Category: Fucking (Page 14 of 18)

Without A Word

10 April 2020 / KinkyMira

I think Victoria has settled in perfectly. It was only a few days after she had formally moved in, and she came in from work more than a little stressed and not wanting to chat. But it turned out she did want to fuck.

She came into the lounge to find my husband slumped on the sofa watching television and me sitting at the desk doing some admin, both of us naked.

She sank to her knees in front of my husband, moved his legs apart, and then shuffled in between them. She undid the buttons of her blouse, and then pulled it off over her head, releasing her 32GG tits. They sprang and rebounded as she pulled them free of the garment, and they oscillated in a very pleasing way, grabbing his attention away from what he was watching. I wasn’t sure for how much of the day she had been without a bra, but her blouse was quite thin, so I suspect she had used her tits as a distraction technique at work.

She grabbed his cock with her right hand, and lowered her head to meet it, first licking up and down his cock, and particularly round behind his glans, a manoeuvre she knows will immediately bring his cock to attention. She sprinkled in some sucking, focussing on sucking his big head into her mouth and rolling her tongue round it, and finally some serious milking his cock, long strokes with her fingers forming a tight ring around its shaft as she continued to suck in his head. It jumped to attention pretty quickly, and under the ministerings of her hands and mouth, it was getting very hard and very long.

She stood up, and in one swift fluid movement, she continued to pump at his cock with her hand, she clambered onto his lap, lifted up her skirt so it gathered at her waist, and lowered her eager cunt onto his erect cock.

She leant forward, pressing her tits into his chest as she started to ride up and down on his cock. The leaning forward gave me a superb view from behind of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt. What a wondrous sight it was – a close-up view of actual penetration in action. He saw me intently watching her display, so he decided to enhance it by roughly pulling apart her ass cheeks with his hands, improving the already fabulous view by adding her stretched asshole.

I sat closely watching her cunt and asshole for a number of minutes, putting my hands to my cunt, and rubbing my own clit and lips. As the noise level increased from the other two, I heard the noises of him trying to hold on as long as possible before he orgasmed. Vicki recognised the noises too, so her motions riding his cock got much faster and her noise level got much louder, until eventually he stopped her moving and drove his cock deep into her cunt, and I saw the tell-tale pulsing of his muscles and they both made noises that clearly signified he was cumming.

As they breathed quite heavily but lay otherwise motionless, I saw an opportunity for me to not be left out. I left the room, loaded myself into my harness and loaded a dildo into the harness that I know Vicki’s asshole can take, and armed with some lube and a lube syringe, I returned to the lounge.

My husband was making small rocking movements, trying to bring his cock back to life. He saw my strap-on ready to go, and he pulled her cheeks wide apart to improve my access. I sprayed some lube onto her asshole. She didn’t react and continued to lay pressed against him as I emptied the lube syringe into her asshole. Then I nudged the end of the lubed dildo against her asshole, and with my husband stretching it wide, it was easy for the tip of the dildo to slip into her asshole and with a steady even pressure, I pushed the dildo all the way in.

Vicki yelped a little yelp of pleasure as I pushed the dildo home. I love making her make that noise. I started long strokes, slamming into her ass at each inwards stroke. I also felt my husband making his small rocking movements, clearly trying to improve the structural integrity of his cock.

The greedy slut loves both holes being filled, and my silicone cock would wait for his real cock to come back to life, something that happened fairly quickly. Luckily, I was feeling quite well today, so I had enough stamina to be able to give her a long hard pegging, and with a long hard pegging quickly come my rolling orgasms, wave after wave of orgasms as the end of the dildo connects with my increasingly tender clit. My rolling orgasms died away eventually, at about the same time that his cock got really hard and totally filled her, and she started moaning really loudly at the feeling.

My husband synchronised his thrusts with mine, so that we both thrust in at the same time and both pulled out at the same time. This gave her the sensation of having both holes really filled, going quickly to both holes gapingly empty. She orgasmed a couple of times in quick succession, but neither my husband nor I slowed to allow her a chance to recover; we knew her cunt would be really sensitive by now, but that wasn’t stopping us.

Normally, I tire from the physical exertion before her clit can’t take any more, but not today. She eventually begged us to give her clit a break, which we did after her next orgasm. My husband withdrew his cock from her cunt as I withdrew the strap-on from her asshole, and then he rolled her over onto her front so that she was lying on him. He grabbed a tit in each hand and lightly held her in place by them, giving her clit the rest she asked for.

I remembered a discussion he and I had a while ago, and I got what he had in mind. I nipped out of the room and returned with her high-powered mains wand, which I plugged in.

He then started holding her tits firmer and her lower half started flailing around as she squirmed. Amongst the squirming, I grabbed her hips, lifted her legs up so her knees were over my shoulders and lined up my silicone cock with her asshole again (this time with her the other way up), impaling her asshole with a little re-lubing of the dildo.

That significantly reduced her squirming, but her squirming increased again when I applied her wand to her already fragile and overused clit. I pinned her legs either side of my tits as I increased the power of the wand to its maximum, mercilessly holding the wand against her clit as she shrieked as it all got too much.

And then the magic happened. Quite forcefully, and in a vertical direction (as enforced by the dildo in her ass), she began to squirt. It was a fountain of sweet sticky liquid spraying up and mostly covering me and her chest. I held the wand in exactly the same position until the fountain started to drop, then I moved it around trying to extract every last drop of squirt out of her poor body.

When the fountain finally stopped, I removed the wand from her clit, and we all stayed in position, breathless and very happy, none of us in a desperate rush to clean up. The whole session was completed without a word being uttered, such is our friendship, love, and knowledge of each other.

The Best Laid Plans

26 March 2020 / KinkyMira

I don’t remember the government’s guidance on controlling the spread of the Coronavirus including women having to have their cunts licked for well over an hour a day. Victoria is insistent it is worth a try.

My husband is taking the “wash your hands” message to extremes, insisting he thoroughly washes my and Vicki’s cunts, asses, and tits on a daily basis. We must seriously have the cleanest tits in the country – I can guarantee there is no Coronavirus on them, given the amount of time he has spent lathering and then rinsing them off. He similarly lathers our ass cheeks, and we have to bend over to allow him to lather right down the crack and focus on cleaning our assholes. Then while we are bent over, he carefully ensures (from behind) that our cunts, and particularly the folds of our cunt flaps and the hoods around our clits are thoroughly clean. His attention to detail is exemplary.

It has turned into a running joke that anything and everything sexual was to help with Coronavirus. In these days where most of the country has shut down with no end in sight, I think you have to raise a smile. Of course, neither of those things above helps with Coronavirus. None of us want to make light of the current problems, but we three feel we need to make the best of it and keep a smile if we can.

Other than for food shopping, we have been isolating ourselves for a week now. Vicki isn’t staying away in hotels at all, my work has been suspended and my husband is working from home all the time. We therefore have a lot more time on our hands and are using the opportunity to further sort out the flat and of course to fuck more. You expected that, right?

The question of whether we should be having physical contact with each other came up. Obviously, we all live together, so we can still congregate in our flat, and as none of us are in the vulnerable category, government advice is that we can still fuck and have bodily contact. Bloody good job: to be honest, I would struggle not having bodily contact, which is why we came up with our rules for fucking even if one of us has a cold.

Because I am susceptible to viruses, we have been doing all the good hygiene the government is now advising for years (and have barely had a cold because of it). We’ve added in showers immediately when we get home, but apart from that, we think our hygiene record has been proven over the years, so we are going to carry on fucking and having other bodily contact.

I know for some people; social isolation feels like a fate worse than death. They just seem to be incapable of it, but it is absolutely necessary. I have to admit I much prefer dinner parties to pubbing and clubbing these days, but even our dinner parties have been cancelled. We had a party planned for Easter with Laura, Nikki, and their partners – the first such party of the year and way too long since our last party.

We had decided to base the party on some Easter related silliness that my husband and I had done over the years. We have tried a number of things involving eggs, bunnies, and chocolate, and we planned to share a number of the things that worked at the party. Inserting Flakes one-by-one into my cunt and then eating them directly out was what my husband did to me the first Easter that we were together. We’ve also placed Flakes between my ass cheeks and tits, and in all three locations, he has both eaten them directly off me quickly and allowed them to melt a little first. We had ordered a big catering pack of Flakes for the party.

You can use chocolate eggs, like Creme Eggs or Caramel Eggs in a similar way to Flakes. My favourite use for such as egg is placing it between my ass cheeks over my asshole, and letting it melt a lot (with body heat, that doesn’t take long), then having him lick it all out of my crack and cleaning my asshole. My husband also loves inserting one just inside my cunt, leaving it for a good while to melt and then licking my cunt clean.

We’ve found that if you cut the end of one such egg (best done when cold), you can mount it on the end of his cock, with the fondant or caramel sticking to his glans (best done when warm). This is by far the best way to eat such eggs, as you not only get the egg, but you also have to lick it all clean off his glans as well. We’re rather fond of that. We had a load of these eggs in stock too for the party.

One final thing for chocolate is something we started doing a couple of years ago. We have a hollow chocolate egg that needs breaking; we unwrap it; he holds it point up with the other end on a surface (e.g., a plate or tray resting on a chair), I spread my ass cheeks nudge the point against my asshole, he stops holding the egg, and then I sit down, crushing the egg in the process. We’ve found if the egg is cold, it breaks with a minimal amount sticking to my ass. If the egg is warm, rather more of sticks to my ass, and therefore he takes a long time to eat it all off my ass. Both are good, which you do just depends on what you want to do at the time. We had a number of nice hollow eggs in stock too.

Over the years (really working tenuous and cheesy Easter links), we’ve added a few props to our Easter fun. A few years ago, he bought a bunny tail butt plug and matching bunny ears, which I wear for increasing amounts of time over Easter. We definitely were including those in the party – all female participants were going to get their own.

They were also going to get their own yoni eggs, roughly egg-shaped vaginal weights. The ones we had selected were symmetrical and made of glass and were extra-large, meaning our cunts would get a workout. You can use them for Kegel exercises, but I found it is really lovely to just have one inside your cunt and to try to keep it in. I’ve had mine for a year, and I’ve started going out with it in, like I sometimes do with butt plugs; it is a really exhilarating activity. But for the party, we had decided that the female guests would each arrive with one in place, and then keep inserting and removing them as necessary. This party was going to be a real challenge for our cunts.

Of course, we can’t leave out rabbit sex toys, which we were going to use quite a number of, including a particularly vicious mains-powered one that Vicki owns that we were going to use to finish off all the poor clits at the party. It is a monster that rarely gets used, but it was going to be closing act for each woman of the evening and was a real challenge for our clits.

I’m getting horny just writing about our plans, but sadly they are partially on hold. We have rightly cancelled the party, but my husband, Vicki and I are going to have fun with this stuff over Easter, and the whole group will get together once this is all over, hopefully before all the chocolate goes out of date!

What A Difference A Couple Of Years Make

17 February 2020 / KinkyMira

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!

They Think I Might Have Coeliac Disease

17 January 2020 / KinkyMira

It would explain a lot: why my health has deteriorated of late, why my health has been bad for 15 years, why I have all these disparate medical conditions seemingly with no common cause.

Over the last couple of months, my health has been getting worse, and I’ve been feeling less and less like having sex or being kinky. Not me at all.

My husband knows if I don’t have regular sex and intimacy, my mental health suffers, so he has fucked me every day (I insisted on it – I’m not letting our record go either), and kept me well supplied with orgasms, squirtings and spankings, but I certainly haven’t been on my full sluttiest form. Pain does that to you. Feeling like shit does that to you.

And I’m having to make myself feel worse for the tests. I’m having to crowbar gluten in at every turn to make sure the endoscopy gives a true result, and I’m struggling – it isn’t easy eating things you know will make you feel worse.

And I hate not wanting to fuck all the time. It really isn’t me. My husband has been an absolute star. He hasn’t pressurised me at all over the months, but when I’ve felt I could do something sexually, he’s jumped on it and made the most of it. We’ve been having anal most mornings first thing. Anal is the least painful position at the moment, and it made our challenge for the year quite easy too – we ended up doing 58% anal and 42% vaginal, smashing our target of more anal than vaginal.

But the most fabulous part of the last few months has been Victoria, who has been an absolute angel. What she signed up for was staying with us for Christmas and New Year (from 21st December to 6th January), a sixteen day fuckfest and our first experience of us living with each other for a longer stretch, rather than just weekends. After all, it is different living with someone for a longer period rather than just staying occasionally.

You see, it turned out that it wasn’t just me that was feeling our relationships deepening and our love growing. Vicki was slowly drifting away from Friends with Benefits and towards Live-in Lover, which is amazing because when we started, all she wanted was sex; she definitely didn’t want the whole relationship and partners thing. The live-in lover part was perhaps in more long-term thoughts, but we both saw a scenario where, at some point in the future, we all lived together, fucking liberally, and acting as love and support for each other.

Which is how we ended up here. Vicki had been down nearly every weekend for two months now, and it was still fabulous. So, it was time for a test, a solid sixteen day stretch of living together, when life would get in the way of sex. This is the only chance we had for a long test, so we had to do it. Of course, we had no idea my health would have a wobble, so it turned out it was a really good test of life getting in the way of sex

Over the sixteen days, Vicki made me feel very loved, with lots of cuddling, licking, sucking, and fingering and she made me orgasm every day, but it was with my husband that she came into her own. You see he fucked her a lot, over and over. Where we normally share him evenly, she mostly had him to herself. He was as relentless with her as he is with me when it is just the two of us. I don’t think she has ever been fucked by a man as frequently as in those couple of weeks.

And it was a joy to watch. Whilst I certainly wasn’t feeling sexy and didn’t want loads of action of my body, it was fantastic to be able to watch them fuck, to hear her scream with pleasure and to see the look on her face as he brought her to orgasm again and again.

You see very regular sex is very important for his performance. In our early days, my husband and I went through a patch of fairly irregular sex and sometimes only a couple of times a month and his cock didn’t stay as hard for as long, and his ability to cum multiple times almost went away. He turned mortal. But once we got back to every day sex, and then progressed to multiple times a day, he got his performance back, he got his longevity back and he got his rock-hard cock back.

I don’t want that slipping away again, so it was important that he got to fuck someone repeatedly in the break, so Vicki being here and craving cock was an absolute godsend.

Vicki got to see what having lots and lots of sex and kink was really like. Some people tire quickly of sex multiple times a day. Some get bored, some end relationships because of too much sex. It was not a trivial concern, especially in the context of my husband and me, who both seem to need more sex the more sex we have, and it has been like this for years.

I am happy (and very very relieved) that Victoria not only coped with the level of sex and kink, but she seemed to revel in it and crave more and more as time went on. Throughout the entire period, she never said no to sex, not even once. Regardless of how long it was since her previous fuck, how sore she was, or how tired she was, she always said yes. A slut after my own heart.

I think she has become addicted to the taste of my cunt, as we spent hours in my queening chair with her licking me out. I find it pleasurable, very relaxing and it makes me feel very loved. She just loves the taste of a nice juicy cunt, and seemingly mine. It reached the point that she had to use sex toys on me to keep my cunt nice and juicy, so she could carry on licking me. I didn’t complain – I loved the attention my cunt was getting from her tongue, so she could do whatever she liked.

I am so excited for the future. I have my coeliac test next week after which I can cut out gluten completely and hopefully can start to feel less shit. Vicki has rearranged some work stuff so she can spend more evenings with us in the run up to the test, which means I get to watch more amazing sex, my husband gets his cock suitably used and I get some TLC from my amazing lover.

I’ve had trouble writing since I’ve been so ill (in fact, my husband helped me a lot to get this post done). Having a cloudy mind is one of the symptoms of coeliac, so I’m hoping removing gluten allows me to focus again. I hope to be back writing blog posts more regularly in February or March. but above all, I want to feel less shit and more like the slutty, kinky, sex obsessed Mira I love being. Here’s to gluten being the answer.

Getting Closer (Part Three)

18 August 2019 / KinkyMira

Victoria had my strap-on filling her asshole, and my husband’s massive hard cock was filling my asshole. With each thrust my husband was doing, his cock was rubbing inside my asshole, the dildo was rubbing against my clit, and the dildo was rubbing the inside of Victoria’s asshole. Victoria was on the bottom of the pile, with me laying on top of her and my husband holding his weight off us and doing big movements with his hips to pound at my asshole. There was so much stimulation going on that I was totally overwhelmed. I wasn’t moving the dildo in and out of Vicki, but she could feel every pound of my husband directly into her asshole as well as through the parts of my body that were touching her.

My husband was in full flight now, with his cock almost coming out of my asshole with every stroke, alternating with slamming in as hard and as far as he could. Vicki and I were getting louder and louder, which only served to spur him on. I felt Vicki tense under me, just as I was about to tense. My husband must have realised this too, as he called us a pair of sluts and told us to cum for him. That finished me off and I tensed and started to cum. He didn’t slow down and only a few seconds later, Vicki shrieked out and I knew she was cumming too. With one last thrust in, I felt his cock expand in my asshole, and I felt the tell-tale throb of him cumming in my ass. He pulsed a number of times cumming at each pulse, doing a few small strokes in between pulses to keep himself going. I knew I had a massive amount of cum in me, and I felt amazing.

After a short while, I felt his cock shrinking out of my ass, and suddenly it went from very full to very empty, a feeling that always makes me crave the next time my ass is filled. He climbed off and knelt beside us. With a loving smile, he leant in and kissed me and Vicki, both quite long passionate kisses, all the time, the strap-on was still buried in Vicki’s ass. He noted our mouths tasted of each other’s cunts (something of which he approved), and he asked Vicki if she wanted to share an anal cream pie (of course the slut did!). He undid my harness, and I clambered off, leaving the dildo still buried in Vicki’s ass. He then helped her to roll over, so she was lying face up on the sofa with her own weight keeping the dildo in position. He pushed her across and squeezed on the sofa next to her, and I crouched over them and presented my asshole alternately to them to allow them to suck the cum out of my asshole. I’ve always found felching to be an extremely intimate act, so to be this intimate with both of them at the same time was amazing.

When they had finished, my husband rinsed his mouth out, then licked our cunts clean, Vicki first, then me. We were in an awful mess again, and he was so gentle in licking us clean that he didn’t start to get us aroused again, although that may have been because we were sexually exhausted from our efforts, and our cunts needed a rest.

Vicki and I cuddled up on the sofa (Vicki’s ass still dildo-filled), filled in the fuck diary again and then started to drift off to sleep. I heard my husband say that whichever of us woke up first, he was going to fuck, and we both said OK as we drifted off.

I woke up alone on the sofa and went to find them. Vicki was leaning her ass against the kitchen table having whipped cream sucked off her nipples. My husband stopped to kiss me as I entered the kitchen and told me Vicki’s cunt needed cleaning again. I knelt down in front of her and licked his cum out of her and cleared her of cunt juice. He offered me the whipped cream, so I applied several loads to her clit, licking her clean each time. Once I’d had enough cream, I stood up and he licked some cream licked off my nipples too, whilst I took the chance to play with his cock, which was becoming hard again.

Once his cock got to its full glorious hardness, he manoeuvred me over to the sink, and bent me over it in one of my favourite positions, with my tits dipping into the water as he fucks me. He nudged my legs further apart with his foot, and then, in one swift fluid movement, he buried his cock into my cunt. I reared up with the power with which he impaled me, and he grabbed my hips and held them in place whilst he repeatedly drove into my cunt. I was instantly wet again (my cunt, not just my tits), and his powerful and rhythmic thrust was taking all my attention. He slowed down his thrusting, probably meaning he was near, so I tried to squeeze his cock with my cunt, and I made him lose control and pump cum into me repeatedly.

Once he finished and his cock has shrunk out of me, I felt his hand in the centre of my back, holding my tits in the water, and then I felt Vicki’s tongue contact my clit. She went straight in for the kill; really focussing on my clit, which was quite sensitive by this point. I really felt like telling her to stop, but I couldn’t. She made me orgasm again, this time as quickly as she could and virtually entirely from clit action. Only then did she lick the rest of my cunt out, both sucking out and swallowing his cum and my cunt juices. She finished off my sucking the final whipped cream off my very tender clit, switching between very gentle (which is what my clit needed) and very rough (which was right on the border of the pleasure/pain threshold).

When the whipped cream was all gone, I got up and dried off my tits. When I put my attention back on to my husband and Vicki, he was leaning with his ass against the kitchen table, and she was on her knees in front of him, with his limp cock in her mouth. She looked up at him and nodded her approval. She then started gulping down his piss.

I leant against the sink, watching the two people I love being kinky again, and I realised how lucky I am to be where I am. This is going to take a while to get my head round. I love my husband more than I had ever done, and yet, there is a big place in my heart for Vicki too. How the fuck did that happen? I didn’t realise that was even possible, and yet here I was.

I needed time to think about what to do now. I felt like I wanted to say something there and then. Were the other two feeling the same? If so, did that change anything? In my head, I could see a scenario where we were all in love with each other, but Vicki didn’t want a relationship, just sex, so actually, that was fairly unlikely. My biggest problem was that I didn’t want to mess up this relationship, as it is amazing as it is. If we were all in love with each other though, that would be something else entirely.

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