The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee (Part One)

I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee, even for me. I don’t know what is going on with my body today. I’m just ridiculously horny.

To be fair, I’ve been drafting blog posts all day, and I always end up horny, but writing these blogs is a careful balancing act. If I act on my horniness (i.e., if I cum), I lose interest and the ability to write sexy stuff. If I’m not the slightest bit horny at the start, I just can’t write sexy stuff at all, and I can’t force it: it just turns out boring and a turn off.

So, my struggle, loyal blog reader, is to stay horny whenever I’m writing and to only act on my horniness once I’ve finished for a writing session. That’s easier said than done, when you spend hour upon hour reading about and reminiscing about how your cunt was filled, or how your ass was filled or spanked, or how you got to lick a delicious juicy cunt. And the more frustrated I get (by not allowing myself to cum), the more filthily descriptive I get too. I put myself through this torture just for you all, which is why I’m always very pleased to find out that people wank to my posts. I want to be doing it, so I’m glad you lot are!

And getting to a hundred blog posts has brought about a bit of a checkpoint in my sex life, a bit of musing really, about me, how I’ve changed, how my sex life has changed and what this blog is doing for me.

I mean, I’m a totally different sexual beast than I was a nearly eleven years ago, when I first got with my now husband. I was very much an “in bed” girl at that point. I’d fucked a few women at university, but I’d decided to commit to my men of the time and tried to give women up (although there was the odd one who sneaked through). I also ended up not doing any sexual experimentation and turned very vanilla, really because the men in question were. None of them made me orgasm often from their cocks, and I genuinely thought it was me, that I was one of those women who had trouble cumming from penetration alone.

Indeed, the first time, my husband’s cock didn’t make me cum, although that was most probably him being out of practice at staying erect and therefore not fucking me for long enough to allow me to cum. But it felt so good to have him cumming inside me that I didn’t care. And I didn’t expect anything, so I was very happy.

I still remember how smug he was when he made me cum that first time. I’d told him I didn’t cum from penetration (to allow him to enjoy sex without focussing on something I thought wouldn’t happen). So, when his cock was rubbing on the top of inside of my cunt right behind my clit, and I told him how good it felt, he focussed on that one body movement. I think he sensed it. These days, I’d tell him to be careful and he’d slow down to prolong our fuck, but on that day, I just needed for once to cum by a cock, I was desperate to cum by penetration alone. But even then, I couldn’t resist trying to hang on, trying to delay what I then realised was the inevitable. But the tip of his cock rubbing was sooooo goooood that I didn’t stand a chance, and when I did cum, I gripped onto his body, cried out and shuddered in a way I never really had before, his continued rhythmic thrusting just prolonging my body-wide convulsions.

He did look smug, indeed, as he kissed me again, he told me I’d need to get used to cumming hard, because it was quite easy to make happen. I told him to not make a big deal of it, but secretly, I knew it was a big deal and that my sex life had just got a load better, and indeed, it is very infrequently that we fuck, and I don’t cum.

But going back to the beginning, and the night my now-husband first kissed me he could have fucked me if he wanted. Proper snogging with tongues, playing with my covered tits and deciding we should be an item seemed enough for him though.

During these early days of our relationship, long before we got kinky, we were very tentative, as I didn’t want to scare him off. I first got my tits out for him, and he first sucked on my nipples the third day we were together. He popped in several times on that third day, and each time, I got more brazen in thrusting my naked tits at him. He first fucked my cunt on our fifth evening (and as I have had a coil since well before this, we have always been bareback). My blouse was undone, and my bra was off, my tits proudly out in all their glory, and my skirt was pulled up around my waist (and I was pantyless from before he had arrived). I was playing with his cock and then rubbing my exposed crotch against him in Cowgirl, and he slipped in; I made him grow with a combination of my cunt muscles and having my naked tits in his face, and I made him cum inside me for the first time of many. How long had I waited for that, and how good did it feel? But a partially unclothed fuck set the scene and even to this day, I’m rarely totally naked for a fuck, not because I want to hide my body, but because partially clothed seems a whole lot sluttier.

We split our early fucking between the bed and the sofa although the sofa was definitely seeing more of the action. The second time I had his cock in my cunt, we were on the sofa, his cock was getting quite hard, and I just clambered up, pulled my panties aside and climbed on. Something like that was pretty unusual for me, but I couldn’t resist. The fourth time we fucked was in Reverse Cowgirl on the sofa, and that was quite a thing for me, as my ass was a little larger than on my photo and was still a little conscious of it. So, to put my ass as the main thing he could see was quite a thing. I remember him cumming pretty quickly, so he clearly liked what he saw.

Over the first few weeks, we fucked on the sofa more than in the bed, that poor sofa getting quite a hammering. (In fact, a few years later, we fucked it to death, one by one the springs going as we fucked on it. It gave its life for my orgasms, and for that, I am eternally grateful).

Little did I know when I got with my husband just how much of his sex life before me had been out of the bedroom. For many years, he was a big fan of ass up head down type positions and having a woman bent over stuff. The bulk of his sex life was friends with benefits type arrangements, and often, that was opportunistic not in bed type scenarios.

So, us fucking on the sofa gave him the impression that I was used to doing this, and he just carried on in the same vein. I was so turned on by the naughtiness of fucking outside the bed that I got carried away, my horniness levels were high and consistently so, and this only drove my requirement for some hard fucks.

Christmas Cheer

My husband and I aren’t massive Christmas people. We’ve both got things in our histories that put a dampener on the season, and given it is my husband’s birthday, we celebrate that in the main and we just normally spend the day snuggling and fucking.

But this year, we have had some really special news to brighten up the season and bring us some Christmas cheer. You see, whilst Victoria was away for work this year, she has been staying down south with our friend Laura. It was us that originally introduced them (at one of our parties), and Laura’s was a convenient place for Vicki to crash, but it quickly turned into a good friendship, and soon after a friendship with some casual sex.

Some casual sex turned into rather a lot of very intimate sex and over the past few months, it appeared to us to be turning into a full-blown relationship, as we had noticed them behaving more and more as a couple. Seems that it happened somewhat by accident, and they only recently realised themselves (a good while after we had). When we stayed with them last week, it was clear they needed to talk something through, so after we got our tits out but before any of us began working towards an orgasm, we had a summit.

Summits are a part of a well-functioning polyamorous relationship, and of course, Vicki is our much loved third and someone we already have an enormously deep relationship with. She was very relieved to know that we had realised what was going on. Be hard not to: you can see it in their eyes and in their interactions. They are very much in love.

Things like this are a crossroads in a polyamorous relationship, and my husband and I had talked a few days before that it was likely she would want out of the relationship, and we would obviously let her go, but would have been tremendously sad at doing so. But things didn’t work out like that.

What Vicki was really nervous about was asking whether we would like a new sort of polyamorous relationship, one built on two married couples rather than one married couple and a third. The married couple and a third thing always did feel a little uneven for me, but it was the best we could do. We loved her and wanted her in our relationship. It was just the reality of the situation that my husband would always be my first concern and me his. This new structure would have Vicki and Laura being each other’s first concern. Seemed much fairer.

And Laura is already very close to us, and perhaps closer than we realised. We helped her to get over her husband’s affair, helped her to reconnect with her lesbian side and brought sex back to life for her. Through all that, we developed really close connections too, and it is something my husband and I have discussed for a while. What we didn’t realise is the connection she felt for us, almost at times jealous of not being part of our family. It was never just about great sex for her, it was always much more than that, but she never really told us.

So, having fallen totally in love with Vicki, this was the perfect arrangement for Laura. They were just scared we wouldn’t want to. They need not have worried. It was the easiest decision my husband and I ever made (although we did privately discuss it to make sure it was what we each wanted).

So, as of last week, we are a polycule of two couples, each pair of the four people closely emotionally connected through love and care, and physically connected through fucking good sex, kink and common bonds.

And as part of the polycule, Laura and Vicki intend to get married next year, and are therefore officially engaged. They’ve already asked me to be chief bridesmaid and my husband to be best man – that makes the best man fucking the chief bridesmaid almost a certainty!

My husband and I are absolutely over the moon with the whole situation. For someone who started with us with no interest in a relationship, our beloved Victoria is now totally and utterly in love, and you can just see what a connection they have. Laura has been through a lot and deserves happiness, and in Vicki and our relationships, she’s having a great chance of that. My husband and I couldn’t be happier with the way it has all worked out.

And of course, we will also still have sex with others, with appropriate agreement from all involved, it just extends our family by one and means Laura is as committed to the family as Vicki, rather than just having some great sex with us.

We talked about living and working arrangements, and how impractical four people living in one place and all mostly working from home would be. Laura had previously decided that she needs to get away from the bad memories that are all around where she currently lives, and therefore, she has decided to sell her house down south. They’ve both seen and experienced enough of what life is like up here to realise they want a bit of that in their futures too, so Laura is going to buy somewhere in our village, hopefully only a minute or two away, and we’ll all have keys to both, so living will be flexible and varied. I feel incredibly lucky to be here, and with these two amazing women both totally committed to our relationships.

And by way of emphasising how much sex there will be between the four of us, my husband and I fucked them both later in the evening, starting as we meant to go on. He had us all in a row bending over the sofa, cunts on display, moving his cock seamlessly from penetrating one cunt to the next before any of us could cum. My husband’s cock seemed particularly hard, and he was switching from cunt to cunt without losing any structural integrity. Having three cunts to fuck really suits him! He eventually ended up cumming in Laura’s ass in her favourite pinned against the wall anal position. He didn’t allow any of the three of us to cum, until at the end, we lay in a triangle, and each licked each other to orgasm. A perfect way to cement our new relationships (if a little frustrating at being edged until the end).

So, in a change of plans, Laura and Vicki are both here for Christmas. They arrived on Christmas Eve Eve, and almost immediately, the lounge became a sea of bare tits and asses, and hairless cunts (as Laura has completed her electrolysis and is as hairless as me and Vicki).

And Laura has already handed over her panties to my husband to lock away. Like Vicki and me, she’s now without periods thanks to her Mirena, and so she too pledged to be pantyless, exactly five years to the day from when I did so.

In some ways, all these whirlwind changes are so surreal, and yet in other ways, they are so perfect. It just feels so comfortable and right. After a pretty crappy year for everything apart from sex, kink, this blog and my relationships, it is a perfect end to the year and a great way to start 2023.

Happy Christmas everyone (or whatever you are celebrating at the moment). Stay safe. Have orgasms. And then have some more orgasms, as there are never enough orgasms in the world.

Mira xxx

His Fantasy, But A Cameo For The Girls (Part Two)

My husband knew his place. He wasn’t the focus of our all-girl orgasm party – he was merely there to provide a service, and he realised that he would be swallowing piss on and off all night. The secrecy and intrigue of him not knowing who the women were or what they were doing was a delightful twist, and as well as drinking the women’s piss, he had just had his cock emptied of cum after a prolonged cowgirl fuck, his softening cock sliding quickly out of her slick cunt as she got off him, whilst yet another woman drained her bladder.

And then all of a sudden, he was left on his own. Someone went back after a while and gave him a little of his favourite fizzy beverage to rinse his mouth out, but he didn’t know how long he was left for, whilst us women were enjoying ourselves with various orgasm related activities, and even sharing his cum load directly from the cunt involved.

Whilst we weren’t specifically loading our bladders up, a decent amount of carbonated fluid did give us more fullish bladders to empty, so after a decent amount of time, the women started trickling back to their human toilet to empty their refilled bladders, this time mostly in pairs (as women always seem to do!), and this time he could taste the cunt juices on each woman before they started pissing. That was tantalising him.

Whilst he was alone, he had started to process what had happened, and he began working out whose cunts he had tasted and smelled. I knew he would. He had bragged before of how he would be able to recognise any of the cunts he had eaten during his sexual career, and I think he realised I was about to test him on that. The cunt juices helped him to become more certain of his deductions and more confused about the ones he didn’t know. At this point, he was certain of four cunts and had ideas about some others, but there was the one he had no idea about.

There was one part of this exercise that I hadn’t really thought through, and that was his bladder, which by now was full to bursting, and of course him being tied down meant he couldn’t grab at it or move to ease his discomfort. One of the earlier women from the second round said she had noticed his rock-hard bladder and had decided he needed emptying to create more room. In his aroused state, pissing would be difficult, but she just sat on his chest and pressed down hard on his bladder firmly and repeatedly until he could resist no more and she forced a spurt of piss out of his cock. A flow followed, the piss going all over the bed and his body, seeping in between his skin and the latex. I was so glad I put the protective covers on the bed, and the moistness being close to his skin made his predicament even more uncomfortable, and he thought he’d be in that damp discomfort for a while yet.

Occasional pissing by the women carried on for a while, his mouth still eagerly hoovering up the piss despite the amount he had already consumed, and how his poor neck must have ached.

One of our number had already laid claim to his second load of cum, so at some point a little later in the evening, she decided it was time to collect and so she called us all in to take part in his milking. She placed his limp cock up against his damp body and start rubbing the underside of it with her hand right from his balls right up to the tip. They were quite rough with his cock really, rubbing it with some downwards force, pushing it into his belly. That vigorous rubbing brought it back to life and it started to get hard, grow and lift off his belly.

When it was upright, the rubbing with a hand stopped and he felt a cunt slide over it for a couple of minutes of fucking, before the cunt was removed and replaced with another one, and another and another; a sort of cunt relay with two minute legs. He realised that they weren’t about to stop until his cock had explode uncontrollably for a second time, and he amused himself by playing cunt roulette with them, trying his best to hold back his cum until he no longer could. Mind over matter, trying to keep control of his cock whilst his mouth was being filled with piss again. Several times he felt his cock have that final growth and hardening spurt that immediately proceeds an orgasm, but on every occasion, having felt it themselves, they immediately withdrew their cunt, delaying his orgasm a while and giving another cunt a chance to ride. And then, one time, the cunt didn’t withdraw at his final growth, instead bedding down to a fast rhythm of squeezing at his hard cock. A few seconds later, having held off for as long as he could, his cock finally and repeatedly spewed his cum into the moist cunt enveloping it, and we again licked his cum out of the cunt involved, sharing it between all the women. He mused if it was the same cunt or a different one. He’ll find out soon enough.

With his cock drained twice and his mouth still tasting of piss, his ordeal was nearly over. Us women were mostly orgasmed out, and so as it was late, we decided to close the party and drift away. I only released him once everyone had gone.

What I need to do now is the part my husband has been waiting for. Who were the women? What was particularly mean was there was one cunt that he didn’t recognise; in fact, he was sure he’d never tasted it before and now of course, he knows he was right. But he still doesn’t know who it was. Of course, he also had no idea which cunts he came in either time.

And so, to the naming. He got a number of participants, me and Victoria obviously, Laura, Paula and Sara. He also correctly worked out two cunts from over a decade ago: Anne (his best friend’s little sister, whose virginity he took) and Debs (a former FWB from work, who he fucked for a good number of years). He also correctly worked out there was a new woman in the mix, and that was the woman who specifically wanted him to cum in her cunt, and whose cunt he came in both times that night. That woman was Kat, a friend of ours who is a totally filthy slut, but until recently, was in a lesbian monogamous relationship, so the most she got to do was flirt.

Kat first came to his attention at a friend’s birthday party, when she leant in through a window, and my husband and another man who were sitting at a table outside got a completely unobscured and unapologetic view up her tiny but floaty skirt of her totally smooth hairless cunt and the bottom of her ass, unhindered by panties. She stayed in position for quite a few minutes (holding a conversation inside as the two men looked), and when she did eventually move, she just smiled sweetly and moved on. She was wearing a headband with little black cat ears that day, and in fact, she gave them to me a few years later for incorporating into a sex costume I was making.

But she was absolutely doing the window display deliberately. A girl after my own heart. A simple love of display and some willing and friendly folks to display to. Certainly, neither of the men have forgotten the incident, and Kat is really smug about that.

My husband dreamed of going up behind her when she was bent through the window and just fucking her in front of everyone. This wasn’t quite the same, but after all these years, he did get to be fucked by her in front of 7 lusty hyped up women. Another cunt to add to the list and Kat has said she’ll be round for a proper hard fuck where he isn’t immobilised soon. Even more interesting, each woman also had her cunt over his erect cock for a two minute session (some doubling up), but Kat was the only one he came in, totally by design.

So now my husband knows. I expect he’ll be over the moon, especially with Kat, and getting Debs and Anne involved again. For Anne, it was her first ever lesbian experiences (and given the enthusiasm of her tongue and her keenness to be worked on by the other women, it won’t be her last). All amazing women, and without exception, every single one loved the human toilet situation. As did my husband, and as if having your mouth pissed in by multiple women isn’t degrading enough to then have your own bladder emptied all over you is even more degrading.

I know my husband wants to do the human toilet thing again: he’s still obsessed with the position. I dread to think how much piss he drank, but without exception, all the women absolutely loved the dynamics of the situation. His neck ached the following day, but one of his last remaining unfulfilled fantasies was ticked off the list.

His Fantasy, But A Cameo For The Girls (Part One)

I tugged at the underbed restraints holding my husband’s arms in place, checking they were tight and didn’t give him any chance to move. I pulled at the buckles on the spreader bar holding his feet about half a metre apart, and then at the rope work that pinned the spreader bar to the headboard: that too was tight. I wasn’t that experienced with rope work, so I was pleased with my efforts.

It didn’t look a comfortable position for him, being tied to the bed face up, with his head hanging over the bottom of the bed and his spreader bar restrained feet tied to the headboard. I think the head hanging over the edge gave him a good idea what was likely to happen to him; I was about to fulfil a long-held fantasy of his, with a position and act he saw described somewhere years before he met me.

He had no idea I had been planning this, and I decided that fulfilling his fantasy would be his cameo at our all-girls orgasm party to celebrate the centenary post on this blog. I knew this was a particularly kinky scenario he longed for and I knew it would make a very kinky blog post. I decided to add the rope work and the spreader bar, and added a fantasy of mine into the mix, as I bought him an all-over latex suit, covering his whole body, apart from his mouth and nostrils, and a strip from his cock round to the top of his ass crack. Everything else was covered in latex. Before he loaded himself into the suit, I had him put earplugs in, so he couldn’t see or hear anything, but he could smell and taste.

After his arms were locked in place, but before his legs, I inserted his inflatable butt plug, which I inflated until he moaned, and then with him immobilised, I inflated the butt plug more as I saw fit, a couple of pumps at a time, until it was clearly causing him a lot of discomfort. However, his cock was stirring without any input from anyone, despite the large ass invasion (which would often hamper an erection), so he was definitely getting excited.

I knew it would be mind-blowing for him and he had no idea what the rest of us would get up to. All he knew was that he was the only man at the otherwise all-girl party and that he was to be used by the guests, rather than being a guest himself. Once he had been tied down, he had no rights and what happened to him was totally in our control.

So, after checking the restraints, I gave the bulb on the inflatable butt plug a couple more pumps. He moaned again, but otherwise didn’t say anything. He knew his place.

I left him as the guests started to arrive. Seven women all aware of exactly what I had planned, and all primed and ready to go. They all knew he was an important bit part player in the evening, but they were all primed to use him first. Eight women, including me, all at various stages of discomfort because of our full bladders. They knew he was to be our toilet for the evening, and they knew how he was to be used. So did he; the head position told him everything he needed to know.

I was concerned some of the women might not be keen to do this, that they might get stage fright and be unable to piss, or that they would not want their first action in front of the other women to be pissing. I need not have worried. Most of them seemed to have pissed in front of other women before, often rather a lot. There were, it seems, too many late night outdoor squatting sessions in their collective histories. My mind at ease, I could sit back and enjoy what was about to unfold, a wonderful display of womanhood shared between people with a single common link.

And soon it was time. We all gathered in the bedroom as the first woman assumed the position, feet slightly apart, knees bent, ass sticking out with his head a few inches under her ass. She pulled his head up between her legs, planting his face unceremoniously against her cunt and she started pissing in his mouth with no delay, no warning, just head up and the flow began. Luckily, he knew what was coming, so he knew what he had to do. She had been doing the thigh squeezing as soon as she arrived, and during the half hour waiting for all the guests to arrive, she had progressed to the bending over cunt grabbing stage and was clearly the guest most in need of relief.

She knew the score and fought to keep her flow to a speed he could swallow, somebody else talking the new women through the mechanics, all with a background soundtrack of him gulping for all he was worth. The speed of her starting to piss once his mouth was in place surprised him, the fierceness of her early piss stream did not. Her moderating her flow meant that he was able to keep up swallowing her piss, and eventually, the flow subsided and after a few spurts as she squeezed out the last drops, he started licking her dry.

And when she was happy with how dry she was, she just lowered his head and let go of it and moved away. Clearly the act excited all the women present, and our first pisser was almost immediately replaced by another women, who had been made more desperate hearing the piss spurting from the first woman. Several of the other women were rubbing their cunts, either to try to stem the force of their own collected piss, or to wank a little at their excitement at the visual and audible feast they were part of.

The second crotch grabbing thigh squeezer took position and pulled his head in place, making sure her cunt was planted over his mouth. Her piss was not immediately forthcoming, most likely because she hasn’t done anything like this before. He flicked his tongue round her cunt, noticing how she was already sexually excited, and he kept flicking in tongue round until he tasted the first drop of her piss. Then he locked on, whilst the dribble turned into a flood and he was back to full speed gulping. She was at risk of flooding his mouth, but he was just about able to keep up, although he was relieved when the flood started abating again, and after her last squeeze, he licked her clean and dry.

She lifted her cunt off his face and moved away, giving him a chance to have some good gulps of air. But mere moments later, he realised another woman had taken up the position and was lifting his face up to their cunt. As he stuck his tongue out to find her cunt and locate her pisshole, he realised he was in for a long night. Some cameo.

He was bracing for another flood of warm tangy piss, as he realised what he was in for now; woman after woman draining her bladder into his mouth in his dream position. He didn’t know how many women were there (and that was particularly mean of me), but he had said he wanted to live out the fantasy, not believing I’d find enough women willing to take part. He should know me by now.

Whilst the third use as a toilet was going on, one of the other women noticed his cock, which by this point was fairly erect. A mouth was quickly put over his cock, slowly sucking on it whilst the pissing was still going on at the other end. Over the course of the next ten minutes, several women sucked and licked at his cock, whilst several further women carried on pissing into his mouth.

All the sucking and licking at his cock was getting him ready to explode, as at his mouth, yet another cunt with a full bladder replaced an already drained one.

Finally, the mouths left his cock and he felt the unmistakable feeling of a warm moist cunt slide down onto it, starting a slow rhythmic fuck in what he thought was reverse cowgirl. What he didn’t know was that one woman had particularly asked to ride his cock, as she wanted a load of cum inside her cunt, and because she hadn’t really had the chance before.

The cowgirl slowly increased the pace as yet more piss flowed into his mouth, both making his cock grow steadily larger and harder. Another change of cunt over his mouth and a now relentless and frenetic cunt fuck and as his cock grew larger with one final growth and it fired cum at high power deep inside the cunt.

I know it has wound him up not knowing whose cunt he filled with cum, but he will be pleased when he finds out, as it is someone new (but I know he’ll be happy with her, as he’s known her for a number of years). I also know that it wound him up that he had no idea how many women there were, or indeed, who those women were, and he still doesn’t know that last bit; he will find out at exactly the same time as you, in the final part of this blog post.

Centenary Orgy

I was starting to get really excited. I had been planning this for months, especially to celebrate my blogging centenary. I always planned to have a massive sex party to celebrate the half-centenary, but fate intervened and that didn’t happen. So, many months ago, I decided that we had to have a party this time.

But, as we got nearer to the hundredth post, my thoughts began to change a little. I realised that what I really wanted to do was to celebrate the amazing women that have appeared in this blog, women who all love sex, who embrace orgasms, who really go for it sexually (even if they aren’t really sure how things might work out), and who defy the stereotypes or societal norms meant to keep women in their place (sexually or otherwise).

In this blog so far, we’ve named twelve women, some I don’t know, many I do, some from recent times, some longer ago. But all the women mentioned here are amazing, because of their attitudes, because of their love of sex and sexual adventure, and because they are, for the most part, up for giving things a try. This blog is fundamentally about women, and so it does seem fitting that the centenary post is about women too.

For the most-part, the men referred to here are part of the women’s stories, and in making the posts about the women, I somewhat (and a little deliberately) downplay the men. I wanted to maintain this female focus, as so much of what is out there is about and aimed at men; I wanted something to be about us.

That having been said, there is one man whose story is intricately woven into this blog. I never intended to have stories of women my husband fucked, women I’ve never met, but a lot of the stories seemed to fit my female viewpoint of the blog. So, you are reading more of my husband’s story than I ever intended, and therefore, I think it wouldn’t be appropriate to exclude him from the centenary celebration altogether.

Over a few weeks, a plan coalesced into view, a plan centred around and staring the women, but with a small, sustained part for my husband, a part that he would never forget.

This very special party happened a couple of weekends ago. It was an all-girl party (apart from the cameo from my husband), where anything between the women went; masturbation, oral, strap-ons, tits, asses, cunt, whatever. The only request I made of each and every woman was that if they came, they wouldn’t hold back. They’d just take full advantage of the other wonderful women in attendance, all willingly, all in fun, all with love, all for the O. I guess I was thinking orgy, where anyone was game for anything with anyone.

And this is where it was quite an ask, because a number of the women didn’t actually know anyone else there in reality, only from the pages of the blog (although I can tell you now that some people there haven’t even been published in the blog yet).

If I’m honest, I’m amazed some of these wonderful women accepted the invitation, given what was expected of them. They are kinky bitches the lot of them, getting kinkier all the time. All the women were naked below the waist for the entire evening, and then totally naked for the second half. Nakedness in front of women in a social setting was a freedom that some were enjoying for the first time. I loved seeing so many beautiful cunts all on display, totally without shame and not a single attempt to hide anything. It was a beautiful liberating expression of womanhood, and one I will remember for a long time.

And I loved what we got up to, the sheer joy of sharing our sexual voyages with other women, of women (one had never been with another woman) allowing themselves to be taken to sexual crescendo with enthusiasm and without doubt or shame. There was so much bodily contact, including groping and pawing of tits and intimate and intrusive examinations of cunts and assholes. There was an abundance of masturbation, either solo or each other, singly and in groups. There were even a number of strap-ons deployed for use on cunt and asshole, with an astonishing amount of lube consumed in the process. Amazing women doing amazing things in the pursuit of amazing orgasms.

Not one of the women shied away from any of this: every single one joining in with making others cum as well as themselves. It was a delight, a visual feast. We even shared my husband’s cum loads directly from the cunt involved. That was a total joy too.

But of course, this wasn’t all about him. We had a chart to ensure that all the women got a fair share and to sample everyone, but that wasn’t really needed. The action came thick and fast, and the visual feat of all these orgasms from all these cunts kept everyone near the edge all the time. Without needing to resort to the chart, each woman masturbated and masturbated others, their cunts were licked out and they licked out others, their ass cracks were licked down and assholes teased, and returning the favour, and their tits were sucked on, pulled, squeezed and generally worked to maintain arousal.

All in all, it was an amazing night, and one totally suitable to celebrate one hundred posts on this blog. For one of the women there, it was her first lesbian experience, and given the enthusiasm of her tongue, the abandon with which she orgasmed and the eagerness with which she tried things with a woman, it certainly won’t be her last.

For some of the women involved, it was the first such party, and as such, their counts of connecting sexually with other females took a major increase.

What was particularly magnificent was those that had not met anyone else at the party (apart from my husband, but he was hardly in a position to help) came and just got their cunts out and joined in wholeheartedly. I could not have expected more, and yet they delivered. What totally wonderful, determined and up for anything women they are. I suspect it won’t be the last time I get to taste their cunts too; if the party is anything to go by, they seem to have acquired a taste for it. What a dream situation I’m in at the moment. I’m so lucky to have access to the magnificent cunts of so many wonderful women, and I really can’t get enough.

And then, there was my husband’s cameo. A small yet important part in proceedings for the women, and yet a fully immersive experience for him, crossing off one of the few items on his list that he has yet to do. When you read about his cameo in the next blog post, it is important to remember that some of the women in the room had never done anything like this before. Stage fright could have curtailed their involvement, but it didn’t happen, and all the women took a full part with him. And he’ll never forget it. The women probably won’t either, but a centenary party that introduces people to new things, that changes their lives forever and that creates memories that will never fade is a perfect way to celebrate.

Here’s to the next one hundred blog posts (and the next few cunts I get to taste!)

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