A Normal Open Marriage – The Beginning

My name is Michael. I work from 9am to 3pm Monday through Saturday in an office and another 3 hours a day at home after my wife has gone out for the evening. My wife doesn’t work. She spends her days reading and working out. Three days a week, her lover comes over in the afternoon. He usually leaves around the same I get home at 3:30, but sometimes he stays until 4 or 5 o’clock. Nice guy. Always friendly and very polite. He works nights and is very happily married to a beautiful Latin woman from Spain. I adore her and have given her two children, he is sterile. Both of them are highly sexual and have been really good friends of ours since High School.

Their names are Kevin and Claudia, he was born and raised in Wales and she was born and raised in Spain. You can hear it in their voices when they speak. My wife is Patricia. She is a Scott, born and raised in Scotland, than France before coming to America. Her first years here in her early teens were spent in Puerto Rico for two years then to New York for a year, then to sunny San Diego where she met me, and our two friends. Yes, you guessed it, she speaks several languages.

We don’t consider ourselves swingers. But we openly enjoy sex with other people. Mostly with this couple, but there are others. My wife and I both have very high sex drives. We all graduated from USC Berkeley and live near there.

Claudia has a career helping couples through traumatic times within their marriages. Often this concerns something sexual, an unfaithful spouse, a spouse seemingly uninterested in sex, fear of expressing themselves, including nudity, a total ignorance about sexuality leaving them feeling frustrated or abused. The list goes on. Claudia being a highly sexual person with lots of sexual knowledge is the perfect person to help guide these people back into a happy marriage. She really enjoys her job.

Kevin works at a job, sitting at a computer designing things that he can not talk about. It is a mystery. LOL. Who knows what he actually does. But he enjoys his job. No stress and high pay. What is there not to love about that?

My first sexual experience was at 11. I fell in lust with my Den Mother in the Cub Scouts when I was 8 years old. She had these huge breasts that her Den Mother Blouse couldn’t hardly contain. The buttons were always strained, showing flesh between the buttons. I spent the Cub Scout years praying those buttons would pop off.

Then at ten years old, I went over to her house and she was wearing a halter top and bikini bottoms. The top was a cream white and held on by a big bow behind her neck and behind her back. I so very much wanted to just give each bow a tug and release those huge breasts. Her big nipples could clearly been seen, both in their dark color, and in the way they tried to poke through the fabric.

Her bikini bottoms were pale yellow. They must have been unlined, because I could see the color of her dark pubic hair under them. A small thick triangle. Her round ass cheeks mostly uncovered, and the fabric tucked in between her cheeks really showed off her ass beautifully. I was instantly hard upon seeing her. She noticed and put on a sundress. Somehow she looked even more sexy. Her breasts swayed freely under the dress and I was craving feeling her naked under me, cock feeling pussy for the first time.

My 11th birthday was a pool party. And all of my friends and their mothers were there. String bikini bathing suits were the thing to wear that year. Basically three triangles of cloth held onto the women’s bodies with thin cord. All of our mothers were still young and physically fit. No mother had reached 30 years old yet. My mother was the oldest at 29, her birthday is two days after mine. And yes, my mother is hot. Really hot. Sexual attractiveness just oozes out of her. My high sexual drive must have come from her genes.

My Den Mother in that super tiny bikini, just looked naked. The bikini was the exact color of her skin. The top was so small it couldn’t cover her huge areolas, they peaked out on both sides of each triangle. When the fabric got wet, it became totally transparent. Her bush was the exact size as the fabric covering it. Her big lips kept sticking out and had to be tucked back in, over and over again. Oh how I wanted her to stop tucking them under the thin fabric. I was so hard that day. All through the pool party these nearly naked mothers looked so fucking hot, I wanted to fuck every single one of them. Even my mom. LOL. It was the best pool party ever!

Late that afternoon, my Den Mother asked what I wanted for my birthday. I looked at my mom, and she nodded yes. I turned back to my Den Mother and said, “You”. She gave me a big smile, took my hand, then asked my mother, “Are you sure this is ok with you and your husband?” My mom said yes and my Den Mother led me off to my bedroom and gave me my first blow job. It was fantastic. I mean, well there aren’t words to describe how wonderful it felt. Way better than the orgasms that I gave myself. Her mouth was heaven. I felt a woman’s throat for the first time. Not deeply yet, I was only 11 and probably had somewhere between a 5 and a 6 inch cock back then. Just guessing. Long enough to feel the hardness of her throat compared to the soft wetness of her mouth.

She sucked my balls, licked my asshole, and slipped a finger inside and oh wow, I discovered that I had a prostate. Fuck me that felt good. A second orgasm soon filled her mouth with my young cum. She smiled after swallowing and told me that young cum is her favorite thing in the world and was so happy that I was finally old enough to ejaculate, she has been waiting so long for it. My mom had discovered my wet cum on my sheets every morning, and had told her when it started happening. Apparently my mom is very proud that I started to ejaculate at such a young age. Moms are amazing.

After my blow jobs, she taught me how to suck a nipple in a way that milk would easily come out if a woman was lactating. Then she taught me all about pussy. I didn’t get to fuck her that day, but she said I was wonderful at pleasing her with my mouth and bringing her to many orgasms. 69 felt amazing with those huge breasts pressed down on top of me. I couldn’t get over how good it felt.

I loved sucking each of her lovely pussy lips into my mouth almost as much as licking her big clit. She taught me how to use my upper lip on her clit, moving back and forth while my tongue slid up and down between the underside of her clit and her vagina while gently sucking everything into my mouth. She came explosively when ever I did that. I loved making her cum, and she tasted so fucking good. Her vagina smelled better than anything that I had ever smelled before. A crazy wonderful aroma. I wanted to take it everywhere with me, forever. I was absolutely in love with her vagina. The aroma, the sight and feel of it. The delightful way it tasted. I wanted my penis inside of it.

But she said that I had to wait. She was ovulating and couldn’t risk pregnancy. But next week she could come back, if I wanted her to. Are you fucking kidding? Of course I wanted her to come back and fuck me. I had been dreaming of this since I turned 8 years old. That is a long time to wait. LOL.

The next week she came by wearing a pale flowery sundress, flip-flops, and nothing else.
“Time to teach you how to fuck in a way that women will never forget”. When we got to my room, she told me that what she was going to teach me, will have women wanting me, and perhaps begging me, to make them pregnant. She warned me not to give in and do that. In fact to always use a condom with everyone except her and my mother.

Wait! What? My mother? Did she just say, my mother? Was my own mother thinking of me in this way? I was so overcome with images of this that I almost missed out on the condom message. She snapped me back into reality. “Are you listening to me? Condoms are a must, even if a girl ‘claims’ to be on the pill. Use a fucking condom! Promise me this Right Now!”. “Ok, Ok. I PROMISE”. Over the years, I mostly adhered to that promise. When I didn’t, they always got pregnant. Go figure. There IS Birth Control Pills out there for you to use. Women, wise up and take them!

Losing my virginity was awesome. She took all day, playing, laughing, teasing, teaching. We didn’t just fuck for an hour or so. She really took the time to teach me how to use my cock. So different than the in and out I had seen in porn. She explained how porn is done for the cameraman to see the cock go in and out of whatever hole he wanted to record. It had nothing to do with the enjoyment of those involved. Not saying that they weren’t enjoying themselves, but the camera and angles and lighting were the most important thing. When pleasuring a woman with your cock it is much much more than that. And that took all day to learn. And was fucking fun. I had no idea how much there was to learn to become a true Cocksman. I am so happy I have such a good Den Mother. I wonder if they have a badge for this. LOL.

Over my teenage years my Den Mother fucked me every chance she got. When I turned 18, she gave me a beautiful baby girl. Her last baby. I adore my daughter.

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