2 comments/ 16228 views/ 7 favorites Seeing Her First Time By: ncinsa "Happy birthday, honey," he said. Charlie leaned in and gave his wife a kiss as she lay beside him. The sweat of their lovemaking heavy in the air. "I hope you have a good day." Eleanor sighed deeply. "If it continues as well as it's started, it will be a great day!" They got up and started their morning preparations. He hopped in the shower first while she brushed her teeth, still naked. She watched her breasts jiggle with the strokes of brushing. After she finished, she looked at herself in the mirror and contemplated her body. "Do you still think I'm sexy," she queried as she lifted and dropped her breasts one at a time. From in the shower her husband replied, "Of course I do. I think you're sexier than ever." She walked over to the the shower and pulled the door open. He recoiled from the cold air. She looked at him sincerely and asked again. "No, really. Do you think I'm still sexy? I mean, we've been together for ten years now, I've had two kids. This," she gestured to herself, "is not a tight young thing. It's not the body you married." He stopped sudsing the shampoo in his hair, reached out, pulled her into the shower with him and held her tight. "I love you for more than your body, and even then, I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I wouldn't want to be with anyone else." He gave her a squeeze. They stood for a moment, the hot water running over and between them. He felt, rather than heard her chuckle. "What's so funny?" "Oh, I was just remembering that this is the 20th anniversary of losing my virginity. I was thinking you might have different thoughts about my sexiness if you could have been with me back then." Still holding her close, he looked down at her. "What do you mean?" She stepped back from him a little and made her best Bring It On pose. "I had a hot little cheerleader body, and all the boys wanted me. And honestly, I was so horny all the time, if we had been together back then, I'd have worn you out." She winked. "Hand me the soap, I need to get ready for work." "You lost your virginity on your birthday?" He handed her the soap and began washing her back. "Yep, my 20th. I was so proud I hadn't had sex as a teenager. Of course, I'd done other things, but not sex. I thought you knew that." "Maybe I just forgot. So was it your boyfriend, or just a hookup? She turned to him with a sly look. "Aren't you nosy. What, are you suddenly jealous of 20 year old me?" She leaned in close, rubbing her soapy body against him. "Or are you jealous of the guy who fucked me?" She tugged his cock and licked his nipple before stepping away to continue her washing. He stood, silent for a moment. His member hardening from the touch. Finally he answered, "I was just wondering. I don't really keep up with your relationships. I certainly wasn't judging." "I know. You know, I was just teasing you. It wasn't anything special. I was making out with my boyfriend and I just let him keep going. I'm not even sure I came." She finished rinsing off and got out of the shower. "That's too bad," he answered. "Eh, it was the first time. I didn't expect it to be earth shattering." She dried off and left the bathroom to get dressed. He kept thinking while he finished his shower. He was imagining his wife at 20. He'd seen pictures of her that time and had always thought she was cute, but for some reason he'd never really considered her sexually at that age. "Are you going to be all day in there?" She called from the other room. He shook himself loose from the mental images of his wife making out with with an unknown 20-something and finished his shower. They finished getting ready, got the kids off to school and then headed their separate ways to work. He kissed her and wished her happy birthday again before they parted and she reminded him of dinner reservations. All day at work he was distracted by the new found interest in the beginnings of his wife's sexuality. He kept imagining how the evening (was it evening?) might have happened. Who's place were they at? Did they get drunk? Did she go down on him? Did he go down on her? He had a hard time focusing on work. He was snapped from one of his fantasies by his friend, Jacob knocking on his office door. "Hey man, is everything alright?" "yeah, why?" Charlie tried unsuccessfully to look busy. "You've been really out of it today. Is everything okay?" Jacob and Charlie had been friends for a long time and knew each other's families. Charlie waved him in and motioned to shut the door. Jacob complied, beginning to look worried. "So, yeah, everything's okay. You know today's Eleanor's birthday right? Sit down, man. Well anyway, this morning we're talking and she tells me about how she lost her virginity 20 years ago today." "On her birthday? That's a pretty sweet present, especially for the dude. It was a dude right? She's not one who's hung up of that kind of thing." "Yeah, of course, I think. I dunno. Anyway, since then I just can't stop thinking about it. About what happened. For some reason I'm just totally stuck on this idea of her first time." Jacob, who had already sat down and was leaning in close, sat back. " I don't know what to say may. I'm the one who fucked Stacy for the first time, so I know exactly what her first time was like." "Gee thanks," Charlie said sarcastically. "I'm sorry man, I don't know what to say. Think of it this way though, whoever that guy, or girl, was, they maybe got to have sex with Eleanor a few times, maybe a few dozen. I know what you two are like. You've done it hundreds of times and you know how to work each other, so it's got to be way better. Don't worry about it." "I'm not worried, and you're right our sex is better, I have no doubt. To be honest, I'm kinda turned on thinking about the whole thing. Imagining being that guy." "I hear ya. Look, I didn't come by to talk about fucking your wife. We have that meeting in," Jacob looked at his watch, "shit, five minutes. "Oh, man, I'm sorry. Yeah. Let's go. Thanks again for listening to my pathetic problems." They got up and left the office. An hour later Charlie returned. His head was a little clearer. The meeting had been a good distraction and he was able to focus on work. About thirty minutes after he sat down he got a message from Jacob. The subject just read: You might like this. He never knew what type of digital harassment he was in for from Jacob, so with trepidation, he opened the email. All it contained was a bit.ly link. Figuring it was mostly safe, since Jacob had sent it from his work email, Charlie followed it. At first he thought it was a joke; the page was poorly formatted and looked like something form the late 90's. As he sorted through the animated graphics and poorly aligned text, he found the meat of the page. Jacob had sent him a link to a guy who taught a sort of joint hypnosis. He claimed it allowed someone to experience another's memories from the perspective of someone else in the memory. According to the website, if you did this guy's method, you could relive parts of someone's life, not as them, but with them. It all seemed kind of hokey. Jacob was just giving Charlie a hard time. It's how they were as friends. Charlie was about to close the page and send a sarcastic thanks to Jacob when he caught sight of one particular flashing button in the corner of the page that simply stated "Free Trial." Charlie paused for a moment. If this did work, he'd be able to live through Eleanor's first time with her and then he wouldn't be so hung up on it. If it didn't, then there was no harm and since it was a free trial, no cost. He debated just a bit longer before he figured "What the hell," and clicked the link. The page it took him to was much like the previous. There didn't seem to be any sign-ups, just a list of directions. It all seemed very new-agey. Still, Charlie read through them, but he was surprised by the last entry. "The person whose memories you are reliving will not remember this has happened since you are playing back an existing memory of theirs. You, however will have total remembrance, even if their memory of the event is fractured by time. Please use carefully." Charlie read the directions several times, wanting to commit it to memory rather than risk a hard copy. Finally he was sure he had it all down. To cover his tracks, he cleared his browser history and sent Jacob that sarcastic thanks. He pushed himself to focus on work for the rest of the day and was actually surprised when five rolled around. He said his goodbyes and accepted birthday wished for Eleanor on his way out. The evening was lovely. The kids gave their mom nice hand-crafted gifts and Charlie gave her a new watch. They went to dinner and ate just a little too much. Eleanor broke form her usual habit of not drinking in front of the kids to have a couple of glasses of wine. She explained it was an extra special occasion. "Your mom is only going to turn 40 once." They went back home and the kids went to bed. Charlie and Eleanor got ready for bed and sat, cuddled under the blanked watching an episode of her favorite show on Netflix. "Did you have a nice day, honey?" Charlie asked. "Mm hmm," she replied and nuzzled him. Charlie decided it was a good time to try what he had read about that afternoon. The first item in the list had been for both people to relax. This was about as relaxed as they could be without actually being asleep. As per the next step, he arranged the two of them so he was sitting behind her. He started massaging her shoulders. She moaned lightly. He leaned his head forward to touch the back of hers. He closed his eyes and began focused breathing and squeezed her shoulders in time with his breath. He could feel her breathing fall in sync with his. He kept this up for several minutes until he could feel her weight as though she were asleep. Then he began to focus what he knew of her story on that day, 20 years ago. All he knew was she said they had been making out. He imagined her making out with some guy she was dating. He felt his cock twitch at the thought, but he kept his focus. As he kept thinking about it, his sense of the room began to fade. First the TV got quiet, then the sound of the ceiling fan. From the silence, a new sound emerged, soft and muddled at first, then becoming clearer. It was "Kiss from a Rose" by Seal. He didn't know where it was coming from, but he didn't let himself be distracted, it seemed like maybe it was working. He kept focusing on the idea out making out with his 20 year old wife.He could still feel her weight against him, feel his head pressed against her. He focused on his breathing again. Suddenly the room lit up. He moved, or felt himself move. He sat back. He tried to look around, but he couldn't make his body do what he wanted. He was not in his room any more. He was looking at a TV that wasn't theirs. In fact, it was an old fat, tube TV. Seinfeld was on. He was wearing ripped jeans and Sketchers. Also, he was sitting on a couch, not their bed and his wife was nowhere to be seen. He was very confused. Out of his control, his hand brought a cigarette to his mouth and he took a deep draw. The taste was putrid, but he didn't gag. He held it in and then blew it out slowly. He felt his pulse quicken slightly. "What the fuck is going on?" he tried to say, but could only hear it in his head. He tried to look around again, but his body would obey no commands. At least it seemed he could look around with his eyes. He scanned the room. Judging from the decor, the TV and his clothes, it was the mid-nineties. He was continuing his visual archaeology when he heard the toilet flush. His head turned and a voice spoke from his mouth, "You finally done?" Who the hell was that? He'd never heard that voice before. "Almost, give me just a sec," came a female voice from behind the bathroom door. It was, unlike the voice from his own mouth, very familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. "Are you ready," it called again. "You know I am," his mouth said. He was still facing the door. The doorknob turned and the door opened slowly revealing a young woman in tight, cut-off jean shorts and a loose crop-top Adidas shirt. She was wearing heavy make-up and bright red lipstick. Her hair was done up like Rachel from Friends. She had her hands on top of her head which brought the bottom of the shirt up just enough to see the bottom of her bare breasts. Charlie was so distracted by her hotness, it took him a moment to realize it was his wife. A younger, firmer version of his wife. Damn she was hot. She showed off for a few seconds writhing seductively against the door. "You like it?" She asked, knowing full well he did. "Fuck yeah I like it." His mouth said again. "That's exactly what I asked you to wear." The voice broke Charlie's attention from Eleanor's body. "It's all for you." She said walking slowly to the couch. Charlie's head followed her. She stopped right in front of him and twirled so he could get a good look at her. "My God, Ella, you are so hot." He reached up and grabbed her arm and pulled her down onto his lap. Charlie felt everything, even though he had no control of it. He felt as his proxy pulled Eleanor's face to him and kissed her hard. He felt as their tongues battled for the back of each other's mouths. She had never kissed him with such abandon. He felt a twinge of sadness. A brief flash of regret washed over him as he continued to make out with the 20 year old version of his wife. It was then that he realized he didn't know how to get out of the memory. Through the kissing and holding, he tried not to panic. He started thinking about how to break the trance and get out of this place. The kissing continued and he felt his cock get hard. He felt it press against his pants. It felt different, not like his. The sensation drew his attention back to the past world. He felt his wife's weight on the body he inhabited, but it was much less and easier to handle. He looked with eyes and noticed his arms were much larger than he was used to. He watched the arms as the moved up and down Eleanor's back. They were strong arms and the hands were large too. Eleanor pulled back from the kissing and looked him straight in the eye. "I want you to make my birthday one I will never forget. I want you to have me. I want to be taken by you. Will you do that for me?" She was seriously into this, her tones of voice hadn't changed in twenty years. His hands, not Charlie's gripped her by the arms tenderly. His voice, not Charlie's said, "I will make sure that your every desire is fulfilled tonight. My birthday gift to you, my sweet Ella, is to take you and take you places you've only dreamed of." Oh god, thought Charlie, that's cheesy. And what's with this Ella business. She hates being called Ella. Without breaking eye contact, Eleanor asked in her sultriest voice, "What do you want me to do?" and bit her lip coyly. Charlie felt the strange cock surge and the hands pull Eleanor back in for more kissing. Not knowing how to stop the memory, Charlie figured he should at least experience it. It was what he had spent the whole day thinking about. This just wasn't how he expected to learn about it. The kissing was unceasing and incredibly passionate. Hands started to roam and Charlie felt his wife's bare back from shoulder to waist. Up and down the hands glided and he noted how smooth and soft the skin was. After several traversals, the hands continued sliding down into the back of the shorts. They stayed there and began kneading the firm flesh. The tone of the kissing changed from playful to sensual. The tongues, rather than darting, began to encircle one another, gliding slowly. He could feel her hands, which had been holding his chin slide down his neck and out to his shoulders. Once there, she disengaged the kiss with a final swirl of her tongue, pushed herself upright and climbed off of him. Charlie was once again able to take in a full-length view. Her lipstick was quite smeared and a good bit of it was gone. The voice spoke again, rather sweetly, "You look a bit scruffy. Go fix yourself up and I'll tell you what to do next when you get back." "Okay," She said playfully and bounded off to the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut, the body stood up. He walked over to the closet and as he approached, Charlie could see the person in the mirror. It was by far the most surreal experience of his life. He was looking through the eyes of a body that wasn't his and that he had no control over. He didn't have long to look, because the person was not going to look in the mirror. He went into the closet and stripped down to his underwear. (Briefs? Really? Charlie thought.) Then he grabbed a bag and hurried back to the couch. Charlie was curious what was in the bag. He had just sat down and put the bag under a cushion when Eleanor came strutting into the room. She had fixed her hair and reapplied her make-up. She noticed his lack of clothes with a raising of her eyebrows. "Well then!" "You look nice," said the proxy. "Turn around for me again." Eleanor complied gladly, posing her arms like a dancer as she did. Charlie caught sight of something on her hip as she spun. He tired to focus on it, but it was gone. Apparently he wasn't the only one who noticed. "Wait a sec, come over here," the voice said. She giggled and came over. She obviously knew what he saw. She stood right in front of him and pulled down the side of her shorts revealing a tattoo. "A tattoo? She doesn't have a tattoo!" Charlie's mind raced to review everything he knew about his wife's hip. In scripted letters half an inch tall was the name Eddie. "You got a tattoo of my name? Oh, Ella, that's awesome," Eddie exclaimed. Charlie felt a little sick. At least he had a name for the body. Did he ever hear Eleanor talk of an Eddie? He was trying to remember. "Be gentle with it," Eleanor said. "I got it today and its a little tender." "Baby, I promise you, that's going to be the only part of your body I'm gentle with." And Eddie slapped her ass none too softly. She straightened up. "Hey," she said playfully. "Eh," he cut her off, raising one finger. "You are mine for the taking, remember?" "Yes, sir," she replied and mocked a salute. "Now, first things first," Eddie said. "Bring me a lit cigarette." Eleanor saluted again and dutifully retrieved a cigarette and lit it. She held it out for Eddie to take. "That one if for you for now. I want you to keep it in your mouth while you pull my pants off." She raised one eyebrow and took a long slow draw on the cigarette. "Eleanor doesn't smoke," Charlie thought. She blew the smoke back at Eddie, then put the cigarette between her lips. She walked over and leaned down to pull his underwear off. "No, I want you to kneel down and do that." She saluted again and knelt between his knees. She put her hands on his thighs. She puffed the cigarette and slowly worked her hands up the tops of his legs. When she reached his stomach, she curled her fingers and quickly yanked down his briefs. The cock that had been pressing against the cotton flipped down and back up again in its freedom. Charlie was shocked at the size of Eddie's hard on. It was only a little longer than his, but it was much thicker. He could feel the cold air on the penis. Eleanor pulled the briefs to Eddie's knees, then took another long drag of the cigarette and blew the smoke on Eddie's crotch. She pulled the underwear the rest of the way off. Then she twirled it on her finger before flinging it across the room. She took a draw and blew into Eddie's face. "Now what?" "Give me the cigarette and suck my cock." Eddie's voice was sure and direct. Seeing Her First Time "Ooh, I like the sound of that." She took one more draw and let her shirt glide along his penis as she stood up to put the cigarette in Eddie's mouth. Then she settled herself back down on her knees. Taking her direction from his tone of voice, She grabbed his shaft, pulled the head towards her and slid the bright-red lips over the glans and half-way down his length. The feeling was amazing to both Charlie and Eddie. She held it in her mouth, working her tongue back and forth across the underside of his shaft. Then she tightened her lips and slowly withdrew. She left a red ring on him where her lips had stopped. She puckered and took the very tip of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicked side to side, filling him with an almost too-intense feeling. She sucked a little harder and then pulled off, letting his cock go with a popping sound. She spent the next couple of minutes bobbing her head on Eddies member. He played at her hair and smoked his cigarette. The sound of her mouth work was hypnotic. Charlie was alternating between enjoying the feelings, being weirded out, and thinking this was nothing like what Eleanor had said that morning. Charlie could feel tightening in Eddie's crotch and thought he was going to cum. Eleanor was still working him. Eddie's cock started to swell and his breathing hastened. Just when Charlie though he was going to blow his load in Eleanor's mouth, Eddie grabbed her hair and pulled her off of him. His penis flopped on his flat stomach and he let go of her. She started to reach for his cock, but he just said, "No." She obeyed. Her lipstick was gone and her mascara was running a little. It had been a stretch to fit around Eddie's girth and it had made her tear up slightly. She sat patiently while Eddie's breathing slowed and Charlie could feel his orgasm slipping farther away. Finally, Eddie took one final draw of the cigarette and put it out. He sat up and Eleanor stayed where she was, looking at him. To Charlie, she looked a strange cross between young and cute, and devilish and sultry. Helped her stand up and then stood himself. "There's a problem here, you know," he said. "Oh yes," she replied, "What's that?" "One of us is naked." "I think I can do something about that." She started to reach for her shirt. "No, I am going to do something about that." Eddie said before she could remove anything. "You just stand there." "Alright." She put her arms by her side. Eddie placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed up and down her arms several times. To Charlie, her skin felt nice. The shirt was not only cropped, but also two sizes too large. If it wasn't centered exactly, it hung off one shoulder. When Eddie got down to her hands again, to took hold of her wrists and raised her hands straight in the air. He let go and she stayed that way. He reached for the waistband of her shorts and exposed his name in the tattoo. He encircled it with his finger several times before placing his hands on her sides. He again slid his hands up and down, this time along her sides. "She's ticklish," Charlie warned Eddie in his mind. Sure enough, before he had reached her armpits, she was giggling. "I'm sorry," Eddie whispered. His tenderness stabbed at Charlie. He was able to put Eddie out of his mind while Eleanor was going down on them, but now, when he was taking an active roll, it felt more like a violation. He had to remind himself that this was Eleanor's memory, not his. Eddie's hands went back to her waist and this time crossed her stomach. When they reached the middle, they moved up to her breasts. Charlie dreadfully anticipated the feel of her chest. He had often wondered what they had been like in her younger years, but it was also bitter to experience it through someone else's hands. Charlie was amazed by the tenderness of Eddie's touch and the firmness of Eleanor's breasts. She inhaled deeply as he caressed them and pressed on them. She let out a gasp when Eddie twirled he nipples with his thumbs. Charlie looked deep into Eleanor's eyes and he could tell she was looking right at Eddie. Her breathing grew quick as Eddie continued fondling her pink protrusions. Charlie watched as her eyes rolled back slightly; something she did when she was really enjoying something. Charlie wanted it to stop. He tried to call out. He tried to move. He tried to shut his eyes. None of it worked. He was staring into his wife's eyes are she stared longingly into someone else's. He watched as this Eddie guy pleased her and touched a body he'd never known. "I love you Ella," Eddie said. "No, no, no, no, no!" Charlie thought. "I love you too," Eleanor said, as sincerely as she'd ever told Charlie. He wanted to cry. This was not what he'd wanted. He needed to get out of this. But he couldn't. Eddie let go of Eleanor's breasts and lifted her shirt above her head. He tossed it to the side and resumed groping her. After another minute, he slid his hands down to her shorts. He deftly undid the button with two fingers and winked at Eleanor. He stepped back and admired her. Eleanor was mutually impressed by her view. Charlie looked too. As much as he was in pain, his wife was incredibly beautiful. Eddie walked around behind Eleanor and stepping close against her, again reached for her breasts. He played with her nipples, again eliciting gasps. This time as he removed his hands from her bosom, he slid them down to her shorts and into the waistband. He could feel the lightest of pubic hairs just above her panties. He stroked his fingers over the material. "Silk? Very nice," he whispered in her ear. "I knew you like smooth," she whispered back. "What color are they?" "Why don't you find out?" Eddie kissed her ear and slid his hands further down the front of her panties. He felt the skin of her thighs and the curve of her crotch. He even felt a bit of damp from her wetness. He pressed through the material and Eleanor let out a moan. Charlie felt in agony. Eddie teased her mound a bit before pulling his hands up, unzipping the shorts and sliding his hands around the back of the waistband. By the time his hands reached her round ass, the shorts fall to the floor. Eddie appreciated the material covering her rear with his hands before leaning back to check the color. "Of course they are green," Charlie thought. That's her favorite color. "Aw, Ella, that's my favorite color. I thought you would have picked blue," Eddie said wrapping his arms around her. "I would have, but I want tonight to be as much for you as for me." She turned and kissed his cheek. "Well, I do like them, but, we still have to fix this clothing issue, so off that come." Eddie slid them gently down her freshly shaven legs trailing the movement with kisses while Eleanor stood motionless with her arms in the air. She only moved to raise her legs so Eddie could remove the clothing. He rolled the panties up and took a deep smell of them. He sighed with enjoyment as he did. "You're silly. That can't smell good." She laughed. "It's your smell, of course it's good." He did it again. "Ew, stop." She kept giggling. "Okay, fine." Eddie threw the undies onto the pile of other clothes. Their sweetness made Charlie want to vomit. He was trying to hide somewhere in his mind because that was the only place he could go. "Now what?" Eleanor asked. "Where is the next stop on my trip to places I've never been? And can I put my arms down?" "Yes, you can put your arms down." Eddie was obviously thinking about something. Charlie could feel him turning his head to the pillow where the bag was stashed. "Okay, sit on the couch and lie back. Then I want you to close your eyes." "Hmm. I'm dubious, but I trust you." She sat back on the couch and closed her eyes. "Whatever you do, don't open your eyes." Eddie waited until she was in position and then got the bag as quietly as he could. "What are you doing out there," Eleanor asked playfully. "I can hear you doing something." "Just trust me," Eddie replied. He was reaching into the bag and Charlie was trying to fight the urge to figure out what things were. He knew he'd find out eventually unless he could wake himself up. Eddie's hands were feeling over various shapes both hard and soft. Finally he grabbed something and pulled it out. Charlie saw what it was and gave up. At this point, he might as well just enjoy experiencing someone else fucking his wife. Eddie opened the bottle of baby oil and poured a little in the palm of his hand. He rolled it around a bit to get it warm, then rubbed his palms together to spread the oil. With covered hands, he knelt between Eleanor's knees. He took a moment to gaze upon her body, from her smeared makeup, over her round breasts, down her smooth stomach and to her light blonde pubic hair surrounding her vulva. Charlie again felt Eddie's cock harden. Eddie reached up and placed his hands just above Eleanor's breasts. He left them there so she could feel the heat, but no touch. He watched her chest rise with her breathing. He could sense her anticipation. She tried to arch her back slightly to force herself into contact, but Eddie saw and moved away. Finally he brought his hands down, but moved to the sides so as to not touch her nipples. He caressed her breasts, pressing them and letting the oil permit his hands to glide against her. "Oh my god, that's nice," she sighed. Eddie massaged her breasts for several minutes, all while avoiding her nipples before taking his hands away. "Aww," Eleanor complained. "Shh," Eddie said with promise. Eddie picked up the bottle of baby oil and held it over her chest. He placed it directly above her left nipple and let one small drop fall onto her. The cold made her draw a quick breath. He did the same to her right nipple, again causing a sharp inhale. He put the bottle down and let the cold oil warm on her now-hard nipples. He blew on them to enhance the chill. When her pink tissue had fully contracted, he placed a finger just outside each nipple. Then he slowly began circling and as the skin relaxed, he contracted the spiral until he was making laps of the tips. Eleanor bit her lip as she moaned. He breathing was deep and regular. Charlie could feel her raising her crotch slightly in time with Eddie's circling. He noticed she was very close to his cock. "Can I do anything with my hands," she asked while keeping her eyes closed. "Yes," Eddie answered. "You can put them out to the side." Charlie could tell she'd wanted to touch herself and bring on an orgasm. In their time, she had never let him have this control over her. He thought about it. Had he ever asked for this type of play before? It was hard to think about with what was going on with the body he was inside. She put her arms to the side and Eddie kept circling her nipples. Finally he stopped. He grabbed the oil bottle and poured a large puddle into her bellybutton. She audibly hissed in reaction to the cold, but kept her arms to the side. Eddie put his hands, one at a time into the oil, getting copious amounts on each. Then he put his hands on her thighs and spread oil over both of her legs. He made several trips to the reservoir on her stomach before she was slick from her toes to her waist. He had be diligent to avoid her crotch. He reached up the remains of the lubrication and placed both hands on her belly. He pushed what was left of the oil up over her breasts, playing with them a bit more before sliding back down. He slid past her bellybutton, then her waist and then confidently over her mons, his hands gliding smooth and swift. Once there, he slid out to her knees and pushed them up to the couch, spreading her labia and exposing her to him. "Hold these," was all he said and she pulled her knees to the side. It was a little difficult with the oil, but she managed to get her feet on the cushions. Eddie and Charlie looked at her womanhood. Presented to them, it was beautiful. Charlie wanted to lean in and lick it all over. It was his favorite foreplay and Eleanor always seemed to enjoy it. She usually came the first couple times of their lovemaking sessions that way. It was obvious Eddie had other plans. He placed his hands on the insides of her thighs, a few inches from her hips. He started rubbing his thumbs up and down on the oiled skin. He brought his hands together until his thumbs were brushing her labia. Then he stopped and pulled at her lips, opening her more to him. She moaned. He let go, then placed one hand flush over her whole center, resting it there. He pulled his hand back and straightened up. His rock-hard cock was inches from her fully opened vagina. "Open your eyes." She did and found his gaze. She was looking across her nudity without any shame. "May I take you? I have more to give you tonight, but I was your first penetration to be me." She nodded and said, "You may." The two gazed at each other. Charlie gazed too. Stuck inside a body that wasn't his, in a memory that wasn't his, seeing things he didn't want to see. He did the only thing he could as Eddie lined his cock up with Eleanor's open wetness, and tried to think of the good sensations he as having, even if the feelings were wrecking him inside. Eddie held his penis with one hand and spread Eleanor's lips with the other. She was leaning up slightly to see what she could. He rad the tip of his penis up and down her labia to gather some of her natural lubricant. He placed his tip at her vagina and pressed slightly. The head pushed in. Eleanor winced a bit. He pulled out. "No, it's okay. Keep going, just slowly." She reassured him. He pressed again and he slid in more. Eleanor gave up trying to see and lay her head back. Eddie pushed in and out, each time going a little farther until he was able to bury his cock entirely inside Eleanor. Once there, he stopped, letting her muscles get used to having something inside. He leaned over and the two kissed as lovers entwined.