Young Wife Kara Calls- I Listen (First Fuck)

[HotWifeKara]

My ex-wife and I shared a good number of swinging experiences during our nearly six years together, mostly her playing with other guys, and sometimes I would get to watch and occasionally we would bring a guy in for a MFM. My work moved me around the country quite a bit, twice a year sometimes, so it made it easier to play and run. She would usually end up playing with one guy in each place we lived, sometimes two.

Kara was a hottie, and still is, and she was long used to guys trying to pick her up. She had just turned 19 when we married (I was 6 years her senior, and we had been together since just after her 18th birthday). Kara stood 5’-5‘,120lbs, firm 34C titties (big B, small C until the baby, then they stayed a full C), great ass and and even better pussy, long black hair and always horny. She didn’t shave her bush at that time, but kept it neatly trimmed and close-cropped. I liked it that way, and shaved too.

This encounter happened in late 90’s, and was our first full wife-sharing experience, only I wasn’t there to share. We had just recently married, and up to this point in time, we had only discussed fully sharing her with other men. She had played with other guys, and done just about everything except letting another cock slide into her pussy. Talking about these adventures and discussing the fact that someday she would let another man fuck her definitely made our sex life hotter. She enjoyed sex much more when I would talk about it during our love-making, so I almost always did.

As usual, I had been working a lot and traveling frequently, so my wife decided to return home to visit her family. She had been there less than a week when she called and told me she had plans to meet up with some friends from her high-school days on Saturday night. I asked her if there were any guy friends that might be there and she said there might be. I told her that I was okay with her fooling around as long as she told me about it right away. She laughed and said it wasn’t going to happen, and told me to stop thinking about it.

Saturday night came, and she called me around 7pm, just before her friends were coming to get her. She said that she was going out with the girls, and there were five of them including her. Two of them I knew well, and the others I may have met in passing. My wife would definitely be considered the wildest one of them all. She called me again at 10pm and said they had hit a couple of lame clubs, had some drinks, and was now going to check out a couple of house parties. I told her to have fun and to be careful and call me later.

At least an hour passes and I am now checked-in to a motel, in bed watching TV, when the cell phone rings. I hear loud music and my wife asking if I can hear her. On top of that, the cell phone reception is terrible in the room, so I pull on some pants and step outside, only to find the connection is just as bad. However, I can immediately tell she is buzzed and having a good time. She tells me that her friends all went home after they left the first party, and she got a ride to the second party with a guy she went to school with named Darren. I perked up a bit and asked her what her plans were. She said that he was going to drive her home shortly and that I should not worry. I asked her if I knew the guy, and she said I would not know him. I asked her if she ever “dated” him, and she said she didn’t, but she would have if she had been available. My wife was with one guy during her high school years and although there was an incident or two involving other guys, she never fucked anyone else while she was with her boyfriend.

The call disconnects due to the bad signal so I wait for her call me back (she did not have a cell phone in 1998). A few minutes later, she calls me back and I asked her if she was planning something with this guy, and she said that he would have to make the first move. I was a bit shocked, and instantly felt the butterflies in my stomach. I told her to call me when she got home, she said she would, and then she hung up.
About an hour later, she calls me from her parent’s house. I hear music and ask her what is up. She said Darren was there, and that her parents had gone to stay with her grandparents for the weekend, so she was the only one home. I asked her if he made any moves yet, and she said he had not. She said they were going to have a drink, and then Darren was going home. I told her to call me when he left.

More than an hour passed before she called again. It is now 130am and my anxiety level is on high and the butterflies won’t quit. I never felt like that before, and I imagine it was because I was always there, or nearby, when she played with others in the past. Anyway, Kara was whispering, and I could tell she was really drunk. She told me that they each had a couple of drinks and that Darren was going to crash on the sofa because he was not able to drive. I told her that I wanted to know if he was hitting in her, and she said “Yes, he is”, giggling as she spoke. My anxiety reached a whole new level. Holy crap! She is going to fuck this guy and I am more than a thousand miles away! The call disconnected and I called her back. I asked her how far things had gone, and she said they kissed a little, but that was all. I told her to keep me posted and I wanted her to call me soon. She whispered “Okay”, and then hung up.

I was feeling really strange, not knowing what was happening. All I was thinking about was my wife fucking some guy I had never met. About a half-hour later she called me again. She was still whispering and she told me that she was in bed and Darren was on the sofa. I asked her what happened, and she said she got cold feet about going any further. All of a sudden I was a bit depressed. It was like going from one extreme feeling to another. I asked her how she left it with him, and she said they kissed a little, and then she told him that she is married and shouldn’t be doing this. She told Darren I was okay with it, which took him by surprise, but that she didn’t think this was a good idea. She said he was understanding, but very disappointed. It took a few minutes of persuading (more like begging), but I convinced her to go back out to the living room and continue fooling around with Darren. I told her to go there wearing just her thong and a t-shirt, and she said she would. I asked her to call me soon and often.

It is now almost 3am, and Kara calls again. This time, both of them are in her room, in her bed. Full anxiety attack again! Butterflies are rockin! Over the couple of hours, most of it on the phone, I listened to my drunk, beautiful, young wife getting pleasured by a guy I had never seen before. The worst part of it was that the call sometimes disconnected, and sometimes Kara had left the receiver off the hook so I could listen. This meant that when I called back, it would be busy until she checked it and realized I was no longer there.

Since the cell phone signal was terrible, I had to stay outside of my room during this time. Every time I went inside wanting to pleasure myself, the call would disconnect. So there I sat, silently, outside the busy motel, listening to my wife telling me that Darren was in bed with her, wearing only his underwear, spooning her, his hands under her t-shirt fondling her tits. I could then hear them kissing, and I would occasionally hear a little moan from Kara. She told me he had just removed her t-shirt, and was sucking her tits and dry-humping her. Then she told me he had stripped off his underwear, and he was spooning her again with his cock buried in the crack of her ass. At that point, the call dropped and it took me forever (10 or 15 minutes) to reconnect with her. She said he was lying on his back she was giving him a blowjob. I asked if she was naked, and she said that she was wearing only her thong. She asked me to wait a minute, and I could tell she put the phone down. I then heard some noisy, sloppy cocksucking sounds that lasted for a few minutes. She then picked up the phone again and asked me how it sounded? I told her I loved it, and she said that she tried to be noisy for my benefit. Kara then said that Darren must have whiskey-dick, and she needed to call me back. Before I could protest, Kara had hung up on me.

It was all I could do to not call her back, and just wait. I was still sitting outside, not wanting to take a chance on missing her call, but not being able to relieve myself. An agonizing twenty minutes passed and the phone rang. Kara told me to just listen, and that she would occasionally check to see if I was still connected. I could then hear them moving around on the bed, and whispering to each other. I heard them kissing for a while, and I heard Kara say “down there”, and “yes”. I then heard Kara’s moans of pleasure become more frequent. He must have eaten her pussy for a good ten minutes, after which I heard his voice for the first time. He said that she was really wet, and she was dripping on to the sheets. He then said that she was ready and Kara grabbed the phone to see if I was still there. Practically panting, I said yes and told her to go for it. I heard my wife instruct her lover to go slowly, and that his cock was “fatter” and longer than mine. Before Darren left, I begged her to ask how big it was. He said he was about 7-1/2” long and 2” diameter, compared to my 6” x 2”. I could hear them moving about for a couple of minutes, while she adjusted to him entering her. I could tell by the moan she let out when he had entered her fully. For the next half-hour, I listened to my wife get thoroughly fucked.

Kara would occasionally check to see if I was there, and amazingly the call dropped only once while they fucked. She made sure to position the phone so it was always inches from the action.

During a brief break, Kara picked up the phone and told me that Darren was tired of missionary sex and wanted to fuck her doggy-style. Moments later I remember my head spinning and almost fainting as I listened to the rapid body slapping as he pounded my wife. Every time she moaned, I would imagine this big dick driving nuts-deep into her slick cunt. At that point, I was experiencing conflicted emotions to the extreme. I was going crazy. He fucked her doggy for a while, and I heard Darren tell Kara he was getting close and that he wanted to slow down. He asked her to roll over on her back, and I heard them kissing again, and occasional moans from both. A few minutes later and he asked Kara where he should cum. I didn’t hear her reply, but moments later I heard Darren start moaning and grunting, with a few swears thrown in. Kara moaned a little and a minute or so later I heard Kara say “holy sh*t that’s a lot”. I heard Darren reply “it’s been a while” and “you’re stretched open pretty good”. Darren had shot his load in her pussy. I never thought to ask about protection, though she was on the pill. I could hear more talking, then some muffled grunts and slurping sounds that turned out to be Kara cleaning Darren’s cock. How nice of her. Darren left about 5am, and I had to work at 8am, but ended up going to work without sleeping. My mind raced the entire day thinking about what had happened the night before.

Every time either one of them said something, anything, the butterflies in my stomach went crazy and the pangs of jealousy hit pretty hard. That was the beginning of about four great years of having a very easy time getting Kara to spread her legs for other men. She was a true slut for a while, and made me very happy. I experienced those feelings I had that night several more times, but not as powerful as that time. Over time, they kind of faded away. I would love to feel them again.

[roadrunner]

A very hot first time! Thanks for sharing it with us!