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Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Three)

3 July 2024 / KinkyMira

Anna had already cum once, quite massively, pressed against a wall being masturbated by my husband’s fingers, but she was already so close to cumming again, quite a surprise as she really hadn’t had a cock inside her cunt for that long.

But it was my husband’s cock, and he had a thing for her. He had wanted to fuck her ever since he first met her, and two years of anticipation and pent up lust was manifesting itself in the size and rigidity of his cock and the vigorousness and relentlessness of his fuck, and she absolutely loved it, and would happily take every second of his adoration, every inch of his cock, every drop of his cum, every lick of his tongue. Even after such a short time, she knew it was a special fuck and her body gave away just how much she loved it. Even though she was fighting the orgasm, she knew it would be massive and draining, and was totally inevitable. She just knew he’d love making her scream, making her twist and turn, making her shudder, making her cum.

My husband had warmed up fingering Rose to orgasm, licking her cunt clean and then sliding his cock into and out of her cunt, so when he switched to fingering Anna, his cock was already very hard and fingering the cunt of the one he desired did nothing to reduce his hardness. So, when he finally impaled her cunt with her bent over the bottom of the stairs, he very quickly began rubbing all those sensitive places deep inside Anna’s cunt.

She was trying to fight it, trying to stop her orgasm with every fibre of her being, but he was hitting all the perfect spots inside her, relentlessly, precisely in rhythm, so she knew she wouldn’t last much longer if he just kept that rhythm up. She had a quick look round, and Tanya seemed to be on her way to cumming too, but Rose and I were nowhere near. Of course, Anna didn’t know Rose had already cum once, so would have a long build up before the next one, and I had effectively been edged by successive men, with breaks in fucking when I was well on the way to cumming. I was desperate to cum myself, but I was loving the visual feast and breathing in the all round aroma of sex.

Anna’s orgasm caught her unawares as it broke, her cries making everyone look at her, breaking the rather forced and breathless conversation for a moment.

All through her orgasm, as she had little repeated shuddering bends of her waist as the contractions happened, he kept to rhythm and kept slamming in. His rhythm just extended her orgasm, making it both massive and drawn out.

As the orgasm finally came to an end, she went to stop him, her intention was for just a moment’s pause to recover from such a massive cumming, but then she remembered she wasn’t allowed to. No matter how exhausted she was from her two huge extended orgasms, she knew she had to let him ruthlessly keep driving into her, pounding away at her sensitive and well used cunt. She knew, like all the women there, that they had to let the men keep fucking them, and she knew that the men would drag orgasm after orgasm out of them. They would be relentless. They would be unforgiving. And she liked it that way. We all did.

You see, the morning after their first and unplanned fucking, no one really mentioned the sex before they left. It was a little surreal, ignoring the elephant in the room, but everyone seemed happy though and there wasn’t even an ounce of regret on display. It was only when the women got together a few days later that the event was discussed in some detail.

Fundamentally, they all agreeing they wanted a collective fuck again. As I well knew, multiple men cumming inside you, whilst making you cum until you could cum no more, all under the watchful eyes of others, is rather addictive.

But a planned orgy is a very different thing from an unplanned fuck-fest, and the women soon realised that there needed to be rules of engagement for a planned fuck, just so that everyone knew where they stood, but they wanted to keep the number of rules to a minimum.

Anna was rather persuasive in explaining how the unplanned fuck had basically been a Free Use event, and the women all eventually agreed to formalise Free Use for the next one.

In the context of their party, Free Use meant that any of the men could sexually do anything they wanted to any of the women, and the women could not say no: they had to do it, whether they wanted to or not. That’s big, but in the context of their first fuck-fest, that was actually not really a change and had basically happened naturally. The women loved how they were passed around mid-fuck, with the men really taking charge of this and ensuring everyone got their fair share of fucking and cumming, and no one said no to anything, the central tenet of Free Use.

Anna had become rather obsessed with watching Free Use porn (as indeed have I over recent months), and she loved the whole Free Use world, especially those scenarios where the sex isn’t even mentioned, and Anna got tremendously excited and was very happy that they all agreed to not mention the sex at any point. They also decided that, as with the first fuck-fest, the men each had to fuck all the women and not focus on one. Whilst the men giving way to other men was voluntary, as a new twist, if a woman was being worked on by her husband and one of the other men wanted to work on her, the husband had to give way: in effect, the husbands were the lowest men on the pecking order.

And as an additional twist, whilst the men were recovering, they would be ordering the women how to play with each other. The women could choose to play with each other too, but the men’s orders overrode the women’s choice.

The set-up was divine, and I do love the lewdness that seems to come from fucking someone else in front of your partner; it seems to hype up the intensity.

And they wanted to invite me and my husband to join them. They thought we were a perfect couple to add to the mix. I mean, we are!

I don’t think there was any doubt I wanted to accept, but the Free Use thing did force some discussions with me and my husband. I used to have concerns about anything that seems forced or coerced, and it was a big turn off. But recently, with the role play scenarios I’ve been coming up with, I’ve clearly been drifting towards a more forced vibe and I’ve been OK with it. When my head is in the right place, I actually really enjoy feeling and being used sexually, and I have come to enjoy those forced scenarios. And I was going always going to do join the party, because, fundamentally, I’m not going to miss out on a fuck-fest on my doorstep. I wanted to see my husband have the ecstasy of fucking Anna. I knew what she’d be getting. And the others. I wanted to taste some glorious cunts. I wanted to get fucked over and over, being watched and having fucking to watch.

And most of all, I wanted to totally submit to Free Use. I was excited, I was ready. And I got my way.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Two)

21 June 2024 / KinkyMira

The doorbell rang, and Rose’s husband shouted that the door was open and to come on in. Quite risky really as Rose’s husband was fucking me face down on the sofa whilst Rose was bent over an armchair being fucked by my husband. It could have been anyone knocking.

As the hard cocks rhythmically slid in and out of our cunts, Anna and her husband emerged from the porch, brandishing a platter of canapés. I felt Rose’s husband’s cock pull out of my cunt as he took the food to the kitchen.

I didn’t move, feeling a cool breeze blow over my slick but gaping cunt, until Anna’s husband pushed Anna’s head down behind me and I felt her tongue start to lick my juicy cunt. Anna had a great tongue and I wriggled as she licked my cunt, hoovering up my thick juices. I’d have to get her in the bottom half of my queening chair one day.

Anna’s husband, whilst offering us greetings, went over towards Rose and pulled his cock through his fly. Rose, whilst still being rhythmically impaled by my husband’s cock, eagerly took Anna’s husband’s cock in her mouth and started working it to get it hard, running her tongue up and down it, pushing his glans against the back of her throat, and squeezing his length with a ring of her fingers as she pulled his cock out and rested her teeth behind his glans. The impromptu spit roast didn’t last long though, as soon he was rock hard and pulled out of her mouth.

I think my husband realised what Anna’s husband wanted and pulled out of Rose’s cunt as Anna’s husband approached, his hands replacing my husband’s on Rose’s hips and in a swift movement impaling her already slick cunt with his hard cock.

Knowing full well that my husband would want to get in Anna’s cunt as soon as possible, I knew her tongue would soon be leaving my cunt. He gently pulled on Anna’s pony tail to get her up off her knees, and removed her jumper, freeing her amazing braless tits. He roughly grabbed each tit in turn, squeezing it, licking and gently biting the nipple in between kissing her lips.

The wetness of my now lonely cunt felt that cool breeze for a little longer this time, until Rose’s husband’s hands took my hips again and he impaled my cunt, continuing his thrusting where he left off. The breaks in fucking were helping his stamina, but not helping me cum, and I knew it would be a long hard fuck before I finally got there.

My husband gently pushed Anna to the wall, and immediately started working her cunt with his fingers, expertly and relentlessly working his fingers knuckles deep into her cunt, working her clit and lips with his thumb and forefinger, his hard work rewarded with giving her a shuddering and extended orgasm. Without giving her a chance to recover, he then bent her over at the foot of the stairs, pushing her head onto the stair carpet, pushing her feet apart with his foot and then holding on to a tit in each hand as his hard cock pushed between her cunt lips and buried deep inside her, thrusting strongly and twisting her tits to control her body, making conversation really difficult for her.

Two more voices yelled hello, and a number of us yelled to come in, with Rose’s husband adding to lock the door after they came in. Tanya and her husband, bearing a gift of cheesecake and trifle, entered the room, and once again, Rose’s husband left my cunt gaping. This time though, it wasn’t empty for long, as Tanya’s husband took over from Rose’s fucking me, his barely hard cock growing quickly as my moist cunt enveloped it, but I knew it would be an even longer fuck as the rubbing was slowly getting him harder and harder. The relentlessness of the rhythm and rigidity of two different cocks had made me desperate to cum, but frustratingly, changing cocks had made me wait.

Tanya’s husband took over from Anna’s in fucking Rose’s cunt, meaning that was three cocks that had fucked Rose’s cunt in quick succession. And she fucking loved it!

Anna’s husband made Tanya suck his cock to get Rose’s taste in her mouth, before he stood her against the wall, freed her tits for the obligatory groping and then started fucking Tanya’s cunt, gently at first until she was slick enough to take the pounding she craved and was expecting.

And the total joy was that none of the eight of us had even mentioned sex or acknowledged that it was happening. Despite the fucking, we were trying to hold sensible conversations. It was crazy. And glorious.

What Rose and Tanya explained to me that evening in my lounge was that one evening, towards the end of a respectable dinner party, the six friends started fucking each other. No one could quite remember how it started, but the men were passing the women round as and when they liked, the women were going from hard cock to hard cock with total abandon, to such an extent that no one can really remember who made who cum. But cum they did, and then after the men were all spent, the women started licking cum from each other’s cunts, in a visual display that made those spent cocks start to spring back to life.

Once the women saw the effect they were having, a blow job chain was set up, where the cocks were passed from mouth to mouth until they were all hard again, and then the women once again were repeatedly impaled by cock after cock, this time entirely for the women’s pleasure, as the men had little more cum to give. All the women orgasmed again, and then, in a cum filled daze, they all slumped and went to sleep, each woman in the arms of a man that wasn’t their husband.

The whole evening was fuelled by a heady mix of sheer lust, total abandon, and familiarity with each other, and no one even thought of not carrying on once they started. They were just six friends fucking each other, in any combination, in any position, just enjoying each other’s bodies and giving each other raw animal pleasure.

I was getting excited at their descriptions, and I found myself rubbing my dress against my pantyless cunt a little, more out of instinct than a deliberate action, and Tanya was doing the same in front of me. Rose noted my movements with a smile, saying we’re all friends and it was OK for me to make myself cum. I wasn’t going to say no, and as if to encourage me, Tanya lifted up her dress as I did, and we both started using our fingers to work our respective cunts. The sight was too much for Rose, who very soon had her hand at her revealed cunt too. The visual stimulation of three naked cunts being masturbated tipped us all over the edge. We all came in quick succession, and we each shared our sticky fingers with the other women, giving me my first taste of their cunts and them of mine. And divine they were too. I’d enjoy licking their cunts in the future.

My thoughts were interrupted by Tanya pointing out that is why they were talking to me, and I felt a glow, a sort of pride, that they knew me well enough to have an idea what I’d want to do. And there was more to come, as I was still intrigued as to why Tanya ended up being visibly fucked by Anna’s husband in the middle of the night.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part One)

5 June 2024 / KinkyMira

My husband and I walked into Rose and her husband’s lounge, and my husband presented hers with a couple of bottles of wine. He seemed pleased with our choices, but quickly put them down and turned his attention to me. I had taken my shawl off and given it to my husband to hang up, and as my husband turned away to do so, Rose’s husband, without saying a word to me, pulled my roll-neck jumper up from my waist to reveal my tits, which he knew on that night would not be encased by a bra. I knew I wouldn’t need one. I knew my tits would be out in seconds.

As I carried on the greetings with Rose, who was verbally ignoring her husband’s actions, he picked up each of my tits in turn, sucked on the nipple and had a very gentle chew, something he knew would be making my cunt very moist very quickly. After dealing with both nipples, he squeezed and kneaded my tits for a bit; that always gets me excited, and he knew it.

When he was satisfied with his working of my tits, he just let them go, gravity accelerating them downwards before my body slightly painfully put on the brakes. He then picked up the bottles and took them into the kitchen. Without adjusting my clothing, with my tits still very much out on display, I sat on the sofa, carrying on conversing with Rose about something mundane, with her ignoring my half naked appearance.

My husband, having hung up my shawl, came back into the room and, seeing my tits already out, went straight over to Rose. He held out a hand to her, like a man asking a woman to dance, and she took it, getting up out of her seat. He pulled at the waistband of her top and pulled it up, her lifting her arms to aid removal. Also braless, her tits were dragged up with the fabric and then pulled free and dropped and bounced into view. My husband roughly grabbed one of her tits in each hand and squeezed and kneaded them, ultimately focussing on squashing her nipples each between a thumb and forefinger. Such harsh tit work was making conversation hard for her, but she persisted.

I felt a presence next to me and felt a hand on the back of my head as Rose’s husband turned my head towards his cock, which was sticking out from his trousers. I replied to Rose’s last comment before taking his cock in my mouth and starting to work it with my tongue. As I took his length, my head bobbed backwards and forwards, and I always took care to release his cock from my mouth so that I could reply to what Rose was saying, before immediately taking his cock back into my mouth and working until it was long and hard.

In the meantime, my husband positioned Rose over the arm of the chair. As she bent over it, her short skirt rode up to reveal her pantyless state and her beautiful ass and glistening cunt.

His hand went straight to her cunt and, with her still trying to hold the mundane conversation with me, he started masturbating her, gently at first and then with increasing intensity and harshness. His working her cunt was making it hard for her to string a sentence together, but she persisted. She had to, even when he lent forward and pulled at her tits, encouraging them to wobble and snap backwards and forwards even more as her body moved to his fingers.

Despite holding the conversation, Rose still shrieked as my husband’s fingering brought her to her first orgasm of the night, and instead of carrying on fingering her as I thought he would, he took his hand away and dropped to his knees, bringing his tongue and mouth to her juicy cunt to enjoy the fruits of his labours.

Watching another man lick his wife’s cunt seemed to make Rose’s husband particularly hard, and as he withdrew his cock from my mouth, he twisted me on the sofa, pushing me round so that my face was against the seat and my ass and cunt were in mid-air. Pushing up my skirt and holding onto my hips, he just lined up and drove his cock into my already slick cunt, slippery from all the tit-manhandling and cock-sucking. I turned my head to answer Rose again and saw that my husband standing again and that his cock was buried in her cunt, his ass muscles rippling as he drove into her, holding her hips to accentuate his drive, at the same time as her husband was holding my hips and driving his cock into my cunt. Nothing was said about the sex, just about where Rose had gone shopping and what she had bought.

This is going to take a lot of explaining.

This all started with me being convinced that there was a seedy underbelly to this village. Underneath the idyllic charm, underneath the rural beauty, underneath the prim and proper exterior, I was sure there was lots of sordid goings-on, lots of depravity, lots of sex. But I didn’t have a sniff of it for ages after we moved in, and even then, there wasn’t a lot.

The village had balls; you know old style dances. Invitation only, and we were invited. The outfits were fabulous. The men of course had suits, cabaret ones, tuxedos or full three-piece ones, and I do love a man in a suit: makes me wet just thinking about it. For the women, the outfits were much more flamboyant, much more adventurous, much more revealing. Sometimes, our dresses were tight or had very short skirts, not leaving that much to the imagination (especially if you weren’t wearing panties, and I can tell you I was far from being alone in that). Sometimes, they were gowns, long with splits as deep as our hips, again somewhat risky without panties. That was the fun of it. Some fucking always happened out the back of the venue, quite a few couples not just us, but whilst it was public, it was always discrete.

We always seemed to end up outside fucking round the back of the village hall at the same time as Rose and her husband and Anna and her husband, and on the back of those simultaneous fucks, we all turned into good friends. I knew my husband really wanted to fuck Anna, but that wasn’t on the cards, and I think he was content with just watching her get fucked out of the corner of his eye, and I was the lucky recipient of a ridiculously hard cock whilst he was watching her; his cock didn’t hide what he really wanted. You know how much how I love watching sex and being watched, so those were great nights.

The only other sniff of debauchery I had was a few weeks before the scene mentioned at the start of this post, where I saw one of my female neighbours in the middle of the night, naked bent over the kitchen sink (and facing the window with the blind fully up), clearly being fucked by the man behind her, whilst her tits snapped backwards and forwards in clear view of anyone out there. I had hoped I wasn’t seen, but I was mesmerised and stayed watching (and masturbating with my skirt lifted up, hiding nothing in the process) until they were both finished, and I was so turned on that I had to wake my husband to do the same to me (although our kitchen is at the back, so it was private).

But clearly, they must have seen me, because a week later, she was at my front door with Rose, who was also a good friend of hers. Her name was Tanya, and it turned out that the man fucking her wasn’t her husband, and I hadn’t recognised him as Anna’s husband, and as Rose told me, my heart sank a little for Anna, as I thought her husband was having an affair. But equally, my heart was pounding as I had finally found some more debauchery, sordidness and sex, and secretly, I loved it.

But everything was not as it seemed, and there were three things that made them think they needed to talk to me: our fucking beside them at the balls, the fact Tanya and Anna’s husband saw me unashamedly wanking as they fucked, and the fact that I had apparently admitted to Anna about this blog (to be honest, I can’t remember that at all, so it must have been one of the evenings when there was more than a little wine involved). All that meant that they thought I would understand, that they thought I was perfect to get involved. But I really had no idea what it was they thought I was perfect to get involved with, apart from the fact that it involved fucking, and quite possibly people other than their own husbands. I was fine with that, and in the back of my mind was the fact that my husband might get to fuck Anna after all. Suddenly, the stakes felt high, and not just for my wonderful friends.

The End Of Rebecca (Part One)

2 October 2023 / KinkyMira

Right from the start of him fucking her, my now husband knew Rebecca would only be around at university for a year. But what a year it was! They fucked more days than they didn’t, and they slept in that tit-holding spoon position she loved at least twice every week. She absolutely made the most of the fabulous fucking, and she had half an idea she would have trouble topping this fucking when she got back home.

She wanted to go out on a high. She wanted their last evening, their last tit-holding spoon and then their last fuck, which she planned to be early morning on the day she left, to be a session of ages, memories to last a lifetime. But how to top their previous fucking exploits? She devised a plan, but did she have the nerve to carry it all out?

They started by going for a meal, during which she used a stocking covered foot to rub against his trousers to get his cock all excited and hard. She enjoyed that, and it got him nicely warmed up for the cinema.

Well, she had to. She loved a good cinema fuck, but this had a twist. They were in a film that had been out for a while, so the screen was fairly empty, and they were the only ones in the back row, and the blonde cinema employee was in attendance. He wondered how long it would take her to have her hand inside her panties. And the answer was not long: he had barely started kissing Rebecca when the blonde’s hand was working her own clit.

Rebecca climbed onto his seat, holding onto each arm rest with a hand, her ass on his chest and cunt hovering over his still trousered cock. He had seen her unbuttoning her blouse before she turned her back on him and so he put his hands up to her bra-covered tits and undid the front loading bra, letting the cups dangle as he grabbed onto each tit with a hand. She was supporting her weight on her arms leaving him free access to grope her tits quite roughly.

He was then somewhat confused to feel his trouser zip and button being undone – it couldn’t be Rebecca, but her body was stopping him seeing what was going on. Some hands pulled his cock free from his trousers and he felt a warm moist mouth slide over his cock, the tip of a tongue tracing the edge of his glans. The mouth rather expertly worked his length in and out, one of the hands cupping his balls, the other encircling his shaft and squeezing to get his cock harder.

Once it was nice and hard, he felt the mouth leave his cock and the hands grabbed it, rubbing the glans against Rebecca’s cunt, nudging it into the folds and lightly skirting across her clit. Once his glans was enveloped by her cunt, he felt her arms shake as she lowered herself fully onto it.

Once his cock was buried, the hands left it and Rebecca started rocking up and down plunging his cock into that moist receptive cunt he knew so well. As Rebecca was moving up and down his cock, he saw the blonde cinema worker get up off her knees and kiss Rebecca fully with tongues, a long snog sharing the taste of his cock.

Once they had finished, the blonde clambered onto my now husband’s seat as well, lifted up the front of her skirt and started masturbating into her panties. Her cunt was inches from his face, and he was mesmerised by her fingers and how they worked her cunt. Rebecca couldn’t see, but she could feel her plan was a hit as his cock was getting longer and harder inside her cunt and his working her tits was getting harder and rougher.

It wasn’t long before the cinema worker came, and then she used the front of her panties to soak up her juices, before starting to masturbate again, still in her panties. His cock grew again as the smell of her orgasm hit his nostrils, and her fingers seemed faster than ever working her panty-covered cunt. Her second orgasm arrived quite quickly, and this time, she almost immediately took her panties off, wiped over her cunt with them and then shoved them into his mouth. She then clambered off and went to drape herself over the seat in front of Rebecca, facing away from her and bent over with her face towards the floor and her ass in the air on top of the seat back. Rebecca leant forwards, dragging her tits away from his hands, and started licking away at her cunt. As the licking started, Rebecca’s focus on keeping rhythm waned, and so he used his free hands to grab on to her hips and to drag her up and down his cock, while she focussed on the blonde’s fragrant cunt in front of her.

Only a few licks in, he felt Rebecca cum, but he was relentless with his rhythm and she with the licking, so she was soon on the way to another orgasm. After some determined licking, the cinema worker came again, liberally coating Rebecca’s face with her cum, and then, she just got off the seat and left them to it. The view really was too much, and so he came really quickly in Rebecca’s cunt, and then he took his hands off her hips, put them down to her cunt and worked her clit until she came again, shuddering his fingers to prolong her orgasm.

When Rebecca climbed off, the blonde was nowhere to be seen, and they decided to leave the cinema. He had the blonde’s panties to remember her by, but he never saw her again and he never knew her name. He knew she tasted lovely though.

On the way back to the university, Rebecca and my now husband stopped for a snog, and he fingered her cunt again, making the most of every last second. Despite cumming only 20 minutes before, she was ready to cum again, so she had him on his knees, pulling her cunt onto his face as he licked her to orgasm, the cool breeze blowing across her ass cheeks as he did it.

Once they got back to campus, she took him to the main square, where it was a popular pastime for the final nights on campus for people to fuck in public in the square. There were four couples fucking on the grass when they got there, and two more arrived shortly afterwards. Soon enough, Rebecca was on the grass with her skirt up round her waist and he was on top of her, fucking her, ploughing his rock-hard cock into her already slick cunt. Whereas in the cinema, she had to keep quiet, here, she could join the other women shouting their heads off as they were cumming. She loved that freedom.

She came twice more before he came, his cock going almost instantly limp, and they got up, adjusted their clothes, and then sat on a bench overlooking the city. It wasn’t long before their hands were between each other’s legs, masturbating first gently and then quite fiercely. All too soon, she was on her knees between his legs giving him his second blow job of the night. She was sleepy and well fucked, so she wanted to go to sleep with the taste of his cum in her mouth. As his cock was so limp, having been used up, it took her quite a while to get it hard. Her mouth was aching before his cock was ready to explode, the sexy shape of her lips around his cock and her tongue running up the underside meant that finally, she was able to milk some cum out of it. She didn’t swallow, just rolling it to coat the inside of her mouth, ensuring every millimetre of her mouth was covered in his cum.

And with that, they went to bed, in their usual spooning position with his hand holding on to her tit. Perhaps surprisingly, she would miss that more than anything else. As she drifted off, she was pleased with her efforts to make it memorable. Just their last fuck in the morning to go. She wondered if her mouth would still taste of cum in the morning.

It did, and it was glorious, and before he awoke, she enjoyed him still having a strong grip on her tit, even after a good few hours’ sleep. In the middle of the night, she had woken to find him repositioning her, swapping sides to allow him to grip her other tit for the rest of the night. His strong grip squeezing her tits was perfect.

As he awoke, he (inevitably) released her tit and she rolled him over onto his back and they kissed, firmly yet gently and lovingly, getting a slight taste of last night’s cum from her mouth. She was getting a touch nervous now, as she had a plan to do something he’d jokingly mentioned before, but she had no idea how he’d react to her doing it for real. She knew there were many more fucks with many more women to come for him over the years, but in doing what she was about to do, she hoped it would make him love her cunt even more, that he’d remember the visuals and the feelings for years to come, that it would make him never forget her.

Oh My God, I Think I’m Rebecca!

12 July 2023 / KinkyMira

You may have seen a comment under one of the earlier Rebecca posts that said, “Oh my god, I think I’m Rebecca.” Well, after a few exchanged emails, it turns out that she was the Rebecca in question! A friend of hers is a regular reader and saw similarities with those posts and the ramblings of a drunken Rebecca in confessions type games played over the years. You could see the genuine delight in Rebecca and my husband seeing each other again, even only on a screen, after over twenty years.

It wasn’t long before conversation turned blue, and Rebecca made the suggestion to get our tits out. Rebecca’s were (unsurprisingly) no longer gravity defying, but they still look glorious. My husband has always had an eye for a fabulous pair of tits and Rebecca remembered him treating hers like they were princesses, almost straying into worship territory, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

Given how upbeat the discussion started, I was surprised when it took a melancholic turn. Theirs was the best sex she ever had. After she left their university, she went back home to America, bouncing through a series of inadequate lovers until she landed on the man she married. He is a wonderful man is pretty much every way, apart from the fact that he doesn’t get her going sexually like my husband did. She wouldn’t want to be married to any other man than her husband, but she really needs a lot more in her sexual life. For a good while, she has had some extra sex at work, but that wasn’t the most fulfilling sex for her. I think my husband would have jumped on a plane that minute to give her the seeing-to that she deserved, and I think she knew that too. It was really rather sweet.

But she perked up enormously when she started talking about some of their shared moments that she remembers and enjoyed. She was quite open in discussing how their sexual exploits had powered a lifetime of masturbation, that she thought of their sexual exploits a couple of times a day even now whilst fingering herself or using a toy, and I think that made him a little proud.

She remembers that first weekend of Toon and the fucking with affection, but her favourites of their encounters were in a more risky environment. She wouldn’t try it today, but there were a lot fewer cameras around when they were fucking, and so you could take bigger risks. Right back from when she was at high school, she had an obsession with fucking in the cinema. The first porn that she remembered watching over and over again was a story based on that premise, and at that young age, it always got her the most excited when masturbating.

The cinema in question that she and my husband fucked in was an older refurbished one, and as was the fashion at the time, they had premium seats at the back, with more leg room, arms on the chairs and were much more comfortable. They were therefore much easier to fuck in.

When they first went, he had no idea of her obsession. He thought there might be some snogging and groping, but he had no idea she was hoping for full sex. They were on the back row, along with two other couples and the kissing started before the film even started. As they leaned in together to kiss, her hand went down to his trouser-enclosed cock and she started squeezing it. It soon woke up and started pointing upwards, this allowing her to rub in her favourite way – along the underside of his cock right down to his balls. She had found through experience that this particular rub made him harder than any other. I don’t think he realised they would progress beyond masturbation – he thought she’d make him cum in his pants and then leave him there for the duration of the film.

He realised she was serious, when without moving her hand from its rubbing motion, she manoeuvred her body so it was in front of him, still facing the screen. She stopped rubbing to release his cock from its cloth cage, then with one hand, held his cock in a straight up position and with the other, pulled the gusset of her panties aside, before lowering her very slick cunt onto his hard cock, which was getting harder by the second.

He briefly considered grabbing her tits, but he decided to grab her hips to steady her and give her a hand in maintaining rhythm. As she started sliding up and down, he looked left and right to see both other couples not paying attention to the film either. On the left, the woman (who was mid 20s) had her tits out and was giving the man (slightly older) a really long sloppy blow job. On the right, the woman (late teens) too was bouncing on the man’s lap (he was a similar age). My now husband also realised that there was a cinema employee working the auditorium, but she seemed to be ignoring them fucking at the back.

All that made him get harder still, and he knew his glans was rubbing the inside of her cunt behind her clit with every stroke. He knew her cunt; this wasn’t going to take long.

After too short a time, he felt her cunt clench round his cock, and he felt her body violently shake. It was like her having to stay quiet had left her body as full body shivers instead, and she sat on his lap recovering with his hard cock still buried in her cunt.

Her breathing was really fast, and he took it slowing as a sign of recovery, and using his hands on her hips, he began minute movements of her body up and down his cock. She got the idea, as she got her legs working again powering more slides up and down his cock. Whilst it had softened a little during her recovery, it soon became hard again and soon his glans was rubbing again, and soon, she was violently shaking again, each period of shaking was accompanied by a hefty moistening of her cunt, and that was before he’d filled it with cum.

Mind you, that wasn’t certain. She was clearly way too excited about the situation, and he did wonder if she’d manage to carry on until he came. He needn’t have worried. This girl was nothing but fair. In total, she had four lots of cunt moistening violent shakes, the last one took longer to arrive and her squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles finally finished him off.

And with cum filled cunt, she just got up off his lap, pulled her panties back in place and sat on her seat to start to watch the film. He watched the couple to the left, who by that point were fucking themselves. The woman on the right had clearly got bored with the film and so resorted to a long slow blow job to amuse herself, with him just stroking her hair to keep it out of the way.

They fucked in the back rows of that cinema a lot, and they even saw a blonde member of staff with her hand inside her skirt on more than one occasion.

You could tell just how vivid the memories were, as Rebecca was masturbating whilst she was telling it. We asked her to move the camera so we could see her do it, thus affording my husband of his first view of her cunt over twenty years. I think we all knew it would not be our last view of it.

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