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Branching out

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

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

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

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

She expressed one night after a sexual encounter.

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

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

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

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

I love older women, I always have. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the reputation it had received was earned.

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

My kind of place.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I did.

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

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

I spanked her, she liked it.

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

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

Watching her eyes roll back was heaven.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here - ‘Here, let me.’

She put it on with her mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pay dirt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My phone went off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I called my wife immediately.

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

Part 2 coming soon.

Interesting conversation

Hey y’all! I know it’s been a long, long time since we’ve been around but real life is just... well it’s a bitch LOL

But last night hubby and I had an interesting conversation and I wanted to share it and see who would want to discuss it and/or share their own experiences!

So we had a cold front come through here the past few days and last night (Sunday) we were cuddled up on the couch with football playing in the background and suddenly I hear him audibly smirk.

Me - ‘What’s up?’ Him - ‘See this chick?’

I did and woof she was cute. She was standing there in (tight) turtleneck and jeans outside of a church. She had piercing green eyes, pretty face, great tits, and thick, thick legs. I was excited because I thought I was going to get a story!

Then he scrolled and there was her husband and two sons.

Me - ‘Oh, why are you showing me this?’ Him - ‘Isn’t it interesting how people change for things?’ Me - ‘What does that mean?’ Him - ‘We used to be friends, before I met you, and if someone had told me she would be a suburban, church-going, monogamous, mom-of-two I would have laughed.’ Me (excited because I knew where this was going) - ‘Care to share?’

He proceeded to tell me that they had a friends-with-benefits type arrangement (they never found a romantic spark) but some of the things they did together and with a few friends had been kinky as fuck - and mostly her idea.

Creampies, anal, group sex, public sex and facials... I was turned on as fuck, especially since she had also nearly gotten to the point where she wanted friends to come over and watch since their experiences had ‘gotten out.’ (Never happened, she had to move for work BOOOOOO LOL)

Honestly I felt kind of lucky, too, because who knows if they’d still be together but she had always told him she’d ‘never been happier, sexually’ and was just so excited to do things with him.

We went through our social media and talked about a lot of previous hookups and partners, it was fun to see how many of their lives were so totally different from when we knew them and we had fun theorizing whether they were getting their needs met hahahaha.

Obviously we all know that certain things can change people - life experiences, work changes, marriage, kids.

There’s also the fact that some people just go through a ‘phase.’

Or some just meet the right sexual partner at the right time.

And in some cases youth just leaves people feeling invulnerable and more willing to try things (although, people who have kids early tend to turn it around later in life which is awesome too! LOL)

Anyway, wanted to throw it out there to see if anyone else has ever experienced this on that level (or at all!). Love y’all!

Branching out

I fully expected to return home and be in serious trouble.

The conversation didn’t feel as if it had gone well with my wife after my interaction with Sam. It wasn’t the sex part, but more so the fact that we clearly had some sort of connection that went beyond sex.

Me - ‘I mean, are you OK?’ Her - ‘Yeah, I’m fine, I’ll see you when you get home.’

I was nervous the whole drive home with the boys. We arrived and they all went their separate directions - the younger two to their friend’s down the street to check in for the week, probably play some basketball. The oldest went to go brood in his room, as teenagers do.

I opened the bedroom door slowly as I was unsure what to expect. Needless to say, what I found was unexpected. My wife was under the covers staring at me with a grin to rival a Cheshire cat.

Me - ‘Wha.... what’s up?’ Her - ‘Are the boys gone?’ Me - ‘Sort of, two youngest went to the friend’s. Oldest went straight to his room.’ Her - ‘Good.’

She pulled back the covers to reveal that she was completely naked and, the only word I can think to describe it is ‘sloppy.’

Me - ‘What the fuck?’ Her - ‘What’s wrong?’ Me - ‘I mean, I just figured after the way we ended our conversation that you would be... a little more upset.’ Her - ‘Are you fucking kidding? You’re like, literally performing above any standard I could have set.’ Her - ‘You’ve been regularly fucking one of my friends, who would do anything you want at this point, and have now added two more sluts to your body count. Both of whom will become regular it appears.’ Her - ‘Why in the world would I be mad?’ Me - ‘Well, I ended up fucking Sam without prior discussion.’ Her - ‘Expected.’ Me - ‘And she has feelings.’ Her - ‘Bound to happen.’ Me - ‘But won’t that complicate things?’ Her - ‘They could. It could also open doors and, frankly, I like the idea of her falling for you and staying with us from time-to-time when the boys are with their dad.’ Me - ‘You... you WHAT?!’ Her - ‘I mean are you surprised? I expected you to bring home women at some point and, let’s face it, you know I like women almost as much as you do.’ Her - ‘I swear, sometimes you can be dumb for a smart person.’ Me - ‘A running theme it seems.’ Her (giggling) - ‘Are the sexually experienced women ganging up on you?’ Me - ‘Yes, and under different circumstances I’d probably be mad about it.’

We both had a laugh at that one. I went and changed into something more comfortable and then came and sat next to her while she masturbated.

Her - ‘Tell me all about it.’

I walked her through the whole experience. She came when I told her about the ass fingering and that I got hard, but I rubbed her while she calmed down, then told her the rest.

Her - ‘God that’s so perfect. I’d say ‘Your poor cock’ but that would be a lie.’ Me (laughing) - ‘Yeah, he’s been through it but I can’t say it was unwanted.’ Her - ‘I bet it’s so sore.’ Me - ‘Yeah, I need a break with lots of fruit and water.’ Her - ‘Well, you’ll have a little time depending on what Sam wants, but not much.’ Me - ‘What do you mean?’ Her - ‘(other woman’s name) and I have been talking. She’s ready for you to meet her husband.’ Me - ‘Oh, look, I...’ Her - ‘I said meet, not fuck. He won’t be back in town until Wednesday, so they’re looking at Thursday or Friday.’ Me - ‘What about the boys?’ Her - ‘They’ll be fine, if we can keep this going even when we have them I’ll be all in. You just can’t be gone forever, mind you, so it gives you a good out in case things get uncomfortable.’ Me - ‘OK, are you going to work the details or should I?’ Her - ‘I’m fine taking the lead on this one, she and I have history like (friend’s name) so don’t worry.’ Her - ‘You focus on keeping Sam happy.’ Me - ‘Yes ma’am! I’m going to cook dinner, I love you.’ Her - ‘I love you, too. I’m going to clean up and say hi to the boys.’

Before I left, I did have a question.

Me - ‘You sure you aren’t mad?’ Her - ‘No (my name), remember I had just finished that meeting and was doing paperwork. I just wasn’t ready to talk about it.’ Me - ‘Fair, I love you.’ Her - ‘I love you too.’

I powered up the oven and texted Sam.

Me (via text) - ‘Hey! How are you?’ Her - ‘Hey! I’m good, just finished cumming from thinking about you.’ Me - ‘That’s funny, so did my wife.’ Her - ‘What did you tell her?’ Me - ‘All of it, down to the feelings as well. She actually thinks its hot, wants us to explore it.’ Her - ‘I wondered if you would, but that’s so sexy that she’s letting you explore it. I’m excited!’ Me - ‘Me too! What’s your schedule like this week?’ Her - ‘I’m pretty packed in the evenings, unfortunately, doesn’t open up until next weekend. What about you?’ Me - ‘Boooo. I’m pretty open, but apparently (other woman’s name) is ready for me to meet her husband already?’ Her - ‘Yeah, they don’t play around. That might be a good setup, then, go see them during the week and we can find time next weekend.’ Her (sending pictures of her nude in the bed) - ‘You like?’ Me - ‘I love, that’s so amazing. You are gorgeous. Can I share you with my wife?’ Her - ‘I was hoping you would.’ Me - ‘She’s hoping we get close enough that you can come spend the night with us from time-to-time.’ Her - ‘Wait, really? Now that’s the first surprise in all this, but I am biflexible and totally down.’ Me - ‘Awesome, I’m going to let her know. And show her these pics haha.’ Her - ‘Good, I’ll talk with you later.’

The week seemed to crawl by. I spoke with Sam often, but nothing overly complicated. Lots of nudes and dick pics swapped, with the intention of meeting Saturday, but otherwise it was relatively calm. Thankfully my wife’s friend had her hands full at work, as well, so outside of my wife and I’s normal sex routine I had plenty of time to recover.

Then, Thursday at work, it happened.

Wife (via text) - ‘Hey, (other woman’s name) said she and her husband are available tonight.’ Me - ‘Oh?’ Her - ‘Yeah, are you ready? Do you have anything to do tonight?’ Me - ‘Outside of getting the boys and making dinner, no.’ Her - ‘Don’t worry about either, I’ll take care of it and tell the boys you have a work function.’ Me - ‘Are you sure?’ Her - ‘Yes, I want this.’ Me - ‘Then go ahead, make the call.’ Her - ‘Are you sure? Yay! I’m so excited.’ Me - ‘Yeah, I’m ready to at least see where this goes.’ Her - ‘Remember, no pressure. You’re just meeting him and at most y’all might fuck her together, that’s it.’ Me - ‘OK, I’m ready.’

That night I got dressed up, same as I did to go to the bar the first time I met (other woman’s name) and Sam, kissed my wife and told the boys ‘bye,’ and headed out.

They lived in a nice part of the city (we lived in the suburbs) and were clearly well off. I was just as nervous as the last weekend when I went to the bar, except this time it was for a variety of different reasons. As I pulled up her husband was standing in the front waiting for me.

The house was expansive, at least 4,000 square feet judging from the outside. The entire front was lit and floor to ceiling windows ran the expanse. I could see custom woodwork and marble floors on the inside.

He walked up and greeted me as I got out.

Him - ‘Hi (my name), I’m (his name), (other woman’s name) husband.’ Me - ‘Nice to meet you sir, thanks for having me.’ Him - ‘Yeah, drop the sir. I’m told you can handle older women so that means you can use my first name.’ Me (smirking) - ‘Fair enough.’

Everything he wore was custom. Boots, jeans, button down, belt - all custom. The whole experience meant one of two things: They were very, very rich; or they wanted people to think that they were. Either way, they were pulling it off well.

We walked into the house, which seemed cavernous.

Him (with a hint of joking and gesturing toward the living room) - ‘I’m told you know my wife.’ Me - ‘Yes, I do, I..’

I trailed off. There she was in the living room, holding a glass of wine and what appeared to be whiskey in the other. The reason I trailed off is because she was wearing black and silver lace panties and nothing else.

Her - ‘Hey (my name), thanks for coming. Jack Honey wasn’t it?’ Me - ‘Ye... yeah. Thanks. Are y’all worried about people seeing you?’ Him - ‘No, they know what we’re about but they can’t touch us. Plus I’m the HoA president.’ Him - ‘Do you need discretion?’ Me (composing myself) - ‘Yeah. We still have two young children that probably wouldn’t understand, and my career is still in its infancy.’ Him - ‘Totally understand, one second.’

He went over to the bay of switches on the wall and pushed two into the ‘down’ position, and automated shades started to lower. 

Him - ‘That’s better. Everything alright?’ Me (realizing I had been staring at his wife) - ‘Yes, sorry. I just forgot how stunning she was and I’m not used to this kind of interaction.’ Her - ‘God (husband’s name) he’s making me blush.’ Him - ‘If you hang out with us, you’ll get used to it.’

The wife walked over and kissed me, then handed me my whiskey.

Her - ‘Have a seat, please.’ Me - ‘OK.’

We all took a seat in the living room. I undid two buttons on my shirt because I was a little warm.

The husband chuckled.

Him - ‘Yeah, I see it. He’s not dumb, just inexperienced.’ Me - ‘Pardon me?’ Him - ‘You’re good at sex. I watched the footage, you fucked my wife well, and your wife sings your praises. But I can also see how uncomfortable you are.’ Me - ‘Yeah, I’ve only just recently found stride in my sexuality, and my wife seems to have done some things in the past but is looking to expand.’ Him - ‘Oh yeah, she’s had fun with us before and gone out a time or two.’ Me - ‘So I’ve been told.’ Him - ‘Ahhhh, so she trusts you.’ Me - ‘Yes, we both want this and I’ve bought in, I’ve also allowed her to be open which I don’t think she was given in the past.’ Him - ‘Perfect. What do you know about me?’

There was a small moan from where his wife was sitting, and I looked over to see she was masturbating.

Him - ‘Don’t worry about her, she’s just getting ready for you. Now, again, what do you know about me?’ Me (trying to stay composed) - ‘Ahem, so I found out about your business interests and...’ Him - ‘Sexually.’ Me - ‘Oh, well, I... nothing, really. My wife, my girlfriend, and my wife’s friend says y’all are the couple to know if you want to fuck in this city. But after that, I don’t know much.’ Him - ‘Good, no pre-conceived notions. I like that.’ Him - ‘Ever fucked a man?’ Me - ‘No. But I’m interested, I know it would turn the women close to me on a lot, and I’ve watched some MMF bisexual stuff and it turns me on.’ Him - ‘So you’re willing to try?’ Me - ‘Yeah.’ Him - ‘Good. Go ahead (wife’s name).’ Me - ‘Wha...’

She almost jumped out of her seat, bounced across the room, and fell to her knees in front of me. As she was undoing my belt and taking off my shoes, I realized that this man had complete sexual control over a woman that had matched wits with me pretty easily.

I was going to have to up my game.

She pulled my briefs off and my cock stood at attention. She gave it a couple of slow strokes before taking it into her throat.

Him - ‘Ohhhh, she likes you.’

I couldn’t stop moaning, this was way more than she let on at the bar. She kept stroking and hitting her throat with my cock, it felt amazing. 

Her - ‘Mmmmm, this is such a beautiful cock. Why don’t you come suck it while I sit on his face?’ Him - ‘As you wish kitten.’ Me - ‘I mean...’

I didn’t finish my sentence, she covered my face in her dripping pussy and, well, I love to eat pussy so I dug in. I could hear him taking off his clothes and moving toward me, but I didn’t know what to expect. Then I felt two hands on my knees, and then it happened.

It felt... really good. I moaned.

Her - ‘Yeah, he sucks good cock.’

I lifted her up to look, there was his head bobbing up and down while he stroked the base of my shaft. It was an amazing feeling, and then she pulled my head back.

Her - ‘Ah ah ah, you aren’t done mister.’

I focused on her pussy, I swear if I thought too much about him I would have cum in his mouth. I started to lick long and hard strokes on her clit, then stuck my fingers in to search for her spot.

Her - ‘Oh (husband’s name) he’s so fucking good. He’s going to make me cum.’

Her husband took me out of his mouth and looked.

Him - ‘Yeah, that’s impressive. Keep doing it (my name), she’s close.’

I continued as I was told, and he returned to my cock. It wasn’t long before I felt her insides start to convulse, and I felt her juices rolling down my fingers and face.

Her - ‘Oh fuck stop, stop.’

I didn’t, I wouldn’t. I wanted control of this situation. I held on to her hips and kept going.

Her - ‘No, no I’m going to cum again no.’ Him - ‘Yeah, this guy will do.’

She came again, this time she lost herself to it. She went almost rigid in my arms as an orgasm ripped through her and she sprayed everywhere. I pushed her off onto her back on the couch, rolled over, and entered her.

Her - ‘Oh God it’s so fucking good. Fuck me.’

I started to pound her. I’m not really sure what came over me but I wanted this and I wanted her to want me, to need me. Her tits were bouncing everywhere as her husband came around, kneeled near her head, and stuck his cock out.

I was a little surprised. For a guy that had so much control over women, he wasn’t very big. But as she reached out to suck him I could see that he was fit and could move in ways I had never really tried - there was a fluidity to him.

Me - ‘Fuck I love the way you fuck her mouth.’ Him - ‘Oh yeah, her mouth is amazing. She knows just where to hold it so I can fuck it just right.’

Her pussy was soaked and she was loving every bit of it. He pulled out of her mouth and slapped her face a few times, and it just struck me.

Me - ‘I want to suck it.’

He looked at me with desire, but also pause.

Him - ‘You sure? There’s no turning around from this.’ Me - ‘Give it here.’

He moved closer to her midsection, and I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but feeling his hard cock slide into my mouth was amazing.

I moaned, hard, and kept pounding his wife.

Him (breathing hard) - ‘Damn, he’s pretty good for having never done it.’ Her - ‘Oh fuck I’m going to cum againnnnn.’

I couldn’t hold it, feeling her cum again and his hard cock in my mouth I let loose inside her.

Her - ‘Oh God (husband’s name) he’s cumming inside me.’ Him - ‘Oh yeah I can see his hips moving. Oh that’s so hot...’ Him - ‘I’m going to cum in his mouth.’ Her - ‘Yesssss, please! Please!’

He spilled in my mouth. A lot. I was totally shocked and, at the same time, turned on and I kept sucking. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, it was intoxicating.

And somehow I was still hard, and I kept fucking his wife.

Him - ‘Fuck, fuck he’s still sucking me.’ Her - ‘He’s still fucking me, too.’ Him - ‘Yeah, he’s a keeper.’

That went on for a minute or two, and I was hoping to rebuild for a round 2, but finally I couldn’t anymore. I pushed off of his wife and fell back into the other side of couch.

I took them in for a minute, her head was in his lap and he was relaxed against the back of the couch. My cum leaked out of her.

I started to laugh.

Her (somewhat uncomfortable) - ‘Are you OK?’ Me - ‘Yes, I’m sorry for being weird. It’s just, if you had told me walking out the door last Saturday that the events would lead to what just happened, I would have thought you were nuts.’

They both laughed.

Him - ‘We’ve heard that before. But you’re good.’ Me - ‘Thanks, I don’t like to halfass things and I love sex, so, I appreciate you both giving me a chance to try this.’ Her - ‘Oh just wait. His ass is a dream.’ Me - ‘Pardon?’ Him - ‘Oh, tonight was hot, but next time I want you in my ass.’ Me - ‘So I passed the test?’ Her - ‘You passed the test when you fucked me at the bar. You sealed the deal when he came in your mouth.’ Me - ‘Looking forward to it.’ Her - ‘But you probably need to go.’ Him - ‘Yes, it is late.’ Me (pulling out phone) - ‘Oh shit, it’s almost 10. Yes I need to go.’

I shot up and started to get dressed. They both stayed nude and watched. After I finished they walked me to the door.

Her (kissing me) - ‘We’ll see you soon.’ Him - ‘Very soon.’ Me - ‘Looking forward to it.’

I called my wife as soon as I was on the highway.

Her - ‘You’re late.’ Me - ‘I know, look, I’m sorry...’ Her (giggling) - ‘I’m kidding, it’s fine. The boys are asleep. How did it go?’ Me - ‘I fucked her and sucked his cock.’ Her - ‘Yes! Yes yes yes! How was it?’ Me - ‘Surprisingly? Really fucking awesome. He came in my mouth.’ Her - ‘Oh fuckkkkk. And then what?’ Me - ‘It was while I was cumming in her.’ Her - ‘I can’t wait to taste you when you get home. But be quiet, everyone’s asleep.’ Her (coyly) - ‘You should probably call your girlfriend.’ Me - ‘That didn’t sound real positive.’ Her - ‘Still so gullible. I’m just giving you a hard time, you should call her.’ Her - ‘The fact of the matter is she’ll want to know, and I get you when you get home anyway.’ Me - ‘OK, I love you, be home soon.’ Her - ‘Drive safe, I love you too. Remember - be quiet.’ Me - ‘I will.’

I hung up and dialed Sam.

Her - ‘How. Fucking. Was it.’ Me - ‘Pretty amazing. I didn’t expect it go as far is it did.’ Her - ‘And how far is that?’ Me - ‘He came in my mouth.’ Her (cooing) - ‘I am so glad you jumped in with both feet. You made him cum?’ Me - ‘I did OK, but I think it was just me being pretty decent at it and cumming in his wife at the same time.’ Her - ‘Oh fuck I bet that was so hot. What happened next?’ Me - ‘I stayed a little hard and kept fucking her and sucking him, but I quit when I realized round 2 wasn’t going to happen.’ Her - ‘Well, I have some good mental footage for later.’ Her - ‘So, you’re in. You told them you need discretion.’ Me - ‘Yes, they obliged. What do you mean ‘in’ ?’ Her - ‘There’s no way to understand it, maybe your wife can explain it better, but a lot of doors just opened after that audition.’ Me - ‘I guess we’ll find out. I’m home, still on for Saturday?’ Her - ‘You bet your ass, no getting out of it. Did they set another date?’ Me - ‘No, not yet, but it’s OK because I need to get my wife’s friend back in bed and I need some time with you.’ Her - ‘Jesus. You’re still eating right and hitting the gym? You don’t need to have a heart attack.’ Me (laughing) - ‘Yes, Sam, I’m doing what I can to keep up.’ Her - ‘Good. I’d hate for us to meet, have a connection, and I’m part of the reason you die.’ Me - ‘So dramatic.’ Her - ‘Well I am concerned! Be happy!’ Me (laughing again) - ‘Yes ma’am, I am and I appreciate it.’ Her - ‘You better. Alright, go in and fuck your wife. I know you will.’ Me - ‘I will. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.’ Her - ‘You better, good night.’

I snuck in and into the bedroom. My wife was naked, and ready. She ran over and took my pants off and held my cock up to her nose.

Her - ‘It smells so perfect, tell me everything.’

She took me in her mouth.

Me - ‘Oh fuck. I don’t know if I can focus.’ Her (pulling out and stroking) - ‘Figure it out.’ Me - ‘Yes ma’am.’

Branching out - Finale!

Writer’s note - Hello all! Thanks for joining me through my first few stories about my wife and I’s early adventures in the lifestyle. I’ll be taking a break after this one so my wife can tell a few of her own. She’ll be posting her intro here either tonight or tomorrow! Enjoy!

The early-morning sun poured into the windows, waking me up. I was exhausted, but satisfied, but also alone in the bed. After stretching and shaking off the morning mental cobwebs, I heard giggling from outside - most likely the kitchen - so I grabbed my phone, pulled on some shorts, hit the restroom, and walked out.

My wife was in one of her favorite nighties - black, sheer, see-through. Her friend was in a pair of shorts and nothing else.

Me (somewhat groggy but also turned on) - ‘Good morning, ladies.’ Them (almost in unison) - ‘Good morning!’ Me - ‘No coffee?’ My wife (playfully, walking over and grabbing my cock) - ‘Who’s job is that?’ Me (smirking) - ‘Yes ma’am.’

I grabbed the coffee pot to rinse it out and fill up with water.

Me (filling up pot) - ‘And what would you ladies like for breakfast?’ My wife - ‘Ohhh it’s Saturday, let’s be naughty. How about some pancakes?’ My wife’s friend - ‘Yeah! Can you do them with blueberries?’ Me - ‘Yes ma’am. I’d also like to hear more about naughty.’ My wife’s friend - ‘Oh no, not this morning cowboy. I think we’ve both had enough for awhile.’

My wife and I shared a smirk and a look, then I went back to finishing the coffee brew and making pancakes.

My wife and her friend’s conversation was mostly white noise at first, but as my head started to clear from the smell of pancakes and coffee I started to pick up a few choice statements like ‘Oh yeah, it’s exclusive’ and ‘they accept single women all the time, plus we know how to get in’ and ‘all the cock you could want.’

The last one dragged me into the conversation.

Me - ‘Are y’all talking about (name of swinger club nearby)?’ My wife - ‘Yes! (Wife’s friend’s name) has never been!’ My wife’s friend - ‘I know, shocker.’ Me (laughing) - ‘Actually, that is shocking.’ My wife’s friend - ‘I just didn’t know any such place existed, and it’s invite-only so I’m also a little pressed I’ve never been invited.’ My wife - ‘Well, now you know how to get in so when we go you have to come!’ My wife’s friend - ‘Well fuck yeah I have to come, if y’all didn’t invite me I’d be really mad!’ My wife - ‘Awesome, now I might finally be able to convince Mr. Stubborn over here to go.’ Me - ‘Who’s Mr. Stubborn?’ My wife - ‘Well, Mr. Nervous anyway.’ My wife’s friend - ‘Nervous?! You?! Why?!’ My wife - ‘Well, he’s always focused on his partner or partners and pleasing. He’s worried he might get overwhelmed at a swinger club where, a lot of times, you’re putting on a show.’ Me - ‘Yeah, that.’ My wife’s friend - ‘I guess I get that? I dunno. And besides, if we all go, you can focus on one of us.’ Me - ‘I suppose that’s true.’

I had finished making the batter and the coffee was done, so I started to pour the cream and brew, and I turned around to serve them up before I made the pancakes. My wife had pulled her nighty around her tits so they were exposed, and I stopped in my tracks to look at both of them.

My wife (snarky) - ‘You’re a lucky man, you know that?’ Me - ‘Yeah... yeah I definitely know that.’

I took a second to look at both of them, and was reminded of what Sam had said awhile back - ‘two lusty, busty sluts.’

My wife made eye contact with me and then moved her head toward her friend.

My wife’s friend - ‘Wait, no no no. I was being serious, there’s no way. I’m so sore!’ My wife - ‘Sure, sure you can’t.’

I walked around the counter and pulled my cock out.

My wife’s friend - ‘How?! How are you hard?’ Me - ‘This is hot, y’all are hot. It’s a little sore but I’m OK.’ My wife’s friend (now stroking me) - ‘I mean I’m not OK, I’m really fucking sore and you filled me up last night.’ My wife - ‘And yet here you are, stroking him.’ My wife’s friend - ‘I... I uh... I guess you’re right.’ My wife - ‘Don’t you want more cum?’ My wife’s friend - ‘I do. Why do I want more cum? What the fuck is this?’ My wife - ‘It already happened to me. I forget what they call it, bimbofication or something, but it’s when you have a very high libido but are repressed for most of your life.’ My wife (continuing) - ‘When you finally get the sex you need, you crave, you start to have trouble saying ‘no.’ You start to realize you want sex all the time.’ My wife - ‘I mean, think about (friend’s name). We both will do WHATEVER he wants. I told you he’d want you to have no shirt on when he came in, and what did you do?’ My wife’s friend (now visibly turned on, face red) - ‘Holy shit.’ My wife - ‘Think about it - you’ll stop at his office after work to blow him. You let him RUIN your ass. He’s fucking some other woman and a couple and you don’t even care, you just want cock when you need it.’ My wife’s friend - ‘Am I a bad person?’ My wife (laughing) - ‘NO! It’s not like you’re cheating on someone, or doing something illegal, or anything crazy like that. You like sex, so do I, and clearly so does he.’ My wife (continuing) - ‘It’s why you and I get along so well and have been friends for so long - we have a base that we both share.’ My wife’s friend (biting her lip and looking at my cock) - ‘I do love sex, especially with him. I guess I’ve just never thought about HOW much I like it.’ My wife - ‘Well, sure, the game changes when you really stop and work through your feelings.’ My wife - ‘Trust me, I didn’t have anyone to talk me through this. I didn’t have a friend who could explain this to me and help me navigate my feelings.’ My wife - ‘I stayed up all night after he and I had mind-blowing sex one time. I had let myself go to it, I loved it, too much. After he fell asleep I couldn’t stop thinking about it.’ My wife - ‘That’s when I really started to let go and embrace that I loved sex - not just good dick from time-to-time with someone I loved, but all varieties of sex. Up until then it was a small side hobby, nothing I’d embrace fully, just dip into when I had time. Now I wanted sex daily, preferably with a kink added in.’ My wife’s friend (still stroking me) - ‘I... I don’t know what to say.’ My wife - ‘Don’t say anything. Do what you want to do.’

My wife’s friend bit her lip again, and then started to suck me. It was a pretty impressive display from my wife, I have to say, walking her through her experiences to land there. I know, for my wife, it took months for her to truly work through her feelings about being a sexual person, but all-in-all this made sense.

All-told, the only person I had sex with more than my wife’s friend was my wife, and it was damn close. 

My wife came around the island and pulled herself into my back. She was warm, and her tits felt good pressed against me.

Her (whispering in my ear) - ‘How did I do?’ Me - ‘Perfect, as always.’

She kissed me on the cheek and then knelt down behind her friend, pulling her shorts down to reveal her ass and pussy.

My wife (playfully) - ‘Mmmm, here’s my breakfast.’

Her face disappeared and I could hear and feel her friend moan. I put my hand on her head and increased the speed of her sucking.

Me - ‘Oh fuck that’s so good.’ My wife - ‘Oh yeah, she’s sucking now because it’s what she really wants, not just because it’s fun.’

I saw my wife massage her friend’s pussy area a little bit, then lick two of her fingers. I heard the familiar sound of a wet pussy opening and taking them in, followed by a moan and a whimper.

My wife - ‘She so swollen, she’s going to need to cum a few times before you fuck her.’ Me - ‘Well you better hurry, if she keeps sucking me like this I’m going to cum.’ My wife - ‘Yes sir.’

My wife kept her fingers in, but repositioned her face so she could lick her clit. The moans and whimpers became louder, but I held her head on my cock. It didn’t take long before she came.

My wife - ‘Perfect.’ Me - ‘I want to cum in her.’ My wife - ‘So do I.’

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and switched positions with my wife. My wife pulled a stool around and sat there, placing one of her nipples in her friend’s mouth.

My wife - ‘Oh that’s good, fuck. Suck on it, this is going to hurt at first, but this should help you focus.’

My wife wasn’t joking, her friend’s pussy was so swollen. But I needed it, and she positioned her hips so that I could tell she wanted it. As I entered her she tightened and let loose a cry.

My wife’s friend - ‘I don’t know... I can’t. I don’t know.’ My wife - ‘Breathe. Breathe. Look at me, breathe.’ Me - ‘She’s so fucking tight. Don’t worry, this won’t take long.’ My wife’s friend - ‘Please, please I need it. Fuck me fuck me.’ My wife - ‘You’re doing so good. Reward her baby.’

I grabbed her hips and started fucking her. I wanted to cum so bad and her pussy felt so good, I didn’t hold back. She was crying out, her neck tight, but she never asked for me to stop. After a few minutes my wife started rubbing her clit, and she screamed as she came again.

I spilled inside her, so much that it started running out.

My wife - ‘What an amazing way to start the day.’ Me - ‘I’m not done yet.’ My wife - ‘What do you...’

I moved so quickly she couldn’t stop me. I knelt between her legs, forced them open, and started to eat. She didn’t stop me like I thought she would, instead she eased into me and let me eat.

My wife - ‘Yes, yes make me cum.’

I grunted on her clit while I put two fingers inside her. She was already soaked, completely giving over to it, and it didn’t take long to finish her off.

I collapsed onto the floor and put my head against her leg on the stool.

Me - ‘Who’s ready for pancakes?’

We all laughed.

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My wife and I decided for me to stop here. These stories have introduced you to our main players for the foreseeable future as well our initial stories. The stories that come after this are the individual instances with them (or a group of them) we deem special enough to tell.

My wife’s friend - now embracing being a slut/bimbo all the time, whom we are also trying to get pregnant Sam - My girlfriend The couple - Experienced, guiding light into the wide world of kink

After my wife tells her stories, my first one back will be about my first, real bisexual experience with the couple. See you then, and enjoy my wife’s stories!

Our first foray - Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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