Mandmexpressed - Bull & Quean

Miss y’all

Hey y’all! I know I promised some stories a few weeks back but things have dragged out. However! I am expecting him to get me something today so fingers crossed.

In the quean world I’ve found a new person post-move who just joined my friend group and y’all I. AM. EXCITED. She digs hubby and he is into her so we’re going to see where this leads and keep you all up to date. Only concern is her experience level is low but we can work through that.

Talk soon!

😜

Introduction - the wife!

Hey y’all! I’m the wife in this little duo. After reading through the first few stories he’s told I don’t think there’s much to say lol.

I will say he’s embellished my speech a bit LOL. I’m only that eloquent when I type.

But otherwise he’s been pretty accurate and I’m looking forward to telling my stories. I’m not as good at remembering conversation details as he is, but I remember the sex and I think that’s why y’all are here!

Just wanted to also let people know that this hasn’t been easy for a lot of reasons and these stories he’s telling are from 8 years ago when we had a much better setup because I was in it before we got together. He leaves a lot of ‘fights’ and ‘hard parts’ out, I guess because they’re not ‘sexy’ so I get it.

Also I regret to inform y’all he didn’t get my friend pregnant (she didn’t want to). :(

Thanks y’all, hope you enjoy!

Our first foray - Part 1

One day, I’ll tell the full story of how the wife and I met and some of our early fun, but later. I should also disclose that we are both bi, and there will be a story about another couple coming into our lives! But that will be the next story posted as it does, also, involve queaning. The first is about our initial foray into the quean lifestyle. The wife and I had discussed the idea for months, well over a year actually at the point that we finally took the plunge. I had noticed things, in the beginning - she liked when I was very nice to female wait staff and service industry members, she enjoyed when women showed me ‘physical’ attention, and the nail was watching her heaving breath as I got a lap dance in front of her (we had sex in the car about 10 minutes later). It opened the door to a lot of conversations that almost all focused on the quean lifestyle, although at the time we had no idea what it was called. The entire drive home she couldn’t stop talking about how turned on she was by the stripper making me hard, and how I was clearly turned on by the woman giving me physical attention (and she wasn’t wrong). The first days were mostly spent mostly in a compromise. Her - ‘You think I’m weird, don’t you.’ Me - ‘No, I don’t - and the internet seems to think it’s pretty normal, anyway.’ Her - ‘But it seems weird.’ Me - ‘Around here? Kind of, but it’s a conservative area. Maybe that makes them weird?’ Her - ‘But that means it’ll be hard.’ Me - ‘And? At least we’ll be happy trying.’ Her - ‘I suppose... what’s it called again?’ Me - ‘Queaning.’ Her - ‘I kinda like that name.’

That seemed to hit home. About week three, the captioned pictures of women watching others have sex started to roll in. Within a few months, we were watching scenes together, which led to her buying me a Fleshlight to eventually use on myself while she watched. It eventually led to her fantasizing about friends and business acquaintances we had coming over for casual sex. She’d love to sit there and play with herself while she told me about it and after going through that awhile, wanted me to start telling the stories. It was difficult at first, I’ll admit, but I eventually got the hang of it. Stories about people like her stylist and one of my employees were her favorite. However, after about 14-15 months, the fire started to wane. There was little to no real success on anything from FetLife to Tinder to Tumblr (before the purge). We started to move back into our normal sex routine, before the breakthrough. Her - ‘Hey, you remember X? My friend who got divorced a few years back?’ Me - ‘Oh, yeah, of course I do. What’s she up to these days? Still caught up with her kids?’ Her - ‘No, they’re all over 16 now and doing their own thing. She actually wants to grab drinks with me.’ Me (none-the-wiser as to where this is going) - ‘Oh, cool. When and where?’ Her - ‘Tomorrow night, margaritas.’ Me - ‘Cool, yeah. I bet she’ll feel good to get out!’ So the next night, I pick my wife up from margaritas. Her friend leans into the car on her side, wearing a surprisingly low-cut tank top and is all smiles.

Friend - ‘Bye (wife), see you soon! Bye (my name) see you sooner! Haha’ Me - ‘Yeah... good to see you!’ Me (after she’s gone) - ‘What was that about?’ Her - ‘She’s interested.’ Me (still dumbfounded and confused) - ‘Interested in? A new job, the opening we have?’ Her - ‘You know you are kind of dumb sometimes. She wants to fuck you - sooner rather than later.’

I was floored. Suddenly this was real, much realer than real. How was this going to work? When was this going to happen? WHERE was this going to happen? Her - ‘You’re already over-thinking it, I can tell. Let go. She and I used to hook up, she’s amazing and she REALLY wants to fuck you.’ Me - ‘I think you’ve oversold me on this.’ Her - ‘Nope, you think I didn’t show her some of the videos we’ve taken?’ Stunned silence. Her - ‘Take me home, I have a surprise for you.’ After arriving home, she and I went to the bedroom, took off our clothes, and laid in bed. Me - ‘You’re a little drunk.’ Her - ‘Nope, not even a little. We got so caught up talking about this we only had one margarita. The bartender was pissed - probably caught some of our conversation and was pissed he wasn’t going to get laid! Haha’ She opened her phone, went to the gallery, and pulled up a picture. It was her friend, naked, standing in front of a mirror with a smirk on her face. I exhaled, my cock twitched. She was... gorgeous. I had never looked at her like that, she was always my wife’s friend first and foremost, and yet there she was. She was fit, about 5′3″, large breasts, raven hair, a soft and rounded face, but piercing green eyes. She was tan, naturally, with a small tuft of hair above her pussy. My wife started stroking my cock, it felt different... better. Her - ‘You like her don’t you.’ Me - ‘Fucking right I do.’

She started to scroll - pictures of her friend with a dildo inside her, spreading her pussy open, a video of her riding a wall-mounted cock. Me (breathing heavy at this point) - ‘She sent you all this?’ Her - ‘Yeah, for me to show you.’ I lost myself to it. I knocked her phone out of her hand, spread her legs and sank into her waiting pussy. It was the wettest she’s ever been. Her - ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck. Imagine I’m her, take me like I’m new pussy.’ I was already in form, I needed her at that point. I was so hard and breathing so heavy, I started pounding her relentlessly. Her - ‘God YES! Fuck me like you just met me. You’re going to fuck her on this bed, right here, she’s going to cu...’ She trailed off. I looked up to see her eyes roll back for a split second before an orgasm, like I had never seen before, ripped through her. She grunted, heavily, as her legs quaked and pushed wet juice all over the bed. It was too much, I shoved myself inside as far inside her as I could and let go, too. I rolled over and looked at my wife. We had fun together, serious fun, over the past three years we had been together. But this was different, as she started off into space, chest heaving, I knew this is what she really wanted. Me (breathing heavily) - ‘When?’ Her (trying to focus) - ‘As soon... as soon as possible.’ Me - ‘I’ll text her now.’ Me (text conversation) - ‘Hey! Hope y’all had fun tonight. (Wife) said you wanted to talk to me?’ Her - ‘Did she cum hard?’ Me - ‘How did you know?’ Her - ‘I know her well. I bet she did cum hard, she almost wanted to fuck in the bathroom at the restaurant.’ Me - ‘Yeah, she’s still out of it.’ Her - ‘Good. Shall we meet tomorrow then?’ Me - ‘Sounds good.’ Part 2 tomorrow!

Good morning Tumblrs x