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title: raw hero (edited)

My wife will legit say this to people. Hahahaha.

Branching out - penultimate!

I guided myself inside my wife’s wet, waiting pussy. She was laying missionary on our bed, legs and hips rolled back for deep penetration. I eased into her at first, then started stroking slow and easy.

Her (moaning) - ‘God you feel so good. Are you ready?’ Me (breathing heavily) - ‘I think so. Do you want it all?’ Her - ‘Yes, I think I can take it. You need to be comfortable.’

I sank everything into her. She gasped a bit as I could feel myself pushing against her cervix.

Her (grunting) - ‘OK, OK I’m OK. Yeah, are you ready?’ Me - ‘As I’ll ever be.’ Her - ‘Do it.’ My wife’s friend - ‘Ohhhh this is going to be so fucking hot.’

My wife’s friend had agreed to help us with this particular project - fucking my ass.

It had been roughly two weeks since I hooked up with the couple and sucked dick. I had enjoyed it, more than expected, and came to realize that maybe I was a little bi - at least biflexible. Conversations with Sam and my wife had led me to understand that and work through it.

But as I chatted with the couple, and they came to realize I was ready for anything, the wife began to start talking about ‘fucking each other in the ass.’

Was I interested? Yeah, I was. Had I ever fucked someone in the ass? Yes. Male? No.

Been fucked in the ass? I had zero clue how that was going to go.

But I was about to find out.

I heard a top pop then felt lube pour onto my asshole, then I felt a finger go in and out. I moaned a little.

My wife’s friend - ‘Fuck yeah I think he’s going to like it.’ My wife - ‘Please, please do it.’

My wife’s friend got up on the bed and moaned a little. My wife had purchased a triple-headed strap-on with three sizes, 3″, 4″, and 5″. She was taking 5″ in her pussy and 3″ in her ass, while I was going to get 4″ in mine. I had loved watching my wife slide the individual dicks in her while she sucked my cock.

I heard her pop the cap back and could make out the familiar sounds of lube being stroked on a cock.

My wife’s friend - ‘Here it comes.’

It was a strange sensation, at first. I felt the head nuzzle up against my asshole, then it went in. I gasped and grabbed my wife.

My wife (breathing heavily) - ‘Oh my God I think he got harder.’ My wife’s friend - ‘I wish you could see this, it’s so fucking sexy. His ass is swallowing this dick.’ My wife - ‘Take a picture.’

As the strokes stopped while she grabbed her phone, I realized that my dick felt so hard it would explode. When I took a second to take stock... it did feel good.

She put her phone down and started stroking again.

My wife’s friend - ‘I love that he’s into this. It’s so fucking hot, and this DP strap on is incredible.’ My wife - ‘Will it make you cum?’ My wife’s friend - ‘Fuck yes it will, let’s see if he makes it.’ My wife (meeting eye contact with me) - ‘He’ll make it.’ Me (breathing heavily) - ‘Yeah, yeah I’ll make it. It feels good.’ Me (breathing heavily) - ‘And you’re so wet.’ My wife’s friend - ‘If you don’t cum we’ll DP (wife’s name) after we clean it off.’ My wife - ‘The fuck you will.’ Me - ‘A challenge is a challenge.’

She started stroking a little deeper, and it actually felt better. I could feel it as it spread me open and rubbed against the walls of my ass. But then she got a little rough.

Me (cringing in pain) - ‘Slower, slower. Fuck that was a little much.’ My wife’s friend - ‘Sorry, I’m about to cum.’ My wife - ‘No fucking way.’ My wife’s friend - ‘I told you this strap on is amazing.’

My wife’s friend leaned over and put her head next to mine. I could feel her huge tits pressing against my back as she breathed heavily and moaned in my ear. Having fucked her regularly I could tell she was about to cum. Between that feeling and the perfect stroke she had developed, I started to fantasize about DP’ing my wife.

But then I realized my wife had been rubbing her clit.

My wife (distant, breathing heavily) - ‘I’m going to cum.’ Me - ‘What?!’ My wife’s friend - ‘Oh fuck yesssss.’

An orgasm ripped through my wife, and I knew what was going to happen next - the inside of her pussy started to massage my cock. Combined with the strap on, I couldn’t hold it.

Me (gasping) - ‘Oh fuckkk I’m cumming.’ My wife’s friend - ‘I’m so close, I’m so close.’ Me - ‘Ohhhh fuck keep fucking me I’m still cumming holy fucking shit.’

My wife was just gasping as I pumped her full of cum. I have no idea how much longer it lasted, but eventually I felt my wife’s friend hug on me tighten, and then she started to shake.

My wife’s friend - ‘Oh GODDDDDDD’

She squirted all over the strap on, and then fell to the side ripping the dick out of me. The pain was intense and I passed out.

I don’t know how long I slept, but eventually I woke up to the bedside lamp lit and my wife scrolling on her phone.

Me - ‘Hey, what time is it.’ Her (smiling) - ‘Late, you’ve been asleep awhile.’ Me - ‘I haven’t cum that much in a long time.’ Her - ‘Oh yeah, took me forever to clean myself up - I took a whole ass shower. And miss ma’am over there did a number on the sheets.’

I rolled my head over to see my wife’s friend still completely passed out, borderline snoring as her chest rolled up and down.

Me - ‘That’s right, she came right after I did. What happened?’ Her - ‘She squirted, a lot, and passed out. I mean, I’ve seen her orgasm, so have you - I don’t think I’ve ever seen her cum that hard.’ Her - ‘I think you passed out because she basically ripped the strap on out of you.’ Me - ‘Oh shit, am I...’ Her - ‘You’re fine, I checked you out. It’s a little swollen and we should be more careful next time, but you’ll live.’

My ass was sore but it didn’t hurt too bad, and there was a lingering feeling I can’t describe - I just felt very relaxed. I moved closer to her and put my arm on her midsection and grasped one of her tits.

Me - ‘I love you.’ Her - ‘I love you, too. Did you like it?’ Me - ‘I think my orgasm would show how much I enjoyed it.’ Her (giggling) - ‘Fair. Are you ready for a real dick?’ Me - ‘I think so. What about fucking him in the ass?’ Her - ‘I think your bull instincts will kick in and he’ll be just another person you want to fuck.’ Me - ‘I hope so. I guess I should text them and set it up, they wanted to know how it went anyway.’ Her - ‘Yeah, probably not until tomorrow.’ Me - ‘What do you mean, I...’

I picked up my phone and the time struck me - 2:30 a.m.

Me - ‘Wait, wait - I’ve been asleep for 6 hours?!’ Her - ‘Yeah, so has she. I guess you were both tired, too, needed that release.’ Me - ‘Wow, I feel bad.’ Her - ‘Don’t, if you needed the rest you needed the rest. That was all very new and it was a lot on top of the orgasm, so don’t worry.’ Her - ‘And besides, I’ve been laying here awhile. I spoke to them and Sam, everyone is up-to-date but they’ll expect to hear from you in the morning.’

The texts from both parties confirmed her story. There was the usual ‘How did it go?!’ text followed by ‘Ahhhh, sounds like it went well, talk in the morning!’

Me (snarky) - ‘Well thanks for keeping them in the loop haha.’ Her - ‘Just trying to keep the hoes in line.’ Me (laughing) - ‘What shall we do with her?’ Her - ‘Just let her stay, she’s clearly out.’ Me - ‘Sounds fair, I’m going to use the restroom and take a quick shower then are you ready to go to bed?’ Her (smiling) - ‘Yes, daddy.’

I kissed her and went to take care of my business. When I came back she had tucked her friend under the covers and had left space between the two of them.

Me - ‘What’s up?’ Her - ‘She woke up briefly and I think she needs some cuddles. She’s feeling a little ‘extra’ slutty after that, and she’s never fucked a guy in the ass before.’ Me - ‘Oh, OK. You’re going to big spoon?’ Her (smirking) - ‘That’s the idea.’

Thankfully I had drank a lot of water before and after my shower, because I knew where this was going. I slid in between the two of them, draped an arm around her friend and grabbed one of her tits, and then pushed myself against her ass. She was warm, soft, she smelled good.

My wife turned off the light and pushed herself behind me. Then she ran her finger between my legs to my gooch and started to apply pressure and massage it. I moaned.

Her - ‘Good, nice and tight - you’re ready to fuck again.’

My wife’s friend audibly smirked, and lifted her hips so I could start massaging her pussy. Soaked.

Me (playfully) - ‘Were y’all playing while I was in the shower?’ My wife - ‘(My name), after an experience like that, how could we not?’

I took my hand away from her friend and felt my wife. She was already furiously manipulating her clit and she was soaked.

My wife (whispering in my ear) - ‘Fuck her.’

My cock was hard and so sore, but I needed it. I grabbed the base and guided myself into her wet pussy.

My wife’s friend - ‘Ohhh, ohhh fuck I’m sore.’ My wife - ‘It’s OK, he probably is, too. Work through it together.’ Me - ‘I am, but your pussy feels so good. Can you take it?’ My wife’s friend - ‘Yes, I always want it. Just please go slow.’

I honored her wishes at first, keeping my strokes light and shallow. I turned my head to start making out with my wife, and not long after I felt my wife shudder in a small orgasm.

My wife - ‘Fuck her.’ Me - ‘I am.’ Her - ‘No, FUCK her.’

I took my free hand and grabbed my wife by the throat.

Me - ‘Do you want me to fuck her hard?’ Her - ‘Please, please daddy I need to hear her scream.’

I pushed my wife’s friend up into the doggy position and mounted her. I started ramming my cock inside her.

My wife’s friend - ‘Oh my fucking goddddd it hurtssss.’ My wife - ‘Take it  baby, if you want to go to the swinger club and satisfy cock one session won’t do. Work through it.’

In the moonlight I could see my fat cock spreading her open. It was almost like erotic art, a black and white composite of two fleshes coming together. But for all of her complaining, my wife’s friend’s body was betraying her. She was so wet, and her hips were held straight up in the air without moving. Her complaints giving way to moans when she realized I wasn’t going to stop.

My wife - ‘I want you to cum inside her.’ My wife’s friend (needing) - ‘Oh please, please I want to feel your hot fucking cum inside me.’ Me - ‘Are you sure?’ My wife - ‘Positive.’ Me - ‘What if she gets pregnant?’ My wife - ‘I hope she does.’

I was emboldened. My wife could no longer have children due to complications from my third step son and and his birth - which was probably a good thing, we had determined, since she would have ended up pregnant several times over.

But now I wanted to cum. I grabbed my wife’s friends hips and started to saw her pussy. I wanted to fill her up.

My wife’s friend (distant, detached) - ‘Oh God, oh God it’s almost too much. He’s getting harder, he’s going to cum.’ My wife - ‘Please baby, fill her up for me.’

I leaned over and took both of her tits in an arm, groping one, and placed my other hand on her clit. I started to rub.

My wife’s friend - ‘No, no no no I can’t cum again, I can’t.’ Me - ‘You will.’

It took a few more minutes but she worked through it, and started grunting heavy and deep. Her chest heaved, her hips convulsed, and with it I came too.

We fell over, I kept my arms around her and we passed out again.

and the men who love them ~

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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.