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Month: March 2018

Sexuality Surprise (Part One)

31 March 2018 /

I honestly didn’t expect to go to an LGBTQ+ awareness session and come out having discovered stuff about my own sexuality and that of my husband. I mean I always considered myself to be a pretty much standard heterosexual, albeit one who has been a bit bi-playful in the past, and I thought of my husband as the same (although perhaps bi-experimental would be a more appropriate description for him given the circumstances).

But at the start of the session, the tutor ran through some of the many and varied types of sexuality, and one that I had not heard of before in particular really rang true with me. Indeed, my face must have been a picture, as the tutor just came to me and whispered that we’d talk about this one after the main session.

The description that rang so true with me was that of being “demisexual”. The major trait of being demisexual is that you only want to have sex with people you have a strong emotional connection with. It isn’t that you are denying your urges or restraining yourself, you just don’t get the urges at all without that strong emotional connection. It is not a preference, it is not a choice, it is not a personality trait, it is not a behaviour. It is a psychological thing. That one night stand with a stranger just isn’t going to happen. Demisexuality doesn’t mean you have to be in love with them to want to fuck them, just that you have a decent emotional attachment of some sort (a good friendship is enough). That does lead to confusing relationships, and indeed, I was wrought with feelings over my now husband because we had been friends for ages, and I didn’t think he saw me as a potential partner.

I have known and been attracted to other people before, but not been able to pursue them, including the tantalising prospect of fucking someone with a cock and tits, all totally natural. He has Klinefelter syndrome, so he has two X chromosomes as well as a Y chromosome, and whilst he presents as a male, he is intersex, and I was desperately attracted to him. However, he was (and still is) happily married, so that liaison hasn’t been able to progress.

Demisexuality has been described as the antithesis of the fuck without feelings model. It is not an admirable choice but is an innate orientation. Demisexuals are not choosing to abstain; they simply lack sexual attraction until a close relationship is formed.

Two thirds of demisexuals aren’t much interested in sex at all. As you may have gathered from this blog, I’m not in that group! The other third are interested in sex, but only on the basis of an emotional attachment, and that’s where I sit. This doesn’t of course imply monogamy; a demisexual could easily have an affair or fuck multiple people inside or outside a relationship, but only with an emotional attachment to the other parties.

There are a further number of ways I fit the demisexual profile.

  • I knew every one of the eleven people I have fucked to various degrees before I opened my legs for them. The one I knew the least was still someone I’d met half a dozen times and someone I had struck up a really good rapport with.
  • I have never wanted to fuck random strangers I’ve seen in a bar. People seem to want to do that a lot. I can look across and think “nice ass”, but that doesn’t bring with it a desire to fuck them. I’ve never understood it when one of my female friends sees a man walk into a bar and she instantly decides she’s going to fuck him before the night is out. I didn’t get it. I thought I was weird. Turns out I’m demisexual. Of course, in this age of swipe left and swipe right, superficial choices are all the rage, and demisexuals really struggle with these ideas.
  • Further to that, I never quite understood that concept of “fancying” someone. I always took it to mean rather liked the body and would want to fuck them for that reason. More meat market than emotional attachment. Once I started fucking, I realised that sex for me was about emotional attachment as well as physical attraction, and thus “fancying” made even less sense.
  • I’ve struggled on dates, to the point that I didn’t even bother trying to go on a date in the last decade. For my last four relationships, I started out as good friends and a sexual relationship grew out of that. Dates confused me. How was I meant to make a judgement on someone in one evening, especially when there is all this social etiquette about dating, and often people try to hide the real them to get their date to say yes? Furthermore, people seem to put a lot of faith in looks and a superficial “personality”, as often seen on dates. I’ve never understood this, and I’ve always put a lot more on their proper personality, as revealed in the comfort of friendship over a longer timescale.

Being demisexual fitted me well, and even before I discussed it with the tutor, I felt a sense of relief that I had found the reason for all those weird issues that I’ve had all throughout my life. I went for a coffee with the tutor afterwards, and ran through all this, and she agreed I was likely a demisexual.

Demisexual Flag
The Demisexual Flag

We then went on to discuss my husband. He has only fucked sixteen women, and he too has known all of them (in fact, the shortest he knew any of them was three months and he had a number of social events with them beforehand, so he really got to know them). He actually went over three years not fucking anyone because he didn’t feel a suitable attraction. I even wondered if he was asexual before we got together, because I saw little evidence of any sexuality (not even male-typical leering or comments). The only evidence I had was his eyes popping out of his head when he saw my tits in a corset, but I thought that was likely shock rather than attraction. So, he’s even more stereotypical demisexual than I am. I’ve never had a long period without fucking, he has. Demisexuality has been described as “Love before lust” and this is certainly true for him. When he came to visit me and he decided to kiss me, sex didn’t even cross his mind, not until I mentioned it some days later.

It isn’t unusual for two demisexuals to form a long-term relationship, particularly as their viewpoint and experiences of trying to form relationships are similar. Like some demisexuals, we both have very high sex drives, and indeed those sex drives increase as the closeness of the relationship improves. We both have a much higher sex drive now than with previous partners, and both our frequency and range of activities continue to grow. That puts us in the top 5% of demisexuals for amount and intensity of sexual activity; there are far fewer of those than those demisexuals that are nearer asexual. We fuck like rabbits, but rabbits that have a strong emotional bond.

In my tutor’s opinion, we were both demisexuals, and I was starting to feel quite good about our sexuality and was keen to discuss things with my husband, but then the tutor threw in a curve ball……

Four Become Six (Part Three)

18 March 2018 /

We might have misjudged this. Our clit stimulating activities had drained us ladies both physically and mentally. We were collapsed in our husbands’ arms being cuddled whilst we talked, firstly the second half of “Have You Ever?” and after just general sex and filthy talking. The talk was getting us excited, but our clits were still complaining from the stimulation.

But eventually, after a couple of hours, we ladies decided we were ready for one last fuck, and Laura, as the first to complete the clit test, said she was ready to be fucked. Her husband had other ideas though – with the hand that wasn’t cuddling her, he began pressing on her bladder. She complained that he would likely make her need to piss, but for her husband, that was exactly the point – the other women had pissed in front of everyone and she hadn’t. Her bladder was apparently rock hard, to such a degree that she winced as it was pressed. It didn’t take much pressing before she admitted she had to piss, and that she wouldn’t have been able to enjoy the fuck because of it. Her husband moved quickly and got her into position, with her cunt flaps held open and the collection tray in place. Nikki and I were offering encouraging words, and as Laura was having trouble starting to piss, so I gently applied a little pressure to her bladder, and soon enough, her stream started, from a weak stream into a flood. I was actually concerned she was about to overflow the tray, but her husband got her to stop her stream whilst the tray was emptied. When the tray was returned, she easily released the last part of the flood until it naturally died away. I pressed her bladder again and could confirm I didn’t feel the hardness that would mean there was a significant amount of piss left in her bladder. She was empty and somewhat relieved.

As her husband lay down and she knelt over him for him to lick her dry, she admitted that she actually felt that pissing in this way was degrading and demeaning, but she had to concede that it was really enjoyable too, and that she would definitely be doing it again with us in the future.

Nikki then suggested that Laura should wait for her fuck to give the rest of us a spot of action. Laura agreed and went back to her husband and cuddled up to him with his arm round her. I was ready for a fuck, as feeling Laura’s bladder had made me really hot. Nikki went and got the spreader bar as we explained the final fuck. Basically, we were going to bend over some furniture of the men’s choice, ass up and legs held apart with the spreader bar, our asshole and cunt would be totally on display. We decided that, for each woman, there would be five minutes to enjoy looking at the displayed cunt and ass, followed by a couple of minutes of cunt licking, a couple of minutes of rimming and finally a hard fuck.

My husband selected one of his favourite positions, me bent over the arm of the sofa. My belly was supported by the arm, so my tits hung free and would swing back and forwards as I was fucked. It would make a great view. So, I was put on display first and all five talked about how wonderful and exposed it looked. It seemed like an eternity, but eventually, I felt my husband’s tongue start working over my cunt, working its full length and flicking his tongue round my clit. Apparently, they stopped talking so they could listen to my moans. They said it was almost like human purring, and they said how magical it was to hear someone in such joy. My cunt was somewhat disappointed when his tongue left it, but it felt good to have his tongue flicking round my ass pucker and pushing at my pucker. My asshole really wanted his cock, but I knew he would soon be nailing my cunt.

His tongue left my asshole, and I briefly felt damp and unsatisfied, but then I felt his cockhead pushing against my cunt. Oh my god, he was huge, and I was already ridiculously wet, so he could just plough in. There was nothing gentle about the force with which he impaled me. In one stroke, he drove his massive rock hard cock all the way into my cunt, before immediately almost completely withdrawing it and re-impaling it with all the drive he could get. The switching between incredibly full and almost empty was almost overwhelming. At this point, I had totally forgotten the audience and was craving each drive of his cock. I was lost in an almost total daze, as the massive drive and full/empty dynamic continued, until I tensed up and started to cum. He drove in and his cock started that tell-tale throb that meant he was about to unload a nice load of cum in my cunt. He’d been desperately holding on in the hope I would cum, and thankfully I did. He withdrew his cock, and only then did I become aware of the audience again, as they discussed the cummy mess inside my cunt. They only unlocked the spreader bar after a few minutes of the discussion. I didn’t realise I was straining against the spreader bar quite a bit during the fuck, so it was important for the resulting fuck, and they said my tits were snapping backwards and forwards in a very erotic way. As an audience, they didn’t know where they needed to be looking. For some reason, I found a bizarre pride in this.

Nikki’s husband chose to bend her over the dining room table, so her tits would be squashed against the table, rather than swinging freely. After we loaded her legs into the spreader bar, I settled down in the arms of my husband to take it the view. I had no idea what a wonderful view it would be; the way her ass cheeks were gently parted tantalisingly revealing her ass pucker and the way her cunt was just opened up a little as everything was stretched out. It was mesmerising, and I felt especially naughty as I knew that was me a few minutes ago. I realised how exposed that makes you, especially with the spreader bar stopping you from closing up your legs. It is incredibly erotic. I began wondering what my husband would look like with his cock visible but slightly erect, perhaps as a prelude to pegging.

My daydream was interrupted though by her husband starting to lick her cunt. As she got more excited, her body pulled against the bindings of the spreader bar, and as she was moving her hips backwards and forwards, her ass pucker and cunt were briefly becoming more exposed before retreating a little. As he stopped licking and brought his erect cock towards her cunt lips, it was obvious he was going to block my view, so I decided to move round to focus on her face and the odd flash of tit as she writhed around. As he increased the pace, she licked her lips and smiled at me, before closing her eyes to focus on the fuck. It was a nice view – along the length of her body, her ass and nipples occasionally coming into view and a good view of the muscles tensing in his body as he thrust. The moans coming from between her lips signified she was close, and I saw the tensing of her body as she came. He came a few seconds later, and I went round to see his cock slip out of her cunt, depositing a small trail of cum round her cunt lips. Like with me, we left her exposed for a couple of minutes whilst we stared at her cummy cunt and talked about the fuck. Theirs was a much more sedate fuck but was easily as effective.

Laura was last to go, and as before, she’d been playing with her husband’s cock whilst Nikki was fucking. Laura’s husband indicated to Nikki to put her in the spreader bar over the table as Nikki had been, and while she did this, he whispered to me that he wouldn’t have long before he came, so would I use the wand on her clit again? Of course, I agreed. We eagerly looked at her exposed cunt and asshole, and then looked on while he licked at her cunt and then asshole. Whilst her attention was elsewhere, I clambered under the table and lay on my back, my head not far from the spreader bar, and wand in my hand ready to go. I had the most amazing view of her exposed cunt, and of his cock nearing her opening, then pushing in. I heard her gasp as he impaled himself, and I then turned on the wand and applied it to her clit from her belly side so as to not obscure my view, which made her cry out. He wasn’t wrong, he barely lasted a minute, but thanks to my working on her clit, she came shortly after he did. As he withdrew, I stayed lying on the floor to watch her freshly-fucked cunt until they began releasing her legs from the spreader bar.

And sadly, our time was up. We all hugged and said how much we’d enjoyed the evening. So much sex, so many orgasms (mostly because of Laura’s panties) and so many wonderful memories. How could we top this?

Four Become Six (Part Two)

11 March 2018 /

It was quite a scene. Three men coming to the dinner table fully clothed but with their cocks hanging out, three naked women with cummy cunts, and one of those women with cum covered tits. Hardly the stereotypical dinner party, and it was somewhat surreal that we all sat down for our meal like that. This was very special.

Once we were all settled with a glass of fruit punch in hand, Laura asked for everyone’s dessert spoons. She scraped the cum from her tits into the six spoons and returned a spoon to each of us as a starter! I was pleased to see there were no issues with swallowing the cum (even the men).

The main course of the meal was a nice bowl of chilli topped with grated cheese and served with some home-made bread. I have to admit we ladies were a little giggly whilst we all ate, but everyone cleared their bowl, and it was declared as very tasty. Only then did we reveal the secret ingredient in the recipe – instead of 1½ pints of water, we used 1½ pints of our piss (½ a pint for each female), and as we were working to a plan, we took care to not overdrink the evening before, so our piss was a strong yellow colour too. It wasn’t noticeable in the flavour, and the men decided they’d be happy to eat that recipe again, and in fact, Nikki’s husband suggested that we had raised the bar with recipes with kinky ingredients, so we would have to find another recipe next time. Little did he know we already had three possibilities, so he won’t be disappointed.

From “Piss Chilli”, we moved on to dessert, and following on from the success of “Honey Cunt”, we went for “Reverse Maple Cunt”. As you may guess, both the position and syrup were changed. Last time, “Honey Cunt” was served with the lady in a seated position on the table with her legs spread and the honey being poured directly onto her clit and running down her cunt. This time, the lady was on her knees on the table, bent over with her ass cheeks being held open by one of the other women. The maple syrup was poured directly onto her clenched asshole by the third woman and ran down to her cunt. The job of the licker was to lick clean only her cunt, until right at the end, when the asshole was cleaned. We had two rounds of dessert – the men ate from their partners first, then the women from one of the other women, then the men had seconds and then the women ate from the other woman. I have to admit that I felt enormously exposed being in this position, but I loved every second of it.

Next, whilst we gave our tongues a rest, we all sat round, the gentlemen finally stripped and cuddling their respective ladies, and we played “Have You Ever?” It’s somewhat like “Truth or Dare” but without the dares bit. All the questions were of a sexual nature, and the other two ladies had both individually decided on questions about outdoor sex, whilst I focussed on spanking and cropping. Seems like we’d all had quite a bit of outdoor sex in our time, although Nikki and her husband have a particular penchant for it, and it seems all the ladies liked to be on the receiving end of a bit of light spanking. Only my man had ever received a spanking though, and that was from me. I think we all realised some of the ideas from “Have You Ever?” would be part of a future evening.

We also had a pre-planned mid-way interval in “Have You Ever?”, because of Laura’s panties. We decided that someone who arrived wearing “Watch meeeeee cum” panties needed to cum quite a bit, and if she did, we both needed to as well. We decided to deploy my wand with clitoral attachment, a rumbly tool which makes me cum like a train. We decided on 30 seconds on low speed, 30 seconds on medium speed and then a minimum of 10 minutes on high speed, the direct clitoral stimulation stopping the first time she came after the 10 minutes was up. We also decided to use a spreader bar to make sure her legs were kept well apart, primarily to maintain the view, and we decided on a safe word rather than responding to words like stop (and we explained this to the men, although we didn’t say what the safe word was).

Laura went first, with us attaching the spreader bar to her legs and extending it so her legs were wide apart, before Nikki held her shoulders and I applied the wand to her clit (from above so as to not obstruct the view). Laura started trying to move her body as the vibrations gained strength, her first orgasm hitting whilst she was still on medium vibrations. She kept trying to wriggle free of the wand, and I had to concentrate on following her movements. I lost count but was told she came three times before she started complaining about her poor clit and how it was suffering. She began begging for us to stop with around 4 minutes to go, but she didn’t use the safe word, so we carried on. Unfortunately for her, she came with ten seconds to go, so by rule, we carried on until she came again, a further 90 seconds later. When I removed the wand, her clit was enormous and vibrant red, a result of the 12½ minutes of direct stimulation and 8 orgasms.

As she cuddled with her husband shortly after, Laura admitted that was the most she had ever cum in one go. Her husband had managed to get five in a row out of her, but she suspects he’d have stopped when she was begging.

So, next up was Nikki, but she decided she needed to piss before her turn. I was looking forward to this, to finding out why my husband loves to watch it so much. She got into the agreed kneeling position with her husband holding both the bowl and her lips apart. But despite contortions on her face, she didn’t start pissing. She had stage fright. I knelt down behind her and whispered encouragement in her ear and helped her to relax, and soon, after a minute or two, a single drop of piss emerged from her pisshole, before being joined by another and then a short stream. As she relaxed, her stream got stronger her facial expression changed to relief. But all too soon, the fantastic view was over as her strong stream turned into a dribble, then dried up. Her husband hurriedly lay down and she knelt over him and brought her cunt to meet his eager tongue.

After a good amount of licking, she got up and assumed the seated position Laura had just vacated. As her husband retook his seat, we attached the spreader bar to her legs, and I showed Laura how to use the wand. This time, I was to hold Nikki’s shoulders whilst Laura wielded the wand. Nikki didn’t wriggle like Laura did – in fact she was almost grinding her clit into the end of the wand. She got to six orgasms, the sixth a mere ten seconds after her time slot has elapsed. I looked down at her clit and saw that it too was enormous and vibrant red. I knew my clit was next and I couldn’t wait.

I took up the position and Nikki applied the spreader bar. I did wriggle as she applied the wand to my clit, but I didn’t even get a noticeable break in contact. Nikki was relentless in pursuit of my clit. I tried to delay cumming for as long as I could, but Nikki started talking about how I had to “cum like the orgasm loving slut she knows I am”. That did it. I erupted into a wave of orgasm, that went on and on for a couple of minutes (apparently – seemed a lot longer to me). When the orgasm died down, I still had a minute to go, and I knew my poor clit and cunt had to have another orgasm in them. Ideally, I would have stopped, but I wasn’t going to be the only one to use the safe word. I think Laura realised my predicament, so she started talking about how the biggest sluts always have another orgasm in them, and about how my cunt wouldn’t let me down. Just hearing her say those words and Nikki joining in meant that I was soon back in the right frame of mind. It took about 5 minutes of slut talk and direct wand-to-clit contact before I came, in a thirty second wave. Only then was my poor clit freed from the torment of the wand.

Laura’s husband loved the dirty talk coming from his wife, and she looked pleased with herself. Nikki also looked pleased with how large and red my clit was. I however was completely drained and didn’t move from Laura’s arms when Nikki released me from the spreader bar. I wasn’t sure how the hell I was going to complete the final fuck that was still to come.

Four Become Six (Part One)

6 March 2018 /

Today was the day that our throng of sex watchers increased from four to six. It was Laura and her husband’s first watchers party, and in their eagerness, they were first to arrive at our house, with Nikki and her husband shortly after. The men were already getting very excited, as it was obvious all three women weren’t wearing bras. My tits were the largest (at 34H), but Nikki’s weren’t much smaller (at 34GG) and Laura was the smallest (although hardly small at 32G). However, we were all large enough that our tits were swinging wildly and making their unleashed presence felt, and all three of us were excited too, as our nipples were standing proudly to attention.

So, as a first activity, I climbed on board my exercise bike, being sure that I wasn’t sitting on the fabric of my dress. As I began peddling against a large gear, my tits started exaggerated and rhythmic swinging, pushing against the fabric of my dress. The men were captivated. After a couple of minutes, I stopped peddling, lifted up my arms and Nikki and Laura lifted off my dress, leaving me totally naked on the bike. I peddled again for a couple of minutes, with all present being mesmerised at the rhythmic but uncontained swinging of my tits.

When I’d had enough (i.e., before my tits started hurting from the motion), I climbed off the bike and waved Nikki onto it. She did the same, although with slightly more vigorous peddling than I did, so her tits were swinging somewhat more violently than mine were, and again, we lifted off her dress leaving her naked on the bike for her second batch of peddling. Nikki got off and waved Laura onto the bike, and Laura clambered on eagerly. Laura had a somewhat exaggerated sway to her body, which enhanced the swing of her tits. She stopped peddling and Nikki and I lifted off her dress, to reveal her body naked apart from her trademark white cotton thong, which was adorned with the message “Watch meeeeee cum”. She restarted her exaggerated sway whilst peddling until her couple of minutes were up, then we helped her off the bike, she moved to centre stage, turned round so that her ass faced the men, then slowly slipped the thong over her ass cheeks, and dropped it to the floor. The men all cheered as she did so. She then turned round, and her husband gasped at the sight of her totally bald cunt. He has wanted her to wax everything off for ages, but this was the first time she had ever done so.

She knelt in front of him and freed his cock from his trousers. It was pretty hard already. She slowly put his cock to her lips and started working it with her tongue, and it grew harder and longer quite quickly, and she removed it from her mouth and aimed it at the top of her tits. It wasn’t long before he spewed cum all over her tits, and then he went limp in her hand quite quickly. She leant back on her heels, then got up, curtsied, and asked everyone how that was. “Pure porn” Nikki replied. “Fucking amazing” I replied. My husband said he thought she ought to leave the cum there, as a sign of what a slut she was. “I had every intention of doing so” was her reply.

Wow. Nikki and I had something to live up to. Laura had really upped the ante – she carried out the plan with a certain flair and panache. We relaxed with some fruit punch, as Laura revealed that she always imagined herself being a porn diva, but never thought she’d live it. There would be lots of chances for her to live her dream, but right now, Nikki was in need of cock.

We had decided beforehand on Seated Reverse Cowgirl, with the man sitting on the sofa and the woman facing the audience sliding up and down his cock.

Nikki undid the zip on her husband’s trousers and pulled out his cock. She stroked at it for a few seconds until it started to become hard. Then she turned round and lowered her cunt onto his cock, then leant back against his body, giving the best view of her impaled cunt to the enthralled crowd. He grabbed on to her tits with his hands and helped her to ride up and down his cock. All four watchers were mesmerised by her body, and by his cock disappearing and reappearing rhythmically. She began encouraging him to hold off cumming for as long as possible, as she wanted more cock. You could tell from his face that he was fighting, and he lasted a good few minutes, but finally, his cock and balls gave that tell-tale twitch that signified her cunt was being filled with cum. His cock quickly became limp and slid out of her cunt, dragging a little cum out with it. By rule, she was not allowed to remove the cum, so her inner thigh was marked with a shiny trail.

Her husband let go of her tits, and she slid sideways, so she was sitting next to him. We chatted about what we saw (in particular Laura and her husband and their first public view of the fucking), and then Nikki then pointed towards me as the next cunt to be fucked.

As attention switched to me, I realised that I couldn’t ignore my bladder throbbing any more and that before I fucked, I’d need to be the first person to avail of our plan. As I announced my problem, Nikki and Laura clapped and squealed with delight. I explained to the men that we had decided to piss in the lounge in front of everyone, and that our partners needed to help. My husband was very keen! I knelt on the floor (facing the audience with my knees somewhat apart), and following my instruction, he held a tray between my legs with one hand and parted my cunt lips with the other, revealing my pisshole to the audience. Then, when he was ready, I started to release my stream. My initial feelings of relief were replaced with an overwhelming feeling of depravity – I mean, I’ve pissed with my husband for years, but never so publicly and so openly in front of others. I fucking enjoyed it though. When my stream had stopped, I told him I had finished, and he put the tray down. Then I told him the final part of the plan, and that was to use his mouth to clean me off, rather than toilet paper. He eagerly lay down on the floor and I knelt with my knees either side of his head, and he keenly licked my cunt clean, staring up past my tits to my eyes as he did it. As he finished, Laura pointed at the straining cock within his trousers, so I got up, turned round, freed his cock, and then lowered my cunt onto it (in a classic reverse cowgirl).

He was already rock hard, so I could just ride him. He could only see my ass, but the audience all moved so they could see his cock impaling my cunt. He didn’t last long and filled me with cum almost instantly, but he was so excited, he stayed hard so I could ride him for a long time. About 15 minutes in, I slightly adjusted my position and made the magic connection of his cock and my clit. It didn’t take much rubbing before I came, and I carried on going and came three more times before my body gave way and I collapsed on top of him. Still embedded in my cunt, I felt his cock expand one last time and deposit another load of cum in me.

After a period of applause and adoration, Nikki and Laura helped me up and hugged me, and then I turned round and blushed slightly. Then Nikki turned to Laura and reminded her that we still hadn’t seen them actually fuck, and there was still time before dinner. Before the event, Laura had told us that she needed to keep playing with her husband’s cock to help him to stay live, and indeed, she’d been doing so whilst Nikki and I were fucking. So, he was ready to go and sitting in a position to receive Seated Reverse Cowgirl. She played with his hard cock, then lowered herself onto him, guided by his hands on her ass. She looked up to see all four observers looking intensely at her filled cunt and cum covered tits. She slid up and down his cock for a few minutes and his cock twitched and deposited more cum inside her, and quickly slid out of her cunt. Short but very sweet – we’d seen them fucking and we’d seen him cumming, and we were all thrilled about that. Four had truly become six over the course of the last couple of hours, but we were worried that the men wouldn’t recover before the second penetrations we had planned. Still, we had planned recovery time for them with food and other activities, so hopefully they’d be ready for the final fuckings of the night. The night was still young, and we had awesome plans…..

A Sex Challenge and Celebration (Part One)

3 March 2018 /

At certain times over the last few years, we’ve decided to set ourselves some sex challenges to complete during the course of the year. Sometimes it is those things you want to try and never quite get round to, sometimes it is a way of getting more of something into our sex life, sometimes as a way to challenge our endurance or sometimes just to give ourselves a fun target.

This time, we set a year long challenge that requires specific timing on a lot of occasions throughout the year. My husband thought it would be fun to mark the time and date of our important anniversaries by having penetrative sex at exactly the right moment, regardless of where we are at the time. His rules were quite simple. We had to have penetrative sex (with vaginal or anal for me, or pegging for my husband) wherever we are at the appropriate time. In order to count, at least one of us has to orgasm, and the choice of position must be in keeping with the anniversary where applicable (i.e., vaginal sex for the anniversary of our first vaginal sex). Ideally, we want a balance between the three types of penetration over the course of the year, but given pegging outside the home is fairly difficult (for logistics reasons more than anything), we settled for a 40:40:20 split for vaginal, anal, and pegging. We also wanted a balance between within the home, elsewhere indoors and outside, and again settled for a 40:40:20 split.

The idea was thrilling and yet daunting. I had visions of having to fuck on a bench in town because we were shopping at the wrong moment, but of course, what the challenge calls for is a little planning to be somewhere appropriate at the right time.

During January, we had four anniversaries to mark, three of them in quick succession, as six years ago last January my husband and I got together.

We started with the moment of New Year. We were at home and alone, so my husband flipped me over face down on the sofa, loaded my asshole with lube and then inserted his cock. He started a good few minutes early as he quickly got rather large and rock hard, so he had to give my insides a chance to accommodate his size. He knows my body well, so by the time we got to midnight, he was driving down into my ass at full power, with a large amount of travel on his cock. It was one of his most animal anal sessions we’ve had in ages, and he had the energy to keep the motion going for about 15 minutes before he pumped out a large amount of cum. He then lay on top cuddling me with his softening cock still inside me. What a way to start the year.

Next up was the anniversary of our first kiss. On previous years, we made a point of being snogging at the right time sitting on the sofa (as we were for the actual first kiss). This time, we needed to be fucking as well as snogging. So, given we were at home, we stripped off and my husband laid me on my back on the sofa about half an hour beforehand and we started snogging. As we approached the correct time, I played with his cock to make it hard (whilst still snogging), then he slipped it in and started gently fucking me (whilst still snogging). After the time passed, he could stop snogging and accelerate. He made sure I came before he shot his load, and we ended up lying on the sofa snogging until his cock slipped out of me.

The anniversary of him first sucking my tits was only a couple of days later. For this, we decided on the bed. He spent ages sucking and licking each of my nipples (which is equivalent to turning on my cunt juice tap). Then, once the time was drawing near, he inserted his rock hard cock between my cunt lips and then plunged in. When he got all the way in, he twisted his whole body anti-clockwise about 20 degrees and this angle allowed him to suck on my right nipple whilst he fucked me. Because he was a little shallower in my cunt than he sometimes is, he was rubbing very rhythmically on my clit, meaning that I had a powerful orgasm at about the same time as he came. That two point connection of nipple and cunt always drives me to an orgasm.

A further couple of days after that saw the anniversary of our first fuck. (We first fucked less than a week after becoming a couple). At that time, we fucked in the “Lazy Man” position, and have fucked in the same position every year, and this year is no exception. Think of it like a version of cowgirl with him sitting up rather than laying down. He had pillows behind his back and sat against them with his legs outstretched. Facing him with my arms round his neck, I lowered myself onto his cock, and raised and lowered myself by pressing on my feet and using my arms. It is a very intimate position, and a very special one, as it was the position I first felt him cum inside me. It also happens to be one of the positions that I can feel his hard cock deepest inside my cunt.

So, in January, we had fucked at all the right times and in all the right ways. But January highlights the difficulty of the challenge. The “choice of position must be in keeping with the anniversary where applicable” rule meant that we had three vaginal and one anal fuck in the month, with no pegging. In addition, we were at home for each one, but need to be elsewhere for some of the anniversaries. This means that both 40:40:20 splits will take some organising to achieve.

There was only one anniversary to mark in February, and that was the anniversary of our first period sex. This was a favourite activity of my husband during the early years of our relationship (but sadly no more as my Mirena has stopped my periods completely), and I loved how excited he got about it. Luckily, I was looking after a friend’s pets whilst they were off skiing, so we had the keys to their house. So, at the right time, I just lifted up my dress and lay down on their very thick rug in their lounge. The rug was so soft against my ass that it felt like it was wrapping around me. The contrast between that and my husband driving his rock hard cock into my cunt was very stark, and it was a thoroughly enjoyable fuck. Although they don’t count for the challenge, we fucked another twice on that rug over the next few days, another vaginal session, and a very filling anal session. I really must find where they bought the rug from – I think we need one in our lounge!

So, at the end of February, it’s four vaginal, one anal and no pegging, with four at home and one in someone else’s home. I normally don’t get as excited for a scheduled fuck as for an unscheduled one, but the challenge seems to make me really excited. Any concerns I had are long gone, and I am really enjoying the fucking, and the pressure! Plenty of planning and plenty of fucking still to do before the year is out!

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