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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!

Branching out

The closer I got to the house, the more doubt crept into my mind.

Me (mumbling to myself) - ‘That was too easy, it went too well.’

I’m a very cynical person, by nature, so in the moment I really enjoyed everything because my wife insisted that I do just that. I’ve spent years at tons of personal training trying to do better about living ‘in the moment’ instead of ‘looking on to the next.’ However, I had done enough research on the lifestyle and the way things usually go to know that the events of the last three hours reeked of ‘bullshit.’

I pulled up, parked the car, and closed the gate. I saw my wife in the back door window, standing there in lingerie nightwear waiting for me.

Her (opening the door, our two dogs bounding out) - ‘Tell. Me. Fucking. Everything.’ Me - ‘I will. But first, you have to tell me the truth.’ Her - ‘What the fuck does that mean?’ Me - ‘(Wife’s name) I know I’m 10 years younger than you, but I’m not stupid and I’d like to believe that’s one of the big reasons you jumped into this relationship. Either you knew Sam, (other woman’s name), or both - which is it?’ Her (sighing) - ‘I mean, I know (other woman’s name) because we both are in the same profession and we hooked up. I don’t know Sam, at all, but yes I’ve been around the other woman.’ Me - ‘No, not good enough. Even if everyone at that table was in the lifestyle, there’s no way a woman would take just some guy - none of her other friends - into a backroom at a bar and play pre-mediated sex games with him. It was planned.’ Me (sternly) - ‘Spill it.’ Her (exasperated) - ‘OK... OK!’ Her - ‘I don’t know where to start.’ Me - ‘Did you know Sam?’ Her - ‘No, (other woman’s name) texted me to say that you were flirting with the bartender, who she knew in the lifestyle, and it was hot. But neither of us really know her, no.’ Me - ‘So that was real. Tell me about the setup.’ Her - ‘I knew you were nervous and still getting your feet underneath you, so I texted (other woman’s name) and asked her to meet you there and play backup if you fell short.’ Me - ‘Still too convenient, and clearly she wasn’t going to play backup. How did you know she would agree?’ Her - ‘Well, I knew she was in the lifestyle.’ Me - ‘How?’ Her - ‘I mean...’ Me - ‘You know I’m going to get the truth.’ Her - ‘Fine, FINE. She and I used to hook up very regularly. I knew she was in the lifestyle and she very much wanted me to get into it, but I just wasn’t interested in it at the time - I wasn’t comfortable with my sexuality as a whole, and she was enough.’ Me - ‘(Wife’s name), hooking up with someone regularly isn’t crazy or worth lying over. What’s the real deal here?’ Her (sighing) - ‘You know when I spoke about hooking up at the pool? Well, there was more to it.’ Her - ‘So a friend of (other woman’s name) in the lifestyle does real estate, and a family friend of hers had very quickly moved to Texas - just out of the blue. They had this gorgeous multi-million dollar house with a killer pool, and she invited everyone to a ‘lifestyle open house’ as her friend had it listed and agreed.’ Her - ‘It was an early evening thing, so she and I dressed to kill. You know my look - fancy lingerie, tight dress, tits out, hair done, expensive jewelry. Honestly, if she and I didn’t fuck that night I knew I was going to get laid somehow.’ Her - ‘So we get there, but I wasn’t told it was all lifestyle people, and honestly when we arrived they all looked just like normal people - but as the alcohol flowed I could tell something was different. People were REALLY touchy-feely, with some women even having their tits exposed and some guys with their cocks out.’ Her - ‘I confronted her, asked her if it was a lifestyle deal. She confessed, and apologized, but told me that we didn’t have to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. Just keep having a few drinks.’ Me - ‘What did you choose to do?’ Her - ‘I chose to keep having drinks.’ Me - ‘Knowing something was going to happen.’ Her - ‘Exactly, which is why I was kind of embarrassed but honestly just talking about it with you isn’t so bad.’ Me - ‘So what happened next?’ Her - ‘I had more drinks and started to really take in the people at the party. There were a lot of sexy people there, and I started to get very turned on.’ Her -’(Other woman’s name) noticed, clearly, and started to get more into it with me, pointing out different men and women and asked if I liked them, what I liked about them, would I fuck them... those kinds of questions.’ Me - ‘I’m guessing there weren’t a whole lot of ‘no’s’ in that series of questions?’ Her - ‘No, there really wasn’t. It wasn’t the alcohol, either, since I know everyone likes to say and I’m a ‘alcowhore’ or whatever - but this was different.’ Me - ‘Different how?’ Her - ‘I looked around the room and I wasn’t looking at people like people, if that makes sense. It wasn’t a dehumanizing thing or anything, they weren’t ‘less than,’ but moreso people who just want to fuck and didn’t need all the extra, stupid stuff - it was liberating.’ Her - ‘Instead of looking at this one woman, who was absolutely fucking gorgeous, as someone I’d have to small talk with, and get to know, she just had this beautiful body and a pair of tits I just wanted to suck.’ Her - ‘There was another guy who was getting a blowjob from someone and he just had this absolutely perfect cock, I wanted to suck it with her.’

She paused.

Her - ‘Do you hate me?’ Me - ‘No, I don’t hate you. I also don’t judge you for the story you’re telling, or being who you are. Hell, it sounds like you had a real moment of clarity, for yourself and your inner desires. Honestly it’s hot as fuck and I’m enjoying it, I wish it’s something we could make happen one day.’ Me - ‘I am upset because you lied. I’m also upset because you set me up because you didn’t trust me.’ Me - ‘And while I understand the whole setup thing, to make it happen and help me get my feet, the lying part simply isn’t OK.’ Her - ‘I know and I’m sorry. It wasn’t that I wanted to lie it’s just... I’m a slut, really, and I wanted to make sure that we were settled into the life before I really opened up some of my past.’ Me - ‘Some?’ Her - ‘Well yeah, (my name), with friends like (friend’s name) and (other woman’s name) in the lifestyle, surely you expected more?’

I paused. The fact of the matter was, I did, but I had not really thought about it or embraced the idea. I didn’t think my wife was some non-sexual person, or really that ‘repressed,’ it was just deep down I knew that she was a sex fiend. The writing was on the wall, I just chose not to look because I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about fully embracing the feeling.

Me - ‘I did. After (friend’s name) told me the story about you both, I knew. But I guess I hadn’t thought about it much past that.’ Her - ‘The NOLA story?’ Me - ‘Yeah, like, I know (friend’s name) is a little bimbo-ish and doesn’t pick up on things, at the same time things like that don’t just happen. You subtly led her on, didn’t you?’ Her - ‘Yeah, figured you’d get there. When we met those guys, I wanted her to fuck them. I’m not about to risk it with random dick in the French Quarter, but she would and I knew that and I wanted to watch her fuck because, well, she’s sexy - the fact that they did have nice cocks and were good lays was just icing on the cake.’ Me - ‘You led her on a lot, didn’t you?’ Her - ‘Yeah, she was my muse, so-to-speak. She’d fuck anything.’ Her (after a few seconds pause) - ‘You’re getting turned on, aren’t you?’ Me - ‘You’re going to have to tell me all the stories, now, but in good time - let’s continue with the pool party.’

She removed her lingerie, I took off my clothes, and we sat on the couch together.

Her - ‘Ohhh, you’re hard again.’ Me - ‘Yup, and you are fucking soaked.’ Me (rubbing her clit with my right hand while I stroked with my left) - ‘The party.’ Her (giggling and breathing heavy) - ‘So I asked if you hated me, because I wanted to be sure you were ready for the next part.’ Her - ‘I approached the guy and pulled my tits out. No words, I just sank to my knees and took him in my mouth.’ Me (playfully) - ‘I thought you didn’t like random dick?’ Her (giggling) - ‘Well this wasn’t RANDOM, haha. They all knew him, and that night that was enough for me.’ Her - ‘It was just so powerful and LIBERATING. Feeling him get fully hard in my mouth, hearing his moans, listening to people talk about how sexy we looked, watching us - it was surreal.’ Her - ‘But I didn’t feel judged, I felt adored. Its so hard to explain, it was just different.’ Her - ‘So I’m sucking him, right? And I guess I caused some confidence, because another woman appeared next to me, but she was NAKED. Like, completely fucking naked.’ Her - ‘So I pulled him out and offered him to her, and she took it so willingly (my name). Oh it was so fucking sexy, watching her take the whole thing and moan. She was so gorgeous with that cock in her mouth.’ Me - ‘I bet, you love to be the center of attention, but you also like to watch. What happened next?’ Her - ‘They definitely got lost in each other, so I laid down under the woman and started eating her. It was so perfect - she tasted so sweet, she had one of those little bush triangles above her pussy but otherwise she was smooth.’ Her - ‘She just started moaning and moaning and riding my face. I could tell she was so into it, she just kept getting wetter and wetter - I was going to make her cum.’ Her - ‘Eventually she did, but I was so turned on and impressed because I could tell she kept his cock in her mouth the whole time, but she came so hard.’ Her - ‘So I heard him say ‘I want to fuck you’ and she said ‘Please’ and rotated around, keeping her pussy by my face but planting her face right in my pussy.’ Me - ‘How did it feel?’ Her - ‘It was so good, she immediately started sucking my clit which I love. It felt so good, and then I looked up and saw that beautiful cock slide right into her pussy. Between the sight of it, and the way I could feel her moaning on my clit...

She trailed off, and then an orgasm ripped through her. Watching her writhe and push so much juice out of her pussy told me one thing - she really did like to watch people fuck. A lot of her pushing for the quean life really made sense, but I guess I just had to see it.

Her (breathing very heavily) - ‘I’m OK, I’m OK, just need a second.’ Me (still stroking) - ‘Take all the time you need, it’s OK.’ Her (little more calm) - ‘Fuck I forgot how much I enjoyed that.’ Me - ‘I can see, so what happened next.’ Her - ‘So just like that, I came too, but she kept eating and it was just... a constant flow, so surreal like the rest of it. Watching that cock just fill her pussy up and hearing her moan just drove me insane.’ Her - ‘Finally he started to grunt and fill her with cum. I was shocked that he would do that, but it turned me on all the same. What was absolutely crazy was she just shoved herself completely on him, like she wanted that.’ Me - ‘Ohhhh, did she eventually get pregnant?’ Her - ‘God you’re fucking bad haha. No, I don’t think so, I guess they’re good about morning after and birth control, that kind of thing.’ Me - ‘Booooo, oh well. What happened next?’ Her - ‘They both collapsed against the wall behind us. I just looked at them for what seemed like forever, they just cuddled and she had cum flowing out of her, and they were the focus of the whole party - everyone was staring at them.’ Me - ‘Had other people also started fucking?’ Her - ‘There were a few people groping each other, but no one had the courage to fuck I don’t think, or maybe they were just there for a show.’ Me - ‘Show?’ Her - ‘Oh, I was set up, too. (Other woman’s name) knew I would get pulled into it. As I sat there, she came up, dropped her dress, and started eating me again.’ Me - ‘That’s so hot.’ Her - ‘Fuck yeah it was. She was so good, and she was only focused on me and had started fingering me and everything. I was just squirming and rubbing my tits until I came again.’ Her - ‘Then she led me over to the pool, and I walked in - the water was so warm and felt good on my body. She sat on the edge and pulled me in to her and I started to lick, furiously.’ Her - ‘She was so into it, and I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, she started grinding her hips against my face.’ Me - ‘Was the group watching?’ Her - ‘It was perfect, they were locked in on us.’ Me - ‘Did (other woman’s name) cum?’ Her - ‘Yes, and then another man removed his clothes, walked up, and presented his cock for her to suck - and she didn’t hesitate.’ Her - ‘So I kissed her legs a bit, kept her in it but didn’t go back to eating just yet, but eventually she took my head and shoved it back.’ Me - ‘Did the guy fuck either one of you?’ Her - ‘No, eventually he came on her tits after she came again.’ Me - ‘So what happened next?’ Her - ‘That was it, the party kind of ended there and everyone hugged and kissed and went home.’

I had enough material, I thought, so I smiled at her and then lead her head to my cock. She understood and started sucking diligently.

Me (moaning) - ‘Oh baby that feels so good. I’m imagining myself getting a blowjob while watching you fuck those other two and (other woman’s name).’

She moaned and started sucking harder. The idea that this could eventually, actually happen turned me on even more, and as I imagined hopping into the pool with my wife and fucking her while she ate (other woman’s name) I hit stride and started to spray cum in my wife’s mouth.

Her (wiping up) - ‘Holy shit, that was a lot of cum.’ Me - ‘Yeah, that story was really fucking sexy. REALLY fucking sexy, loved thinking about it.’ Her - ‘So you really think you’d be into that stuff?’ Me - ‘Well fuck yeah, look at what just happened. I was imagining YOU having sex with others, too.’ Her - ‘That’s so exciting!’ Me - ‘But, two things. You have to promise me to be more open and don’t lie anymore.’ Her - ‘I know, it’ll take time but I’ll open up. I’m just... scared of how I feel sometimes.’ Me - ‘You know I know the feeling, but I understand. The other thing is - I’m still confused as to why you sent (other woman’s name) but never told me about what happened? It still doesn’t add up.’ Her - ‘It’s dumb. Partially because I was scared if you knew you’d ask a bunch of questions and you needed to hear it from me, not her, and partially because I didn’t want you to swing and miss, and get very down and negative about it. I wanted it to go well and I knew she’d deliver.’ Her - ‘But, again, I didn’t want it to get caught up in that story. I wanted you to tell it, and honestly I knew you’d bring it up, but I just wanted you to fuck her.’ Me (coy) - ‘And you always get what you want.’ Her - ‘Damn straight. Hahahaha.’

We sat there for awhile, cuddling. But eventually she broke back into it.

Her - ‘Do you really like that?’ Me - ‘You know I’m voyeuristic, and I like to have some attention. The idea of being at a party and watching, but ALSO being able to be the center of attention and turning people on? That’s fucking hot.’ Me - ‘I’m definitely into growing to that.’ Her - ‘I just can’t believe we found each other. I love you.’ Me - ‘I love you too, honey bunny. Let’s clean up and hit the sheets, I’m exhausted hahaha.’

Later, as we were laying down.

Me - ‘We still haven’t talked about (other woman’s name) and her husband.’ Her - ‘We’ll get there. Don’t worry - but real talk I’d like for you to warm up to it. The idea of you sucking and fucking a dude is just, oh God I can’t I’m going to want to fuck again.’ Me - ‘Really?’ Her - ‘Oh yeah. He’s a good looking man, too. I don’t expect you to go all in right off the bat, but you really should consider it. It will be hot as fuck, he’s experienced, and it will open a lot of doors.’ Her - ‘And, of course, it will make me happy.’

I waited for her to fall asleep, then pulled out my phone and opened PornHub. I decided to watch some bisexual MM and MMF scenes. I was a little shocked - while I wasn’t immediately rock hard, some of it turned me on.

After watching a few videos, I started to massage my balls. They were really, really sore but I just couldn’t help myself.

I didn’t realize what time it was, suddenly a text came through. It was from Sam.

Her (via text) - ‘Hey! Loved the security footage of you and that woman. You’re quite the stud, I’m impressed. How did it go with your wife?’ Me - ‘Holy shit, you watched all that? Thanks? Hahaha.’ Me - ‘She loved it, and opened up a little bit about her relationship with (other woman’s name)’ Her - ‘Yeah, I knew I had recognized her. I don’t know her, per se, but I knew she was someone that was ‘connected’ to the lifestyle, but not ‘in it.’ If that makes sense.’ Me - ‘Yes, it does. That’s basically how she explained it to me, her and (other woman’s name) dated for awhile and she got involved.’ Her - ‘So why are you still up?’ Me (sending her a link) - ‘I’m watching bisexual stuff. I didn’t realize but she wanted me to fuck other men and couples, and (other woman’s name)’s husband is bi, she brought it up before we parted ways.’ Her - ‘That’s. Fucking. Hot.’ Me - ‘Really?’ Her - ‘Yeah, good looking men fucking each other is hot. Are you into it?’ Me - ‘Honestly, yeah I think I am. I’m definitely warming up to it and my wife says it will open doors, whatever that means.’ Her - ‘Oh yeah. You know how many wives would die to get fucked like you fucked that woman? And then have you fuck their husband? The community here is full of them.’ Me - ‘I had no idea, obviously. What do you know about that woman and her husband?’ Her - ‘Let’s just say you please them, you’ll have mostly your pick of who you want to fuck. They know everyone. But be careful, they know everyone. Like if you all want to be discreet, you need to be up front about that.’ Me - ‘Good to know. I think we need to do coffee, sooner rather than later. There are things I need to learn, and you and I need to get to know each other better.’ Her - ‘Sleep, I’m sure you’re exhausted. Text me when you wake up and we’ll set a time to meet, I’m off tomorrow.’ Me - ‘Perfect.’

An introduction

Hello all who have found this blog or search the tags mentioned! I am the man in a couple from the south. My wife follows the blog, but I tend to be the writer. We are here to talk about our sexual experiences when it comes to me (bull) and her (cuckquean). I’ve considered it a lot and most of our experiences will come from my first-hand (or her telling me) point of view. Anything here that is in third person is a story that I wrote myself. This is a place for us to express. We have not been able to sustain a blog where we re-blog or post sexual pictures, videos, GIFs, or memes so for the time being this blog will be ‘text only.’ We hope to get into reblogging the good stuff later! We hope you enjoy!

Our first foray - Part 2

Writer’s note: This story is a little more dense and is about how my wife and I worked through it, there’s but two quick mentions of sex, for those who are only interested in that. Formally stated, Newton's third law is: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The statement means that in every interaction, there is a pair of forces acting on the two interacting objects.

For those of you who read my story yesterday and thought to yourself, ‘this worked out too well’ I have two statements -  1) We had been over a year looking

2) You’re absolutely right, because real life pushed back

The next morning, my wife woke me up with her mouth. This is not an unusual occurrence, if she sees I have morning wood a lot of times she swoops in - she and I both have an oral fixation kink (which will come up in other stories) so it’s natural.

As she adjusted herself onto all fours I took the opportunity to run my fingers along her pussy - soaked, which was strange for this early in the morning. She was usually a little wet after sucking for a few minutes, but this was surprising.

Me (playfully) - ‘Did you wake up thinking about me and (friend’s name)?’ Her (muffled with a mouth full of cock) - ‘Mmmmhm’

I felt her pull my balls tight and start to force my cock into her throat, so I returned the favor with a finger to pull on her g-spot while I ran my thumb along her clit. She came once, pushing juices all over herself and sheets like the night before, and then started to add a stroking motion to her blowjob - I was done quick after that.

She hopped out of bed quickly and threw on her robe.

Her - ‘See you downstairs?’ Me (surprised she jumped up so quickly) - ‘Ye... Yeah. Be right there my love.’

I walked downstairs and began to make our usual coffee and breakfast spread. As I started the coffee and the burners running, I checked my phone - there was the usual business mess, and a text from my wife’s friend. 

Meanwhile, my wife stared out the kitchen window to the woods beyond.

Me (cautiously) - ‘You OK? (Friend’s name) texted me.’ Her - ‘You’re going to leave me for her, aren’t you?’ Me (very quickly and surprised) - ‘No! I would never do that!’

The question was as shocking as it was dead pan. My wife and I were the type of couple that made other people puke - we were cute, we REALLY liked each other, we loved the same things, and were each other’s best friend. 

It was the conviction in the statement that shattered me. She really believed that I might leave her, but I came to find out later from reading further about queaning and working through relationships during that time, it was normal. It was fear and doubt of the kink manifesting itself in anger.

So imagine my surprise when, after doing my research, I thought back on the next part of the conversation.

Her - ‘Don’t bullshit me. You’re way too into this.’ Me - ‘You said I was the one overthinking it. We haven’t even really talked about the actual act, I really don’t know how this is going to work.’ Her - ‘It’s simple. You meet her, you fuck her, and you take that big cock and pump her full of cum. She’ll get big and pregnant and you can keep fucking her and being happy while I’ll be alone forever.’

So let me tell you, dear reader, in that moment I’m speechless - and it doesn’t happen often. I have -ZERO- idea where to go from here. Why all of these adjectives? Why pregnant? I had never expressed interest in kids of my own and my step-children were older at this point, now grown. And why did she think I was not only going to leave her, but someone like her would be alone forever?

None of it made sense, because I was ignorant of the psychological jumps she was making. Unfortunately, I’m a nerd as well as a doofus so my first thought was to pull out the Anakin line from Star Wars - ‘Hold on, this whole operation was your idea!’

Thank God I did not say that.

Instead, I do what most people do in modern society when a situation has become awkward and tense - I pulled out my phone. And there, on the screen, was my out.

Me - ‘Look, (friend’s name) texted me and can’t tonight. Work emergency and her kid’s having car issues.’ Her - ‘Seems convenient.’ Me -’Here, look.’

I showed her the text and her mood changed, visibly. She softened and hugged me.

Her - ‘I’m sorry, I just... I just got scared. This is a lot.’ Me - ‘I totally understand, this is for the best I think. We still have more to research and more to look into.’ Her - ‘You’re right.’ Me - ‘We have some time to think about it and talk it out before she’ll be asking when we’re meeting, so I’m going to start reading more into this and what happens when it’s actually going to happen. When you’re ready, we can talk more - and if we’re not ready when she reaches out again, we’ll shut it down.’

But, I had one question.

Me - ‘Why were you so wet and ready to suck this morning?’ Her - ‘Well, you know I can’t resist. I still like the idea of you fucking her. It was just... once you finished, I kind of realized the day was going to start and then the next person you would be finishing with would be... her.’

I could tell that the last part turned her on, but at the same time she was still visibly shaken. We continued to hug for a few more moments, then went about our day - or, at least, tried. I gave up on doing new things at work for the next few days and focused on my usual mundane stuff while researching this process.

It was during this research that I found out about the kink manifestation. Of course, I then came to realize that the other parts of that statement she made were telling of some of the things she wanted but had repressed. It’s important to note that my wife made consistent mention of feeling repressed her ‘whole life’ so I suppose I should not have been surprised.

The days seemed to fly by, but there was a tension at home. I could tell my wife harbored a long of sexual repression and a lot of resentment that she felt society had forced on her. She barely used her phone during that time, which was odd, very clearly battling herself for what she really wanted.

We had never gone 24 hours without some kind of sexual activity. We went into day three with no sex.

In thinking about what she said to me, it became more (but not fully) clear what she really wanted. I decided that night, with one day to go until the weekend, to try and open up the conversation. As I was cleaning spinach for dinner, she sat at the kitchen table.

Me (nonchalant) - ‘So, I’ve been doing research.’ Her (smirking) - ‘I’ve noticed, you’ve been preoccupied with SOMETHING.’ Me - ‘Ah, well if that’s the case, it’s important - I think - to note that your fear and anger are totally normal and we can work through that. What I was curious about was some of the other things you said.’ Her (hesitant, realizing it was out there) - ‘Like what?’ Me (confident) - ‘Well, the pregnancy fetish was surprising, to be sure. But I was unaware you had a humiliation fetish as well? That seems so unlike you.’

Looking back, I should not have been so direct. It’s my nature, and thankfully it didn’t derail the whole thing (which is still surprising), but I could tell I caught her off guard.

Her - ‘I thought we were focused on queaning.’ Me - ‘We are, but I think those two factor into what you want, long-term anyway.’

There was a long pause, the air in the room was heavy with anticipation. From my end, I let it marinate but I didn’t say anything - this was the make-or-break.

Her (exhaling) - ‘You think I’m weird, don’t you?’ Me - ‘No, not at all. In fact I think it’s beautiful and it means a lot to me that you want to share this, experience it, and have fun with it - and you want to do it with me.’ Her (flustered) - ‘But how do you make something like that happen? The kids are here every other week, work, responsibilities...’ Me (confident) - ‘We work through it, one step at a time, but it starts with actually trying the basics. I’m sure it all seems very hot and sexy now, but remember that me having sex with others will affect you. If I ever did get another woman pregnant, same thing. If another woman humiliated you, even in the heat of the moment, it would affect you. Based on what I’ve read, and what I believe to be true, we have to work through this slowly.’ Her (relaxing, and after a few seconds pause) - ‘I want you to fuck (friend’s name).’ Me - ‘Are you sure? Do you want to be involved? Do you want to be there?’ Her - ‘No, the way I always see it I’m going to do something like have my nails done, or go out with another friend for a drink, some activity outside the house, on my own, and you pay for it (she laughs).’ Me - ‘OK, I’m going to text (friend’s name) and tell her to be here at 6 p.m. tomorrow.’ Her - ‘OK, I’m ready.’

I finished dinner, but before setting the table I texted the friend.

Me (in text) - ‘Hey, we talked it out and we’re ready to try. Tomorrow, our place, 6 p.m.? Her - ‘Yay! Will she be there?’ Me - ‘No, she wants to be away but wants pics. Are you OK with that?’ Her - ‘Of course! Kids?’ Me - ‘With their dad this week.’ Her - ‘Oh wow this is going to be perfect! See you tomorrow!’ Her - ‘I’m going to wear this tomorrow to work and come right after!’ It was a picture of her in a body suit and jeans, clearly not wearing a bra. Me - ‘I can’t wait to get it off of you.’

That night as I wrapped up work, the texts started to come through with pictures of women watching other women get fucked, and threesomes with one woman pregnant.

Her (via text) - ‘Is it OK that I want this?’

I went up to the room, she was naked under the covers and the light hum of a vibrator echoed.

I started to get undressed and she pushed the covers back. She was glowing, her pussy soaked, her nipples tight. I came to her side of the bed and began to fondle one of her tits while I slipped two fingers inside her.

She exhaled and started breathing heavily. She took me in her mouth, her head bobbing as I fondled her tits and tweaked her nipples. I felt her start to rock her hips as she was about to cum with my fingers inside her, and it felt amazing for her to exhale rapidly and moan with my cock in her mouth as she orgasmed.

I climbed into bed and bent her over, stuffing my cock into her waiting pussy. The feeling was amazing, she was soaked, and the sounds were even better. She was already there, I forced her to lift her hips as I pulled her hair back and shoved my cock in as far as it would go.

She cried out, but I eased her.

Me - ‘Stay there baby, your pussy feels so good. Do you want me to fuck her like this tomorrow?’ Her - ‘Mmmmhm.’ Me - ‘Do you think her pussy will be good?’ Her - ‘Yes daddy.’ Me (leaning in close) - ‘Better than yours?’

It was a gamble, I knew, but to my shock she came - hard. She pulled off and curled up, clearly in a vulnerable state. I laid next to her, took her hand in mine.

Me - ‘I love you very much, I just wanted to see how it went.’ Her (quivering) - ‘I liked it, and I’m surprised I liked it.’ Me - ‘I know, it’s OK.’

She took my cock and slid it back in.

Her - ‘Slow, please.’ Me - ‘Of course.’

I eased in and out of her for a few minutes, telling her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. Eventually I came inside her, and then fell asleep.

Part 3 tomorrow!

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.