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I arrived back home around 5:15. My wife was already there and waiting for me with more fruit (to which I laughed).
Me - ‘You really want me to be prepped for this, don’t you?’ Her - ‘Yeah, I want you to have fun. I think it’s a big step for both of us and if you don’t have fun, well... it might be hard for me to get you to try again.’
The conversation struck me. It felt good, to me, that my wife understood this was a difficult step for me. Reading about her and her friend’s past escapades was one thing (and a hot thing), but actually going forward with having sex with this woman - in our house, no less - was another.
But I had agreed. I was committed. This was going to happen.
Me - ‘I appreciate what you do for me. I love you.’ Her - ‘I love you too, now I’m going to get my nails done and hitting dinner with (another friend’s name). You relax and have fun.’ Her - ‘And I’ll take that.’
She very deftly snatched my wallet and took out the credit card. I didn’t care, it was a funny move and she knew I’d pay anyway.
Me - ‘Have fun my love, and I can’t wait to tell you what happens... and talk more about your past.’ Her - ‘Well, you’ll have to work that second part out of me. But don’t worry about it now, have fun!’
I closed her door and she drove off. I walked back in the house, munched on some grapes and blueberries, consumed some water, and stared at the clock. A watched pot never boils, and so to did the next 30 minutes seem to crawl by. Finally, a text.
(Wife’s friend) - ‘Hey, got caught up by I’m on my way!’ Me - ‘Great, I’m fruited and watered up.’ Her - ‘Hahaha. You better be!’
Doubt started to creep in. What if my wife got mad? What if I couldn’t perform? What if my wife’s friend and I didn’t have chemistry?
Me (texting wife) - ‘Doubt, nervous. Just started creeping in.’ Her - ‘She’s on her way, isn’t she?’ Me - ‘Yes.’ Her - ‘(My name) let go. Just enjoy it, that’s what this about. She’s fucking gorgeous, busty, and she’s hyper-sexual just like me. I have 0 doubt y’all are going to have fun if you just LET YOURSELF go.’
She was right, as usual. I did find her friend extremely attractive and she clearly liked the picture of my cock and my cum, so there was some base interest.
Me - ‘You’re right. I love you, I’m in for this.’ Her - ‘I love you too, I swear. This isn’t a trap, have fun, the more fun you have the better the story and the more I’m going to love you both telling it!’
I took a deep breath and relaxed. I focused on what I knew about the friend coming - her looks, enthusiasm, and sexuality. I looked back through our texts and finally started to get into, at least I thought, the right mindset.
Finally the doorbell rang.
When I opened it, she was standing there with a giant smile on her face. I took it all in - she looked amazing, and had very positive body language, and I noticed her tits through her body suit. The sight alone was... incredible.
Her - ‘Hey, can I...’
I didn’t let her finish. I pulled her inside, slammed the door, knocked her purse out of her hands, and planted a giant kiss. It was a risk, truly, but when she forced her tongue back into my mouth I knew I had made the right call.
The chemistry was immediately apparent. Our heads moved in almost the same direction every time as we pushed our tongues together and made out in the foyer. I started to explore her body with my hands, rubbing her tits, legs, hips, and ass. I was getting harder with every passing moment, and I slipped my hand into her pants to see if she was reacting similarly.
She was, absolutely soaked, and I moved my hand until I found her clit and started to give nice, long strokes.
Her (breathing heavily) - ‘Oh fuck yes I needed this.’ Me (sucking on her neck) - ‘Makes two of us.’
I took a moment to guide her hand to my hard cock. She made an excited moaning noise and she felt it, and rubbed her hand a long it. I was in it, full tilt, and so was she - I almost couldn’t believe this was happening but I pushed it from my mind.
She pulled away, looked me dead in the eyes, bit her lip, and sank to her knees. She undid my pants and pulled them down, causing my cock to pop out from underneath my briefs.
Her - ‘Oh yeah, I can see how you’ve kept her pussy on lockdown.’
I figured it was a comment to ask about later, and guided her mouth onto my cock. She released a loud moan as it went in, her mouth was so warm, hungry, almost perfect. I rocked my head back and released a moan.
She started massaging my balls as her mouth bounced on my dick. I started to realize that she and my wife had similar technique, yet another question for later.
After a few minutes of bliss I told her to take her pants and the body suit off.
Her (aggressively removing clothing) - ‘Yes sir. Are you ready to fuck?’ Me - ‘No, I like to eat pussy and I want to eat yours, now.’ Her - ‘Are you sure?’
That question threw me off for a second, but I recovered.
Me - ‘Yes, I think you’ll love it. Besides, you told me how you like it.’
She took my hand and led me into the living room. I removed the rest of my clothing as she fell onto the couch, rolling onto her back and lifting her legs. Her pussy was gorgeous, and I didn’t hesitate - I sunk down on my knees and took everything in my mouth and sucked hard.
Her - ‘Oh my fucking God.’
Her legs went stiff, almost weirdly so, but I backed off and pulled her lips apart. I started giving her the long, hard licks with my tongue on her clit.
Her - ‘Hnnnnh. Hmmmmh.’
It was like she was on the borderline between pain and pleasure.
Me - ‘Do you want me to stop?’ Her - ‘Absolutely fucking not, keep going.’
I returned to the tongue strokes, adding two fingers to the move with the come hither motion. I felt her body responding to it as she moved her hips with my fingers, but her legs were still very tight. I looked up to see her holding her tits in her hands, breathing very heavily.
I started to pull my fingers tight against her walls, and watched as her stare became blank. ‘Oh shit’ I thought, knowing where this was going but also feeling extremely fucking empowered that it was about to happen.
And so it did. She grunted, heavily, and her legs started to vibrate intensely. Eventually, they were quaking and I pulled back to see her nipples twist, and her pussy just start pushing juices out onto the couch.
I got greedy at this point, I wanted to see how far it would go, so I started pulling again in the middle of her orgasm, and then sunk my face into her wetness.
Her - ‘Oh fuck nooo....’
She trailed into a scream, squirted, and her legs were basically convulsing. That lasted for about eight seconds and then she passed out.
Me - ‘Oh, oh damn. Um, (friend’s name)? You OK?’
She was breathing still, clearly, but was definitely no longer awake.
I pulled out my phone and texted my wife.
Me (after recapping via text) - ‘So yeah, she’s out.’ Wife - ‘You idiot.’ Me - ‘How am I an idiot?!’ Her - ‘Wait, did I not warn you about that?’ Me - ‘NO!’ Her - ‘Yeah, OK, that is definitely my bad. She has these crazy orgasms when something thick is inside her or you manipulate her G-spot, while also massaging her clit.’ Me - ‘I’m guessing that’s why she asked if I was sure I wanted to go down her?’ Her - ‘Yeah, pretty much.’ Me - ‘Well she seems OK but, fuck baby, what do I do?’ Her - ‘Well, two options. If I wanted things to continue after she came back I’d play with myself or a toy until she woke up. Sometimes I’d give up, because she’d stay asleep, sometimes it would work out.’ Her - ‘Second option is to just get dressed, put a blanket on her, and tell her what happened. Then talk to her or let her go and try again.’ Me - ‘Which way are you leaning?’ Her - ‘I have 0 clue, I’m not there. Based on what you’ve told me it sounds like she’d be into it when she woke up, but I also know you’re really conscious about situations like this so - you decide.’ Her - ‘My friend is getting a little upset since I’ve been buried on the phone 5 minutes. You’ve got this, I love you.’
In truth, I was frustrated. My wife had failed to warn me about something that she knew would most likely happen because she and I both have an oral kink. It was an almost irresponsible thing to leave out.
But at the end of the day, I had just had oral sex with a woman who was not my wife, a situation my wife supported - did I really have any right to complain?
I snapped out of it, the situation had to be handled as best as possible. I decided to ease her a long the length of the couch and put a blanket over her. I then went into another room and started to look at pictures of my wife and pictures of her friend - I just couldn’t bring myself to sit in the same room with her.
10 minutes passed. 20 minutes. At the 30 minute mark, I texted my wife.
Me (via text) - ‘I don’t think she’s getting up without help. She seems to be snoring a little.’ Her - ‘She’s a party girl, and she’s single. There’s no telling how much sleep she hasn’t gotten.’ Me - ‘So what do I do? If I touch my dick at all I’m going to cum.’ Her - ‘Ohhhh, go finish on her while she’s sleeping.’ Me - ‘I know you guys are friends and have history but... no.’ Her - ‘You’re no fun, you’ll learn. Anyway, I’d just go wake her up at this point. We’re wrapping up our last drink and I’ll be home in about 20 minutes.’ Her - ‘She knows she needs to be gone, I’m not quite ready to physically see it yet.’ Me - ‘OK, I’ll work on it and keep you posted.’
I went back into the other room, sat down next to the friend, and started to shake her. I’m not sure how long it took, but eventually she woke up.
Her - ‘Hey, what happened?’ Me - ‘Long story short, my wife didn’t warn me about your intense orgasms and I pushed the limit.’ Her (smirking) - ‘Don’t y’all both have an oral kink? She did that shit on purpose.’ Me - ‘I do have my suspicions, but she’ll be home soon and said you knew the rules for this time.’ Her - ‘Yeah, I need to go, but I can see you need some attention first.’
It was true, I had been edging for damn near half an hour and my dick was rock solid. She came over and started to suck me and it wasn’t long before I unleashed in her mouth. She eventually pulled off and took the last bit on her face.
Her (giggling and putting some of my cum in her mouth) - ‘Well there were some unexpected things, but this turned out very fun!’ Me (wiped out) - ‘Yeah, I love your sexual energy.’ Her (smirking) - ‘So does your wife, haha!’ Her - But I need to clean up and get dressed, where’s the bathroom?
I helped her with her clothes and she disappeared into the bathroom.
Me (text to wife) - ‘We’re done, she’s getting dressed, cleaned up, and ready to go.’ Her - ‘You did so good! I just got a pic from her in the bathroom covered in cum!’ Me - ‘That started in her mouth.’ Her - ‘Oh God I can’t wait to hear the whole thing, in person.’ Me - ‘I can’t wait to tell it, I love you.’ Her - ‘I love you too, be home in 15′
My wife’s friend emerged, cleaned up and dressed.
Her - ‘Despite what you may thank, I had fun and I can definitely see this continuing.’ Me - ‘I was hoping so, I now know not to go straight for the oral haha.’ Her (coming in to kiss me) - ‘See, you’re already learning.’
We made out for a brief moment and she left with a wave.
Thanks for reading! There will be an epilogue about the discussions my wife and I had, that I will write tomorrow!
Writer’s note - I do apologize for anyone who was looking for this two day’s ago (Christmas Day). I don’t know why I promised it would come out then, and Christmas festivities ate me up pretty quickly.
I separated the story into multiple parts because it started to get lengthy.
I woke up the next day having slept very well, which was the first good sign that things were going to be fine. The second was what sort of mindset my wife was going to be in when she woke up. I looked over and noticed that had already happened, and I tapped her on the shoulder waiting to see what reaction I would receive.
She rolled over with a smile on her face.
Her (playfully) - ‘Morning daddy.’ Me (relieved) - ‘Morning my love, how are you?’ Her - ‘I slept gooooood. How did you sleep?’ Me - ‘Very well, I feel good.’ Her - ‘Check your phone.’
I rolled over and picked my phone up off of my bedside table and unlocked it. There was a new group messaged between my wife, her friend, and myself. I opened the text to find a picture of the friend with her pants pulled down, spreading herself open in front of the mirror.
Friend (via text) - ‘Morning lovebirds. Today’s the day and I’m so excited - can’t wait to have (my name) inside of me!’
Me (turned on) - ‘Well, now I’m very excited.’ Her - ‘Me too! But no sex, we have to save you for this evening!’ Me - ‘But if we wait, I might get too excited and I won’t last!’ Her - ‘Don’t overthink it! Let’s just do our thing, get ready, go to work, and take it from there.’ Me (slightly disappointed) - ‘OK my love, I’ll see you downstairs.’ Our morning went about as usual. Coffee, breakfast, and a conversation about what the day had in store - she never mentioned what was coming that night so I didn’t push based on her attitude after we woke up. A quick shower and I was off to the office.
That’s when the day got interesting.
I received a text from the friend, a picture of her in the outfit my wife and I wanted her to wear (tight jeans, white body suit, no bra) and then a follow-up pic of her cleavage.
Her (text to me directly) - ‘You like what you see, don’t you?’ Me - ‘Fuck yes. I was ready to meet you this morning after I saw that first picture.’ Her - ‘God this is going to be fun. I’m so excited, I can’t wait for tonight.’ Her - ‘Ask me anything, I want to keep this going. I’m an open book.’ Me (quickly, having hoped that was the case) - How do you like to be fucked? Her - ‘I tend to get into my partner, I’m flexible. If you want to fuck me hard, go for it. If you want it to be sensual, I can get into that as well.’ Me - ‘Do you like for people to go down on you?’ Her - ‘Well, yeah, I’m like your wife - I’m bi. It’s hard to be that way and NOT like it haha.’ Me - ‘Do you like long strokes, flicks, or sucking on your clit?’ Her - ‘Oh my fucking God I love that you asked that. Long strokes, please!’ Me (pivoting) - ‘Tell me about when you and (wife’s name) used to hook up.’ Her - ‘Hah, is that what she calls it? Well I think it was more than that.’
What her friend then described was, in my opinion, a full-on relationship. She and my wife had, basically, dated for three years and lived together for two of them. The friend had several male friends with benefits, but said that my wife was only ever interested in her during that time.
Me - ‘You’re just saying that because you think I’ll be mad. Don’t worry, I won’t - she had a life before me and it’s hot. I have a voyeuristic streak in me.’ Her - ‘No, seriously. I’m sure she’s said it before to you and you’ve brushed it off as ‘whatever,’ but it’s true. She is the pickiest damn woman when it comes to dick - which is why I’m really excited to feel yours.’ (This is true, my wife said it often but this was the first time it was confirmed by another party) Me - ‘Can you elaborate?’
She told me two stories. The first was an early-relationship trip to New Orleans. The two of them had a long week and decided on a whim to head to NOLA for a little weekend getaway. After resting and having some fun in the hotel room, they hit the French Quarter and about an hour in found two ‘hunks,’ as my wife’s friend described them. Within another hour they were back at the hotel room.
Her - ‘They were gorgeous. Fit, relatively tall, handsome faces - and they were actually kind of nice. It was a stroke of fucking luck but you won’t hear me complaining haha!’ Me - ‘So what happened?’ Her - ‘As usual I was naked in a heart beat. I was making out with one while the other groped me and rubbed my pussy - but I noticed I was getting all the attention.’ Me - ‘Where was (wife’s name)?’ Her - ‘I didn’t know at first, and I was kind of caught up y’know? Haha. Anyway, they started to get undressed and I finally looked around and saw her sitting in the chair by the window. She had one tit out and her dress hiked up masturbating - it was so fucking hot.’ Me - ‘What did you do then?’ Her - ‘I asked her if she wanted to join and she said no. I don’t think she had enough to drink at that point haha.’ Me - ‘Yeah, probably not. (It was true, the more my wife drinks the more the repression she sheds.) So what happened next?’ Her - ‘They got undressed - BEAUTIFUL cocks - and I started sucking one and stroking the other. I switched a few times, then one of them pushed me back on the bed, lifted up my legs, and shoved himself inside me. The other knelt near my head and put his cock back inside my mouth.’
At this point, I had locked my office door and pulled my own cock out. I was already hard, I should have known this was going to happen, but the enjoyment she was clearly getting from telling the story and the fact that I had semi-known my wife had a very sexual past was just too much. I also loved the fact that this woman I was about to have sex with was clearly VERY sexual.
I took a pic of my cock and sent it to her.
Her - ‘Fuck I LOVE it. I’m guessing you’re enjoying this?’ Me - ‘Fuck yeah I am, please continue. It sounds like you lucked into a pretty awesome situation.’ Her - ‘I did! I mean, the one guy who started fucking me was EXCELLENT but the other guy was just kind of... there. He didn’t really want to fuck but he definitely wanted his dick sucked and it was a nice cock.’ Me - ‘What positions did y’all get into?’ Her - ‘Just two. I started off on my back and then got on all fours and let him fuck me doggy. Eventually he came on my back and I sucked the other guy until he came in my mouth.’
Thinking about it was enough - I stroked myself to completion and came... and I came a lot. I took a picture and sent it to my wife, who was a little displeased.
Wife (text) - ‘What the fuck?’ Me - ‘I couldn’t help it! (Friend’s name) was texting me details of a trip to New Orleans y’all took and she fucked two guys and you watched?’ Her - ‘Oh my fucking God she didn’t. I’m so sorry my love, I can’t believe she told you!’ Me - ‘Clearly I’m not bothered, haha. It was very hot and I love her sexual energy - I can see how y’all found each other.’ Her - ‘Wait, you liked it?’ Me - ‘Well sure, you had a life before I came around and I know at your core you’re a sexual person. It’s very hot and I love knowing you like to watch.’ Her - ‘She embellishes a bit, you know.’ Me - ‘Well, sure, it’s part of the fun of the story. But here, I’ll send you the screenshots.’ Her (after viewing them) - ‘That’s actually pretty close to reality. What is she saying now?’ Me - ‘She’s broken into another story about you guys going with a new boyfriend of hers to a strip club?’ Her - ‘Oh yeah, that is a good one. I’m surprised how comfortable I am with her telling you but, it’s out there now I guess.’ Her - ‘Oh, and we need to talk about you not believing me about being picky until someone else confirmed it.’ Me - ‘Yes ma’am (smirk)’ Her - ‘Well, go read through the other one and then you need to hydrate, eat fruit, and have a good lunch. Preferably a nap if you can get one.’ Me - ‘Will do, I love you.’ Her - ‘I love you, too, have fun.’
I popped back over to the new story. There was a text at the end.
Friend (text) - ‘Hey, still there?’ Me - ‘Yeah, had a bit of a situation over here (sent her the picture of my cum)’ Her - ‘Holy shit, that’s so sexy. You loved the first story that much?’ Me - ‘Yeah, you’re sexy as fuck and the idea of you pleasing two men so well that you just met is hot as fuck to me. Plus, it appears my wife agrees haha.’ Her - ‘Oh yeah, she loved it. I think she said she came twice or something but she was definitely out of it when they finished!’ Her - ‘Well this one I sent you focuses more on her, so enjoy! I have a bunch of appointments this afternoon, but I can’t wait to see you later! Rest and hydrate!’ Me - ‘Looking forward to it, as well. Hope they enjoy your outfit.’
I went back to look at the new story. My wife, her friend, and the friend’s new boyfriend were going to a local strip club. My wife knew the general manger (I knew this, she and I had gone as well) but she had never done what the story described! The idea was to test just how well the boyfriend could handle a sexual situation because my wife’s friend ‘had her doubts.’
My wife’s friend was very focused on getting my wife drunk, because she knew where it would go. They were sitting in a small section, away from the main action, rotating lap dances between the three of them. By the time the newest girl came to my wife again, apparently she had gotten drunk enough to let it go.
Stripper (to my wife) - ‘So, are they real?’ My wife - ‘Yes, and you’re very sexy.’ Stripper - ‘Thanks, I can tell you’re turned on. You like girls, too?’ My wife - ‘Yeah, almost as much as guys actually. I still need dick but, I can definitely make it work with a woman if I want (she winked at her friend)’ Stripper - ‘If you pay for a VIP room and some drinks, plus $200, I’ll eat your pussy until you cum.’ My wife - ‘I have to say yes.’
My wife asked the general manager, who was happy to oblige (I think she liked my wife, too) and gave them a good rate on a VIP room. According to the story, there was a two-way mirror so they could see out onto the floor, but no one could see in.
My wife sat down, took off her jeans and panties, and was apparently ready and willing for action. The stripper didn’t hesitate.
My wife’s friend said she had pulled her man’s dick out and started playing with it. When the stripper stuck two of her fingers into my wife, the following moan was too much and he came all over his shirt. My wife’s friend described it as ‘hilarious’ and ‘adorable’ but I felt for the guy - here was at least one, probably two after they were done with each other, women who were going to need dick and he just let loose.
In the end though, it answered her question about whether or not he could handle it. Apparently there were no second chances.
The stripper played with my wife for about 10 more minutes until my wife came. The stripper left and so did the trio. He was sent home because he was ‘spent’ and they went home to play with dildos, at least they’d get some dick the friend said.
Me (texting wife) - ‘So the stripper story was hot. Didn’t know you had done that there, but now I know why the GM looks at you like that haha.’ Her - ‘Well, now that you know, we’ll have to have some fun together.’ Me - ‘You’re damn straight. Poor dude, though.’ Her - ‘Yeah, I mean he got a great show but just couldn’t hold it.’ Me - ‘Well, I’m gonna take the nap then wrap up the day. See you at home around 5 before she comes?’ Her - ‘Yes sir.’
The finale will be tomorrow!
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!
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!
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!