Branching Out - Penultimate!

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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Just wanted to share the text I just got from my husband! 🤤🥰

Branching out

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

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

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

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

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

She paused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Later, as we were laying down.

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

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

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

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

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

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