A persons first sexual experience is the most important one that they will ever
have because it will determine the type of experiences that they will have in the
future. For my wife and I, we've had two first times, and these experiences are
largely responsible for my wife and I being together, and being open about our
sexuality.

The first took place when we were eighteen years old in the stairway of the
apartment building that I lived in at the time. I had had sex on one previous
occasion, but it was not an enjoyable experience for various reasons. Because of
that I consider this to be my first time. My wife on the other hand was a virgin
at the time, and I was honored to be her first. Up until that point, we had
engaged in heavy petting, oral sex and dry humping.  Occasionally, I would put on
a condom and rub my hard penis against her wet pussy in the missionary position.
We would also kiss and touch each other all over while this was going on. The
combination of these activities would get her excited enough that she would
climax at least once. It was during this activity that my penis accidentally
slipped into her. We both froze because we had agreed to do "everything but." I
remember thinking "What the hell do I do now? Do I pull out or do we go for it?"
I kept looking at her to see if she would answer the question for me. After what
seemed to be an eternity, my wife quietly urged me to make love to her. That's
when I started to thrust in and out of her slowly. She sighed as if the relief
she was looking for was finally given to her. We screwed in that position for a
while, then I flipped her over on to her hands and knees and we did it "doggie
style." She wasn't used to the length of my cock (which is eight inches long) ,
so she would yelp occasionally when I hit bottom. I was concerned that I was
hurting her, but she was having the time of her life. We finished up by holding
and kissing each other. Despite the fact that neither one of us climaxed, we had
a great time. Mostly because we were enjoying the intimacy of sharing each other.

For various reasons, we broke up after high school and went our separate ways.
Seven years later we ran into each other again. The old feelings were still there
and we started dating again. In a way it was like high school again because she
would let me do "everything but" when I wanted to "get hot and heavy" from the
start. It wasn't until a month or so after we started dating again that we made
love again for the first time. We went away to a small tourist town just west of
the city and stayed in a small inn that had bi-level rooms that were amazing.
Soon after getting settled into our room, we started fooling around which led to
petting. That in turn left my wife excited enough that she asked me to get some
condoms and make love to her. After putting on a condom, we went at it in
missionary position. For whatever reason, I got a kinky thought in my mind. I
asked her if she would let me cum all over her. She readily agreed to the idea. I
then pulled out of her, took off the condom, and started to stroke my cock. It
didn't take long for me to start climaxing so I aimed it at her breasts and shot
a load that she smeared all over her breasts and stomach. She then pulled me down
on top of her and we fell asleep like that.

It was shortly after that second ìfirstî experience that I asked my wife to marry
me. Which in turn started us down the road of many sexual adventures. But without
the type of "first" experiences that we had, none of that would have ever taken
place.