I am not sure what the best forum is for this story. The Bare It section mentions that sex has it own forum, which is why I chose here. Hopefully you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoy reliving our first time(s) having sex. Finally getting a warm weekend allowed my wife and I to spent it largely naked, and brought back great memories of our first time having sex with each other. Some background for the story. I was in my late 20s and my now wife was four years younger. We lived in the mid-south region of the US in a decent size but not major city. The events take place in late June when daylight extended to almost 9:00 PM. I lived in a duplex with a privacy fence (about 5 feet tall). The unit did not have a garage, so it was easy to tell if my neighbor was at home or not. My then-girlfriend "K" and I had been dating about six weeks. I noticed K when she worked with me right out of college. I was in a relationship then plus uncomfortable dating a new co-worker. She was was only with the company about six months before taking another job. About two years later, after I was single again, I asked one of K's friends to see if she remembered me and would be willing to hang out. I heard that K was still a virgin then, which was fine with me, so I knew not to push things until I felt she was ready. After casual dating for six weeks, I asked K if she was ready to spend the night with me. She said yes, but that she was not very confident with herself so I promised not to make her uncomfortable and to take her lead. K showed up at my place around 2:00 PM on a sunny and warm Saturday. She had an overnight bag with her and was wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt. She arrived in flip-flops, which she immediately kicked off upon entering. She then apologized and said that she could put her shoes back on if I wanted. I laughed and said that I was very happy that she was comfortable enough with me to be barefoot right away. I kicked off my sandals as well to show her that I supported her being bare. We sat on the couch, read books, and watched a movie for a few hours, holding hands and my eventually starting to brush my feet against hers. After we had dinner I told K that I respected her and wanted a long-term relationship so I was not going to suggest anything that I thought may make her uncomfortable. She game me a hug and thanked me. About 30 minutes later, K brought up that she had not had sex before. I told her that I did not think so and would be very happy holding off until she was comfortable. After about 10 minutes of silence, K told me that she would like to try but wanted it to be special and memorable. I replied that I agreed that it needed to be special and memorable, adding that if at any time she wanted to stop to let me know and I would. K asked what she should so. I told her to take her bra and underwear off then come back out with just her t-shirts and shorts on while I also changed. When she came out of the bathroom, I had my shirt off and had changed into a pair of mesh shorts having removed my underwear. I gave her a big hug and reminder her that we would stop whenever she wanted. It was still warm and sunny out, so I took her hand and asked if she would sit in the backyard with me for a while. We walked across the grass and sat down on a bench. I asked K to put her arm around my shoulder then took her foot and began rubbing it. I asked if it felt good, and she said that it did. She also mentioned that my back was getting warm, and I said that it was part of the plan then asked her to rub it as we began to kiss. I then took my hand up her shirt and began rubbing her back as well. I added that my wearing mesh shorts were to make it obvious to her that I was enjoying being able to feel her against me. She then started to rub my chest, slowly bringing her hands lower. I told her "go ahead, it's here for you" and held open my shorts. Her hands reached my manhood, which was rock hard by now, and we began heavy kissing. A few minutes later she whispered that she was ready to experience a magical moment with me, so we went inside and upstairs to the bedroom. I pulled her shirt off and brought her chest into mine, asking how it felt. She said that my chest was very warm against her. I replied that was my plan and asked her to slowly remove my shorts. Once they were on the ground, I asked if she was ready. K said yes, so I undid her shorts and slid them off. We then had a long, naked embrace. We got under the covers. I moved K's hands onto my penis and told her that whenever she was ready to let me know, and otherwise we could just cuddle. After a few minutes of kissing, K reached down, began squeezing me, and that she would like to feel it inside of her. We kicked off the covers, I began kissing her chest, and told her to let me know when she wanted it inserted. After a minute of silence, K's hands began masturbating me. When it first came out, she got startled. I told her that she was doing really good, to keep going, and it was a sign of how much I was enjoying myself. Once done, I pulled tightly against me, said "thank you, that was really good" and gave K a big kiss. After some silence, I told K that I was going to clean up and we could try again later. I got into the shower to rinse off. After a few seconds, K joined me in the shower, saying "I was always told to help clean up when I make a mess." I gave her a big kiss, handed her the bar of soap, and told her that I would appreciate a good cleaning. As K was stroking me clean, I soaped up my hands, put one arm around her, and began rubbing her breast with the other. After we dried off, I suggested that we go to bed and try again later. I told K that when she felt ready to "awaken" me. She did around 2:00 AM, and I made sure to get deep inside her. After we finished, K gave me a big smile and said "thank you so much for taking care of me. That was amazing." I brought her against me, told her that I loved her, and that I was proud to be her first time. After about 10 minutes, K said that she needed to ask me something, and wanted to know if I was bothered that her breasts were small. I kissed both of them then told her that they were perfect. I added that if anything they just needed more fresh air. K laughed, gave me a big hug, and we fell back asleep. When we woke up that morning, K said that she knew it sounded strange but felt like we needed to go to church (which she did on a semi-regular basis). I pulled her still naked body into a big embrace and told her that I would gladly go with her. After breakfast we began to put nice clothes on. K would glance at her flip flops in the corner every minute or so. I asked what she was thinking. She answered that it sounded silly but she always thought that I would smile whenever she kicked her shoes off when we worked together. I brought her into a big hug and told her that I had hoped it was not noticeable but I did enjoy seeing her barefoot at work. K smiled and said "you gave me the greatest night of my life last night and I want to show you how much I appreciate the way you treated me." I asked K if she brought one of her long dresses with her as if she did that she could go barefoot to church and only she and I would know. K then gave me a big hug and whispered "I would really like to try that." Our plan was to go to a state park about 30 minutes away after church, so we packed a change of clothes and drove over. I held her hand the entire service. Every time that she saw me glance down, K smiled, squeezed my hand, and whispered "thank you." I grabbed our clothes out of the car and as K went in to change she looked in the bag and asked if I brought her flip flops. I paused for a minute and admitted that I never thought about needing to grab them. K smiled and said "I did think about it and was hoping that you left them at home." She came out of the bathroom in her t-shirt, jean shorts, and barefoot and I went in to change. I decided that if she was going barefoot that I would as well and walked out carrying my shoes and socks. As we got to the car K gave me another hug and asked if I could tell that she was not wearing a bra. I reached my hand up the back of her shirt, told her that yes I was aware, and gave her a kiss. She smiled and added "no underwear either". On the way to the state park, K asked what we could do about lunch since we were both barefoot. I told her that I would just order curbside service to be brought to the car. When the food came out, K looked at the patio tables and asked if I thought it was ok if we sat outside to eat. I gave her a kiss and said that I was glad to try. As we were ready to leave, K said that she wanted to try and refill her drink. She went inside and came out a minute later with a big smile and said "that floor felt really good." The park had a lake plus beach volleyball courts, so our being barefoot did not stand out. After a short walk, K said "it really feels warm out, don't you think" while tugging on my sleeve. I smiled and said yes, why do you ask? K ran her hand up my back and said "don't you think that you would be more comfortable without a shirt on"? She started to pull it off, and once it was free put it in her bag and said "much better" while starting to rub my back. We walked around the lake and sat in the sun for a while before it was time to head back. When we got to the car I glanced at her bag. K just smiled and said "not time yet." As I drove back shirtless, K reclined her seat and propped her bare feet out the window. About halfway home, K pointed out a convenience store and said that she wanted to try getting a drink. K went inside, got a drink, and came back out and said "felt good liked I hoped it would." It was time to make dinner when we got back to my unit. K still had not offered my shirt back. As she started to chop vegetables, I told her that it would be shame if something splattered on her shirt. She smiled and said "well what should I do then?" This time it was my turn to run my had up her back and pull her shirt off. Now topless, K gave me a big, tight hug, rubbed her hand on my back, and said "nice and warm, just like I hoped." With K now down to just her shorts, I went to wash up, ditched my underwear, and came back to the kitchen in my mesh shorts. K looked at me and smiled. When it was time to put the food on the grill, K said "there is no car next door, so you neighbors aren't home, right." Now I smiled and said that even if they did come home that they could not see over or through the privacy fence. K took my hand to her breast and said "that's good, I could use some fresh air." We sat on the porch while the food cooked, with K putting her (still) bare feet on my legs and my rubbing her back. As we went inside to eat, K put her hands down my shorts, began stroking me, and said "you know, I'm really afraid you are going to poke through those shorts". She took her other hand, yanked them down, and said much better. I then said "I think it is only fair for you to join me" and started to tug at her shorts. K said "my pleasure", unbuttoned them, and kicked them off. After a great naked dinner, I stood behind K and began rubbing myself against her while the washed the dishes. She took her dish-soaped hands, grabbed me, and said "I want to be sure it is nice and clean for when you put it in me." We went up to the bedroom, had a tremendous time, and fell asleep in each others arms. When we woke up in morning, we laid in bed for a few minutes before getting out. K turned to me and said "you have no idea how good it made me feel when you rubbed hard against me all night." I replied that it was easy to stay excited given how beautiful that she was and how comfortable it was to be naked against her. As we both left for work, I mentally summarized the past day and a half. K spent the entire time barefoot and almost exclusively without a bra or underwear. She kept me shirtless most of the time and told me how much she enjoyed both. I realize that this was a long post (and even longer to write with K reenacting some details as I was typing!). We would love to hear of anyone has a similar story.
The first time with my spouse started with me picking her up and heading out to a movie. A matinee as I was strapped for cash. She was still living at home just being 19, me 22. Her parents had taken her dads motorcycle and gone off for a weekend ride. The house was empty. After the movie we stopped to grab a bite. Nothing special as it was fast food but we sat inside, talked, and ate. Those were the days before drive thru. After eating there was a "what do we do now moment". Since it was getting dark I suggested going to a hill that overlooked the town and seeing the city lights. Lot's of other lovers did the same but much later in the evening. We spent a good hour or more just sitting there and talking. Nothing sexual happened. Finally I suggested that I should take her home. She didn't want that suggesting my place instead. Why, I queried. Because she didn't want to be alone in a big house she explained. So we went to my flat. Once inside on came the TV and we watched Johnny Carson. After his show was over the station played the National Anthem, recited the Lord Prayer, and went off the air. We stared at the test pattern for a bit and then I asked if she was ready to go home. She asked if she could spend the night on my couch instead. So I got her a blanket and pillow and tucked her in. I watched her as she fell asleep and then went to my bed. Funny, I wasn't for wanting to fuck her. I just liked being around her. Still do. Anyway, I head to bed, undress, and fall asleep nude as I always did. A few hours later I wake, don a robe, and go take a piss. Once drained I went to check on her and saw she wasn't on the couch. I checked the front door and it was still locked so she was still in my flat, somewhere. When I checked the bedroom there she was, lying on the floor between the bed and the wall. I laid across the bed and gently shook her shoulder tell her she would sleep better up on the bed. Sheepishly she got up and climbed under the covers in her bra and panties. I doffed the robe, laid back down, and fell asleep with us cuddled like spoons in a drawer. I had slept with my mentor, a divorce women who introduced (seduced) me to sex, like this before. It felt nice then as it did now. We slept like that until the morning light woke us. I always slept nude and when I woke her arm was across my waist and she was holding my cock in her hand. As I rolled over to greet her we just looked into each others eyes not saying a word. We just kept looking at each other. A few minutes later we drew together and kissed. One and then another. All the while she still had my cock in her hand. As we continued to kiss she rolled further pulling me on top between her legs. She pulled my ass with one hand and cock with the other to her opening. I held back a moment prompting a puzzled look on her face. Asking if she was on birth control she said yes and pulled me to her body. The answer relieved my concern and I entered her vagina slowly making love with her. In a few minutes I came and went soft. As my cock slid from her pussy I, due to being properly trained by my mentor, began to slide down to clean up my mess. She stopped me saying all she wanted was for me to fuck her and cum. No oral, no orgasm, no other position except the missionary one we were in and just to have my cock in her pussy. We laid together like that for a while. I fell asleep and when I woke she had left the bed. I stumbled out to the other room and found her in the kitchen. She asked if I wanted her to cook a breakfast which I readily agreed to. She made me a fine meal and we ate relaxing on the couch. Finally it came to our realization she hadn't been home and her parents, being strict about her whereabouts, might have called to check up. So we gathered ourselves together and headed to her house. Once there she checked the answering machine finding the parental message. They had left a number of the hotel but when calling it we found they checked out already. So with nothing else to do she made it look as if she had come in for the night, missed the call, and went out again. Back to my flat we went and spent the rest of the day "playing house".
My first time with my wife... Great memories, though everything with her is a great memory. We were both living in Japan, she was from the Philippines and I was from the States. We were both married to Japanese partners at the time. My first wife lived in Osaka, and I had moved to Tokyo. She was very manipulative and I was trying to get out of that relationship (I have always been very bad at ending relationships, because I never wanted to make them cry or whatever). I knew a love affair would severely complicate things, and so I wasn't looking for anyone. Besides, my first wife and I still had a very active sex life. I would see her on weekends and so forth. (She was a school teacher and I was a Securities Analyst (or stock market analyst) covering the Tokyo Market). One weekend I did not go to Osaka, as a High School buddy who was an officer in the Navy in Yokohama wanted to come visit me in my Tokyo condo. He brought a friend along who wanted to meet girls. So I took him to the only disco I knew in Tokyo, one I had gone to with my wife when she was up in Tokyo, and I kept picking up Japanese girls for this sailor while my friend and I drank and caught up. He did not speak Japanese so they would dance a few dances, and then he'd need a new girl to pick up. So I kept picking up girls for him, and was reminded how easy it is to pick up Japanese girls in Japan, which, after so many years of marriage, I had forgotten. Anyway, it got late and we had to catch the last train back to Minami Gyotoku, the suburb my condo was in. On the train, my friend and I spotted this really hot chick. We both quickly decided that she was not Japanese, and man was she hot! My friend then said that she keeps looking at me. "Are you sure?" responded and he said, yes. I kept smiling at her. Then at the next stop someone got up from the seat next to her, and she looked at it and looked at me. "She wants you to sit with her!" My friend said, "Are you sure?" I again responded, and saw her look at the seat and then look at me. I started to get up, but someone sat down. She looked at me like, 'Darn!' And I knew---she wanted me to sit down next to her. When we stopped to switch trains, she got off too, so I ran up next to her and asked where she was from. "Eecheeopia" she responded in an overly accentuated Japanese accent and laughed. (BTW, Ichiopia is Japanese for Ethiopia). But she started speaking English and asked where I was from. On the next train we sat next to each other, and in my tipsy state, I decided right then and there that I wasn't going to introduce her to my friend's freind. She was mine to pick up. I gave her my business card and she got off at the station 3 stops before mine. I thought I would probably never see her again, but DAMN! She was so hot! A few days into the next week, and I got a call from her at my office. I aksed her if she wanted to have a date, and she said yes and so we set one for the following evening. I immediately called my friend and said, "Your not going to believe what just happened!" His response to the story was, "That's just like in the movies!" On our first date, I immediately fell head over heels for her. I kept looking at her and thinking "How could I ever let this girl go?!" I knew that if I lost her, it would kill me. But at the same time I was struggling with the fact that I was married. After dinner, for some reason I had to go back to my office---on the 32nd floor of the Ark Mori building in Roppongi. It was there, staring out at the lights of Tokyo that I told her that I was married, and she explained that she was too. She was in an unhappy relationship, as was I. On the 2nd date she told me that she did not like my moustache, and that if I ever wanted to kiss her, I'd have to shave it off. She still wouldn't tell me where she was from. I was falling fast for her. I knew that every time I'd see her I would become more and more infatuated with her. Before our 3rd date, I shaved off my moustache. I took her to an Indian restaurant in a building in Roppongi and when we got into the elevator, which was empty, she suddenly grabbed me and kissed me on the lips. It was a surprise, and it happened fast, and she wouldn't let me kiss her again the rest of the night. I felt like I was just yanked off a stage (my marriage?) by one of those long stage hooks (and she was holding it), and there was nothing I could do! I also thought of the Animals, singing, The Ring of Fire. (Many know the version by Johnny Cash). There was no escape! It was several more dates before I finally learned, after asking many times, that she was from the Philippines. Pretty soon we were meeting every night, eating at nice restaurants, dancing, and staying our until the early morning. after which I'd catch a few hours of sleep before getting to work the following morning. We were constantly in each others arms, making out on the dance floor or in the back of a taxi, she would tell me how hot or horney it made her feel. But I would always drop her off at her condo, where I knew she would likely get her release from her Japanese husband. But there was a lot of sexual tension building up between us. The smell of her sweat was on my clothes and my arms and when I got home I would lay and savor it. Even on the way to Osaka, I would smell her on my clothes, and on the way back to Tokyo, alone in my seat on the Bullet Train or on a airplane, I would look for her scent on my sleeves, or jacket. Christmas was approaching and I was going to go back to the States with my Japanese wife. She too was planning to spend it in the Philippines. We met one last time before each going home for Christmas. I gave her a card. She told me that she 'Really really liked me.' And I told her that I really really liked her too. She said, "I mean that I really really really like you." So I grabbed the card back from her, and wrote in it, "I Love you." and handed it back to her. She responded, "I love you too." Later she would tell me that the whole time she was in the Philippines she could not stop thinking about me, so much so that she wondered why. She was away form her Japanese husband and she never thought about him like that. Once we both returned to Tokyo, we were once again spending every night together in each others arms. The sexual tension still strong between us. I wanted so much to have her... She told me that she would spend the night at my place on the night of her birthday, and I would finally have her. I will continue in the next post.
To continue, you might wonder, how was I able to spend so much time with my wife if she was married at the time. There were 3 reasons---1.) she was a budding TV actress in Tokyo, and many of the shoots, especially in public places such as department stores or shops were done at night so as not to interfere with the business during the day. I would go with her to the shoots, and was often an unpaid extra. It could take an hour or two, but sometimes it could take all night, and her husband would have no idea how long it could be---so while there were not really that many shoots, it was an excuse to stay out all night. 2.) She had a brother and several sisters also in Japan, and they would often party, or whatever, all night so that was another excuse she could use, and they would cover for her. And 3.) she was, like many beautiful women, high maintenance, so he needed to make money to keep her happy. So he formed a business that provided scaffolding to construction sites and he did this entirely in a neighboring province outside of Tokyo, so he would spend many nights each week there. Anyway, as I said, she promised that on her birthday she would spend the night at my condo. I was really looking forward to that. As a foreigner in Japan, I was constantly getting propositioned. In fact, I could walk into a room of Japanese or Asian women, and I could tell right away, which girls were interested in me, and of those girls, which ones I could take home and have sex with, and among those, which ones would take me right there if they could. For a foreigner in Asia, Asian women were very aggressive, and if you learned the body language, it could be a paradise. There was even a pub in Osaka that had one purpose----a chance for Japanese women to hook up with foreign men. So temptation was around me wherever I went. Even just going out to eat. For example, when I lived in Osaka and worked for a Japanese brokerage firm (not to brag but I was the first foreigner to work for a Japanese brokerage firm as a broker, there was one foreigner a few years before me that became licensed as a broker in Japan, but he worked for Merrill Lynch and then quit to live in the countryside so while I was the 2nd foreigner to pass the Japanese brokerage license, I was the first one at an actual Japanese firm), there was a coffee shop across the street from the office building where I would eat once or twice a week. The first time I ordered food there, and the waitress realized I spoke Japanese, she began asking if I was married and so forth. She was from China and had married a Japanese man. In that first conversation she told me that she had never slept with a foreigner. Every time I went there she would ask me if we could go out, or point out that there were several Love Hotels (where you pay by the hour) close by. But I was always good. I never cheated on my first wife, even as I had decided I wanted out of the relationship because she was trying to control my whole life and take it in a direction I had no interest in going. So this hot Filipina that I was madly in love with would have been the first woman I was with, outside of my first wife, for a fair number of years. On the day of her birthday, she had a fight with her Japanese husband and was stressed out over that. So when we met, and had a birthday dinner, and went to a few clubs before heading to the suburbs and my condo, she drank a little too much. She normally did not drink much alcohol, and it didn't take much to get her tipsy. But she wanted to forget about her husband and the fight, and she ended up getting drunk. At one point she even said to a Japanese host as we were leaving a club, "Do you want to have sex with me?" This was not like her, unless of course she gets drunk, which she normally doesn't do, and then she could potentially lose all inhibitions. As much as I wanted to take her home, I didn't want it to be like this. Whatever we were going to do, I didn't want there to be any implication that I was taking advantage of her. So we got in a taxi, and I dropped her off at her place. The next day she apologized. And promised that she would make it up to me that night. So that night, we went out to dinner, and then headed back to my place. Once at my place we went straight to my couch. She was wearing a pink ballroom gown that made rustling noises with most evey move she made, and as we began making out. We were both very excited and as we kissed I quickly unzipped the back of her gown. Despite all the intense kissing and necking we had done over the past few months, it was always in public, so we had never even so much as got into any petting. And the norm in Japan at this time, in the late 80's, was that every female wore bras. So I had not even seen her braless, with a shirt. I had certainly imagined many times what she looked like, but it wasn't till that moment, unzipping her gown and removing her bra that I had seen her tits. My initial reaction was that her puffy brown nipples, perky on her small but sexy beautiful breasts were like those of my sister-in-law. To digress, one of the temptations I was avoiding was my Japanese wife's younger sister, who was cute and married to a very boring Japanese guy. We often flirted in an innocent sort of way, because I know that she too liked me. At their parent's home, which is where my wife and I lived (because she was the oldest daughter and they had no sons, so the house was going to go to her) her younger sister often dressed casually with no bra, and made a point to expose herself to me any chance she could. And she would make sure that my eyes were going where she wanted them to. In fact, she even modeled underwear, which she loved to shop for, to me, because her husband wouldn't show any interest in it, and she said she liked that I appreciated seeing her in her underwear. Anyway, that's another story. I never did anything with her. But I also wondered, if I stayed married to my first wife, how bold would her sister become, and would I eventually give in? But back to my second wife, on my couch, in my Tokyo condo, now, for the first time, topless in my arms. She quickly undid my shirt, and I began sucking on her nipples to her loud moans. Then she stood up, and stepped out of her gown, I admired her narrow waist and her hips, so incredibly sexy in her black panties. She sat back down next to me, and I held her warm body, next to mine, caressing her hourglass shape. She was a bit shorter than my wife and felt smaller to me, but so soft... I kissed her and suggested we move to the bedroom. As we walked my eyes drank in every detail of her sexy body. She undid my pants, but before hopping into my futon. I reached for a box of condoms. But to my delight, she pushed my hand away and said, "I don't like those. I never use them." In Japan, everyone used condoms during the 80's. There was a belief that birth control pills caused blood clots, and doctors generally did not recommend them, except for regulating cycles or other such uses. Even with my first wife, the only time we went without a condom was when she was on her period, or sometimes shortly before her period. And let me remind you, she was the only I had been sleeping with for the past 7 or 8 years. So this girl didn't like condoms---yeah! I liked that! She had told me, probably weeks before, that she won't get pregnant, but in my bedroom, I asked her again about that. She explained that her sisters and her go to a Russian doctor in Roppongi and he gives them birth control pills. With more kissing I soon removed her panties and slid down to discover that the scent I loved so much in her sweat was unmistakably connected to her pussy. It was the most delicious kitty I had ever tasted. And as my tongue explored its depths, she moaned and held me tight. But then she pulled me up. "I can't wait anymore, put it in." she said. I remember gently sliding into her, she was tighter than my Japanese wife, and I could only go in a little ways at first, and then a little further on the next stroke, and so forth. I would imagine that in the States I am pretty average in size. But in Asia its a different story. Later she would tell me that it was the biggest she had until then, and that it was painful, but it felt so good. In bed with my Japanese wife, I tended to do most of the work. But this first time with my second wife, she was very active in bed. At one point as I was on top pushing in and out of her, she held me tight and began moving her hips, one side up, then the other side up, and as I stroked I could feel my cock moving from one side to the other within her vagina. "I want to be on top." she said, (something I always had trouble getting my Japanese wife to do, and to do well) and after we switched and I watched her incredible body ride me, her face in ecstasy. It was so much better than I had fantasized so many times before that. As I returned to take the top position, she told me, I want to feel your cum inside me. And when I did, she moaned with each contraction, as I felt the warmth of my cum fill up inside of her, and as I finished, she commented, "You came so much!" We cuddled, holding each other so tight, for quite a long time. But she had to get back home. So we took a shower together, and I again noticed each inch of her beautiful sexy slightly brown body. The dimple above the crack of her ass, for example. I loved it! I wanted to have her again, but she said, next time. And when that next time did come a few nights later, we did it 3 or 4 times. And the rest is history.
