Who was her first?

[AndyRandy]

The first for my wife was a man that she met as a result of her older sister getting married. A little complicated but he was the younger brother of her older sister's father-in-law. My wife was 25 and we had been married about a year and a half when it started. He was significantly older than her.

[Thebestdays1]

When I proposed to my wife she told me she was bi and that she not only had a girlfriend but that she also wanted an open marriage as she enjoyed having sex with different people and that it wouldn't affect how she felt about me.
After accepting my proposal, I had to return to where I lived and she called in on her girlfriend and they had sex, about 6 hours after I'd proposed.
Her first male lover since my proposal was a married colleague, at least 15 years older than her, that she had a crush on and who used to flirt with her. It happened after the work's Christmas party, one Friday evening. She'd told me he was going to be giving her a lift and, having already experienced a couple of fun moments with her older sister, I told her I hoped she'd fuck him.
I'd said that, more out of guilt about having messed around with her sister, more than fancying the idea of being her cuckold. However, on the night of the party I couldn't help but imagine them dancing together and later on, fucking in his car.
I lived quite a distance from her and as this was before the time of mobile phones and email, I wrote to her, more or less begging her for the details. She got the letter just after the weekend and wrote back to me immediately, apparently still with the taste of his cum in her mouth. They had been the only ones in the office towards the end of the day and she'd gone under his desk and sucked him off before going home and finding my letter. She told me how they'd fucked in his car and how good it felt to finally feel him inside her after several months of lusting after him. They'd both cum and she knew that wouldn't be the last time she'd fuck him.
When I read that I masturbated like crazy and came several times over the next couple of weeks, before I was able to see her again.

[Saskcple]

As far as I know it was through a swingers connection but maybe she was fucking a couple others before this or at same time….since then she has fucked an old boyfriend but that was only once. She said he wasn’t very good

[Yourfirstbull]

Bull here...

Per my username, I enjoy being a wife's first and have done so on a number of occasions—the initial conversation, the pleasantries, being able to tell she's intrigued but also cautious, discussing that while the husband is updated on the progress, her questions, her excitement, a date set, the building anticipation, the husband remarking he hasn't seen her this silly/giggly/jumpy/horny in such a long time, etc.

And then, the night (or day) we meet up...

[newUK]

Her first was a guy she met through a swinger site. So was her second. Then it was a guy that had been flirting with her in our local social club, then it was that guys boss and her latest is someone she met through work. A fair mix!

[johnstevens555]

Dude she met at the Gym. Flirted on and off for almost a year.

[rogerg]

My wife’s first was someone she met through her job. We have now been in the lifestyle for a number of years and she has been with men from all of the groups listed except family. Most of her encounters have been with coworkers and our friends.

[namitha157]

Not my main bf... we havent had sex yet.

My first sex was anal with one of the guys im dating.

[MarknSusan]

Susan actually had two firsts. She had sex with her first love when she was 15 and that same guy 20 years later which began an on/off relationship for more than 30 years.

[newtpacpl]

My wife’s first was a married coworker. She and him were good work friends. After we started discussing testing the lifestyle she allowed their relationship to grow into an intimate 5 year affair.

[newtpacpl]

My wife’s first was a married coworker. She and him were good work friends; after we started discussing testing the lifestyle she allowed their relationship to grow into an intimate 5 year affair. I was unaware for several months.

[Sunray]

My second wife's first was our plumber/HVAC guy, who was married. Cheating at first along with a second guy later on that she met in a park. She had a pass later for several years for those two. The plumber was out on the road all the time, so he easily stopped by often. I know it started at her invitation.

[Gentleman_jim]

A friend and a coworker of mine.

[bewareoflizzy]

Although I suspect she met and fucked an old lover while returning home without me, the first documented hot wife experience was with Jim, her younger co-worker who became her lover for 13 years.

[Casual3sums]

It was one of my close friends... we were young and invited him to play twice more after that. She was absolutely delicious out of the shower with some lacy bra and panties when we started. Me behind her and him in front.. she instantly stroked his cock and in minutes my beautiful wife had my friends in her mouth and my lips on her pussy mmmmm. We flipped her back and fourth many times before we fucked her a lot!!!! Showered and played a few more hours... was a great start.. about 20 years ago

[hardk]

The first man to have sex with my wife outside our marriage was a firefighter, tall, confident, and built like you’d expect. But here’s the kicker: I didn’t find out until two years later.

At the time, I thought everything was still just fantasy. My wife and I had talked about the idea of her sleeping with other men, but as far as I knew, she wasn’t actually doing anything beyond the occasional flirtation. She had voiced hesitations, played with the idea, but always made it seem like it was something she wasn’t quite ready for. I thought I was in control of the pace, that we’d discuss and plan every step. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Two years after I introduced her to dating apps—when I was still under the impression that we were only talking about it—she admitted she had been meeting other men behind my back. She had built an entire secret life around it, and it started with him.

She told me it happened about five months after I first encouraged her to download the apps. She made it seem like she wasn’t using them. But she was. She had met this guy after chatting briefly, but unlike the other messages she had dismissed or responded to half-heartedly, something about him made her take the next step. She used a fake name, a burner phone app, and arranged a morning coffee date before work. She told me that the second she sat across from him, she knew she was going to fuck him.

The next day, she met him again, this time at his condo. She described it as quick. Intense.

By the time she told me all of this two years later, their relationship had long since evolved. He wasn’t just some one-off encounter—he had been a regular, someone she had been seeing consistently behind the scenes.

Today, she still has sex with him about once a week. Last saw him last weekend. Their relationship is built primarily around sex, no real personal connection outside of the bedroom.

And a year after finding out, I’m still coming to terms with it. It’s this bizarre mix of emotions that I haven’t fully figured out. On one hand, it’s an undeniable turn-on—knowing that she’s confident enough to do this, that she enjoys it, that she’s fully embraced this side of herself. But at the same time, it’s like a gut punch. A dick kick, if I’m being honest.

I feel it most in the quiet moments. When she’s getting dressed to go out with him, and I know exactly where and why she’s going. When she casually mentions him in passing, just another part of her schedule, another routine in her week. When she gets home, and there’s this certain look on her face—that post-sex glow, that satisfaction that lingers in her body language even if she doesn’t say a word about it. That’s when it hits me hardest.

And then there are the nights when I can’t sleep, when my mind won’t shut off. The images flood in, uninvited but vivid. Her naked, lying on her back, her legs spread, hips flexed as he kneels between her thighs. The way her body moves beneath him, the way she gasps, grips his arms, tilts her head back in pleasure. I picture the way he holds her down, how effortlessly he takes what she’s given him, how her wedding ring still glints on her finger as her hands press against his skin.

Some nights, I find myself aroused beyond belief. Other nights, it sits heavy in my chest, twisting something deep inside me that I don’t know how to name. I don’t regret opening this door, but I also don’t think I understood what I was really inviting in when I did. Because a year later, the reality of it still lingers, and I’m still learning how to live with it.

[Lucky Dog]

The first man to have sex with my wife outside our marriage was a firefighter, tall, confident, and built like you’d expect. But here’s the kicker: I didn’t find out until two years later.

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Some nights, I find myself aroused beyond belief. Other nights, it sits heavy in my chest, twisting something deep inside me that I don’t know how to name. I don’t regret opening this door, but I also don’t think I understood what I was really inviting in when I did. Because a year later, the reality of it still lingers, and I’m still learning how to live with it.

Hardk, that was beautifully written and it's not hard to know exactly how you're feeling. I hope that this works out well for you and your wife, and your marriage -- and sex life -- both do well. Please let us know more.

[hardk]

The first man to have sex with my wife outside our marriage was a firefighter, tall, confident, and built like you’d expect. But here’s the kicker: I didn’t find out until two years later.

...
Some nights, I find myself aroused beyond belief. Other nights, it sits heavy in my chest, twisting something deep inside me that I don’t know how to name. I don’t regret opening this door, but I also don’t think I understood what I was really inviting in when I did. Because a year later, the reality of it still lingers, and I’m still learning how to live with it.

Hardk, that was beautifully written and it's not hard to know exactly how you're feeling. I hope that this works out well for you and your wife, and your marriage -- and sex life -- both do well. Please let us know more.

Hey Lucky Dog, thanks for reaching out and for taking the time to read through all of this.

I’ve been living in this strange mix of arousal and heartbreak for a while now. There’s undeniably a rush seeing her so liberated, so confident—yet it’s not as simple as saying she’s “happier with me.” She certainly enjoys the freedom to see these guys, especially her main bull who she’s formed this intense routine with. But it’s also diluted our bond in ways I never saw coming. Something that used to feel straightforward—sex—has become a lot more complicated for me than I ever imagined back when this was all just fantasy.

Where we stand now? This is our normal. We both tried to go back to monogamy at different points, but it just didn’t stick. She’s grown accustomed to the thrill and, at least from my perspective, sees no reason to give it up. I’m not entirely sure if that makes her happier in our marriage specifically, or simply in her own personal exploration. Meanwhile, I’m facing this constant tug-of-war between being turned on by her adventures and feeling a gnawing sense of loss.

I do know one thing: once this door was opened, it was almost impossible to shut. That’s the hard truth I think a lot of people in these forums might not fully grasp until they’re in the thick of it. It’s not that our marriage is failing—we’re not on the brink of collapse—but the dynamic is completely different. The trust took a hit early on when I found out she’d been meeting men behind my back. She’s since become more transparent, even calling me during the act sometimes. I don’t watch—her preference—but hearing it is more than enough to remind me this is very real, not just a fantasy.

It can be unbelievably hot, and also gut-wrenching at the same time. There are nights when I replay everything in my head and get off on it. Other nights, it keeps me awake, feeling like I’ve lost some essential part of our connection. She seems happy to have these options; I’m the one managing all the second thoughts and emotional fallout. Is she happier with me overall? It’s hard to say. She’s definitely eager to keep this lifestyle going, that much is clear.

I do appreciate that we still talk about it, though. She knows how I feel—how I’m both fascinated and hurt, how sex between us is intense but now also overshadowed by what she does with them. Even good sex can leave me reeling afterward.

Anyway, I’m hanging in there, learning as I go. Some days I can handle it, some days it rips me apart inside. But I guess that’s the nature of crossing a line you can’t uncross. If you or anyone else has been through something similar, I’m all ears. I’m still trying to figure out how to keep the best parts without getting swallowed by the worst. Thanks again for listening, man. I appreciate the support more than you know.

[safado]

hardk, I've read though this and your other posts. As has been said before, very well written.

I feel affinity with you because my ex is also Asian - Indian - and also because a lack of trust and her alienation from me wrecked our marriage but in reverse order from what has happened in yours.

"Her first" in my case was at my urging after years of playing with the idea. He was a co-worker who was leaving town for a new job 1000 miles away. I was working away from home and was away for three months at a time. Her and I had been chatting about her fucking another man more intensively since she had agreed to do it in theory. It was then a matter of finding the man and the opportunity. First she tried to seduce her boss, but he did not take the bait she was throwing at him. This other co-worker had been flirting with her, even crudely propositioning her for years. He was about twenty years younger, she was 53 at the time but still very attractive with a brown curvy body and a great ass.

This was a big turn on for me because my wife had always played the conservative type. She said I was her first even though there were none of the usual bleeding of a virgin when I fucked her for the first time. It turned out that she was the slut who played the (Muslim) virgin, from what I found out later she had fucked at least three guys before me. We had a good sex life, did a lot of fucking although she wasn't a good cocksucker, reluctant, awkward, and squeamish about semen. That was minor to me.

It was very hot chatting and talking to her about her upcoming date with this guy, a "good bye" dinner she invited him out for. She sent me pictures of how she was dressing, both her dress and her underwear. It took me a few days to get the details out of her. It wasn't an optimal experience - she got too drunk, high with pot, and sick at his apartment. But her pussy had been breached by another man, and after one more session with the co-worker when he came back to town, she met another guy while out at an upscale mature singles' bar with a single female coworker. That turned out to be a good match, especially since he was a business traveler who only came to town periodically and stayed in quality hotels.

She fucked him for more than three years. I was still away most of the time. They broke up, partly because I was home more, and partly because he had caught feelings for her (he was only about ten years younger) and she felt guilty. He didn't know that I knew and that his sexual encounters with my wife were entertaining me. I loved it, it was very hot and I'm still thinking like a cuck and would like more of it with my second wife.

Maybe because she had lost respect for me, maybe because I was away too much and maybe because she was now used to having another man regularly, she got in contact with her "first love," the guy who had first fucked her 36 years before. That reignited instantly and she started cheating with him. She asked me for a divorced but denied any cheating with him, but I found proof. He was also married. We went back and forth for months in a period in which both him and I were fucking her, but I demanded she stop seeing him because of her initial request for divorce. I caught her cheating again and we divorced.

To get back to your situation: you are suffering because she's basically a cheater and you'll never be sure of what she is up to or what her intentions are.

Hey Lucky Dog, thanks for reaching out and for taking the time to read through all of this.

I’ve been living in this strange mix of arousal and heartbreak for a while now. There’s undeniably a rush seeing her so liberated, so confident—yet it’s not as simple as saying she’s “happier with me.” She certainly enjoys the freedom to see these guys, especially her main bull who she’s formed this intense routine with. But it’s also diluted our bond in ways I never saw coming. Something that used to feel straightforward—sex—has become a lot more complicated for me than I ever imagined back when this was all just fantasy.

Where we stand now? This is our normal. We both tried to go back to monogamy at different points, but it just didn’t stick. She’s grown accustomed to the thrill and, at least from my perspective, sees no reason to give it up. I’m not entirely sure if that makes her happier in our marriage specifically, or simply in her own personal exploration. Meanwhile, I’m facing this constant tug-of-war between being turned on by her adventures and feeling a gnawing sense of loss.

I do know one thing: once this door was opened, it was almost impossible to shut. That’s the hard truth I think a lot of people in these forums might not fully grasp until they’re in the thick of it. It’s not that our marriage is failing—we’re not on the brink of collapse—but the dynamic is completely different. The trust took a hit early on when I found out she’d been meeting men behind my back. She’s since become more transparent, even calling me during the act sometimes. I don’t watch—her preference—but hearing it is more than enough to remind me this is very real, not just a fantasy.

It can be unbelievably hot, and also gut-wrenching at the same time. There are nights when I replay everything in my head and get off on it. Other nights, it keeps me awake, feeling like I’ve lost some essential part of our connection. She seems happy to have these options; I’m the one managing all the second thoughts and emotional fallout. Is she happier with me overall? It’s hard to say. She’s definitely eager to keep this lifestyle going, that much is clear.

I do appreciate that we still talk about it, though. She knows how I feel—how I’m both fascinated and hurt, how sex between us is intense but now also overshadowed by what she does with them. Even good sex can leave me reeling afterward.

Anyway, I’m hanging in there, learning as I go. Some days I can handle it, some days it rips me apart inside. But I guess that’s the nature of crossing a line you can’t uncross. If you or anyone else has been through something similar, I’m all ears. I’m still trying to figure out how to keep the best parts without getting swallowed by the worst. Thanks again for listening, man. I appreciate the support more than you know.

[Gentleman_jim]

A friend of ours and an Air Force coworker of mine.

[Treat yourself girl]

My buddy Dan.

She straddled him on the back seat of my Cadillac and rode his cock while I drove us all home from a party.

Death bed memory!!!

[Gentleman_jim]

Who was the first man to have sex with your wife or girlfriend once she decided to be a hotwife or start swinging?

A friend and coworker of mine. One day after I came home from work she confessed to me that Tom had stoped by earlier. She then told me she had sex with him. She said during monthly parties at our house he flirted and tried to seduce her.
She was a virgin when we married and he was the first man other then me that had fucked her.
After several weeks of discussion and thought we start an open relationship.