he wouldn't feel he had the upper hand over me.