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Branching out

Writer’s note - I do apologize, it’s taken me awhile to compile this story. Partially due to confirming a few things with my wife, and partially because our family had Omicron and many of my employees had it (so I had to navigate that). But, hope you enjoy this next adventure!

Fair warning - this starts as quean story, but there is bisexual experiences in it for both females and males starting in part 2.

It had been roughly three months since my first hook up with my wife’s friend. She and I had continued and had become very comfortable with one another, so much so that my wife had given me permission to see her whenever I could, no need for prior approval.

But I could tell my wife was starting to get bored. The hookups had become routine - great sex and very enjoyable. We even had a few threesomes during that time, but in the end she was ready for me to ‘branch out.’

She expressed one night after a sexual encounter.

(Wife) - ‘I think (friend’s name) and I are ready for you to branch out.’ Me (laughing) - ‘Oh? You’re both in on this now?’ Her - ‘Yeah, I wanted to be sure she’s OK with it. She told me you fucked her in the ass, which means she’s REALLY comfortable with you, which in my opinion means it’s time to branch out.’ Me - ‘I don’t know about all that, there’s still things there to explore.’ Her - ‘Yes, I know we want to do the strip clubs and swinger clubs as a group and all that, but I’m not ready and y’all have reached the limit.’ Her - ‘I mean shit, (my name), she just stopped by your office in the middle of the day to suck you off. How is that not comfortable?’ Me (sighing and relenting) - ‘OK, OK. That’s fair.’ Her - ‘Besides, I know how you work and she’s noticed, too. There are times when a lot of things are going on and you know us both so well, you throw it on auto-pilot.’ Her - ‘And before you get stuck in your own head, yes the sex is still good enough and it’s still fun - and you aren’t distracted EVERY time.’ Her - ‘But when we first started this your passion and lust was at 10,000. Now it’s like, 1,000.’

It was a fair judgement, I couldn’t argue. Work had ratcheted up quite a bit as we got out of the holiday season, and even though they didn’t live with us full time the middle two children were spring sports kids (baseball and track) so we get busy with that, as well.

Me - ‘OK, but where do we start? Should we try the internet?’ Her (laughing) - ‘What do you mean by ‘the internet,’ that’s really fucking general.’ Me (also laughing) - ‘Sorry, like seeking local people on Tumblr, or FetLife, any of those sites or dating apps.’ Her - ‘No, you work better in person. I think, maybe, sign up for them but don’t put in much effort. You have to be seen.’ Me - ‘Fair. Where should I be seen, then? I haven’t been out alone or with a group in ages.’ Her - ‘You think (name of well-known cougar bar in nearby city) would be a good starting place?’ Me (grinning) - ‘You know me too well.’ Her - ‘I thought you’d like that suggestion.’

Now is the time for a little background for you, the reader. 

I love older women, I always have. 

I took a senior to homecoming my freshman year, and it’s never stopped. My wife is 10 years old than me, and she knows I prefer older so clearly she was playing to a situation in which I would gravitate. My wife’s friend is also 10 years older than me.

Saturday night came quickly (pardon the pun) and I felt ready. It was still cold in the evenings, so I went with dress jeans, button down, and a sport coat. I sprayed on some cologne and went to tell my wife goodbye.

Me - ‘I love you honey bunny bear.’ Her (already naked under the covers and ready to play with herself) - ‘I love you too, you look so good - if you don’t get someone, we’re going to need some serious help.’ Me (laughing) - ‘Right? You dressed me for success, so we’ll see.’

I cranked up the car and headed out. At the first red light I checked my phone and there was a picture from my wife of the pornstar Sara Jay naked, giving someone a blowjob.

Her (via text) - ‘Find someone like this please!’ Me - ‘I’ll try, but I think I’ll take what I can get.’ Her - ‘Oh sure, but I want you to eventually find someone like that.’ Me - ‘Noted.’

The drive to the bar was about 20 minutes, but as I went along every minute the car seemed to get warmer. I did have the heat on, I suppose, but it was unbearably hot. I took off my jacket, but it didn’t help. Finally I turned the heat off completely and rolled down a window which provided some relief.

As I parked in the parking lot I realized exactly why my body temperature was sky rocketing - I was 100% nervous. The excitement of what could potentially happen had masked my inner doubt regarding what could also happen, negatively.

Me (texting wife) - ‘I’m nervous, it got up to like 90 degrees in my car on the way here because I’m so damn nervous.’ Her - ‘Why? I’m literally telling you to find a filthy cougar to fuck. That’s like, literally your MO.’ Me - ‘Well yeah, the fantasy is great but so many things can go wrong.’ Her - ‘I understand (my name), really, but we also discussed this - it’s going to take time and practice for you to get used to it. We both know this.’ Her - ‘And don’t worry about me, you just being out and giving this a real shot not only makes me feel special, but I’m also so horny.’ Her (texting me a video of her wetness and tits) - ‘Go try to fuck someone.’

I don’t know how she does it, but my wife knows how to spur me in the right direction. I got out, put my coat back on, and walked in.

I had never been inside this particular bar before, but it definitely did not have a bar feel - more of a restaurant that didn’t serve food. 

But the reputation it had received was earned.

As I scanned the room I noticed that there were about six men in there, usually with a spouse or a group of women. The number of women, total? Roughly three-dozen, including three female bar tenders, and all of them were dressed with an air of sexuality - and you’d be hard pressed to convince me that any of them were under the age of 35. The scent of the room was heavy perfume and scented lotions.

My kind of place.

Everything about this was starting to spur my confidence in the right direction. I noticed roughly six pairs of eyes on me, several with smirks, which once again caused my confidence to move up. I strode up to the bar, leaned over, and waited.

The bartender turned around and did a double-take. I was little shocked, internally, because I figured guys like me came in to the place all the time. She was petite, auburn hair, with piercing green eyes. She was wearing tight jeans and a v-neck with no bra.

Her - ‘Hi. What can I get for you?’ Me - ‘Jack honey, on the rocks please.’ Her (face visibly turning red) - ‘Yes sir.’

I spent the next two minutes while she poured my drink trying to decide if I had just hit the jackpot for the right time-and-place, or if she was looking to increase her tip. My cousin had been a bartender for most of her 20s and, after getting drunk with my wife one night, had relayed that she would do a lot of things for a tip.

But my question was answered pretty quickly. She returned with my drink and a napkin, on the napkin was a phone number.

Me (smirking) - ‘Yours I hope?’ Her (also smirking) - ‘Why don’t you find out?’

I dialed it, and she picked up her phone off the back counter - there was my number.

Me - ‘Well that answers that question. And what shall I call you?’ Her - ‘Sam. And you?’ Me - ‘(My name).’ Her - ‘Ohhhh, I like that. So what’s your story? I see the wedding band.’ Me (face turning red) - ‘Well...’ Her (interrupting and laughing) - ‘Look, if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine, but I’m a bartender who needs tip so it’s not like I’m going to run off and tell the world - and the bar area has been slow.’ Her - ‘But you’re clearly here for a reason, and you took my number so... what’s the deal?’ Me (relenting) - ‘Well, fair. My wife and I have been expanding our sexual horizons, so-to-speak, and...’ Her - ‘You can drop the bullshit ‘proper speak.’ I’m sexually aware, she’s a quean right?’ Me (caught off-guard) - ‘Well... well yeah. She wants me to fuck other women. Regularly.’ Her (pulling out a beer) - ‘My night just got interesting. Have you done it yet?’ Me - ‘Yeah, actually. I’ve been fucking her friend for a few months now, but it’s become routine and very comfortable. My wife wants me to expand.’

I pulled out my phone and showed her a pic of both my wife and the friend.

Her (laughing) - ‘This is almost unreal. Two bouncy, busty sluts - you must be a good fuck. And into older women, from the looks of it.’ Me - ‘Yeah, it is almost unreal and I struggle with it constantly. It took me awhile to get fully comfortable with my wife’s friend, and coming out has been a new level all together.’ Her - ‘Well, yeah, that’s usually how that shit works. Good husbands who are good lays are the one’s who get the green light to do things like that. But the irony is they struggle BECAUSE they’re good husbands.’ Me - ‘You sure do know a lot about this, what’s your story?’ Her - ‘Pretty standard sex community stuff. Married young, had kids young, once I got into my early 30s and the kids weren’t around as much my early-life sex drive came back - bigger than before.’ Me - ‘And husband wasn’t interested?’ Her - ‘Nope. Sex once-or-twice a week, otherwise he wanted to ‘hang out with his bros.’ I asked constantly for more, he just couldn’t. After about two years of my heightened libido being casted to the wayside, and having all these beautiful men in my social media messages ready to fuck me, I filed for divorce.’ Her (laughing) - ‘It took about two months for me to get on my feet, and then it was a mess for almost two years.’ Me - ‘How long ago was that?’ Her - ‘About six years ago. Joined the poly(amory) group here and started agreeing to meet some of the guys in my messages. I was shocked at how many times I actually got laid.’ Me - ‘That’s hot. Still doing it?’ Her - ‘No, I’m looking for more connection with people now. My kids are fully grown and gone and I’m trying to expand my friend base. Which is why I’m glad we talked.’ Me - ‘Talked? Are we done? I was just getting started.’ Her - ‘Oh I’m sure, but not tonight cowboy. I work until 2 and then have to clean up and if you have to get home to your wife, that probably won’t work.’ Her - ‘Besides, that one over there has had her eye on you this whole time. I know her, she’s in the community, and if you’re looking to expand your horizons in multiple directions she’s a good thread to pull.’ Me - ‘What does that mean?’ Her (smirking) - ‘You’ll find out.’ Me - ‘Well, how best to stay in touch with you? Come back to the bar?’ Her (laughing) - ‘You might be the most dense smart person I know. No, you dipshit, you have my number. Text me tomorrow and I’ll send my work schedule and we’ll see what works.’ Me (smiling) - ‘It’s been a pleasure, Sam. Thanks for talking, and the confidence boost. What’s she drinking? I’ll bring her one.’ Her - ‘Good play. French 75, hang on I’ll make one.’

Sam made the drink, I said my goodbye, and headed over to her table. 

(Side note - some of you might be wondering why I use Sam’s name. First and foremost, if anyone ever figured out who I was they could connect me to my wife, but that’s about it since I don’t use other names. Sam, however, doesn’t use any social media and is pretty important for these stories going forward, but she pops in and out so it’s easier to just use her name)

Me (offering her the drink) - ‘Hi, Sam over there tells me you like French 75s.’ Her - ‘My favorite, thanks Mr....?’ Me - ‘(my name)’ Her - ‘Ohhh, I like it, and I figured that’s who you were.’ Me - ‘Pardon?’ Her - ‘I’ve seen you on Facebook. I know your wife, she and I are both (profession).’ Me - ‘Yes! You’re right, I have seen you before. How are you?’ Her - ‘I’m doing well, thanks. Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll tell you about the time we fucked each other after a party.’

Most people would be shocked, but I wasn’t. After my wife’s friend had told me about some of their prior experiences, I spent some time learning about my wife’s past sexual experiences.

It was less-than-surprising that she was very sexually active... and I had already heard this story.

Me (with a snarky, clever tone) - ‘Are you referring to the time you two had sex in-and-around the pool after a company party.’ Her (shocked, but happily) - ‘Ahhhh, so you’re not afraid of her history?’ Me - ‘Not at all, I find it sexy, I enjoy her experience, and I have my own.’ Her - ‘I’m sure, but is it as extensive as hers?’ Me - ‘No, not yet anyway.’ Her (downing her drink) - ‘I like your confidence, I can see why she picked you.’ Me - ‘Picked me? Oh this will be an interesting conversation.’ Her - ‘I’m sure, but in the mean time, she’s embraced her sexual side?’ Me - ‘Had she not before?’ Her - ‘She had ‘alcowhorism’, but she had the makings of a true blue kinkster, and here you are. I’m guessing you could come home with me if I was ready?’ Me - ‘I’m surprised how succinct you are - but yes, yes I could.’ Her - ‘Oh I can be flirty, but I don’t like to waste my time. Prove it.’

Me (text to wife) - ‘Hey, you aren’t going to believe this but (her name) is here and we talked about y’all fucking at the pool, and she’s asking if I can go home with her.’ Her (after typing and stopping several times) - ‘Yes, go.’

I figured I’d ask about the stop-and-go typing, only to receive two words, later.

Me (showing her the text) - ‘Will this suffice.’ Her - ‘Mmmmm, this just opened up some fun. Let’s move to somewhere more private.’

She took my hand and led me to a room that appeared big enough for private parties, although it was empty tonight. It was surprisingly quiet.

Me - ‘I didn’t realize this place had a party room.’ Her - ‘Oh, it’s used for more than just parties.’ Me (confidently) - ‘I can imagine.’ Her (snarky) - ‘Can you? We will see. Jack honey, wasn’t it?’ Me - ‘Sure, I’ll have another.’

As she poured me a drink I took her in, and it struck me just how gorgeous she was. She was clearly a fitness person, dirty blonde hair, with enhanced lips and very large tits. And the more I stared at her, the more I wanted to grab her.

So I did.

When I plunged my finger into her hip she let out a little moan.

Me - ‘So this is flirting?’ Her - ‘If you’re out here like this, with permission, it means you can fuck and I fucking want it.’

I spanked her, she liked it.

Me - ‘Let’s see how that throat feels.’ Her - ‘Oh my God what...’

It’s a common misconception. I was raised in the south by parents who hit me hard with ‘manners maketh man’ and ‘always be cordial.’ When I get sexual with someone, it’s always a shock and this was no different. I spun her around, forced her on the floor, ripped out my cock and shoved it in her mouth.

Watching her eyes roll back was heaven.

I took it slow, forcing my cock into her throat, hearing the soft push as I fucked it. But her experience showed, she composed herself, pulled my cock out, and dropped her dress below her tits.

Her (coyly) - ‘Thought you’d catch me off guard?’ Me - ‘I think I did for a second’ Her (stroking me) - ‘You did, you did. I like it.’

She started to suck me on her own terms, very experienced terms which I liked. She used her throat like a hole while she massaged my balls, it felt amazing. She kept massaging her breasts and moaning with my cock in her mouth.

Me (through heavy breathing) - ‘You like my cock, don’t you?’ Her - ‘Mmmm hm’

She put her hands on my ass and started ramming me into her mouth, hawking and spitting more with every thrust. I grabbed the back of her head and started forcefully fucking her throat. After what felt like forever she pulled off, gasping.

Her - ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck... whew, this is going to be fun. Where’s the condom?’

I took off my clothes and her dress, and pulled the condom of out my pocket.

Here - ‘Here, let me.’

She put it on with her mouth.

Me - ‘I can’t believe this fucking happening so quickly.’ Her - ‘Don’t get too excited, if you make me cum I think we can open a whole world for you.’ Me - ‘What’s your favorite position?’ Her - ‘Let’s see if you can find out.’

We started with doggy, her pussy lips reached out and almost sucked in my cock. It felt amazing, and I eased my entire cock into her. I slowly pushed until I couldn’t push anymore.

Her - ‘Fuck it’s so deep. Fuck me fuck me fuck me.’

I started to pound her, I was surprised how well she took it. She raised her hips and arched her back.

Me - ‘Holy fuck that feels good.’ Her - ‘Oh yeah, you’re gonna cum before I do.’ Me - ‘No fucking chance. I want more.’

I forced myself in as far as I could go, as hard as I could go. She cried out, but continued to ride me. I started to worry, she didn’t seem locked in or close at all - I wasn’t going to last much longer.

I thought back to the story my wife told me, and something struck me - according to my wife, when she came she was on her back, hips up and legs rolled back. I was out of options, it was a hail mary but I had to figure something out, because I didn’t have much left.

I rolled her over and pushed her legs back, sinking my face into her wet pussy and sucking her clit.

Her (breathing heavy and laughing) - ‘That’s no fair! Cheater!’ Me - ‘If you’re not cheating, you’re not trying.’ Her - ‘No reward if you make me cum with your mouth!’

I relented, and went for it. I pushed her legs back as far as they would go and pushed myself inside of her, adjusting my hips upward to make sure every thrust rubbed the top of her vagina.

Pay dirt.

Her (tensing) - ‘Oh fuck.’ Me (breathing heavy, trying to contain myself) - ‘Race to the finish.’

I wasn’t sure I was going to make it, because the faster I went the more tense she got, but also the closer I got. It was 100% going to be a photo finish.

She grabbed a chair next to her with one hand and a tit with the other. We were both so close, it was shocking, but I stayed focused and kept pounding. Finally, it happened, she tensed up and squeezed her tit so hard and released - her legs quivered, I watched as her pussy pushed back against my cock and juices spilled everywhere.

It was too much, I pulled out, pulled off the condom, and sprayed cum all over her.

We layed there for awhile. I was almost stunned that it happened so quickly, happened the way it did, but was also that fucking amazing. I chalked it up to her experience and just knowing how to go with my flow.

Her - ‘You’re good.’ Me - ‘Really? I had just convinced myself that you were so good you just knew how to roll with whatever I gave you.’ Her - ‘Maybe that’s part of it, but I can see why (wife’s name) let you out. We have some chemistry, too, I can tell - most guys would be intimidated by me. But you took what you wanted.’ Her - ‘And I love how much you came.’ Me - ‘You had me excited, I loved the challenge.’ Her - ‘And you met it. I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun in the future, but for now, i have to go.’ Me - ‘And I do, too. I’ll need to get home to tell my wife the story, and I’m sure she’ll be ready for round 2.’

She pulled her phone out of her purse and took a selfie.

Her - ‘That should be a good conversation starter.’ Me - ‘Wait, wh...’

My phone went off.

Wife (via text) - ‘Holy fuck look at all that cum! Get home!’

Me - ‘Well, guess you have her going.’ Her - ‘Just you wait, a lot of doors are going to open for you.’ Me - ‘I’m looking forward to it.’ Her - ‘We’ll see.’

I took a risk - I kissed her. She was shocked, but then started to kiss back. We made out for several minutes.

Her - ‘You’re going to be a problem.’ Me - ‘I hope so.’

We left together, I opened her car door, then got into my car and started home. At a red light my phone went off, a text from the woman I just fucked.

Her (via text) - ‘Have you ever fucked a man?’ Me - ‘No?’ Her - ‘Ever thought about it? Me - ‘My wife wants me to, but I’ve never seriously considered it.’ Her - ‘Well, I told my husband about you and he wants your dick. He’s bi, and your wife says that you’re going to do it so - have fun with that.’ Her - ‘I can’t wait to see that thick cock my subby little shit husband’s mouth.’

I called my wife immediately.

Me (on the phone) - ‘Ummmm - what the fuck?’ Her - ‘Don’t worry about it for now, we’ll talk more later about all that. She’s just being freaky because y’all just fucked.’ Me - ‘Oh I’m worried about it. She’s not the type of woman you say ‘no’ to.’ Her - ‘Meh, I’ll say no if you’re not into it. Just come home and tell me what happened!’ Me - ‘OK, I’ll be home in about 10. I love you.’ Her - ‘I love you too.’

Part 2 coming soon.

Anyone had any success posting or even just REBLOGGING porn on here lately?

To define success I mean - avoiding the ban hammer.

We only have two followers so I know not a lot of people will see this or respond to it, but I’ve noticed is almost impossible to pick up followers now without reblogging or posting some sort of fun pictures.

But we also lost our 7 year blog to a ban about 4 months ago after having a reblogging session late in the evening, and I lost a burner account I started Saturday just to see if they’re cracking down as quickly as I had suspected (they are).

I know of two other blogs that have recently been on the wrong end of the hammer, as well.

I still see fun, adult pictures on my feed so surely someone has figured this out?