Wife Tells Me About Her First Orgasm

Do you know the story behind your spouse’s very first orgasm?

Joy and I had been married for ten years before I found out the story of her first orgasm. We were in bed one night and I was feeling quite horny. But it was “shark week” so sex was off the table, which meant it was time for other things. We climbed into bed, me naked, her in just her panties. I lay on my back on my side and she sat in the middle by my hips. She grabbed the coconut oil, took a scoop, and rubbed it onto my half-erect cock. As she rubbed I grew harder. Sometimes we like to recount favorite past experiences or fantasies while making love or masturbating each other.

“I don’t know why I’ve never asked,” I said, enjoying the feeling, “but when did you start masturbating?”

“I never told you that?” she replied. I shook my head. “We’ve been married ten years. How did it never come up before now?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, enjoying her smooth hard swirling in circles around the head of my hard shaft.

She said, “Well, the very first orgasm I ever had was with you. Not long after we started dating we were making out on my couch after school one afternoon before my parents got home. It was all very exciting and new since I’d never had a boyfriend before and you were the older college boy and so hot and sexy. Even though we hadn’t touched each other yet.”

My penis was beginning to tingle more strongly. I said, “Mmmm. Then what?”

She began stroking a little faster. “Like I said, we were on the couch, lying down on our sides, face-to-face, and our legs were wrapped around each other’s, so your thigh was kind of pressed against my crotch and my legs were wrapped around your leg. We were kissing really hard and kind of dry-humping. I started to feel something in my clit I’d never felt before. I mean, I knew about stuff from sex ed in school but I had never touched myself or masturbated before, so I wasn’t entirely sure.”

I said, “Really? You never masturbated before we started dating? You were like 18!”

She replied, “I know, but I was always the good girl.”

“Clearly,” I said, “And clearly not a dude. We start way young. I was like 12 or 13 when I started masturbating.” We both laughed. I said, “Don’t stop,” and smiled.

She swirled her palm around my frenulum as she stroked me expertly. I rubbed her breasts with my outstretched right hand. “Well, we were there, making out, my legs wrapped around yours, your thigh pressed against my crotch. I could feel my clit starting to tingle in a new way and it started to feel really good. I was nervous because on the one hand I didn’t want to stop but on the other hand I was a little scared and wasn’t sure if I should keep going. I could feel your erection pressing against my stomach and everything was so exciting I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed a little harder and faster against you, the tingling got stronger and stronger, I got wetter and wetter, then I knew I was about to have my first orgasm.”

“Don’t stop,” I moaned, “Keep going.”

“Well,” she said smoothly, enjoying teasing me, knowing I was close, “we kept kissing, I got closer and closer, closer and closer, until I realized it was too late to stop if I wanted to and suddenly my pussy squeezed and this feeling just exploded from my clit and my muscles contracted all over and I kept rubbing against your thigh and cumming and cumming and I have no idea how you didn’t notice because it was really big.”

And with that I moaned and my penis twitched and I started cumming all over my stomach and her hand, huge, giant ropes that splashed up to my shoulder and all over my chest and left a large pool around my belly button.

“That’s it, baby,” she purred as I released, “Cum for me. Mmmmm.”

After I finished she let me go and we smiled at each other and said, “I love you.”