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Sleepy Anal and How It Helped To Improve My Mood

18 September 2018 / KinkyMira

It has been a busy few months, what with new opportunities, and life in general. There hasn’t been much time for sex and given a choice between writing about fucking and actual fucking, I am afraid that actual fucking wins every time. I’ve got a cunt and an asshole to fill and a husband with a girthy cock to fill them, so I’m making the most of it. After all, we’ve got records to uphold.

I still haven’t worn any panties in nine months, and we’ve still fucked at least once every day since mid-December. I’m particularly proud of those, especially the last one, which has been really difficult to maintain at times, given how busy we have been. We probably owe our continuing record to something my husband has perfected, the sleepy anal fuck.

It started one morning when he woke up with a rock hard cock. I was face down with my ass uncovered, and he really wanted to lube up my asshole and slip his cock in. He didn’t though, as it seemed a little rapey given we’d never spoken about it, and without waking me, he wouldn’t have my consent. I love him so much for that – a lot of men would have ploughed on regardless.

Anyway, whilst he was cunt fucking me later in the day, he was talking about what he saw and what he wanted to do to my poor asshole. We’d never done anything sleepy sex wise, but I knew someone who loved it, because of its dreaminess and unreal feeling. So, I told him next time he was in that situation, he was to give it a go (unless I pushed him off or showed signs of distress).

A few mornings later, I awoke and was aware of a fabulous dream where I’d been ass fucked for quite a long time. I felt so relaxed and that sort of happy you only get from a dream, and I felt tremendously loved. I put my hand round to my asshole, and sure enough, there was the sticky evidence of lube round my asshole. It wasn’t a dream. He really had fucked my asshole, and he managed to do so without waking me from my dreamy state (which is quite an achievement in itself).

That dreamy ecstatic feeling didn’t leave me all day. I only had fuzzy memories of the fuck, so I was keen to hear from him (when he got in from work) what had actually happened. He said rather than tell me, he’d demonstrate on me, if I would pretend to be asleep. Any excuse for an ass fuck!

Anyway, he stripped me off and loaded me onto the bed in roughly the right position, and I closed my eyes and let him start. It was slightly weird, as we’re pretty chatty during sex, but this was quiet. He slightly moved my position and began lubing up my asshole. I then felt the tip of his cock nudging against my hole, as he started to push in. I couldn’t help but smile as he began a very slow and deliberate fuck. He was on top of me and was trying to hold his weight off me (more than he would if I was awake). As he put his mouth towards my ear, he started whispering things, like how much he loved me, how greedy my asshole was and how much cum he was going to deposit. He was so gentle, careful, and yet firm and deliberate. He’d clearly been planning how best to fuck me and not wake me, and it worked well.

It lasted about forty minutes before my husband exploded and dumped a massive load of cum inside my ass. I actually wondered if I was starting to drift off then, as I had a dreamy sort of happiness. He withdrew and just left my ass is a mess – my way of knowing what he had done whilst I was in my dreamy state.

Sleepy anal is unlike anything else we’ve tried in how it makes me feel. I love the feeling of sleepy anal, the fuzziness of the memories, the trying to work out if it was real or not. I love that he deliberately doesn’t clean up my asshole, so that I had something to feel when I put my hand round – he thought it was important that I knew that I had been ass-fucked.

On several occasions and because of the heat, the early morning sleepy anal fuck was the only sex we had on that day. That kept up the record, as well as exercising my asshole and my imagination. But getting a fuck in early also meant there was much more chance for a second fuck in the day too.

You see, I’m horny a lot at the moment. We have busy lives, so only normally get a couple of hours together of a weeknight. During that time, we fuck and are generally kinky and filthy. Of a weekend, we often fuck twice a day (or sometimes more if we can), but we’ve never found a way to fuck more during the week, without him waking me up. We never thought of this, and yet it is so obvious really. I wake up with a warm fuzzy and loved feeling, and it gets our average up to near twice a day.

But far more important than keeping up the record is my mood. We worked out a long time ago that my mood and mental health deteriorate if I’m not getting fucked regularly, and the longer I go, the lower I get. My husband sometimes jokes that he’s giving me my medicine, but actually, it is very serious. The more I’m fucked, the happier I am; the less I’m fucked, the lower my mood gets. I had a patch of low mood over the summer, despite daily fuckings, but I quickly pulled out of it this time; at times in the past, it has been very bad. I put that down to the daily fucks, and to sleepy anal, which sets my mood better early in the day.

My husband takes his responsibilities of keeping me thoroughly fucked and making me feel loved very seriously, and this year has been my best year since we’ve been together mood-wise. I think that it is in no small part down to our fabulous sex life – it is 261 days into the year, and (thanks to my husband’s diary), we know we’ve fucked 417 times (as well as being kinky at other times). We averaged 10 fucks a week early on, but sleepy anal has allowed us to get our average nearer 13 fucks a week. If we get the average up a little more, we should get to 600 fucks in the year, and that is definitely our target now. I was convinced I’d get bored of sex, that it wouldn’t be special because of the volume, but as yet, that hasn’t happened. The more sex I have, the more I want, and the quality hasn’t deteriorated either; if anything, it is better now than it was a year ago. I realise some people have real issues with this amount of sex, but in our case, our sex drives are now pretty well matched. We want to fuck or be kinky or filthy all the time.

I Love The Word Cunt

25 April 2018 / KinkyMira

You may have noticed whilst reading this blog that I use the word cunt a lot here. It is my favourite word for so many reasons. It is so rare for a single word to be able to enrage, excite, upset, or offend – no other word can do the same. It is such a simple word, one syllable, crisp sound, straight forward spelling and yet it has so much power. Cunt is one of the few remaining words in the English language with a genuine power to shock.

I try to use cunt as much as I can both in the context of a vulgar word for female genitalia and as a term of disparagement, even though it is generally regarded as unsuitable for normal public usage. As a term of disparagement, it is second to none. Sometimes cunt is just the only adequate word to describe a person, it is the only word that contains the venom!

I realise that this is now the more common usage, but I think the word is best used for female genitalia. I use pussy in fairly polite company, but I use cunt as much as I can (including in this blog). I much prefer it. I love the way it sounds; I love the slight harshness of the word. I’m with those that think of cunt as a positive word, a badge of honour to be celebrated. I don’t subscribe to the belief that it is a disparaging term that reinforces a dehumanisation of women by reducing them to body parts. No, I’m proud of my cunt, and I’m proud to use the word cunt as frequently as I can without causing problems.

It is also the single word that gets my cunt instantly wet. My husband can lean over and whisper in my ear how he is going to fill my greedy cunt later on, and within seconds, I’m wet, horny, and looking for a way to get alone with him. It was the use of a whispered cunt that led to me removing my panties for him for the first time. It was the use of a firmly spoken cunt that led to me first opening my legs and letting my husband lick me. It was the use of a loudly spoken cunt that led to me being fucked over a fallen tree in a remote part of a forest. It was the use of a whispered cunt that led to the first time we fucked on someone else’s sofa.

I also use a lot of other cunt-based words and phrases. Firstly, vagina or vaginal are often inaccurate as terms which often should refer instead to a vulva rather than a vagina. That inaccuracy annoys me. I hate other euphemistic terms like snatch and clunge even more. I find vajajay to be mildly amusing, but don’t really use the term much. Pussy is the best of the rest, but I would happily use cunt exclusively if society would permit.

Secondly, the use of vaginal in phrases is inconsistent with the short crispness of the words anal and oral. Cuntal however is a term that is in keeping, and works seamlessly in all cases, (for example, anal sex, cuntal sex and oral sex). I specifically like cuntal and the cuntal region as they are clearly defined even if you have never heard the terms.

Thirdly, terms such as fuck are not specifically cuntal by nature. For us, a fuck could be almost any penetrative sexual act. (For example, if I’m going to fuck my husband, that means a strap-on buried in his ass). Therefore, to correctly specify the type of fuck, the word cunt is again better than vagina (e.g., ass fuck, cunt fuck and mouth fuck).

The first time I heard my husband use the word cunt was in the early days of our relationship when he said he wanted to do a cunt inspection. It felt so good to have him intimately inspect me in great detail, as I did (and still do) love any touch of him on my body, but I was also pleased by his use of the word cunt. When he saw the happiness and enjoyment I got from the cunt inspections, he added cunt maintenance (and later, ass inspections and ass maintenance too). We both still enjoy doing them all on a regular basis, and now we have Victoria, he has second opportunity for inspections and maintenance, and he sometimes has a cunt buffet (where he has two cunts available to lick at the same time and he can switch backwards and forward between the two). Unsurprisingly, he likes those!

As we are both very comfortable with the word cunt, we use cunt-based phrases regularly. He’s particularly pleased when I have a cunt leak; he loves the mixture of his cum and my cunt juice oozing out of my cunt given my pantyless state, especially when I am out and about. Where I can, I like to leave the mess for him to clean up, which he is normally eager to do. I’m not sure he realises the amount of willpower it takes for me to have a messy cunt, as historically, I didn’t really like being left in a messy state and would go almost immediately to clean up. He seems intent on making me have a messy cunt as often as possible, and all the practice is making it easier to leave it for him. He delights if I have a cunt pearl, which is the first drop of semen secreting from my cunt in a cream pie. He’s a very skilled cunt licker, after he was extensively trained in the task by some girls at uni. I also frequently do cunt skimming, where I wear no panties (obviously) and a skirt that is so short that you can see my cunt. I only do that in adult company though with people who will appreciate it.

There are so many other phrases that are just better with the word cunt. Cunt lips and cunt flaps are two I love (although I do use piss flaps in pissy contexts). Honey Cunt is a lovely crisp name for a dessert. My husband likes Cummy Cunt too, although that is more of a starter, and he often partakes of cunt gobbling, which is the act of viciously devouring a cunt.

We’ve also enjoyed cunt chugging, which is the act of pouring a beer or champagne into my cunt then turning me over to chug the drink directly out of my cunt, and afterwards, I would need to have a cunt flush, which is a good wash out with a douche or even shower attachment, a rare treat, but sometimes a necessity.

With the snow a few years ago, before I had my Mirena, the timing of my period was such that I was able to do a cunt slushy, which is when I sat in the snow and my period blood mixed with it, to create a pink slushy-like substance. That was fun, although rather cold! Previously, my period was never well timed, and I’d not been able to tick this one off the list before.

I have so many happy memories associated with the word cunt. I love the word cunt. I think it will be my favourite word for ever.

Fucking Our Friend Victoria (Part One)

21 April 2018 / KinkyMira

We hadn’t seen Victoria for about three months since she sucked off my husband and cum-kissed me. It wasn’t for any reason of awkwardness, more that her work took her to the other end of the country.

When she did finally get work our way, I suggested she stay with us, and that there would always be a bed for her with us. I hoped she would remember that there was only one bed in our place, but that it was a super king size, so there was more than enough room for three. Without explicitly saying, I was offering more than a blow job and cummy kiss. Happily, she realised, and she was eager to fuck too.

Having dealt with the weirdness of arranging a visit which we all knew would end up with fucking, but neither of us actually said so (not something to which we give a second thought now), Vicki and I had a long girly chat on the phone one evening, when my husband was working late.

It was a really lovely chat. Basically, she was happy to go along with what we decided. Ideally, she wanted cock and cum, she wanted kink, she wanted to fuck me, and she was very happy to teach me anything I wanted to know. In return, I knew my husband wanted to fuck her ass (he always had since he first saw it in a tight pair of jeans) and so I told her. Of course, he’d fuck her cunt too, and I explained about his preference for cunt and ass rather than blow jobs, and I said her taste for cum would quite often be filled by snowballing or cleaning his cock with her mouth. She was happy with that. I was also there to provide cunt and to be an eager lesbian student. She was happy with that too!

We also made a rather a monumental decision – my husband would fuck her bareback, just like he fucks me. She hates condoms too (as do we) and loves the feeling of cum being deposited in her holes (as do I!). She has a Mirena too, so we didn’t need to worry about pregnancy, and we agreed we would all have sexual health checks the week before (and then be exclusive from then until our time together). She also memorised our safe word, and we both went through our red lines over which we will not step. Like ours, her red lines were minimal, but important.

The scene was set. The tests were all carried out and proved clear, and the evening of her arrival soon came.

She walked through the door in a stunning business suit. She came up to me, put her arms round me as if to hug me, yet started to gently kiss me. The gentle kiss turned into a full-blown tonsil-sucking snog that went on for ages. It was an amazing kiss. As we eventually broke, we looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. She said she’d wanted to do that for ages, and I told her she could do it whenever she wanted.

She turned round to my husband and threw her arms round his neck and started snogging him. Weirdly, I felt really proud. As she was sucking on his tonsils, I realised that it was actually happening. We’d got ourselves a lover. Lips are for lovers, and she can have all 4 of mine. My husband would be doing disgusting things with her within a matter of seconds, and I fucking loved it. I was immensely happy to be sharing my man (of which she was insanely jealous at one point) and I wanted him to make her squirm, scream and cum like he has always made me. He’s an enormously attentive lover, so I’m sure he would. She also said on the phone that I’d probably cum more in that day than in any other. I knew I wouldn’t be getting my husband’s cock any more that day (as I had my daily fuck in the morning before work), but I’d be getting the best she can do in between him ploughing her. I couldn’t wait.

As they snogged, she used her right hand to play with his cock through his trousers. I decided to help, so I reached round her and undid his trousers, slipping them to the floor. (He wasn’t wearing pants in expectation). As I stepped back to admire her now playing with his cock, I realised I could undo her skirt at the back and slip that down. She wasn’t wearing panties and as well as her ass, I got to view my husband’s cock getting very hard in her hand.

Being careful to step out of the clothes, he manoeuvred her round so that she was resting against the wall (all without breaking the kiss). Then, he pushed his cock between her cunt flaps and then, firmly drove his cock deep into her cunt. She cried out with pleasure (finally breaking the kiss) and then he began a firm steady hard rhythm, penetrating her against an unyielding wall, and then coming almost all the way out on every stroke. His drive is really powerful against a hard wall, and she was getting every ounce of that drive. I stepped back to take in the full majesty of his every thrust. Her body seemed to recoil at each drive, then follow him back as he pulled out.

I could see from his face that he was well in control, despite his cock being hard and enormous, so he wasn’t about to come any time soon. She was though I thought, as her body started to push against his cock and writhe around a little. As she came, she grabbed on to him tightly, but he didn’t break rhythm. She opened her eyes, and looked at him, and realised what he was going to do.

And so, with her arms round his neck, she held on for the ride. He made her cum four times in total before he lost control and filled her cunt with cum. As his cock slipped out of her cunt, her legs slightly collapsed, so I sat her on the edge of the chair that lives in our hall. She leant back and he stepped over her legs to dangle his cock in her face. She wasn’t about to be able to get him hard so soon, but she was able to clean his cock with her mouth. In the meantime, I opened her legs a little, dropped to my knees and started licking at her cunt. I like the taste of cum (I just don’t like having to give a blow job to get it), so sucking cum out of Victoria’s cunt was an ideal way for me to get it. As I flicked my tongue over her clit, I felt her body twitch, and the evil part of me decided to see if I could get her to cum some more. I managed two more orgasms from her before her body gave out, and we left her to rest, still in the hall, naked from the waist down and slumped in a chair.

Soon, she might come out of the hall and get into the main part of our home!

Introducing Victoria

12 April 2018 / KinkyMira

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.

Four Become Six (Part Three)

18 March 2018 / KinkyMira

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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