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

Author: KinkyMira (Page 30 of 30)

Watch And Be Watched

My husband and I often talk about sex, right from the first week of being together. It helped us to really get to know each other, and our likes and dislikes. Well, a few months ago, we were talking about something it turns out we both had a little experience of before we knew each other existed, and that was watching other people fucking and to likewise be watched fucking. Our separate past experiences were more in the opportunistic and voyeuristic line, but for now, we were thinking more sex party, well lit with good close-up views, as we both love watching real sex and would love for other couples to enjoy our efforts without joining in.

We were of the opinion that going to a swingers club was about the best option and had started looking for one to try. But on a girl’s night of wine and gossip, I was talking to one of my best friends Nikki about our plan and possibly going to a swingers club. She asked whether we would consider having her and her husband watching us instead, as they had spoken about it before, didn’t fancy the swingers club, but would be up for it with like-minded friends.

This was an ideal scenario for me. A private sex party with friends I am comfortable with, out of public view but very much in private view. Danger was at a minimum, as we could set boundaries in advance, and we could be confident everyone would respect them.

The men agreed to the plan, and shortly after, Nikki and I agreed a few basic rules for the evening, namely that we would take it in turns (no simultaneous activity, as that would be a waste), that the men would only touch their respective women, that the women could touch each other if they wanted (and believe me, I wanted to!), and that there would be no private activities or conversations – everything was to be shared.

That first night last October was rather nerve-wracking to begin with. My husband was a little concerned in case he had trouble getting hard. He needn’t have worried.

After we arrived, Nikki and I each did a slow and provocative striptease, and then each stripped our man off. Then (as he was already hard) my husband sat on the sofa with his ass on the front edge of the cushion, I straddled him facing him and lent forward to give our friends the best view of my cunt (from behind) as I lowered my cunt onto his enormous hard cock. As I rode my husband’s cock, he could see they were transfixed, and they applauded as we both orgasmed. As I climbed off, I blushed a little as what we had done hit me. Nikki gave me a hug and said it was wonderful, and then we all sat and started talking about it. I knew my husband loved it, because of how enormous and hard his cock was. With another blush, I had to admit how much I got off on it, and I loved the applause and Nikki’s description of what she saw.

That first fuck set the tone for the evening. It wasn’t long before Nikki and her husband fucked in the same way, and Nikki was clearly very excited about the view we had. I have no embarrassment in saying that I was transfixed by his cock moving in and out of her cunt and the fact that these were our friends and that this was real fucking made it so much more exciting. Our view was totally unhindered and her screams of pleasure as she came were totally wonderful.

There was no sign of a blush on Nikki’s cheeks, just a look of pride and mischief. It was clear that this wouldn’t be the last evening of fucking that we shared. The men’s cocks had yet to recover, so whilst they did, we decided they could have a play with our respective cunts. My husband kissed me and worked my cunt with his hand. I was fairly close to the edge already, so I came fairly easily. He didn’t stop moving his hand though, and so got me very near to cumming again, before proceeding to hold me on the edge of an orgasm for hours (well, actually about 10 minutes, but it felt like hours) before finally rubbing me to a massive orgasm. I was completely exhausted and collapsed into his arms. He just held me whilst Nikki got tremendously excited awaiting her chance to perform.

Once I had recovered enough to watch Nikki and her husband, he could finally get his hand to work. She came in seconds, but likewise, his hand did not stop working her clit and after a short build up, she came several times in a row. She too collapsed in his arms as we applauded, and finally, we were all able to gently chat about what we had seen and done.

Once we had recovered, we had a light meal, with dessert being “Honey Cunt” (honey poured over our cunts and licked off, served with squirty cream sucked from our nipples and clit). The men started with their respective women and went back for seconds… and thirds, before us women ate from each other’s cunts, nipples, and clits.

We talked sex and kink until later in the evening when both cocks had fully recovered. Moving to the bedroom, we removed the quilt from the bed. Nikki and her man went first this time, with them going for a fairly straight missionary position but with a couple of pillows under her ass to give us a better view. Hearing Nikki squeal and scream was wonderful and got me very hot. She came really hard and he did shortly after, then, he slid down the bed and began working her clit and cunt with his tongue. She squirmed under his flicking tongue and very shortly tensed up and came again. As she relaxed from her orgasm, her husband gently picked her up off the bed and moved her away so that we could take our turn.

I lay on my back and also put two pillows under my ass. It was a new concept to adjust positions to allow for better viewing, but it was important for our watchers’ enjoyment. Once comfortable, my husband lifted my legs up and entered my cunt from behind (a position known as “The Pancake”). He grabbed onto the bars of the headboard and used them to get power with which to impale me. He was really quite animal as he drove into me over and over again. I was even more aroused by hearing the excited gasps and squeals of Nikki and her man watching us intensely. I could tell my husband was fighting to not cum. I had no such issues and had three orgasms washed over me before my husband lost control and discharged his load. He knew my clit would be so sensitive that I would be unable to stand him licking it, so instead he just rolled over and cradled me in his arms, as Nikki and her husband applauded and beamed with delight.

By then, it was late, and we were all pretty sexed out. It was a fantastic night, but sadly it was at an end. The feelings were wonderful though. I think watching someone have sex was enthralling and very emotional. So, to see my good friends in very private ecstasy and release was a joy to behold. To be able to share our love, joy and ecstasy was equally amazing. I really wanted to do this again, and so did Nikki and the men, and it wouldn’t be long before we got our wish.

Being Pantyless Makes Me Horny

Welcome to The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends blog.

I’m Mira and I’m your host for this look into all things sexy and kinky. I’m a mid-thirties female who, for the first time in my life, is finally happy. I have a wonderful husband, who helps me to be the best I can be, who looks after me, who loves me, who cuddles me loads and who fucks me well, often, and very very thoroughly. He also encourages me to be kinky and filthy. It turns out I don’t need much encouragement, and I fucking love it.

I’ve been encouraged to start this blog by some friends who are interested in hearing the details of my sexy activities, and some of those friends will get mentions too, as they are far from innocent maidens. Over the coming years, I will write about a number of things that have happened to us since I’ve found my inner kinky bitch and some of the history that has led up to this kinky state of affairs.

This first blog post marks two months since I last wore panties. I didn’t intend to go for even one whole month – in fact I had a target of 17 days over our Christmas break. I knew my husband would be very excited – he loves it when I don’t wear panties. He loves the occasional flashes of cunt, whether accidental or totally deliberate. He loves sliding his hand up my skirt and having unhindered access to my ass and cunt, and I love what he does when his hand gets there, whether it be touching my cunt or ass, slipping his fingers inside my cunt, or rolling my clit in his fingers, he knows I’m a slut for whatever his hand wants to do to me. He loves it that I seem to be much hornier when I’m panty-free, and whenever I’m more horny, I always want to fuck a lot. He always does his best to oblige.

We both finished work for the year on Friday 15th December, so when he got home, I casually announced to my husband that I planned to not wear any panties until 2nd January (the day we returned to work). He did indeed get very excited! I asked him to remove my panties and put them in an airtight box for his later use. They were particularly fragrant, as I had been wearing them for 3 days to make them nice and ripe, and I had been masturbating in them across the three days to make them particularly pungent. I always prepared panties like this when he went away with work, to give him a good strong smell of my cunt and ass whilst he was away. I don’t know why I decided to do it this time, as at the time, I didn’t realise I may not wear panties again for some years, so I’m really glad he had one last pair to enjoy.

This is by far the longest I’ve ever gone without panties. I did wonder if my horniness would fade after a few days, but if anything, it grew. During the course of the 17 days, I was fucked over 40 times, including 3 days of mostly anal to give my poor cunt some rest. I was insatiable. It was the start of the most intensive period of fucking we had ever had.

I have been building up to a long pantyless stint over the last few years, increasingly wearing panties less and less. I had started being pantyless in the house, before extending it to when we went for a walk and I was expecting an outside fuck, to more mundane things like being panty-free going round shops. Even so, I was expecting I might feel a tug to put a pair on. In fact, my feelings were the opposite, and when I got within a few days of the end of my planned run, I began to feel sad at the thought of my panty-free stint being over. It was of course a self-imposed deadline, but to carry on, I would have to go without panties at work too. So, when the morning of my return to work arrived, I had a decision to make, and I chose to stuff a pair in my bag and set off sans panties. Of course, nothing happened at work. No one was aware of my pantyless state apart from me, and I just felt naughty. My spare panties stayed securely in my bag, and for the following work day, I had no panties with me at all. It was that morning I realised I wanted to be like this for the long haul, and that I needed to systematically remove any reason for wearing panties and indeed for clothes touching my cunt. I loved having my cunt open to the air (hidden by a skirt of course).

So, 17 days turned into 3 weeks, then 4 and now 8. I still feel really horny and don’t particularly want the feeling to stop, and we still fuck at least once every single day.

Over the last few weeks, I think I’ve removed virtually every reason to wear panties again (for a good few years at least). My periods have been stopped by a Mirena. I have packed away all the clothes that uncomfortably rubbed down there (like jeans). The only possible reason I have for wearing panties is that my husband and I both like me wetting myself, but my husband says he has found a solution to that one (can’t wait).

As the weather got a touch colder, I would normally have started to wear leggings, but of course, I would then lose all the benefits of not wearing panties. I used to wear leggings a lot (as my legs get cold) and occasionally wore trousers (never wore tights anyway). My husband found the solution for my cold legs – thicker stockings. We’ve also bought proper old-fashioned suspenders with metal clips, as they are much more robust for daily wear than plastic clips. I also love the fact that the metal clips show through a tight dress, so everyone knows you are wearing stockings. Weird isn’t it – I hated VPL, but I love my suspender clips showing.

So, armed with thicker stockings, I set about removing from my wardrobe any other item of clothing that touches my cunt. (Of course, apart from my wetting attire, I will also have to wear a swimsuit if naked swimming isn’t an option). All my leggings, trousers and shorts were packed away, and for the last month, I have only worn dresses, skirts, and stockings (for below the waist attire), meaning that for the entire month, I’ve had that fully exposed feeling, which I get a massive thrill from. I love the fact that I could be caught out by a gust of wind at any time – it makes me feel extra naughty.

So, I embark on my third pantyless month with no particular target in mind. I could see this going on for years. I just love feeling naughty, I adore feeling totally exposed under my skirt, I thrive on feeling horny, I love the smile on my husband’s face as I flash at him, and I love how much more freedom he has to play with me unhindered by what for me is now a pretty useless garment. I just love being pantyless!

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