The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

Kinky and filthy things that have happened to us, all explicitly told

Author: KinkyMira (Page 28 of 30)

Not An Act Of Dominance

17 April 2018 /

My husband was lying on our wooden floor, his head resting on a small square pillow. He was staring longingly up at me, standing naked over him. He had a great view of my cunt and up to my 34H tits.

I knelt down, with the lower part of my legs either side of his head and my cunt lined up with his mouth. I wasn’t facesitting, I was taking the weight, but my cunt was firmly in contact with his mouth. He used his tongue to locate my pisshole and then latched his mouth in the right position. This was a well-rehearsed positioning; he knew exactly where he needed to be.

He also knew to just stretch this out a little. Each second he made me wait with a ridiculously full bladder was a second of the kind of agony I love, a second of danger, and when he was ready, and when he thought I could hold it no longer, he tapped me gently on my ass with his hand, and that was my signal to release my hold and allow my hot piss to flow out into his mouth.

It was a well-practised exercise, as we wanted my flow to be just right. Too slow and it was frustrating for him, leaving him sucking on air and having only a drop of piss in his mouth each time he had to swallow. Too fast and it flooded out of his mouth and went everywhere. It is quite difficult to regulate a stream when you have a bladder full to bursting, but it is something I’ve mastered fairly well over the months we’ve been doing this. With a flow that is just right, he can gulp down all my piss with a pleasing yet challenging rhythm and keep flicking his tongue over my cunt to keep me clean.

Once my bladder is empty, he cleans and dries me with his tongue, and then he’ll attempt to lick me to orgasm unless I sit up and move my cunt away from his mouth. Whether I get licked to orgasm is entirely up to me, but I rarely pull away.

We first explored this particular watersports act because he wanted to try it. I didn’t really, but I wanted to please him, so I did try it. I wasn’t expecting us to feel such an amazing connection doing it, and to enjoy it so much. There is something wonderful and indescribable about someone wanting to suck on your pisshole and drink your warm piss as it emanates from you. He isn’t interested in drinking it out of glass, just straight from my pisshole, and it is that touching that makes this a very special activity. It also brings feelings to me of a provider / provide relationship, where he is eager to feed from me and I am eager to provide, a bit like breast feeding I suppose. It is a very emotional thing for us to do.

I’ve mentioned this in a number of places, and very soon, it brings out all the comments about dominance and subservience. It is the norm with acts such as these that it is about dominance, that he secretly wants to be dominated. It must be, after all, why would someone do that?

Someone would do that because they love the connection with their partner, the emotions, the sensations. I wasn’t expecting to get an amazing emotional connection from it, but I do. I really don’t know why, but it makes me feel loved. It is much the same for him. He is amazed someone would want to piss in his mouth in such a way, and it makes him feel loved too. He has a thing about liquids emanating from my body, and it had to be not be messy so we can just do it at a whim.

It is one of the things that annoys me about a lot of kink related places; the assumption that an act is always about the same thing for everyone that does it. Whilst for many, it is about dominance and subservience, for us, this is an act about connection, about love, and yes, about drinking from me and of me. There isn’t an ounce of power games in our relationship, yet everyone thinks there must be.

After all, him giving me a dose of anal at 6 in the morning whilst I’m not really awake must be about him exerting power over me. Us playing games where I try to hold onto my piss until it is so painful must be about him exerting power over me. Me pegging him and trying to get his ass to take a larger dildo must be about me exerting power over him.

No.

None of it is about power. We love each other and we like doing things to each other to make us happy, give us pleasure and to show how much we love each other. We love doing things where we are intimate, where we are close and I have to admit I have excitement each time I break a taboo like this, even if I’ve done it before.

Of all the things that we do, of all the ways we are intimate, one of those most intimate is when we are participating in watersports. I think many people rule watersports out very quickly, focussing on the whole liquids and mess thing, without realising the intimacy and closeness it can bring.

Another thing people focus on is the whole drinking thing. But it took a couple of years to progress to that, and even now, I don’t drink it often, but it does not detract from my love of watersports. In fact, the most intimate watersports position doesn’t involve drinking piss at all; he sits on the floor on some towels, legs together and straight out and cock and balls resting on top of his legs. I sit on his lap facing him, arms around his neck, my face very close to his and my cunt quivering just above his cock. In this position, we can kiss very passionately, and when I’m ready, I can release my stream and it will land on his cock and balls. The training to hold my piss for a long time and to have a controlled release means the pissing and kissing can go on for quite a while. It is so intimate. We quite often carry on kissing long after the pissing has finished. I don’t want the situation to end.

A variant of that position is to rest the tip of his cock up against my pisshole, so that my piss has to force itself past his glans. If he is partially hard, we’ve found that he can hold his position against my stream, and this means that my piss sprays around and covers both of our crotches. That spraying is a joyful experience, but the positioning is hard to get right.

We’ve even on occasion managed to get me pissing whilst his cock is firmly buried in my cunt (in another variant of the same position). That is quite a difficult position mentally, as my brain wants to go sexy, and that invariably stops my piss from flowing. But the feeling he got was amazing: a focussed powerful jet of piss on the area of skin directly above his cock, again with the ricochet liberally covering both our crotches. I could feel the effect it was having making him harder, although that made it harder for me to carry on too.

Watersports gives us a level of intimacy that it is hard to surpass, and it has surprisingly become a big part of our emotional connection.

Introducing Victoria

12 April 2018 /

Our good friend Victoria is amazing. She has a lovely personality and a fabulous body. She’s the type of woman that most men feel is out of their reach. But Vicki has taken about ten years to discover her sexuality and to become happy with it.

In her late teens, she was all about men. She loved fucking them but hated the whole “partner” thing, especially as the kind of men who would go out with her were assholes and the decent fellas were scared away by something.

So, whilst she was at university, she progressed onto women. Sadly, the result was the same; she loved fucking them but hated the whole “partner” thing.

By the end of her time at university, she had decided that (despite social pressure to conform) partner relationships weren’t for her, and casual sex was in. Whilst that meant that she had years of frequent fucking (with all genders), she still wasn’t comfortable with herself. She even started to back away from sex completely, as it was easier and allowed her to focus on her career. But she was unfulfilled, and eventually decided to talk to some professionals to work out what was going on.

Obviously, she was pansexual, but it also transpired that she needed an emotional attachment to get the most out of sex (so not demisexual, but similar). That in itself helped her to become at ease with herself, but she was struggling with how to get some sex with an emotional attachment without the risk of a potential partner relationship forming.

I wasn’t struggling. It was obvious to me. What she needed to do was fuck a friend or two. And I knew the two friends I thought she should fuck.

I was on a sexual high anyway, as we’d just had our first sex party, and since my own pan revelation, I had been thinking of how I could explore this in a way my husband would approve. As I said at the top, she is gorgeous and knows how to fuck ladies, so she would be great for me to learn from. She also knows how to fuck men but has frequently been dissatisfied. When we spoke about me and my husband fucking, she always said how jealous she was of me having him, of how he read me and of how he made me feel. Well, he could fuck her too if she wanted; I knew she was one of my friends that he really wanted to fuck. I came to the conclusion that I felt the same. In my mind, it was a perfect plan. I’m sure my husband wouldn’t argue – he’d be happy to fuck her, and he’d be super happy to watch us fuck. She was the one I was unsure of, and I didn’t want to risk our friendship, so decided to wait and pick my moment to make an offer.

That moment came after a wait of three months. She was lamenting how she hadn’t tasted cum in months, and she was looking for an opportunity to get some. I had a split second to decide to go for it, and I did, saying that she should ask my husband, as I’m sure he could spare some.

Initially she laughed, but once she ascertained I was serious and was happy for her to suck him off (whilst watching of course), she started to consider to the idea, even after I told her of my husband’s insistence of exposed tits for any blow job. He was due home within the hour, so she could ask him then if she wanted. We spent the next hour with her getting herself excited at the prospect.

He’d been home about ten minutes when she said that I said he might be able to help her with a problem. He probably thought she meant with her computer when he said he’d do what he could. When she said she wanted to taste cum and hoped he’d have a load for her, I saw his eyes look in my direction. I had a broad grin on my face, so that was all the confirmation he needed. He instructed her onto her knees on the floor and stood with his crotch by her face. She started to lift her hands to his fly, but he stopped her and told her to unbutton her blouse and lift her tits out of her bra cups. Only once she carried this out was she allowed to undo his belt and trousers and let them fall to the ground. Her tits were amazing. She is a 32GG, and I felt breathless at the thought of running my tongue round her fabulously puffy nipples, but that was for another day.

I was snapped back to reality by her starting to work on my husband’s already awakening cock. I was sitting behind him and slightly to the side, so I could see his cock disappearing into her mouth, and some of his ass. I wondered if she’d like to fuck his ass with a strap-on. He loved that, but my energy levels mean that I can’t do that as much as I’d wish. I looked up at his face, to see him smiling divinely, as he stroked her head and played with her hair. I bet his view was great, of her mouth running up and down his shaft and of her bare tits and puffy nipples beyond.

Thinking back, I would have thought I’d be jealous at this point, but I didn’t feel jealous, more proud really. I always assumed I wouldn’t want someone else blowing my man, and yet I was really enjoying the spectacle. It’s clear she was an expert cock sucker, and yet he was really making her work for his cum. I could see from his face that he was fighting his release, so I focussed on her mouth running up and down his cock.

And then I saw the fabulous sight of all the muscles in his ass tensing as he deposited a load of cum in her mouth. It was a great view, and I’ll watch his ass more closely next time.

Once he’d finished squirting, she let his cock slip out of her mouth, and like all “good girls” do, she showed him her open mouth filled with his cum. Then she closed her eyes and swallowed it all in one big gulp and showed him her empty mouth.

She said it tasted wonderful, and went back to try to get some more out of him. She did manage to get a little, but this time, instead of swallowing, she crawled over to where I was and offered me a kiss. I looked at my husband and saw his face telling me to get stuck in. Prior to this, I always felt lips were for lovers, and realised that I may not be about to break that rule. I eagerly moved my head and our lips touched, and she leant forward to give me a good load.

Over her shoulder, I saw my husband drop to the floor and he lifted up the back of her skirt and flipped it over her waist, revealing her ass and cunt beneath. He could have reached out to touch her, but wasn’t sure where we both stood, so he settled for looking (and she obviously knew he was, and did nothing to spoil his view).

When we finished kissing, she thanked us both as she straightened her clothes. I would have loved to continue more that evening, but I wasn’t sure the others felt the same, so I happily accepted the teaser I had and decided to wait for next time.

Sexuality Surprise (Part Two)

5 April 2018 /

I was discussing the sexuality of both myself and my husband with a tutor after an LGBTQ+ awareness session, and we pretty much agreed that it was likely that both my husband and I were demisexuals. But that wasn’t the whole picture, and she set out to show me what else was going on.

I had mentioned during the awareness session that I was bi-playful, meaning that I’d had a bit of fun with some women I knew, the kind of thing a lot of ladies do these days; you know, snogging, mutual masturbation, that sort of thing. As you may well know, bisexuality is romantic or sexual feelings or attraction to both men and women. I had been sexually attracted to certain women in the past, but again only to some I knew quite well; indeed, I did have some very confusing memories of friendships and misunderstandings, especially in my twenties. She suggested I view these bi tendencies through the lens of demisexuality.

She also made it clear that bisexual doesn’t mean an equal attraction to both sexes, so it is entirely likely that someone could be bisexual, and yet only have had serious relationships with one sex. That fits me perfectly.

Several studies comparing bisexuals with heterosexuals or homosexuals have indicated that on average bisexuals have higher rates of sexual activity, fantasy, or erotic interest, on average masturbate more and enjoy masturbation more, and on average are more experienced in different types of heterosexual contact. That too fits me perfectly. Especially when I’m in the mood, I masturbate a lot, we fuck every single day (at the moment) and I have a lot of sexual interests. I’ve also gone a lot further than many females do in terms of types of heterosexual activity, particularly with my husband.

However, when I started listing my sexual contact with females, there was rather more than I initially thought, and actually, given the steamy sex I’ve had with women, I’ve gone well beyond “playful” but not really realised it. Indeed, a friend did talk to me when I was last between partners about not restricting my partner search to men, and I was actually quite keen on the idea.

So, the first question the asked was how many men had put cocks and fingers inside my cunt? Seven (the six who’ve fucked me and one lad with his fingers at college). How many women had put their fingers inside my cunt? Four (two at uni and two since). How many women had I put my fingers inside their cunt? The same four. And finally, how many women had I snogged? Proper snogs not quick pecks. Nine (the four above plus another two at uni and another three since).

Obviously, these are very crude questions, but the point she was trying to make was that I had more than enough bi experiences and thoughts to go way further than bi-playful. She then brought up my friend with Klinefelter syndrome who I was desperately attracted too and wanted to fuck. So, in her opinion, I’m pansexual rather than bi. Pansexuality is the sexual, romantic, or emotional attraction towards people regardless of their sex or gender identity.

Pansexual Flag
The Pansexual Flag

Add that to my demisexuality, and her opinion, my likely sexuality is actually “demi-pansexual” or “demi-pan”.

Demi-Pansexual Flag
The Demi-Pansexual Flag

The tutor then brought up the possibility of my husband being bisexual. Again, through the lens of demisexuality, he might be. He hasn’t really had any close male friends to speak of (he had lots of superficial male friendships of late, but nothing close to enough for a sexual attraction), but when I mentioned to him that I would like him to have a real cock up his ass just once (so that he can feel what I feel when he ass-fucks me), he said that it would all depend on who the man was, and that none of our current friends were right. That is such a demisexual answer and gives a hint to the fact that he might be bisexual too.

I did know that he had a few gay experiences with friends when he was younger, a few things like playing with cocks, rubbing ass cheeks together, sitting on naked laps, that sort of thing. Actually, talking to him later that evening, there was rather more to it. There was a small group who started exploring each other’s bodies. For example, whilst sitting on naked laps, the person who was being sat on masturbated the sitter, and if the person being wanked came, the cum was fed to someone else. This was often done under the guise of a distracting the person being wanked from playing a computer game. They never kissed each other on the lips, but they did kiss and indeed lick each other’s ass cheeks, finally ending up licking all down their ass cracks. By the end of their time together (i.e., up until they went to uni), they were sucking on each other’s balls and giving each other full and proper blow jobs, swallowing of course, with blow job technique taught to them by one of their older sisters. I did wonder during our early relationship why he was so much of a blow job expert (and not from the cock side). He never got anywhere near anal penetration, but he did thoroughly enjoy those experiences he did have.

The final piece to his sexuality puzzle comes with reference to our friend with Klinefelter syndrome again. One evening when my husband and I were chatting, I asked whether he’d like to play with our friend’s tits. My husband said yes; he thinks tits are tits and need to be played with. He also said how great it would be to play with both our friend’s tits and his cock at the same time, and about how much he’d love to do so.

The tutor suggested that this attitude to non-binary people suggests my husband is pansexual as well, making his likely sexuality “demi-pan” as well.

So, what does all this mean?

Well firstly, we had lots to talk about. Neither of us had ever considered our sexual orientation, and yet we have a lot of experiences and feelings that needed to be explored. There were lots of stories to be told (some of which will be recounted here), and lots of thinking to be done. And lots of fucking; all this talk of sexuality, attractions and old sexual contact made us both really horny, so we ended up fucking the night away during many a discussion.

To us, labels usually aren’t usually important, but in this case, discovering our demi-pan identities has proved to be reassuring. The main thing it has done is to make sense of the reasons for us feeling the way we did in our prior life and encounters. It all makes sense now, where previously, it definitely did not.

It’s also given us a little nudge to explore our sexualities further when opportunities arise. It primarily led us to us a decision to fuck other people (as a couple), both a way of exploring sexuality and of finding interesting ways to fuck. It has, for example, show us that we need to sort friendships out before we could take a full part in a swingers club. It also gives me hope that one day I’ll see a big hard cock driving into my husband’s asshole.

We’ve never been so comfortable in our own sexualities as now and having labels has proved to be wonderfully comforting and therapeutic. We’ve been able to make connections and friends in the demisexual and bi/pansexual communities, and have even met some other demi-bi and demi-pan people; our people, a surprisingly small group.

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?

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