Synopsis: A young couple nervously decide to have their first experience with extra person. Melanie and her boyfriend realise that the idea of her exploring sexual experiences with someone else turn them on, a lot... Not really a fully debauched hotwifing story, this is a semi-romantic exploration of what those first steps might look like and how intense it can be.

"I want to suck a dick."

That's normally a pretty good thing to hear your girlfriend say, isn't it? On any other day I'd have made a shitty joke and done a very unsexy waggling of the hips, before unzipping right there at the dinner table. But something about Melanie's tone, and the grim look in her eyes, curdled the quip in my mouth.

Something was up. Mel had been a little quiet for a while, but I'd assumed that it was that time of the month again, a.k.a. that time every few weeks where her boss decides to remind everyone what a colossal cunt he is. I'd guess that around 80% of her troubles were cunty-boss related, and with most of the other 20% coming from her boyfriend being a dumbass. But this was something else.

Her short black hair, somehow always perfectly framing her face, was drawn back behind her ears now. And she locked eyes with me, barely blinking. It was all quite intimidating. I felt my mouth purse open as I thought of what to say. I knew that she wasn't propositioning me, but I was slightly too scared to follow that thought anywhere further.

The first signs of life from Melanie; a nervous glance down for a microsecond and a quiet gulp of breath, revealed that she was apparently scared too. Hell, she seemed terrified. Terrified but still under control. That's just like her; to be so determined to get what she wanted that she'll put herself through hell for it. It's one of the things I loved about her. Nothing more attractive than a woman with a stubborn streak a mile wide.

She spoke up again, her voice betraying no sign of the momentary hesitation,

"I don't know how serious you were the other day, but I've been thinking about it. A lot. And I think I want to try it. I want us to try it. I love you, and I need you to be okay with it, but I want to try it. I want to suck a dick that isn't yours."

Ah fuck. Well I guess I only had myself to blame.

Smash cut to three weeks earlier. We were lying on the couch, fucking. It was incredibly hot, if I do say so myself. We had finished watching some godawful reality TV show, and then some light spooning, neck kissing and massaging had led to Mel's panties being around her ankles.

One of her hands was pushing up against the side of the couch to balance our thrusting, and the other was firmly pulling against her asscheek to open herself up as much as possible. She would crane her neck back to kiss me and moan into my mouth until she couldn't take it and flopped back down again. I would take those opportunities to nibble at her neck, or spank at her booty, or reach around and tease her clit. Whatever she was least expecting. One thing I'd quickly learned about my black haired bombshell: the more you change things up and surprise her in the bedroom, the more she'd let loose and respond almost ferally to the teasing.

Then I did something that would change our relationship forever. I thought it was relatively innocuous at the time; I just snaked my arm underneath her head, before stroking her neck and then slipping two fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them intensely, only pausing every now and then to pant in some oxygen.

Mel has always been a 'sucker': fingers, cock, testicles, tongue, sometimes even a nose! Anything that goes near her mouth is likely to get a warm welcome and at least a long smooch. It had never really seemed like a full on fetish or anything, but just more of a thing she enjoyed more than most people I'd encountered.

As I said, it wasn't that big of a deal, so I don't really know why I said "Mmmm, I bet you want another cock in that pretty mouth, don't you?" I guess it just seemed true at the time, and it was kind of generically sexy without thinking too deeply about it.

Mel's reaction was instantaneous. She practically whimpered as her whole body tensed up. She moaned and hummed in agreement, before throwing herself back onto my cock again and again. She stared back at me whilst running her tongue across the digits in her mouth. Thinking back on it all, it wasn't exactly a subtle display...

She abandoned her butt-holding duties and started rubbing her clit fervently. This always meant she was close to an orgasm: my little control freak hated not being the one to push herself over the finish line. Apparently it had intimidated or irritated some of her previous partners, but I found it quite funny how fierce she'd get about needing to get off precisely when she meant to, and not trusting anyone else to do it for her. And there were some perks, like being able to focus on fucking her just the way she liked, or timing a perfectly simultaneous orgasm for us. And of course when I did tie her up or go down on her until she came, there was a certain satisfaction in proving that she wasn't the only one who know what buttons to push, or even flick.

This particular orgasm had been a strong one: I had to restrain her shaking legs and chest to stop her falling off the couch and onto the floor, and I'd lost count of the number of times she'd said the words "Fuck" and "Yes". After a little recovery time, she'd opened her eyes and gazed deeply into mine.

"Did you mean that?"

"Um, yeah I did, I guess. You looked so fucking hot, I just wish I could be in two places at once, haha."

Her angular face didn't move for what seemed like minutes as it studied me, before it relaxed into a smile. Mel sighed contentedly and snuggled back towards my body. A surprisingly large amount of heat marked my belly and groin, where she'd leaked against me. We clutched each other, me still inside of her, and fell towards a drowsy promise of rest.

"Yeah. I... I think I wish that too."

So yeah, maybe I should have seen this all coming.

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