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A Breakfast Fuck Without Me

25 November 2018 /

I felt my husband shaking me, trying to wake me up. I blearily saw my husband and Victoria, clearly more awake than I was. I expect they wanted to fuck. It was so early that it was still dark. I waved them away, mumbling they should fuck with my blessing. Yes, I told them to fuck without me. A few months before, that would have been out of the question, but now, in my bleary state, I told them fuck. My husband asked if I was sure, and I said I was and to fuck off and leave me in peace, then I rolled over. I was perfectly happy for them to have an early morning fuck. I rolled over and drifted back off to dreamland thinking about them fucking.

Some time later, I awoke, to the sound of Victoria crying out. It sounded that fine line between pleasure and pain, and I got curious. I carefully crept out of the bedroom and looked into the lounge from our darkened hall, to see Victoria pinned against the lounge wall, facing the wall, dressed in her suit with the skirt hitched up, with my husband behind her, clearly driving his massive hard cock deep into her asshole. Each time he drove forward, she cried out. Now I was closer, I could hear her saying yes or harder between yelps. I know what that particular fuck feels like. His cock gets enormous when it is inside an asshole, and with his female pinned against the wall, his powerful drives have nowhere to go other than deep into the ass. If his cock drives into your asshole on something soft like a bed, the bed flexes and absorbs some of the motion. The wall is totally unforgiving as it absorbs nothing, meaning that every millimetre of that rock hard cock is pounding into your poor defenceless asshole. It is, quite simply, the most invasive anal fuck there is, and she appeared to love it.

I contemplated joining them, but decided against it, instead choosing to watch a little longer. I was enjoying watching, and as I did, my hands drifted down to my cunt and I started working my clit, making sure as to not make a sound. I hadn’t been spotted and decided to sneak back to my room as he stopped the fucking motion and was clearly cumming with his cock as deep into her asshole as he could. I curled up on the bed, looking away from the closed door, still lightly working my clit, listening intently to what was going on. Looking at the time, they’d both need to be off soon, so, I could hopefully make myself cum and make noise as I did so after they had left.

I started hearing swats that sounded like something connecting with her ass. I counted 20, which I suspect was 10 per cheek. He loves spanking me just before I go out, so that I’m freshly spanked out in public. Now Victoria was the same and would be thinking about the morning long after she arrived at work.

I heard her checking her hemline with him and making sure she looked her usual professional self. I then heard him telling her that I would be against the wall tonight for an anal pounding. Can’t wait, but I have to. I heard the door slam twice as they both left, and I could finally have those noisy orgasms I was craving, thinking about my husband relentlessly fucking Victoria’s poor hungry asshole, and thinking about my greedy asshole getting the same treatment tonight.

Victoria arrived home before my husband, so I asked her to talk about her fuck. Yes, not only did I let them fuck without me, I wanted to know what happened in great detail. (How else could I write it up if I didn’t know?)

Well, firstly Victoria woke up with a full bladder, so there was a repeat of him drinking her piss with her sitting over his mouth, this time with him lying on the bathroom floor. She seems totally addicted to and obsessed with the position and the act of my husband drinking her piss.

After she was empty, he got up and went to collect my fitness step (a versatile tool in the sex equipment arsenal) and placed it in front of the toilet. He got her to stand on it, then he bent her over the toilet (the lid and seat were up), and she gripped onto the top edge of the toilet bowl. In this position, her head was lower than her waist with her 32GG tits swinging freely. He placed his foot between her feet and nudged her feet apart to lower her cunt to the correct height, then he drove his already hard cock into her sopping cunt. He fucked her in a slow, rhythmic yet hard pattern for nearly thirty minutes, all that time either building her towards an orgasm, keeping it near or just making her cum like a train. All the time she was getting a little lightheaded because of her head being lower than her ass, and that intensified the orgasms. He made her cum at least five times (he later told me it was seven) before he exploded and drowned her cunt with nice thick cum.

He caught her as her legs collapsed, and he laid her on the floor and proceeded to use his fingers to scoop his cum out of her cunt and alternately feed it into their mouths. “Breakfast” he called it.

They were still naked, so next they had a shower. As she mentioned it, I guessed the type of shower in question. When we share a shower, I end up with the cleanest tits, cunt, and ass in the world. He is fond of lathering then washing tits, cunts, and asses. He lathers them up a number of times to ensure he does a thorough job. So, there they were in our wet room, washing each other’s bodies, with him focussing on her tits, cunt and ass and her reciprocating with a similar number of latherings and rinsings of his cock, balls, and ass. It is a long winded ritual, but very sensual and somewhat pampering, and was followed by a slow ritual of towel drying.

So, then they had some actual breakfast and got dressed and prepared for the day ahead. She thought she was about to leave when my husband took her hand and lead her to the lounge wall. He lifted up her skirt (no panties as usual) and started applying lube to her ass. She knew how hard that fuck would be, how invasive it would be, how the wall wasn’t forgiving meaning your poor ass was skewered completely with every single stroke. She said she was crying out because she almost couldn’t cope with his size and his power. Almost. She was encouraging him to go harder when I heard her, but all the time, she was a little concerned as to whether her ass could cope with such an onslaught. She didn’t mention any of this to my husband because she knew he would stop, and she didn’t want that. She wanted to test her ass for such a pounding, and it passed with flying colours.

I did hear him spanking her ass. Apparently, she said something about remembering the morning during the working day, and my husband thought a few swats with a paddle might help her to remember it even more. He was right, and Victoria had a big smile on her face all day.

I was impatient now. I wanted my ass fuck, and it was still some time before he got home.

Sleepy Anal and How It Helped To Improve My Mood

18 September 2018 /

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.

A Sex Challenge and Celebration (Part One)

3 March 2018 /

At certain times over the last few years, we’ve decided to set ourselves some sex challenges to complete during the course of the year. Sometimes it is those things you want to try and never quite get round to, sometimes it is a way of getting more of something into our sex life, sometimes as a way to challenge our endurance or sometimes just to give ourselves a fun target.

This time, we set a year long challenge that requires specific timing on a lot of occasions throughout the year. My husband thought it would be fun to mark the time and date of our important anniversaries by having penetrative sex at exactly the right moment, regardless of where we are at the time. His rules were quite simple. We had to have penetrative sex (with vaginal or anal for me, or pegging for my husband) wherever we are at the appropriate time. In order to count, at least one of us has to orgasm, and the choice of position must be in keeping with the anniversary where applicable (i.e., vaginal sex for the anniversary of our first vaginal sex). Ideally, we want a balance between the three types of penetration over the course of the year, but given pegging outside the home is fairly difficult (for logistics reasons more than anything), we settled for a 40:40:20 split for vaginal, anal, and pegging. We also wanted a balance between within the home, elsewhere indoors and outside, and again settled for a 40:40:20 split.

The idea was thrilling and yet daunting. I had visions of having to fuck on a bench in town because we were shopping at the wrong moment, but of course, what the challenge calls for is a little planning to be somewhere appropriate at the right time.

During January, we had four anniversaries to mark, three of them in quick succession, as six years ago last January my husband and I got together.

We started with the moment of New Year. We were at home and alone, so my husband flipped me over face down on the sofa, loaded my asshole with lube and then inserted his cock. He started a good few minutes early as he quickly got rather large and rock hard, so he had to give my insides a chance to accommodate his size. He knows my body well, so by the time we got to midnight, he was driving down into my ass at full power, with a large amount of travel on his cock. It was one of his most animal anal sessions we’ve had in ages, and he had the energy to keep the motion going for about 15 minutes before he pumped out a large amount of cum. He then lay on top cuddling me with his softening cock still inside me. What a way to start the year.

Next up was the anniversary of our first kiss. On previous years, we made a point of being snogging at the right time sitting on the sofa (as we were for the actual first kiss). This time, we needed to be fucking as well as snogging. So, given we were at home, we stripped off and my husband laid me on my back on the sofa about half an hour beforehand and we started snogging. As we approached the correct time, I played with his cock to make it hard (whilst still snogging), then he slipped it in and started gently fucking me (whilst still snogging). After the time passed, he could stop snogging and accelerate. He made sure I came before he shot his load, and we ended up lying on the sofa snogging until his cock slipped out of me.

The anniversary of him first sucking my tits was only a couple of days later. For this, we decided on the bed. He spent ages sucking and licking each of my nipples (which is equivalent to turning on my cunt juice tap). Then, once the time was drawing near, he inserted his rock hard cock between my cunt lips and then plunged in. When he got all the way in, he twisted his whole body anti-clockwise about 20 degrees and this angle allowed him to suck on my right nipple whilst he fucked me. Because he was a little shallower in my cunt than he sometimes is, he was rubbing very rhythmically on my clit, meaning that I had a powerful orgasm at about the same time as he came. That two point connection of nipple and cunt always drives me to an orgasm.

A further couple of days after that saw the anniversary of our first fuck. (We first fucked less than a week after becoming a couple). At that time, we fucked in the “Lazy Man” position, and have fucked in the same position every year, and this year is no exception. Think of it like a version of cowgirl with him sitting up rather than laying down. He had pillows behind his back and sat against them with his legs outstretched. Facing him with my arms round his neck, I lowered myself onto his cock, and raised and lowered myself by pressing on my feet and using my arms. It is a very intimate position, and a very special one, as it was the position I first felt him cum inside me. It also happens to be one of the positions that I can feel his hard cock deepest inside my cunt.

So, in January, we had fucked at all the right times and in all the right ways. But January highlights the difficulty of the challenge. The “choice of position must be in keeping with the anniversary where applicable” rule meant that we had three vaginal and one anal fuck in the month, with no pegging. In addition, we were at home for each one, but need to be elsewhere for some of the anniversaries. This means that both 40:40:20 splits will take some organising to achieve.

There was only one anniversary to mark in February, and that was the anniversary of our first period sex. This was a favourite activity of my husband during the early years of our relationship (but sadly no more as my Mirena has stopped my periods completely), and I loved how excited he got about it. Luckily, I was looking after a friend’s pets whilst they were off skiing, so we had the keys to their house. So, at the right time, I just lifted up my dress and lay down on their very thick rug in their lounge. The rug was so soft against my ass that it felt like it was wrapping around me. The contrast between that and my husband driving his rock hard cock into my cunt was very stark, and it was a thoroughly enjoyable fuck. Although they don’t count for the challenge, we fucked another twice on that rug over the next few days, another vaginal session, and a very filling anal session. I really must find where they bought the rug from – I think we need one in our lounge!

So, at the end of February, it’s four vaginal, one anal and no pegging, with four at home and one in someone else’s home. I normally don’t get as excited for a scheduled fuck as for an unscheduled one, but the challenge seems to make me really excited. Any concerns I had are long gone, and I am really enjoying the fucking, and the pressure! Plenty of planning and plenty of fucking still to do before the year is out!

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