What a difference a couple of years make. It is Victoria here, and I thought I would write a post whilst Mira still isn’t up for writing much (although she has edited this post for me). She has been diagnosed as coeliac, has taken the gluten out of her diet completely and is now starting to make progress. Amongst other things, she is actively seeking sex now, which is a big improvement. She wanted a big reverse cowgirl session with her husband last night, and afterwards she wanted me to fuck her with a strap-on whilst we were both wearing butt plugs. I’m glad her kinky side is coming back!
Anyway, to the difference a couple of years make. Back then, I was undersexed, woefully lacking in orgasms and generally feeling sorry for myself. I needed sex, and yet I had a woeful record of choosing partners. It didn’t matter who I found; it always quickly went wrong somehow. That is what was great about Mira and her husband. It was just fucking great sex with no strings and no commitments.
But over time, we got closer. I found myself really looking forward to spending time with them and hated leaving them. It was so nice to be wanted and cared about. What I was really in awe of though was their relationship. Yes, there was an awful lot of sex, but their care and love for each other’s wellbeing was fabulous. They were both always looking out for the other one and working to make the other one happy. I found myself quite jealous and wanting that in a partner. I started out as a third-party fuck, but over a relatively short amount of time, I started to feel included and cared for. Over the months, I think we had all realised we had something special, but none of us were really sure what to do with it.
One thing it took me a while to get my head round was amount of sexual interaction they had. Whether it be passing each other in a corridor, sitting down cuddling, standing at a shop counter or at a kitchen counter, there is always groping or stroking going on – it is part of the reason Mira stopped wearing panties: to give him better access to her cunt and ass. If she’s sitting on the loo about to piss, he might come in and gently tip her head back and full tongue snog her or grab a rough handful of tit or even shove his hand down the toilet between her legs so that she pisses on his hand. Whilst this initially felt somewhat intrusive, I realised how loving it was and how it helped to keep them sexually connected. Their relationship seemed to be built on the other partner taking exactly what they want when they want, and the level of trust they have in each other to be able to do this is amazing.
It is a very special type of relationship, and I am incredibly lucky to be part of it, so, realising that I was totally at ease with it, I am now totally on board with this, and I decided to actively encourage it in their interactions with me.
Then, Mira’s health started deteriorating. You could see the love in his eyes as his kinky slutty bitch just wasn’t herself. She was totally selfless though, insisting on sexual activity for his sake, even though her body and mind wasn’t really up to it. They were doing positions that meant she could be in as little pain as possible, yet still get fucked. As a minimum, they had one face down on the bed anal session every day, and when I was there, she insisted me and her husband fuck loads to make up for her having less sex than usual. She “had to have her husband fully exercised”, and I returned the favour by making sure she orgasmed as much as she could, thus I spent many a happy hour licking her cunt – them buying that queening chair was so timely.
I did find Mira’s illness quite difficult to cope with at times. Apart from hating to see someone you love being in pain or discomfort (unless it is on the end of some spanking, in which case, you revel in it!), I did sometimes feel guilty that there I was pushed against a wall with her husband driving his rock-hard cock into my asshole, and she was relegated to watching. Of course, the reality was that she was in pain and her body was so sensitive to touch, she really wasn’t up for it, and she was perfectly happy to watch us to fuck like rabbits. She even sometimes commanded our sex from the side-lines which was fun, almost like a live webcam session.
Since all this gluten stuff started, I now feel like I’m an integral part of their family. Illness is problematic in itself, and it either pulls people together or drives people apart. Mira’s ill health has definitely brought us all closer together and I love being with them. I’ve spent virtually no time at home (bear in mind that is six hours away), so it was a natural step for me to give up my flat and move in. As I have a national remit at work, it doesn’t really matter where I am based, as I’ll need to spend a few nights a week in hotels. So, I am able to work going forward out of head office (which is a 30 minute commute away from Mira’s), and indeed, my company thought there were advantages to me doing so.
I rent a furnished flat at the moment, so all I have to bring down is my personal stuff, which I’m doing a bit at a time in my car. They have a small flat, so fitting my stuff in is difficult, but we are getting there. My under-bed restraints went straight on the bed, and he tested them out on me the first night with amazing effect. Mira isn’t too keen on being restrained, but I love being tied down and not being able to escape whatever thing is being done to my poor defenceless cunt or ass.
Whenever I’m with them, I’m always pantyless, but now I’m going to be there full time, I’ve given him all my panties to lock up with Mira’s. He has selected two pairs (my favourite pair and the pair Mira loves) for use for cunt stuffing, gags and for tying our hair up Sara Cox style, but we can never wear them as panties. I can totally see why Mira loves it so much – it does make me feel permanently naughty, and I find if so empowering to be in an important business meeting and to know I’m pantyless – I think it gives me an edge!
The final difference a couple of years makes is this, my sex life laid out on a blog. I never thought my sex life would be interesting enough to be blogged about, and yet here I am, having all my intimate details being laid out by my lovers, and I love it and I’m excited about it. So, the next time Mira is writing about how she’s opening my cunt to roll my clit in her fingers, or how she’s loaded a butt plug in my ass for us to go shopping, remember how much I love her sharing all the detail with you, and knowing it might be shared makes it all the more sexy!