WHY, WHY IS THIS ALWAYS ME?!

Our first foray - Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank God I did not say that.

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

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

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

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

But, I had one question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She cried out, but I eased her.

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

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

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

She took my cock and slid it back in.

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

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

Part 3 tomorrow!

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!

∞

Anyone had any success posting or even just REBLOGGING porn on here lately?

To define success I mean - avoiding the ban hammer.

We only have two followers so I know not a lot of people will see this or respond to it, but I’ve noticed is almost impossible to pick up followers now without reblogging or posting some sort of fun pictures.

But we also lost our 7 year blog to a ban about 4 months ago after having a reblogging session late in the evening, and I lost a burner account I started Saturday just to see if they’re cracking down as quickly as I had suspected (they are).

I know of two other blogs that have recently been on the wrong end of the hammer, as well.

I still see fun, adult pictures on my feed so surely someone has figured this out?

We absolutely LOVE interracial sex!!!

🤣🤣🤣