The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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

Author: KinkyMira (Page 29 of 30)

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!

Recruiting Some Watchers

26 February 2018 /

There is something very naughty about sitting in a cafe talking to a friend about fucking in front of each other. Yet there Nikki and I were, debriefing the intimate sex party. We all (absent men included) agreed it was a great success, and that we all wanted to do it again. Yet, we both felt that wasn’t really enough fucking. The men did their best, but they (of course) need recovery time. We decided we’d have some more girl-on-girl action (assuming our men agreed, although I didn’t envisage that being a problem), and we could do some other sexy activities that don’t involve hard cocks, but what we felt we really needed was another couple.

But how would we find one? Nikki knows from experience how long it took to find us, and that was just a fluke conversation. Specifically asking someone isn’t an easy conversation to have. “So, fancy coming to a dinner party where we all get fucked whilst the others watch?” wasn’t likely to be a winner with someone who wasn’t kink-obsessed, and we had no idea who was kink-obsessed. Nikki and I are the two fuck happy members of our circle of friends – we are the two who like fucking rather a lot. The rest of the group appear somewhat less sex-obsessed than we are. We did decide though that the friendship angle was important for us too, so we really didn’t want to end up recruiting strangers. But given none of our friends were obviously kinky, we had to work out who was possible. As we went round the circle of mutual friends, there weren’t obvious candidates.

The discussion got to a rather reserved lady called Laura. I knew that my husband would have suggested her. Since the day he first met her, my husband thought her good housewife routine was an act, and that underneath, she was a filthy bitch. He had absolutely no evidence on which to base this for a couple of years. A small piece of evidence came at Christmas 2016, when a rather tipsy Laura briefly flashed her panties to us all. They were a rather small white cotton thong with the word “Slut” written on the front in permanent marker.

So, on this flimsy evidence (literally) and largely on my husband’s gut instinct, we decided that she was our best candidate and that we would to try to recruit Laura and her husband for the next sex party. We needed plausible deniability (in case she hated the idea) as we didn’t really want to cause tension in the wider group.

Our chance to have a discussion unexpectedly came a couple of weeks later. Again, it was a drunken ladies night, and this time, Laura, Nikki, and I ended up as the last there. Laura was wearing a top with a plunging neckline that revealed a substantial cleavage: those magnificent tits swinging back and forth to rhythm was no doubt the other reason my husband wanted to see her naked and being fucked. He’s always been a tits man.

It isn’t easy to start a sex party conversation, but we had to bide our time until an opportunity occurred when the discussion strayed onto panties. I was often pantyless at that time, and Nikki wasn’t wearing any that night either. Laura acted all coy, but her mask slipped when I mentioned the “Slut” panties. She had no recollection of the flashing incident, but both Nikki and I certainly remembered it. It turns out that she only wears white cotton thongs, and every day, her husband picks out her panties, which are adorned with a hand-written message from him. (Obviously, it is not always a new message, as it would be wasteful not to re-use the panties). “Slut” is one of the milder ones apparently. Laura was blushing when she spoke. Using messaged panties was just something fun they did, which reminded her of her sexuality often throughout a day. The obvious question was what was on her panties that day – “My cunt needs cum” was the exquisite answer. She already knew tomorrows would say “Ass fuck day”, and that meant she’d have his cock in her ass a number of times tomorrow and her cunt would go untouched all day. My husband was right though – she was much more into sex than her public persona would have you believe. That’s partially because she is very shy, particularly when talking about sex. Apparently, her husband wanted her to be more outgoing and free talking about sex, so he’d be happy she was having these conversations.

So, Nikki introduced our sex parties to her, described what happened at the first one, and how much fun we had. Laura listened intently and seemed somewhat excited, but she said that wasn’t the kind of thing she or her husband were in to. Nikki hadn’t asked at this point, so she just rounded off the conversation with a comment that if they changed their minds, we’d love to see her and her husband at the party, and that we were sure they’d have a great time. Then we moved the conversation on, the seed having been sown.

Nikki and I met up with a very excited Laura a few days later. After discussing it with her husband, they decided they were up for the party. She said today’s panties had the awesome message “Watch Me Fucking” and that she was getting turned on even thinking about our party. She realised that there wouldn’t be time for hesitancy at the party, and when it was their turn, they would need to get fucking. She said they appreciated that, and she was fully behind the plan, even the girl-on-girl interludes. Now I was getting excited. They are both gorgeous women, and my cunt got all moist thinking about kissing them, sucking on their fleshy tits, and yes, licking away at their cunts.

Our men were over the moon too, both with the new recruits and the girl-on-girl action. My husband was particularly pleased with himself for correctly picking Laura’s sexy side when none of the rest of us did.

For the next couple of hours that evening, Laura, Nikki, and I talked about activities, positions and roughly planned out the party – the venue, the date, the food and drink, and the activities. Our first party was an alcohol-free gathering because none of us wanted our performance to be diminished – we decided to make this a rule, and we decided to look for some non-alcoholic cocktails for the evening. Astonishingly, Nikki had far less of an anal history than either Laura or I, so we definitely included some anal activity in the plan. I told Laura how my husband would expect to see her ample tits swinging violently as she was fucked, and Laura insisted we included some activities to achieve that. A consequence of the “no private activity” rule that didn’t come up at the first party was that of pissing, so we made a plan to cover that. We also had some sexy games ideas and chose one of those. As before, the men knew nothing of the details and would be surprised on the day. The next party in late November could not come round soon enough!

This Is Going To Make Him Blush

23 February 2018 /

I used to look at friends who had really close relationships and think that was all I wanted. I’d been through a succession of men who were all somewhat abusive, who tried to keep me down and under control. My family life wasn’t much better – there was a lot of psychological stuff going on throughout my childhood. I had been depressed and on medication for some years, and was broke, had mobility issues and was hardly a catch.

I had known my now husband for some years when we got together. We didn’t move in the same social circles, only occasionally meeting, but whenever we did, he was engaging to talk to. I knew he liked my tits. His eyes popped out of his head when my 34Hs in a corset were revealed as I arrived at a party. I didn’t know until recently that he had gone home that night and wanked thinking of them. That made me very happy.

I found myself comparing men to him, as he seemed like a decent caring guy. He’d even helped me out a couple of times, yet I was peripheral to his life. We’d done a couple of comedy gigs together, but it is clear he thought of us as mates. I wanted to be so much more, but I knew if I push or rushed, he’d run a mile, and I didn’t want to risk not having him in my life at all – a little of him was better than none of him.

It all changed in one gig, when I nuzzled up against him, and he put his arm round me. It felt wonderful to have him touch me, and I wanted it again. As we parted that night, we agreed to go out for a meal the following week. I made his favourite dessert, to make him come back to my place. I was wearing a top that showed my tits off to their finest. I could see him sneaking lots of looks, and that made him and me happy. He could have played with them if he wanted (but I didn’t say that in case it scared him off). Instead, as we watched a DVD, I snuggled up to him. He put his arm round me again, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He had a good view of my tits, and when I moved to get comfier and slightly covered them up, he said it was a shame. I was only too happy to readjust to give him the best view.

You see, by that point, I had realised. I felt safe. Totally safe. I managed to fight back the tears. I needed this to work. I needed him to touch me. I needed him to caress me. I needed him to fuck me. I needed him.

I was aware the credits were rolling. I turned off the telly without moving and looked up at him. He looked down at me, with love in his eyes, and then gently rolled his head forward and kissed me on the lips. Fireworks were going off in my mind. It was a brief kiss, but he looked down at me again. I later realised he was waiting for me to say no, but I didn’t. I moved my mouth closer to his and we kissed, this time longer, and our tongues touched. That was all the answer I needed, and I clambered up to him and properly snogged him.

As we broke our kiss again, I looked at him and said, “Please don’t mess with me.” With massive love in his eyes, he said that he had no plans to mess with me, how he never does anything by halves, and although it might not work out, he liked the idea of us being a couple. I said I did too, and I snogged his face off. For three hours we snogged. My tongue was exhausted, but we’d managed to snuggle and snog all night, even though he had to go to work the next day.

That first kiss changed my life. It changed everything. That was one amazing kiss.

Now this is going to make him blush. Yes, I realise how weird that sounds. A blog which is going into intimate and intricate detail about our sex and kink life, and an intro post about my husband is the one that is going to make him blush. But it will.

You see, he doesn’t appreciate what he is. He’s just doing what he thinks a partner should do. You know, simple things like supporting his partner, helping her to live a more comfortable and happy life, helping her to do the best she can in qualifications, helping her to build her self-esteem, loving her with all his heart, trying to make her happy, cuddling her, snogging her face off, fucking her well and selflessly whenever she wants, making her cum like a train. I don’t think he quite realises how few men would do what he does, how few men would care enough to improve my life, how few men would be such a great fuck in such a selfless manner. He’s amazing.

I realise all men fuck, but often very selfishly. I’ve had quite a few unsatisfying encounters myself. To be fair, so has he. He described his longest running ex as like fucking a sack of potatoes not a woman. Actually, she did him a lot of damage: she put him off women for years, and it took a visit from an old uni fuck to get him back to his sexual best.

So why was I different? He laughingly says 34Hs, but the truth is he doesn’t know. He said there was something about me, and he can’t lay his finger on it. He knew all the downsides of being with me (and rather a lot of lies from my ex as well), but he decided to risk it anyway.

That kiss. That perfect moment that changed everything. He decided walking to my place that he wanted to kiss me. He wasn’t sure if I wanted it, but when I had adjusted my position to give him the best view of my tits, he took that as a good sign. He paused for me to say no. I didn’t. I just snogged his face off.

It is just over 6 years since that kiss, and we’ve been married about 18 months. During that time, he’s fucked me over 1000 times (We know because he kept count!). That’s a little under once every two days on average. We’ve had some drier spells, and a lot of periods where we fuck every single day. I can honestly say that not one of those fucks was crap. Some were amazing, some were just ordinary (for him), but his ordinary is still fucking good. I think that is because of his selfless attitude. He completely focusses on me when he’s fucking me. He works on my mind and body, in full knowledge that he’ll be cumming anyway. He knows my body and reads signs that I don’t know I’m giving off. He just feels great inside me and I’m addicted to it, I’m addicted to fucking him and he’s not complaining!

Sometimes, I look at him and wonder how the hell we got here. How did we get from that scared wary man and an abuse-weary woman lacking in opportunity, to this – a blissfully happy couple with a raging sex life, loads of kinky stuff, and above all, a feeling of safety and love.

I fucking love him, and I love fucking him too.

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