Your Wifes Blowjob History

You'd always assumed your wife had given her first blowjob to Tim after they lost their virginities to each other. It's been almost two decades since learning her sexual history (Tim in her first few years of college, then Sean for senior year and two more), and that sequence has always been your assumption. You're always a little bit jealous of them, but you're mostly turned on by it all. For some hot reason, you find yourself wondering lately about her first blowjob.

Before you married, you never really thought about how you'd still masturbate occasionally. But of course you do, touching yourself in bed, Jodie asleep next to you. More surprising is your go-to fantasy. Your right hand slowly pumping your cock, left arm up and over your face. You kiss your own smooth bicep, and somehow it's Jodie's mouth there, kissing you back. Her lips are wet. Her breath smells of Tim's cock. Nothing makes you spurt as much warm cum on yourself as the idea that somehow, impossibly, you're kissing Jodie minutes after she's sucked off Tim.

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Are you sure you want to know the whole story? Maybe just enough to set the scene:

They were more or less best friends since freshman year of college. In the fall they walked through a show in the art department. There was one painting which immediately spoke to Jodie, although she didn't say anything.

The next day, she returned alone, disposable camera in hand. She got the photos developed right away, only caring about one. Did anyone ever notice her looking at it in the following weeks? She'd steal a glance at odd times, feeling inexorably drawn to it.

Finally, right before Christmas break, she couldn't take it anymore. She and Tim were in his dorm room, reading separately. She pulled the photo from her book, ready to show him.

"Can I tell you something... ask you something?"

"Sure."

"That art show we went to... I took a photo. I can't seem to stop looking at it."

Jodie waits, then shyly hands it to Tim, who laughs a little, not sure what the joke is. He also wasn't sure what the point of the painting was, but it featured a naked man in it, his dick maybe half erect, pointing toward the viewer.

They looked at each other, saying nothing. Then:

"I can't stop looking at it. I look at it all the time." Another pause, then it spills out:

I think... I really want to have... I want a cock. I want to touch one. I want to put one in my mouth." No turning back:

"Can I see yours? Can I touch it... Can I try to make you cum?"

Had she gotten any sign from Tim that this wouldn't seem surprising to him? She broke off eye contact, looked to the ground, ready to say sorry, ready to walk back to her room.

But, of course: "I... sure. Yeah, that sounds... Are you sure? Really?"

"Yeah. I can't stop thinking about it. I'm pretty sure I'm going to like it." They've both been talking softly for a while, couldn't remember when that started.

They were both sitting on his bed, but now Tim got up, too, turning off the main light, leaving a small desk lamp on. Jodie moved to the floor by the edge of the bed, having thought this through. Tim slowly took off his pants, then, more slowly, his boxers. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs on the floor.

Your wife moved closer, kneeling between his legs. She was smiling a little.

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That ought to be enough. Sometimes uncertainty is hotter than complete knowledge. Can you proceed on your own, reframing your wife's history as a little more sexually forward than you thought, wondering what else this changes, mulling over all the unknown, tantalizing possibilities?

No? Really? All right. Here are a few thoughts as you touch yourself tonight. Remember, these details matter.

Do you picture her hesitating at all?

Do you picture it taking a little time for her to discover a good rhythm between her hand and mouth?

Do you think Tim moaned that first time, feeling your future wife's soft lips around his cock?

Do you picture her resting her arms on Tim's legs?

How quiet was his room? Could they both hear the wet sounds of her mouth on him?

Do you picture Jodie wetly licking under his balls a little, even for this first blowjob?

Do you think she moaned, surprised how good it felt to have his warm cock fill her mouth? Did she feel fulfilled, the primal promise of the painting met at last?

Do you think she sensed when Tim was getting close, feeling his cock swell a little, his balls tighten up? Could she tell from his breathing, or did he say something?

Do you think, wanting it to last and last, this obsession she developed, that was the first time during a blowjob that she slowed things down?

So maybe she did lick his balls?

Was this when she discovered how much Tim liked it when she tilted her head, licking and using her lips to nibble along his shaft, up to the skin at his cockhead?

How long do you think that all lasted, the alternate licking, the sucking? And who was she doing it for?

Do you think she decided when to let him (make him?) cum, or did it just become inevitable?

When she felt his cock pulsating, how long was it until she first tasted semen? Do you think it happened right away? Did it pool onto her tongue, or did it stickily hit and coat the back of your wife's mouth?

Do you imagine Tim spurting a lot of cum in her mouth that first time?

Do you think she knew going into it that she'd swallow, or did it just happen, that she found swallowing to be natural?

Was Jodie surprised how wet her panties suddenly felt when he spurted in her mouth?

Who do you think spoke first after she swallowed?

How soon after waking up the next day did your wife remember Tim's sperm ended up in her tummy last night?

This one's a little crude, like the language sometimes used in movies and media. She'd heard it before, certainly, but there was some definite time after this when Jodie first heard the word "cocksucker" again. What do you think went through her head then?

When do you think she next sucked him off?

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When Jodie snuck you into the bathroom for a quick blowjob at that museum on your honeymoon, do you remember wondering, "Where did that come from?"

When you're the one asleep and not Jodie, would you ever have guessed that her go-to fantasy is the same as yours, that the only difference, really, is that she doesn't have to pretend about the taste of Tim's salty semen in her mouth?

Did you know your wife still has the photo, and that she smiles at the somewhat embarrassing memory of what it did to her, at how often her mouth was on the the end of Tim's cock, bobbing up and down, at how, more days than not, she went to class, or the dining hall, or went to sleep, with Tim's warm cum down her throat?