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Two Years On (Part Two)

19 April 2026 /

The free-use men had decided they wanted allocated second wives with additional fucking rights, to move the free-use on to another level. The plan, which had been modified by Rose and Tanya’s husband to include Helen and her husband, was put to the women to agree. We decided we ultimately would agree, but we decided to push for more, decided that we wanted more. Our price for the second wife plan was to further increase the number of men available to fuck us. Tanya was the main driver of this, wanting her average 2½ fucks per day to be more like 4. And to think she’s the one we thought was most likely to drop out of the free-use group. Not any more!

The reality of the situation is that the men we have can’t fuck us more. They do amazingly well, and their use of softer cocks for non-orgasmic penetration is inspired, and really helps to increase the feeling of use, but there is no more left in the tank for hard cock heavily cumming fucks. So, us women floated the idea of associate members, men who are without women themselves and who would have free-use rights over us. They are a second tier (but still have the right to interrupt a man fucking his own wife), and because they are without their own women, we hoped they would fuck us hard and often.

The men certainly weren’t against the idea, and in fact, Rose’s husband reminded us of a couple of other discussions we had previously had that would fit the associate member bill, only this time, they were women.

The first was 19 year old Ella, the one from our Christmas party, the one my husband has already fucked a number of times over Christmas, as have Anna and I. She loves sex, but not relationships, and boy is she a great fuck. After that Christmas session, she offered, perhaps once a month, to waitress for one of our evening soirees with all of us and be available for free-use at that event, wearing her tiny waitress outfit from Christmas. Then, perhaps also once a month, making herself available for a day of free-use. She’s a busy hard-working student who wants a good grade, so is unable to commit to a more full-time free-use arrangement. The men loved the idea of nubile young flesh, the women not so much, but as I pointed out, we either like the associate member idea or we don’t, we can’t pick and choose.

Last year, we only made a small change to the free-use. We introduced a monthly men’s night and a women’s night (on the same night). For the women’s night, three of the four women were together, and we would spend the evening having sex with each other, with the only rule that we had to have the same number of orgasms as each other (and at least the number the men rolled on a die) and we weren’t allowed to work on our own bodies, only the other women.

The fourth woman (on rotation) had an entirely different night ahead. She was at the men’s night, restrained, gagged with my ball gag, and free for the men to do whatever they wanted with. A kind of tied-up mini gang bang really.

I only mention this because as part of the Ella plan, I suggested we grant another men’s night and women’s night once a month, but this time, once every month, Ella is the one restrained and gagged, whilst all 5 of us women give each other orgasms, and Ella should be invited to our other women’s night, so while one of the wives was the one restrained, Ella would join the other four for the orgasms.

The other woman on offer was somewhat more practical. Rose was going away for about eight weeks in the summer, and her oldest friend Poppy had offered to come to look after Rose’s husband, “to do everything Rose did for him.” Her husband took that to mean sex too, Rose assumed not, but it turned out she did mean sex, so, Rose told her sex would mean having to do the free-use thing with the other men several times a day, as well as fucking her husband, doing the women’s night and a men’s night too. Poppy quite simply said that if Rose normally did it, she would too. Rose actually felt quite exposed telling such an old and dear friend so many details about her free-use, but she knew it had to be done, she knew she had to get Poppy into the free-use community when Rose was away.

Having agreed to the associate members of both sexes, the men introduced one final thing to the discussion, Submissive Sodomy. I’ve mentioned it a lot recently, I get sodomised every day to keep me in that submissive head space I need, that sodomy where I don’t cum, where I need to not be allowed to cum. By definition, Free-Use is submissive, and Rose and Anna have been feeling it for a while, and even Tanya, until recently resistant to the idea of being submissive, has finally accepted it. After discussion between my husband and Rose’s, her husband decided a while back to sodomise her in the same way as I get it. And seeing the effect it has on me and Rose, Anna decided she wanted it from time to time. Now, only Tanya never has it. The suggestion was all five of us women should have it every day, should be sodomised without cumming first thing every day. Anna agreed without hesitation, but Tanya objected, only agreeing once it was pointed out that she’d get the extra sex she required if she just agreed to be sodomised daily. I think the sodomy will do her good anyway, even if she doesn’t believe it right now.

So, the whole package, the second wives, the submissive sodomy, Helen and her husband, Poppy including free-use and a men’s night, Ella and the second men’s night (and women’s night, waitressing and two twelve hour free-use sessions a month rather than one), and three as yet unidentified men, was approved, to begin on our second free-use anniversary. Assuming Helen and her husband, Poppy and Ella all agreed, you understand.

Tanya and I went over to see Helen almost immediately. She was ridiculously excited and agreed right away, to everything, even the submissive sodomy which her husband thought would be good for her, and her husband agreed to the whole package by phone right then and in person the following morning. Whilst we were doing that, Rose rang Poppy, and they agreed the whole swapping places thing, including the free-use, the submissive sodomy and everything else that went with it. And Anna went and found Ella, studying, and persuaded her to do the extras from her initial offer, one group evening, one men’s night, one women’s night and at least two twelve hour free-use sessions a month, and trying her luck, she threw in a couple of unrelated submissive sodomy sessions too. Ella said yes. To all of it.

So, with everyone agreed, us women set about identifying possible men. We didn’t want to go and indiscriminately ask, as we didn’t want to cause a scandal. So, we had to be careful.

The first one we came up with was a widower about our age, who had been alone for a few years, but had come to the same conclusion as Ella about relationships. So, we thought he might like some no strings whenever he needs it fucking.

The second one was the local farm hand. He’s 18 and seems to treat women the same as breeding cows. Us free-use women like a bit of no-holds-barred breeding, and he does seem to like women older than him, so we hoped our offer would be appealing.

The third one was the local postman, the same postman that my husband had already given groping and sucking rights on my tits. He is divorced, and the enjoyment he gets from my tits made us think he would enjoy the fucking. It turns out over the years, he had fucked Anna and Helen before, Helen quite recently whilst her husband was away for work (with his approval), Anna not long before she joined the free-use community, and they both said he was a decent fuck. Tanya had given him a couple of blow jobs over the years, she told him it was to say thank you, but in reality, it was because she just needed a cock in her mouth.

There were other male options, but for one reason or another, they were ruled out. Tanya wanted her extra sex, to be fair we all did. So, we decided how to go to each of them to sell the idea.

I asked the postman whilst he was giving me a good tit grope. He took absolutely no convincing to sign up, although he did insist that his morning tit gropes would remain unchanged.

Rose told the farm hand that we all needed properly and regularly breeding, and that sold it to him, somewhat easier than we thought.

The one who took some convincing was the widower, a lovely man who was just looking for company. What finally made him say yes was the fact that there were five or more women to give him some company, and the whole point was that we’d fuck him when he wanted it, no questions asked, no refusal.

So that was everyone, and all the plans. Five couples, two female associate members, three male associate members, second wives, the lot. We decided to introduce Helen and her husband into the group with a weekend away with all five couples, and then introduce the associate members at an anniversary celebration party the following weekend, and Ella offered her own black fishnet stockings to go with the slutty waitress outfit I made for her for Christmas, just the super slutty look I wanted for her. This was all so exciting, and to celebrate, our future second husbands (and Tanya’s on Rose) gave us long slow deep anal, followed by us sucking their cocks clean in an ass-to-mouth act that felt really dirty. We were indeed moving the free-use onto another level, and not one of us could wait.

Two Years On (Part One)

16 April 2026 /

My husband has said before that there are few things as much of an instant turn on to him as coming home from work and hearing squelching and grunting that means his wife is being fucked by someone else. And then after the other man cums inside me, my husband gets his turn, gets to make me cum and gets to put his cum inside my already cummy cunt.

And that seems to be happening quite a bit of late. It wouldn’t surprise me if he sets it up that way. After all, one of the things that has made the free-use so intense is the way the men have co-ordinated our fucks, and our other free-use activity. The men only WhatsApp group is alive with timing co-ordination, activity synchronisation, planning for sequential cocks and generally keeping us all on a sexual high.

I can’t tell you how much this co-ordinated working has raised the free-use, has pushed it to extremes. Very little is by chance, and no chance to raise the intensity is missed. Their team work is impeccable.

They have had time to hone these practices. After all, it has been two years since we started on the free-use journey, two years since four women decided they wanted to give control of when they had sex to their collective partners. Four men would have the right to fuck any of the four women pretty much whenever they wanted to. And the women had to do it, regardless of whether they wanted to.

I never expected it to last two years, if I’m honest. But in that time, we’ve changed. Our attitudes, our expectations, our desires, and our requirements have all changed.

All four women are significantly more submissive than they were. It would be hard to be repeatedly bent over and fucked to someone else’s timing and for it not to have an effect. I remember when it first started, after the joy of the initial few weeks and it settled down into just regular free-use, sometimes it was a chore or an annoyance, not that any of us let on to the men. But over time, that has gone, our more submissive attitude has meant that when we are used now, it is a pleasure. Being interrupted for sex is now so mainstream, so normalised that it is expected, welcomed and enjoyed. We’ve even adapted what we do, like figuring out how to get fucked and yet still stir our dinner on the hob. Things like that are so much fun, and totally in the spirit of free-use. And now there is much more masturbation, much more penetration without orgasm, much more display, all intensifying the free-use.

The other major thing that has changed for the women is how much sex they want. I expected that, with so much sex, it would lose its appeal. It would become as boring as doing the laundry, and yet it hasn’t. In fact, it has gone the other way. All four of us now need the sex. Not merely want it, but need it. Being penetrated has become comforting. Not being penetrated has become noticeable, a gaping chasm after merely a few hours. The hunger for a good fuck is now a lot stronger than ever in all four of us.

The men have changed too. Obviously, they all had the desire to fuck us all the time, but physically, they struggled. But all that sex, over such a long timescale, has basically been training their bodies and has meant that their stamina has improved, both in terms of how long a fuck can last, but also how many fucks they can get in a day and how quick their recovery time is. Their knowledge of their bodies and how to get the best out of little blue pills has added more fucks into the mix as well. The biggest change though is the increase in the volume of their cum and how often they can cum, and as a cum slut, I adore that. Feeling a big load inside me, feeling it run down my leg after the event, is so fantastic, and their bodies have really stepped up.

Speaking of cum running down my legs, this blog post hasn’t taken me long to write so far, and I’ve already been interrupted for a fuck by Tanya’s husband, and as if often the case, he came just inside my cunt, and as I sit here, I can feel his cum trying to escape from my cunt. It’s a wonderful feeling, and these days, I get to feel it a lot. It is the sort of thing that makes free-use so fantastic, a reminder of free-use past and that that will come (and cum!), a free-use badge of honour.

But coming up to our second anniversary of free-use, we’ve been discussing, and have now agreed on some changes, things we expect will move the free-use on to another level.

Firstly, the men have decided they want to introduce the concept of a “second wife”. The original idea of the free-use was that sex across the three women who are not their wife should be roughly equal, and that’s mostly held true, and as wives, we’ve had more sex than the rest, purely because our husbands have more rights over us than the others (for example, our husbands have overnight rights to us when we are not available to others), although each husband is the lowest on the pecking order for their wife, so if my husband is fucking me, he has to give way if someone else wants to. And the men do enjoy doing that to each other, and us women are used to interrupted fucks and consecutive cocks.

Well, three of the men have their own favourite of the other three women, and they are different women, so they came up with this idea of a second wife. There are a number of changes for this, firstly the men would have first dibs on the second wife, so they can interrupt someone else and the someone has to give way. The second husband can’t stop someone else having sex with the second wife, but they can interrupt and get in first. Secondly, the men are allowed to fuck their second wives twice as much as the other two women, adding to the imbalance of individual fucking numbers, but it would balance out over the group as a whole. Thirdly, the men decided to limit the amount they can fuck their actual wives to the same number as the second wife (ie twice as much as the other women), although doing the stats, this would reduce fucking their wives very little, and the women would be fucked more by their second husbands anyway. Fourthly, it was decided that on particular days at least once a week, hopefully more than that, the men would all spend the night with the second wife, and have the additional overnight sexual privileges over their second wife rather than their own, an exchange of overnight rights with the other men. If the second wives spend further nights with the second husband and his wife isn’t there (like Anna does when I’m at Carla’s), the extra privileges apply there too.

So, I would be second wife to Rose’s husband, who every single time gives me a damned good fuck, who adores fucking me and who I adore fucking me, so I’m very happy with this pairing. My husband would have Anna, obviously, and Anna’s husband would have Tanya, who he is totally obsessed with, and she feels that in the size and hardness of his cock. She too is very happy with getting more of it. That leaves Rose and Tanya’s husband, who don’t have the same kind of obsession with each other. But they did have an idea.

There is another couple from across the road, Helen and her husband, and they know what we do, in full on explicit detail, and they’ve made it very clear they are desperate to join us, all in, as full members of the free-use group. Helen and her husband have been fucking in the village hall car park with some of the rest of us at events, so they are certainly in the right space fucking-wise. Now, Tanya’s husband is obsessed with Helen and Rose adores Helen’s husband. She thinks he is a lovely man, who she knows is very good with his hands and (according to Helen) he’s got a big cock and knows how to use it. So, assuming they agree to the second wife allocations, and to the rest of the free-use rules, that arrangement would work for everyone.

And Helen meets the other admittance criterium for our free-use group – she has big tits, and my husband saw them for the first time when she wore a tiny bikini doing the gardening last summer, the bikini barely holding them in, with them swinging away as she dug the ground. He, like all the men, will adore playing with them, adore groping them, adore mauling them, adore sucking them.

The three men came up with this idea, Rose and Tanya’s husband came up with the Helen plan and the whole lot was put it to us women for agreement, and that was our chance to get another change we wanted through.

A Messy New Year

18 January 2026 /

Every single New Year’s Eve since we’ve been together, my husband and I have marked the point of midnight by fucking. We start fucking in the last few minutes of the one year, fuck all through the top of the hour and finish off in the new year.

Wherever we are, we do this. At home, at someone else’s house (in private), at someone else’s house (with an audience) or like this New Year, when we were at an event. A New Year Ball at our village hall. The first year we went to this event, we were planning on going home, but left it too late. So, in desperation, we went round the back of the village hall to find somewhere quiet for a quick sneaky fuck. What we found were a couple of other couples clearly intent on doing the same thing, and already making a start. It wasn’t long before my dress was round my waist and his cock was in my cunt. I was expecting to warm him up, but the prospect of an outside fuck, then getting to watch others fuck as well, made him perfectly hard enough.

I remember on that instance, it was quite warm and so quite a long fuck. This year, it was much colder. My nipples were rock hard as soon as we left the warmth of the village hall. My cunt’s microclimate was keeping it warm, but my ass cheeks soon went cold as soon as they were bared and a cold wind blew over them.

My dress, well that is amazing. It is a full length figure hugging silver shimmery dress. It has a deep, but narrow V plunge (so no bra possible, but the dress is shaped to hold the tits up anyway) and splits from my feet to my waist on each side (important for the fucking). Underneath, I wore white stockings and suspenders. I finished it off with silver shoes and a silver fascinator in my hair.

I would never have tried the dress on, as I would assume it would show every lump and bump, but it didn’t. But it did show the shape of my freezing cold rock hard nipples and my metal suspender clips, both things I was happy to display.

All through the evening, my husband was whispering total filth into my ear. His words, combined with a few tit touches and ass brushes got me in the mood and got my cunt moist in anticipation, and the big old village clock ticking its way towards my impending outside fuck just added to the atmosphere.

With seven minutes to go, he took my hand and took me outside, lining me up with the others out there for a fuck. I groped at his trousered cock, but he didn’t really need that, so I just undid his fly and pulled his cock out, then taking my position bending over, leaning on a fence post. He pulled my dress up to my waist, the splits from waist to floor being critical here, and he just finger fucked my cunt a couple of times whilst he ascertained my cunt was slick enough, then he just lined me up with his cock and then just pushed his rock hard cock in.

Despite being so cold, it felt so good, and the breeze over my ass soon made it even colder. His rhythm was steady, with firm slams in (my arms taking the strain and recovering my body to position each time). My ass cheeks got cold quickly, so every minute or so, I got him to pull out, spank each cheek as hard as he could a couple of times, and then plough back in and carry on fucking. It did warm my ass each time, and some of the other men saw and did the same to warm their own woman’s ass.

It wasn’t practical for him to grab my tits in this dress, which would have been handy, as it might have warmed my nipples up. There was no warmth in this dress, and even though it was only a couple of minutes, my nipples were so hard, and by the time it reached midnight, they were so large and so painful. But there was no relief and my cunt was happy, so I carried on. He had been slowly building my orgasm since before midnight, but was going quickly and accelerating now. I was so close, so in to the fuck that I completely forgot my surroundings, forgot the audience, forgot the exposure. And a woman crying out next to me as she came was what finished me off too, me adding to the cries, my cunt clamping down on his cock. He gave me another couple of valiant strokes, before pulling mostly out, so his glans was just inside my cunt, and it was there he came. Copious amounts of cum that had built up in the last nine hours, and all of it deposited just inside my cunt.

I knew what he wanted. He wanted cum to be sliding out of my cunt, and getting me messy. With no panties to protect me, there was no way this was going to be anything other than a disaster zone under my dress, a position he loved putting me in. And I knew how to handle it, just try to ignore it, and if I drip cum on the floor, it isn’t my fault. He wouldn’t let me clean up anyway, so with nipples so hard and painful, with cum already sliding out of my cunt all over my crotch and stockings, I went back inside.

I felt so slutty, so horny, so sexy that despite just being fucked, I wanted more. And my secret messiness just ramped up my slutty feelings even more. We’ve done this a lot, and it still feels so filthy, so slutty, and I absolutely love it.

People started drifting off quite quickly after midnight, but my husband made us stay later than that, made my messy cunt the focus of my attention for a good 45 minutes.

The walk home is only about five minutes, but my nipples, which had very slightly defrosted inside the village hall, were back rock hard and painful again, almost feeling like they were about to explode. I was almost crying when I got in, they were so painful.

He took me into the kitchen, removed the dress, and then bent me over the worktop, lubed up my ass and ploughed in, holding my hips to give him a strong anal penetration. As my nipples slowly started to defrost without touching anything, my tits were wildly swinging from his powerful strokes. It felt more submission sodomy than something I was about to cum from, and indeed, I felt him growing and ultimately start to throb.

But again, he pulled nearly all the way out, spurting into my asshole with only his glans inside my pucker. And then, without letting me cum again, he stood back and admired his handywork, admired the mess he’d created round my cunt, on my stockings and then as a little cum slid back out of my asshole.

I felt like a complete slut with so much cum already slid out of me and glistening in the light. Once he had inspected my cunt and ass over and over, he went and got the camera to document just how messy I was. For some reason, he really loved it. I’ve become used to it over the years, so I enjoy it immensely too.

Once his camera work was done, he took me upstairs to bed, restrained me by wrists over my head and by ankles to the foot of the bed, and then kissing me, he told me to sleep, him wanting me to start the new year as a cummy mess, and only then did he start sucking on my still cold nipples, the warmth of another human warming them up in a way nothing else would.

His mouth soothed them, and there was no twisting or nibbling, just gentle warming sucks and tongue flicks. Oh, it felt so good for them not to be in pain.

And then I did sleep, until I was awoken with him manoeuvring me into position for my morning sodomy session, having unlocked me. He hadn’t cleaned me up at all, just ploughing into my lubed ass for nearly an hour, before cumming, you guessed it, just inside my asshole. More cum to slide out.

Once he had finished (and I hadn’t cum, obviously), he rolled me back over again and re-restrained me, leaving me to sleep again, but with a fresh dose of cum to slide out of my ass.

Once I awoke again, Anna was there, there to clean me up, with her tongue. My husband had insisted every single drop of cum was to go down Anna’s or my throat (transferred via cum kiss), and if she made me cum, so be it. I knew she’d try. The twist I wasn’t expecting was that he insisted on masturbating Anna’s beautiful moist cunt all the time she was licking, and he would make her cum too, obviously.

Was a great slutty start to the New Year! Setting the tone. Setting the pace.

The Waifs and Strays Club (Part Four)

10 January 2026 /

Nikki, a woman who we had seen fuck a number of times, a woman who my husband had longed to fuck for years, was finally about to be impaled by his rock-hard cock. He was about to make her a very rare thing, a woman who has taken his cock in her ass before her cunt.

She was still fairly broken from her fucking machine orgasms, so him placing a cushion under her waist meant she could still be supported whilst he fucked her. She felt lube get squirted onto her asshole and rubbed in by some fingers, the next squirt rubbed in by his glans, and all too soon, he was pressing on her ass pucker. Her asshole had no resistance and accepted his glans straight away, sucking his cock in and allowing him to push in in one fluid movement. She cried out as he completely filled her ass. It really felt like she’d never felt so full, and yet she knew, in a matter of seconds, that plug that was filling her asshole would start fucking it.

She breathed deeply and prepared herself, and in only a few moments, he started slowly withdrawing from her asshole, then forcefully driving back in again, each stroke slightly winding her. She’d seen that monster cock punish my asshole over and over again across the years, and now it was her asshole’s time. And punish it it did. Stretching her, filling her, the rubbing making an orgasm build, not twice but three times, between the first and second him yelling at me that I needed to focus on Sara’s clit. His drive was immaculate, his power good, his grip over her strong. All three of Nikki’s orgasms were exhausting empty cunt orgasms, this first two ignored by him as he ploughed on, the third very shortly followed by him cumming deep in her asshole.

As he leant over her, cock still buried in her asshole, but shrinking, he told her next time, he’d fill her cunt, and she smiled, a sleepy, tired satisfied smile and told him she could hardly wait.

The whole of Christmas Day was like this, orgasm after orgasm, someone taking a fuck from the fucking machine, the men fucking as soon as they had recovered, and lots of cunt licking between women in the meantime. My first orgasm of many came at the hands of the barman in my ass (as I suspected) and Paula working my tits. I was so hyped up I came so hard, and so quickly, that they both carried on and made me cum again.

Tits were aching from all the manhandling, cunts were aching from all the cumming, assholes knew they’d been penetrated over and over, and yet still no one stopped. This time was too precious.

Christmas evening brought about my second session on the fucking machine, and whilst my fuck was being run by the barman, with Sara (mostly) on my tits, my husband said he’d say when to stop the machine and let me off. And he sat watching my ordeal on the sofa, eating snacks and having Ella suck on his cock and licking his balls, making his cock and balls feel really pampered whilst me, his poor wife, was being brutalised by an unrelenting unyielding uncaring machine and a woman who wanted all the women’s tits to feel as achy and mistreated as hers were.

And at the end of the day, the grand finale for my husband was finally getting inside Nikki’s dripping well-used cunt. She knelt on the floor and then my husband pushed her forward, bending her over so her head touched the floor and her ass was left in the air. He parted her feet a bit, bringing her messy cunt into view, and then, after a bit of glans rubbing against her cunt, he pushed his cock in. Grabbing on to her hips for power, he started a nice slow rhythmic fucking. He’d cum a lot, we all had, so she settled in for a long long fuck. He felt good. She’d always admired his cock, and now it was his turn to fuck her cunt. She knew she could have it a lot more over time, but now, it was all for her. She relaxed, as he was holding her up, and with a smile, she just enjoyed the rubbing, enjoyed being filled, then emptied, then filled again. At one point, he pulled out, bent down and spat on her cunt a couple of times, before taking his position again and pushing his glans back into her cunt. The spitting on her cunt felt so demeaning, and yet felt so right. He’d so got her number.

He stayed steadfastly on rhythm, not allowing her orgasm to build. It seemed harsh to her, but she knew when he did make her cum, it would be good. No long fuck, no long build-up has ever gone to waste with him. He pulled her ass cheeks apart as he held her hips, deforming her asshole and allowing him to watch as he fucked. She felt his cock harden even more watching her asshole. He was probably remembering earlier just like she was.

And then, he adjusted position, pushing her hips forwards a bit and making her adjust her upper body on the floor. But now he was perfectly rubbing inside her cunt, tormenting her clit from the inside. Her orgasm started building quickly now, but that relentless slow drive was keeping him far from orgasm. Hers came fast and hard, and he ignored it, carrying on his relentless rhythm, her orgasm seeming irrelevant to him. Far from it in fact, but time after time, he pulled an orgasm out of her. Her cunt got tender and sensitive, she begged him to stop fucking her, but he didn’t. She knew he wouldn’t. She hadn’t used the safeword. It just upped the drama of the situation, upped the feeling in her cunt, upped the hardness of his cock and the power of his drive.

But even he in his well fucked state wasn’t immune to all that rubbing. He got bigger, she started crying out and that just spurred him on even more, trying to hang on a few strokes longer whilst his now sensitive glans rubbed inside her cunt again and again. She yelled for him to cum in her, he knew he wanted to. He did, but fought just a few more strokes, Nikki’s noise suggesting she was close, and eventually, when he did tip her over again, her cunt squeezing his cock did him this time and it squirted cum deep inside her, squirt after squirt, and as Nikki shuddered, paused, shuddered, paused, milking him as much as he was milking her.

And as soon as they had both stopped cumming and he had shrunk out of her cunt, he was replaced by Anna, her hands holding on to Nikki’s hips, her face buried in her cunt, devouring every millimetre of her cunt, every drop of their combined juices. Anna loved the taste of his cum, and to her, it tasted even better if it was mixed with some slut’s orgasm juices. Nikki sure felt like that slut, and it was amazing.

This fuck fest carried on until lunchtime on Boxing Day. My morning non-cumming sodomy was delivered by the barman, whilst Laura’s ex did it on Anna and my husband did it on Ella. My husband thought Anna really needed a submissive sodomy session. She was fretting about something and it calmed her right down, the not cumming calmed her right down, as it always does for me. Ella was intrigued when she saw me get it on Christmas morning, so my husband offered to show her what I felt. And she did feel it, the submissive feelings. Even that one sodomy session without her cumming started to make her more submissive. It was clear she’d want it again.

Paula had another go on the fucking machine, this time far longer than the first. She said she wanted it, and Carla made it happen, bringing Sara to pull on her already aching tits. Seeing poor Paula riding the machine, then getting broken by the machine made Sara want the same, for the machine to do that to her again, and she almost passed out from the stimulation this time. But as soon as she was dragged off it, she was spit roasted, ass and mouth this time by Ella and Nikki wearing strap ons. I’ve never seen Sara so used up, just trying to hang on for her absolute favourite fuck.

We rolled dice to see who got the last orgasm before we finished the fuckfest and decanted to the pub (where Carla and the barman were on duty for the rest of the day) and that was won by me, being finger fucked by Ella. She started off so gentle, so loving, so caring, and then over time, got harsher and more brutal, but I’d cum so much it was hard for her to drag one final orgasm out of me. I think her fingers were tiring, but she did manage it, with me clamping down on her fingers as she triumphantly made me cum.

We may have been waifs and strays, but we were liberally fucked and never for one second felt alone. Now that’s the way to spend Christmas!

The Waifs and Strays Club (Part Three)

6 January 2026 /

It was starting to get light, and people were starting to rouse. I heard my husband from afar find out if everyone was awake (they were), and then he came over to me, rolled me over, putting a pillow under my waist, and then he began lubing my asshole, explaining to everyone how I have to have a hard sodomy session every single morning to make me submissive, subservient and to keep me happy for the rest of the day. It was a public exposure of my growing submissiveness that I wasn’t quite expecting, but I was at peace. Because it was the truth.

Ella went to put the kettle on as my husband prepared my asshole, with her only just returning as he pushed his cock against my ass pucker, my asshole eagerly sucking him in and with that, his hard strokes began, with his cock getting initially much harder, much girthier and much longer. I needed him to not make me cum. If I cum, I lose the sub head space that I want. So as always, this particular fuck was hard, unforgiving and all about him, and nobody was missing a second of it. And even though I had an audience, it did put me in the head space I wanted. This certainly wouldn’t be the last ass fuck I’d have today, but it was the most important.

And when he came and withdrew, he told them to leave me for a while, because I needed to not cum for a while. My slightly sore messy asshole was upwards, visible and needing some care. It didn’t get it, and I knew, I just knew, my next penetration from a hard cock would be one of the other men in my asshole again. I expected nothing less, no compassion, just building on and emphasising my previous fucks. Whilst my asshole really needed a break, my head didn’t want to give it one.

Carla and Ella made breakfast, whilst Anna sucked the taste of my asshole off my husband’s cock and the other men were having their cocks sucked too by Sara, alternating cocks whilst the other man pulled on her tits.

Paula was loading Nikki onto the fucking machine, pulling the leg straps tight, binding her wrists behind her back, impaling her cunt and asshole, the dildos still sticky from the night before. Ella crouched in front of Nikki and fed her a piece of toast, just as Paula turned the machine on. Three swallowed bites of toast was all she managed before the machine fuck took over, and Ella had to remove the toast and pop it on a plate. Carla stroked Nikki’s hair and groped at her tits, whilst Paula held Nikki in place, Carla encouraging her to fight her orgasms for as long as possible, to extend the machine fuck as long as possible. And Nikki would. For her, this party was about her reclaiming her public fucking mojo, was about her getting herself fucked as she had been denying herself for years, was about her recovering from her ex.

Nikki’s cries started quite quickly. Her mouth got very lude, her language a constant stream of filth, and all too soon, she came, hard. And after she came, Paula didn’t turn the machine off, she turned it up, made the vibrations and movements harder. She gave Nikki absolutely no rest, just ploughed on, Nikki calling her a fucking bitch and chastising her for carrying on, an action that was rewarded with get another increase in speed. Carla’s mauling of her tits got harder in sync with the fucking machine, and they got three more orgasms out of her before they took pity and turned the machine off.

I was just watching, left alone in my submissive state, knowing that I’d cum soon enough. In fact, I was fairly close to cumming just from the visuals of what was done to poor Nikki.

And the next visuals were from Sara, who, having got two cocks hard, proceeded to get a spit roast, her absolute favourite, the barman’s cock in her mouth, Laura’s ex in her cunt, and a bonus dildo buried in her ass. She loved showing everyone her spit roasted slut self, and she was so excited at being triply filled that she came over and over from it without the men getting near cumming. After a while of vigorous fucking, the men signalled to each other and pulled out, changing ends so that the barman’s hard cock coated with her saliva was pounded into her cunt, her cunt juice coating the hard cock of Laura’s ex in her mouth. The hard double ended fucking continued, Sara cumming a couple more times before the barman came as well. The barman had been holding her hips, holding her up whilst they fucked, but as soon as he came, he let go and she slumped on the floor, leaving Laura’s ex looking for somewhere to insert a very hard very excited cock to finish off.

He looked over and saw my ass, still propped up on a pillow, my cheeks slightly parted to reveal some of my husband’s cum round my ass pucker. I smiled, with almost pleading eyes, but heard my husband say to go for it, but I wasn’t ready to cum. I so was ready to cum, but I knew he was right, and I’d lose that submissive feeling I love if he made me cum. So, a quick squirt of lube and Laura’s ex pushed his enormous rock hard cock through my pucker. It was a little rougher than usual because he was way harder and way larger than usual, and whilst his cock felt slightly under-lubed, it was a little uncomfortable, but not painful, and any discomfort was soon forgotten as he started fucking away. Whilst his cock went really deep, really powerfully, his strokes were slow, deliberate, keeping his really excited cock from cumming too soon, prolonging my sodomy. It felt like his cock was stretching my asshole all the time, that long time slow strokes kept him hard, kept me filled.

He must have sensed that I was starting to build up to cum, because he accelerated, slamming hard and fast, and came in no time at all, filling my asshole with his creamy cum well before I got near to that orgasm I wanted so much. He stroked my hair, and told me I’d get to cum soon enough, but as his cock shrank out of my asshole, he left it feeling shockingly empty, a void where once was strength and power. He wiped his glans in my ass crack, adding more cum to it, marking me as the sodomy slut I truly am. The symbology was powerful, and added to my sense of submission.

After having a quick word in Ella’s ear, my husband’s attention turned to Nikki, who he still hadn’t fucked. He’d wanted to for so long, back when we didn’t trade partners, just fucked in front of others. His cock was hard, having just watched my anal pounding, and Nikki still hadn’t recovered from the fucking machine. But seeing his intent, she beckoned him down and took his already hard cock in her mouth, working it with her mouth and a hand, whilst she cupped his balls in her other hand. After not too long, he pulled out and rolled her over onto her front, pulling her waist up and pushing a pillow under her belly. He was going to have her ass first, make her that rarest of women that you got fuck her ass for the first time before fucking her cunt for the first time.

I felt someone part my ass cheeks and start licking down my ass crack, focussing on my ass pucker each time over. I looked over my shoulder to see Ella, on her hands and knees totally focussed on my ass crack. When my crack was cleared of cum, she focussed on my pucker, trying to tunnel the tip of her tongue through it, just managing it before going tiny fucking motions with it. It felt so good, so nice. Ella was great with her tongue.

Once her tongue got tired, she used a tongue and forefinger to stretch open my pucker and inserted a lubed dildo Carla handed to her, pushing it right in with a single movement, then starting to fuck my asshole with it, powered by her hands.

And then, she stopped, left it buried in my asshole and rolled me over, Carla spreading my legs wide and using her tongue on my moist cunt, licking firmly but avoiding my clit. I felt like I’d exploded if she simply flicked once over it, but she didn’t. I sensed my husband’s doing, still keeping me from cumming, yet building me all the time.

When Carla’s tongue tired, Paula took over, with the same frustrating clit-avoiding behaviour. My husband is a bastard some times. And when her tongue tired, my cunt was filled with a dildo like my asshole was, and Sara lowered her cunt to my mouth. I tried avoiding her clit, but someone (not her) viciously twisted my nipples backwards and forwards, with my husband (who was working on Nikki) shouting across to focus on her clit. Subservience at its best, I did what I was told, and got her squirting in my face for my trouble. She tasted so good, and I licked off all I could reach, the rest being left to dry on my face.

Nikki started screaming, which meant my husband had her where he wanted her too.

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