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Anne Bishop

College grad (Business, 2023). Worked in marketing for the United Way since 2024. Ambitious, independent, and still figuring out how hard I want to chase the next thing. Raised by my mom Clara—strong work ethic, no dad in the picture, and the usual leftover attachment issues that come with that.

Friendly and outgoing when I feel like it, but I value my own space and don’t need constant company. Music leans jazz, blues, alternative, and classic rock.

5'6", 125 lbs, blonde, blue eyes. Pansexual, high drive, and experimental. Drawn to married men and the complications that come with them. Currently in an intense physical thing with Jesse Davis (open arrangement with his wife Jennifer) since late 2023; occasional hookups with James Harding (married to Brenda) that I usually come clean about afterward. Kinks and boundaries get explored carefully—respect is non-negotiable even when lines get pushed. Seasonal preference for going unshaven (fall/winter, with regular grooming).

Still close to the people who matter, still learning where the edges are, and still very much myself.

It always started the same way.

Jennifer would send the text first. Just a simple “Tonight?” to both of them. Mark would reply within minutes. Jesse already knew what was coming.

By the time Mark arrived, the lights were low. Jennifer met him near the couch in nothing but one of Jesse’s old shirts, unbuttoned and hanging open. She never wore anything underneath on ritual nights.

Mark didn’t waste time. He turned her around, pulled the shirt off, and bent her forward so she was braced against the dresser. Standing doggy. He entered her in one smooth thrust and started fucking her deep and steady, the way she liked it on these nights—claiming, thorough. Jennifer moaned and pushed back against him while Jesse sat in the chair across the room, watching every stroke.

When Mark got close he gripped her hips tighter, drove in to the hilt, and came hard inside her with a low groan. He stayed buried for a long moment, pulsing, filling her, before finally pulling out. Thick cum immediately began to leak down her thighs.

That was when Jennifer moved.

She climbed onto the couch and lay back, spreading her legs wide for them both. She didn’t wipe anything away. She just propped herself up on her elbows, looking at her husband with that familiar soft, expectant expression.

Jesse rose from the chair and went to her. He knelt between her open legs, leaned in, and began to eat. Slow at first, then deeper, tongue pushing into her, gathering every drop Mark had left. Jennifer sighed and rested one hand in his hair while he worked, thighs trembling around his head. Mark stood nearby, still catching his breath, watching the two of them.

Jesse stayed there until she was clean. Until the only thing left was the taste of the two of them mixed together. Only then would Jennifer pull him up and kiss him—slow and deep—sharing what was left on his tongue.

That was the ritual.

Mark fucked her standing.

Jennifer lay back on the couch, legs spread.

Jesse cleaned every drop.

And every time, they all three ended the night a little more bound to it than before

Jesse's Dilemma?

Her own sweet way ❤️

Mark is Jennifer's preferred bull.♉

Jennifer and Mark again. I'm captivated and emotional in the chair.

Jennifer and Buck... She comes home smiling and walking funny.

Anne at the park.