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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the events and characters portrayed in this book and real life is a coincidence. I encourage all readers to practice safe sex, respect their partners, and have a good time – PB Rider

WATCHING HER FIRST TIME

By PB Rider



I came to high as hell and kind of vague as to where I was and what was happening, but as the room spun back into shape it was clear that this was the reality: My wife, Jenn, was on all fours getting pumped at both ends by two guys I didn’t know, while I was tied to a chair getting my cock sucked by some big-titted Amy she went to school with. It took a few seconds to remember how we got here, and how it all began.



ONE

Last year we moved to Newton, a town on the coast near where Jenn went to college. I’d never been there before, but she got a job and we decided to make the change. I work online, so I’m easy, and I liked the idea of a new scene, especially with sun and surf. Plus we were in our 30s, and it was time to move out of the city, be bigger fish in a smaller pond.

Sounds kind of dull, right? But let’s not be coy - this is one of those ‘slut wife stories’, with plenty of sucking, fucking and cum in her hair. If that’s not your thing, then you picked the wrong book and I hope you didn’t pay for it, and maybe you’ll be upset or offended at what comes next, which is me, Jenn, a few guys and a girl called Amy with tits like you wouldn’t believe.

TWO

It was Saturday morning about two months after moving in. We were sitting on the balcony drinking coffee, sharing a joint, taking stock of what our new lives seemed to be.

“I like it here,” Jenn said.

“Me too.”

“It hasn’t changed much, but I have.”

“How?”

“Well, I don’t feel like I need to party all the time.”

She reached out and held my hand.

“I’m happy at home, you know?”

“Yeah,” I said, and wondered again about her ‘party years’, and what that meant, exactly. I knew there’d been two other women, Amy and Celine, and the stories Jenn had let slip about those. But herself, what she got up to – I had no idea.

She passed me the joint. I took a hit, held it, while she picked up a pair of binoculars and scanned the beach, looking for somewhere to play.

“I saw this good-looking kid the other day, maybe 19, 20. He was with his mom, and she could’ve been one of my friends.”

I moved behind Jenn, kissing her neck and holding her breasts though the robe.

“You know what I realized? That I could fuck this guy – like one of my friend’s kids. Not that he’d be interested, I guess.”

“Bullshit. Given the chance he’d fuck you all night.”

“Well, my nights are for you now, hon, and a lot more sleeping than fucking.”

“Afternoons, then.”

Jenn laughed, and went inside to get ready for the beach.

THREE

About ten minutes later she was back, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

“How do I look?”

She looked good. The bikini was cut to show off her long legs, firm ass and high tits. She’d put on some lipstick and eye shadow, had her hair up. She came over and kissed me, was wearing perfume.

“I make you hard, right?”

“Very.”

“You think any of the guys on the beach might want a piece of this?”

“You don’t think so?”

She smiled.

“Look, I’ll take my walk on the beach, do some yoga, come back and then we can make love. A full work-out.”

“Just yoga on the beach?”

She was looking through the binoculars.

“Yes, and…that group, by the volleyball nets.”

She passed me the binoculars and I saw a few guys with a cooler.

“Keep an eye on them.”

She went back into the living room, picking up a sarong, her shades and a sunhat, putting them on and checking the mirror.

“What?”

“Don’t worry, hon, it’s just a game, then I’ll come back and we’ll have sex.”

“What’ll I do?”

She took the joint off me and hit it, held it in.

“Just watch. You’ll see.”

She kissed me, and I breathed in the smoke.

“And try not to jerk off.”

FOUR

Jenn left the apartment and went to the beach. I stayed on the balcony with the binoculars and picked up my tablet to look at some porn and warm up. I went to a site to find someone who reminded me of Jenn.

It wasn’t difficult, she has that look, and soon I found a few sets that I could flick through while keeping an eye on the beach. I was feeling good about how the day was going. Not yet noon and stoned immaculate, waiting to get my dick sucked.

I looked up from a picture of a woman with a cock in each hand and cum on her face and saw Jenn and her big hat moving along the beach, the guys not far away. I adjusted the binoculars and settled in to watch.

A bunch of frat-looking guys, drinking before noon. Jenn was much better than they were, but the idea of them looking at her got me excited. I began thinking about the whole gang running a train on my wife, a hard cock in each of her holes and one in each of her hands, just like the women onscreen.

It didn’t take long for me to see Jenn in action. She was all glammed up and posing, seemed to be throwing stoned smiles from behind her sunglasses, putting her sunhat and sarong on the sand, stretching her legs and showing off her body a few yards from the guys.

Someone picked up a ball and they were tossing it around, and then I noticed one of them, the blond guy, Matt, whose cock she was sucking less than an hour later, threw it straight at Jenn’s feet.

She picked up the ball and waved at the guys, shaking her tits and ass, then walked over and handed it back. That blond guy offered her a bottle of beer. Jenn took it, held it in one hand and moved the other up and down the neck between sips, jerking that fucker off like I wanted to do to myself.

Two of the guys were beside her now, and as they talked she would touch their arms and smile, and I thought, yeah, of course, she’ll think about this later when we’re fucking, and I liked how that made me feel.

FIVE

I kept watching, and not much happened, but two things stuck in my memory.

One is when Jenn turned and seemed to point at me, and for a moment I forgot that I was safe, just stoned and far away behind binoculars. The other is it looked like one guy had his hand on her ass, but I couldn’t tell for sure. The blond guy who’d thrown the ball and started talking to her seemed pissed at his friend, and then the grab-ass guy said something, and Jenn covered her mouth, in shock or laughing. Then he tried to pull her closer, but she pushed him away, and then turned and walked back down the beach, heading home, the guys all watching her go.

She looked in my direction and waved.

I went to take a shower, and thought about cumming in her mouth.

SIX

When I came out of the shower my dick was hard.

Jenn was naked on the couch, holding a joint, listening to some music, looking at her phone and playing with a vibrator. She showed me the screen. A woman getting fucked at both ends.

“She’s got better tits than me, right? But I like her shoes.”

She put down the phone, I went over and she started blowing me, mouth full and clit getting shaken. This was one of our favorite ways to get started, as Jenn liked to feel overwhelmed and I liked getting my cock sucked.

I picked up the joint and inhaled, put a hand on my wife’s head while I gently fucked her mouth. The weed hit and I watched her working the vibrator, building herself up. I looked in a mirror and enjoyed her tits shaking as she blew me.


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