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Free Use 2.0 (Part One)

15 July 2026 / / 3 Comments

I don’t think any of the five women had come down from our weekend of sex, of submission, of our first ownership by our second husbands and of our collective taking of Helen. To be honest, the men hadn’t either. They were rampant all week, they used us way more than usual, and we were all so up for it. And Helen, she’d been fucked so much that week, she’d barely got anything else done. Welcome to the future Helen!

But from this night, the new Free-Use arrangements would be complete. The whole new free-use community were gathered in our lounge. Eight men, seven women. The men were still fully clothed. Ella had her slutty waitress outfit on, in her full tits out, short skirted, pantyless, fishnet stockinged glory, and she was already busy giving drinks out. The rest of the women were in our Roman Togas, our left tits on display, our right covered up. There was no ceremony in removing our coats, revealing our first tit each, although Poppy’s tit was obviously exciting and was the centre of visual attention, but left untouched for the moment. That would change soon enough.

It was the party to celebrate two years of free-use, and now the extension with the new rules. Free-Use 2.0

There wasn’t an unexcited person in the house. The air was full of anticipation, of hype, and of promise. My husband was Master of Ceremonies, and explained that each woman would be strapped into our gyne chair for an intimate examination from the free-use community, male and female. The new women would be examined by every member, male and female, including measurements of their cunts, asses and tits as the four original free-use women had at the beginning of our free-use adventure. The new men would also get to examine the four original free-use women. Each inspection could only be for a few minutes, as there were a lot of inspections to do, but it was the perfect way to start the future, as it was so very revealing and enormously exposing.

We drew lots to work out the order of our examinations, and Ella went first. Probably sensible, as our husbands could set the pace with her examination and the new men could follow at the end.

The rest of the women would have our togas removed by one of the men, Ella (as her tits were both out already) would merely have her tiny skirt flipped up to reveal her cunt. Then all of us would have our tits worked by the same man, our tits would be groped, squeezed, pulled, twisted, stretched and generally manhandled. My husband did a sterling job on Ella’s magnificent tits. The postman did similar with mine. After our tits were sufficiently abused, the examinations would begin.

The examination was invasive, clinical. Inspections, insertions, stretchings, all to prepare us for a measurement. Ruler inserted into the cunt to measure depth, cunt lips measured as they are and then stretched to the point of pain to get further measurements. The diameter of nipples and areolae measured in a natural state, then worked by a monster mains-powered wand to peak arousal for more measuring. Clit diameter and length measured in its natural state, and then the same brutal wand making it as big and hard as possible for more measurements. Inflatable butt plug, inflated until she could take no more, used to measure her asshole. And many more measurements of her tits, cunt and ass.

As part of each measurement, photos are taken and each man will have them on a secret app, an app that syncs all their photos of us to all the men. For pure photo purposes, a speculum with wide outside flaps was used to display her pisshole and a metal sound used to push just inside, and then a different sort of speculum, longer, deeper was used to display her cervix and the same metal sound used to push just inside that too. So invasive, so demeaning.

They have hundreds of pictures of each of us original four, spanked asses, penetrated asses, penetrated cunts, sloppy blow jobs, gagging blow jobs, make-up ruined, you name it. That app holds our shame, those photos are our shame, and these new ones would be added. I’ll be honest, I don’t much like the photos, but the men want them, so they get them.

And when all the measurements were completed, when all the men had inspected her, Ella was masturbated until she came. Clinical. Unfeeling. Unemotional.

Rose and I went next, Helen followed, and then Anna and Tanya. Helen was inspected like Ella, the other four just had the new people inspect and a clinical orgasm.

That left Poppy. In some ways, that was pleasing, and her inspection was also like Ella and Helen, although she was forced to have two clinical orgasms one after the other. I have no idea why.

Despite being such an old friend, Rose had never seen Poppy fuck before, not even seen her cum before. She was probably the one friend Rose had never masturbated with. To be honest, she had little idea about her sex life at all, and yet here she was, offering to fuck Rose’s husband while she was away, and now about to take cock after cock like a fuck weary slut. Sometimes, even old friends surprise each other.

Next, as he had with Helen and her husband, my husband made all the new members verbally consent to free-use now and for the future, a consent given with witnesses. All did so willingly. One could tell from the tenting trousers on the men that they were ready to go.

Men would be chosen at random to fuck, until all eight women had fucked, then they’d start again. The women were already placed in sequence, Ella, Helen, one of the original four, Poppy, and then round again. No man could fuck his wife, or his second wife, so if they were drawn, they’d go back in the pot. I know my husband wanted Poppy, and I know he really wanted her asshole first, as he always does with new women.

I was on the second cycle, and of course, I drew my husband, so he went back and I ended up with the farm hand. I just looked at him and told him to breed me. He had a glint in his eye as he spun me round, bent me over the arm of the settee and masturbated me for a couple of minutes. He was rough, unfeeling, business-like. He then lent in past me, grabbed a hanging tit in each hand and started milking them, squeezing and elongating the nipple whilst squeezing the flesh to get milk out. Of course, there was no milk to get out (much to my sadness), but he milked my flabby hanging tits for all they were worth. Once he felt I’d been milked enough (and by that, I meant he ignored my comments about tender nipples and carried on until he was good and ready), he lined up behind me and just pushed his hard chubby cock in through my cunt lips and then slammed in hard. He was young. He had energy, stamina and power, and he just slammed me like an animal, pulling me into the right position, slapping my ass if I was even a millimetre away from where he wanted me, hauling my body to be in the perfect place for a deep penetration, pounding over and over with hard rhythmic slams. There was no finesse, no love. This was breeding, at its cold, harsh, business-like best. What made it even more electric for me, what made me even more kinky for me was the way he was talking the crowd through the breeding process like I wasn’t capable of understanding, like I was Buttercup a prized cow, the indignity of the discussion, the clinicalness of the breeding and his offhand demeanour just made the breeding so much more intense, so perfectly orgasmic. And of course, I came and he carried on breeding me, explaining how one orgasm was necessary before he planted his seed, before he impregnated me. Oh my god, the language, turning a decent fuck into an amazing fuck. And as soon as he came, he pulled out and explained how the prize cow needs to be left there for his cum to work it’s magic, and so I was left, bent over the sofa arm, legs spread, cunt gaping slightly, my breeding all but complete.

And there I stayed until my husband was drawn again, this time he was drawn last, this time he got Poppy. And as Tanya’s husband had used Poppy’s cunt the first time round, my husband took advantage of that situation to pull out the lube and announce to Poppy that her asshole would be his, would be filled by his hard cock, would be filled by his thick creamy cum. She looked very slightly scared as he bent her over the kitchen work surface and started lubing her asshole, but she knew that if she wanted to replace Rose properly, she’d have to take all their cocks in her asshole, and soon, and she was excited about that overuse prospect, so now was as good a time as ever.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Four)

3 July 2026 / / 7 Comments

Rose and I stopped crying fairly quickly, as the pain in our nipples and clits became a dull throb, a familiar kind of throb from our spankings, a comforting kind of throb. We were both comforted, soothed, loved by our second husbands, but our nipples and clits were not soothed, not touched even, left alone to their pain and throbs.

It was almost time for us to retire, Rose and I knowing our painful nipples and clits would make our final fuckings of the day more of an ordeal.

But even the men, and their amazingly resilient cocks, were running out of steam, so our first bit of second husband ownership of the night was our assholes being fucked by some dildos, my and Rose’s nipples rubbing on the bed with each slam in, reminding us constantly of the punishment.

Then our cunts being pounded by our dildos, swapped around so that we were penetrated by a dildo that had been in someone else’s asshole and cunt earlier, dirty from their assholes and then from our own. That use of dirty dildos really plays into our submission, knowing we shouldn’t do that, and yet submitting to it, a dirty yet free-use act.

And only as their arms tired, did their cocks make it to our mouths for hardening, and then back into our assholes for a late night dose of Submissive Sodomy. None of the women came for the entire time. The men did, one last time, really putting a full stop on our submissive day, only further emphasised by our pre-7am Submissive Sodomy the following morning.

Breakfast went much as the previous day, our tits and cunts displayed for all, and then we found out about the morning’s entertainment. It was Anna’s husband’s birthday, and for the men’s birthdays, we always do something special they want us to do. He had requested that I do a masturbating cake sit and then as I offer my cake covered ass and cunt for him to clear, the other women were to peg him, hard, prolonged. We women thought of it as well deserved payback for all the hard slamming fucks our assholes are regularly forced to take.

I haven’t mentioned a masturbating cake sit before. It was something I read about another woman doing on a cake sit blog, and it is such a fucking obvious thing to do. In this case, I was on all fours, my cunt angled to line up with the middle of the top of the cake, so I would spray cunt juices all over the cake. Anna then finger fucked me whilst Rose held me in place with two fingers deep in my asshole, and they made me cum, they made me squirt all over the top of the cake. With the cake plastered with my cunt juices, I began grinding my ass and cunt into the cake, rocking backwards and forwards, collecting cake in my cunt, between my legs, down my ass crack and plastered all over my ass cheeks. On and off, I was playing with my still-tender clit, adding more cunt juices as I ground the cake in.

All eyes were on my body as it moved, almost danced onto the cake, me almost being oblivious to the audience, as I got mesmerised by how wonderful the cake felt, the oozing into my ass crack and cunt. It is such a special feeling, and I wasn’t expecting a cake sit this weekend, so it was an absolute joy.

And once I was fully seated on the cake platter, a situation that took a couple of minutes to get to, Anna punished my clit further, by using my vicious wand to apply vibrations only to my clit (from above, with a cup shaped attachment that hugged my clit perfectly) and made me cum again, with me grinding the wet remnants of cake into my cunt. Whilst Anna was making me cum with the wand, Rose put her fingers that tasted of my ass into my mouth to taste. That just enhanced my cumming, she knew it would.

So, my ass and cunt were loaded with cake, and one of the men draped a towel over the sofa, and I was manoeuvred to be face down on it, me keeping my legs together to keep the cake attached. Anna’s husband, whose birthday treat this was, was bent over the sofa arm, his ass pointing upwards, and his face was almost touching my cake covered ass. He leant in and started licking and eating as Tanya lubed his asshole and Rose loaded herself into the first strap-on. Helen inserted her fingers into his asshole to loosen it up, before Rose put the tip of the strap-on against his pucker and pushed in. He reared up, lifting his face off my ass, before returning to position and starting to lick the cake off my ass again. He felt two sets of hands hold him down as Rose started firm strokes, stopping his body from rearing up, keeping his tongue close to my cake covered ass.

Rose built up speed, with full length strokes, slamming her silicone balls into his real balls with every stroke. Meanwhile, Anna had poked his cock, which was outside the arm of the chair, into a glass. The women needed his cum. The men who were starting to wank themselves watching this were given glasses too. The women needed their cum as well.

Whilst Rose was pegging him, Tanya was loading herself into another strap-on and was lubed up, and when Rose needed a break, she pulled out and Tanya immediately penetrated him, his asshole not being filled for so little time that it wasn’t fully closed up. Tanya was quickly up to speed, and to her silicone balls slapping best in no time.

My body was moved a little several times to give his tongue more cake to reach, and Tanya was replaced by Anna and then Helen, before starting round again. We women were determined to peg him for as long as we have to take them fucking our assholes on relay.

Once he had mostly cleared my ass of cake, my body was moved again, this time, my belly had a pillow put under it, my legs were spread and his head was right in between my legs, his nose jammed into the lower reaches of my now cleared but still slightly sticky ass crack, his tongue licking cake off my cunt. And still his pegging carried on. The dildos the women were fucking his asshole with were substantial, far girthier than the men’s cocks. Helen’s husband was both in awe of what this man took up his ass, and slightly scared, because he knew his asshole would have to take such a pounding and such a stretching eventually. The women, being used to both taking and giving such dildos in the ass, were rather more in awe of the amount of cake this man had eaten.

The women pegging him were as relentless to him as the men are to them, and he expected nothing less. That they were waiting to collect his cum was slightly humiliating. That they were waiting to collect the cum of the other men who were wanking themselves watching him was rather more humiliating.

When she saw the pegged ass twitching, Tanya reached up and grabbed his cock, which had already cum a little into the glass, and milked his cock with her hand to extract as much cum as she could. And there was a lot. Despite how much he had cum already, pegging him always produced loads of cum.

Tanya then went round and collected all the men’s cum, and mixed it all together. Then, she loaded a lube syringe with cum and, after the dildo was withdrawn from Anna’s husband’s asshole and he was being held in place, she inserted the syringe and emptied the cum into his asshole. And she filled the syringe again and again, and emptied it into his asshole again and again. His asshole was filled with the combined cum of five men, including his own, and then Tanya roughly pushed the largest butt plug they had into his well pegged asshole, to keep the cum in place, not something the men usually allowed the women.

Now, he was like the women usually are, an asshole full of cum, an asshole uncomfortable from the pegging, an asshole that knows what’s been done to it. He lay there, still licking at my cunt for any scrap of cake as the cum trickle down deep inside him. Everyone left us to it as the women packed up for departure, and the men made lunch. Not that Anna’s husband wanted any lunch, he’d eaten far too much cake.

And what was left of my cake covered cunt and ass was dessert for the rest of them, not that there was much left. I slid around the platter, my cunt and ass picking up any scraps of cake left, before I bent over the arm of the sofa for the licking and cleaning to commence. One of the men produced four cup cakes, and two of them were ground into my ass crack and two into my cunt, so there was cake to be eaten.

Eight tongues sequentially licking at my cunt and ass, focussing on my clit and ass pucker, moving my cheeks and my cunt lips apart, lead me to cum, adding flavour to the cake again.

And once I was clear, I wasn’t allowed a shower to remove the sticky cake residue, and I had to take my place in a line of us women, hands clasped behind our heads, forcing our tits out, with our legs slightly apart. The men then started discussing our performances over the weekend, what a great weekend it was, how well we had done, how much we had cum, and then, one by one, they found a reason to spank each one of us, an excuse really to be spanked by our second husbands. And in my case, because they knew how much of a spanking I can take, it was long, it involved his hand, a paddle, a tawse and a belt. My ass was glowing red, very sore. As were the others to some degree, the amount of spanking only varying because of how much of a spanking their asses can take. These spankings were one final bit of the men taking ownership of us.

And then, with raw and sore asses, very demure from our punishments, very submissive once again, there was time for a final quick group fuck before we had to go, one final taking by our second husbands. Anna’s asshole was ruthlessly fucked by my husband, whilst (at the start at least) Anna masturbated me. Rose, after finger fucking Helen, received another non-cumming sodomy session from Helen’s husband. Tanya’s husband fucked and came loads in Helen’s cunt. Rose’s husband did ass-to-mouth on me, whilst Helen’s husband followed suit and did ass-to-mouth on Rose, having been masturbating her for a while before he got his cock involved. And once we had all cum, men and women, us women were given our flimsy short summer dresses and loaded into the car, all cummed out.

On the way home, as a final piece of free-use, Helen spent ten minutes at a time with a man’s cock in her mouth, each having a turn, including my husband in laybys. She wasn’t trying to get them hard or make them cum, just to keep their cocks enrobed by her mouth as an act of subservience, of love and of thanks. She did three lots of ten minutes each, and that just got us home. Her jaw ached, her cunt and asshole were overused, and she had absolutely the best weekend ever.

And as they got out of the car, Helen made herself available for free-use on the chat group. Now her real unplanned free-use began.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Three)

23 June 2026 / / 3 Comments

We each felt very owned. By our second husbands. Even for lunch, we sat on our second husband’s lap, their cocks pushed into our cunts, not fucking, just existing, just being penetrated, just being filled. That’s why Helen and I had their cocks in our mouths whilst the other women were preparing food, to get the cocks hard enough to penetrate our cunts whilst we ate.

For most of lunch, Rose’s husband was firmly gripping one of my tits. I cut up his food to enable him to eat with just a fork in the other hand. The other women did the same. The whole lunch was lovely, a regular sort of chatty lunch you’d have with friends, between couples, only in this case, each man had their cock in another man’s wife’s cunt whilst they did it, each woman had a tit being gripped by a man that was not their husband. But it all felt so natural, so normal, so right.

After lunch, with their cocks still buried in our cunts, the men started talking about the night just gone, talking about our fuckings, our bodies, our orgasms, like we weren’t there. It felt quite demeaning at times, being discussed like we were elsewhere. There was so much intensity, so much sex, so many orgasms, so much connection, so much subservience, so much ownership. And this was only the beginning.

Then, it was the women’s turn, and everyone pretty much felt the same. Connected. Owned. By the intensity and relentlessness. In a community where all the women here were regularly fucked by all the men, it was hard to get that connection and ownership. But they managed it, and it was so overwhelming.

It was clear that the men wanted the second wives thing to be far more intense than the women expected, but now we felt it. We had already each got a far stronger bond with our second husbands than before (even Anna) and we were only half way through the bonding weekend.

At the natural end of the discussion, we were prepared for an afternoon out, firstly each wife licking their husband’s face clean of their second wives’ squirt and girl cum, an example of the wife being subservient to the second wife. The men quickly took a shower to clean up, and each woman was bent over the kitchen sink, her armpits were washed, and her hanging tits were subjected to a long totally unnecessary cycle of soapings and rinsings. Below the waist was messy, sticky, cummy and totally untouched by water. Our armpits and tits were thoroughly dried with towels, and then each of us had to bend over again to have a well-lubed butt plug inserted.

And very quickly, we realised these weren’t just regular butt plugs. Firstly, they were quite large, larger than the comfortable ones we each usually wore out and about, stretching our thoroughly overused assholes, but secondly, and most importantly, there was a weight inside the plug, a heavy ball-bearing that rolled around in the casing of the plug, each one of our movements caused it to slide, twisting and pulling on the plug from the inside.

Every single one of us women was well used to going out and about with a butt plug, but not one that would cause movement, give our assholes a workout from the inside. Our assholes were in for a long afternoon. And we were under instructions. We couldn’t take them out, no matter what. Only the men could do that.

So, with clean tits and armpits, with messy cunts and assholes, and with sizeable butt plugs with ball bearings inserted, we were dressed in only a sundress and shoes, and taken to the van. Then, as we were loaded into the van, our second husbands applied a clit clamp tightly to our poor abused clits. They were really squashing our clits, and with the movements in the butt plug, this afternoon would be a challenge. Far from being a few hours off, we would be very much sexually used throughout our afternoon of shopping in the city, whilst the men did something manly. Not sure what.

We women kissed a lot whilst we were around the city centre and had quick gropes of each other’s tits and asses, following instructions to make sure our nipples were kept hard and enormous, to make sure they were always on display through our dresses. But our cunts were left alone, left to recover for a few hours, messy and dripping a little as we were without the protection panties could have offered. Our clits, being viciously clamped, suffered, but kept us sexually on edge. Our assholes didn’t get a break either, being filled, stretched even for hours, the plug constantly moving as we walked, the ball bearing constantly shifting, a slightly uncomfortable reminder of our submissiveness, of our ownership, of our free-use. Still, it was lovely to have a break from actual fucking, for we all knew we’d be back at it that night.

When we returned to the van, the butt plugs were each removed, re-lubed and inserted into a different woman’s asshole. This was done slightly roughly. Because they could.

So, re-plugged, we were kissed and our tits mauled by our second husbands, our nipples once again worked to keep them hard and visible, and then we went to a different restaurant from the previous night.

Different restaurant, same table arrangement, same kissing, making out and masturbation arrangements, only this time, we were plugged as well and our clits were still clamped.

After the meal and back at the cottage, clits relieved at being freed from the clamps, assholes being released from the trauma of the ball bearing butt plug and whilst the rest of us women sat with our tits proud and our legs wide showing off our totally messy cunts, the men focussed on new girl Helen again.

Helen was laid on the table, ass slightly hanging off the edge of the table. Anna sat on her face (facing down her body) with her messy cunt pressed over Helen’s mouth, and grabbing on to Helen’s tits for support. Helen started licking, whilst her legs were bent back at the waist and being held by her shoulders (but wide of Anna) by Rose and Tanya, and my husband, his cock having been lubed by me, entered Helen’s freshly lubed asshole, and started fucking, slower but speeding up, his cock growing and getting harder, all the while he was kissing his second wife and gripping and pulling on her tits.

But before any of them came, they swapped people, another second couple taking over, a different cock this time in Helen’s cunt, a different cunt for Helen to lick, different women holding her feet and lubing the cock and asshole where needed. Again and again this happened, again and again they stopped before someone came. Then, at times, the dirty cock was inserted in her cunt, whilst everything else remained the same. Sometimes even, the cock started in her asshole, then switched to her cunt immediately. Helen didn’t care. She was overwhelmed, she was so not in control, and she was loving it.

This went on for hours. As the clocks started approaching eleven, the men decided to start cumming, two in her asshole (my husband and Anna’s), one with a dirty cock in her cunt (Rose’s) and then, for the pièce de résistance, where Helen was allowed to cum, her second husband (Tanya’s) was ploughing into her asshole, her husband then climbed onto her body, pushed his ass back into Tanya’s husband’s body, and then inserted his cock into her cunt. Helen’s first DP, completed with Rose, Helen’s husband’s second wife, having her cunt pushed over Helen’s mouth, Rose kissing her second husband and occasionally Helen’s. And they fucked until they came, all of them, even Rose. It was wonderful to watch, us women sitting in the arms of our second husbands, being gently masturbated as we watched.

All us women were so tired, and so it was time to head off with our second husbands in the bed arrangement from the previous day, but our second husbands still wanted to fuck, so fuck some more we did. Such is the life of a submissive.

But before we did, there was a small matter to clear up from the previous day. Rose and I both came without permission during our overnight ownership, and our second husbands both decided we needed a small, symbolic, proper punishment, to enforce our second husband’s ownership. I’ll be honest, it’s hard to punish subs like me and Rose, women who love being spanked, women who love having things like tawses and belts used on our asses. But they found something that really felt like a punishment. A riding crop (a real horse one) applied eight times in quick succession to each nipple and eight in quick succession to the clit, square on, fast, painful. Not enough to bruise, but enough for us to take heed, enough as a warning to the others, who were seated on their second husband’s lap as the audience, the second husband’s arms round their waist and semi-hard cocks in their cunts.

Rose and I drew lots. Rose went first. She stood, hands behind her head, and one at a time, her second husband picked up a tit (with a hand underneath it) and crisply, quickly, smacked the nipple with the head of the crop, eight times. By the time her second nipple received its eight, she was crying.

She was then arranged on the edge of the table, leant back with feet spread wide and placed up on chairs, giving him the perfect angle, giving him a lovely spread view. He made her use his fingers to clear her clit’s only protection, to reveal it by spreading her lips, and then, quickly and crisply in the same manner, he smacked her clit its eight times. Still crying, her face red, he sat down with her on his lap, arms round her waist, semi-hard cock in her cunt, snuggling and nuzzling her, comforting her whilst not touching her throbbing nipples or clit.

And then it was my turn. Hands behind my head, my second husband picked up my poor left tit. The eight strikes were applied quickly, but oh my god, the pain. I’m used to pain from my ass, I thrive on that spanking pain, but this was something else. It felt like a genuine punishment. That’s why we cried. And still crying after my right nipple received its eight, the pain in my nipples slowly turning into a dull throb, I was rearranged to make my clit into the target, my fingers removing its cover, its hardness betraying my arousal. The first crop strike on my clit was painful, the eight quickly and precisely delivered, and still crying, I too was held on his lap, comforted, snuggled and nuzzled with semi-hard cock in my cunt whilst my nipples and clit were left alone to their pain.

One For Each Year

4 March 2026 /

I can’t quite believe my husband and I have been together for 14 years. And in those very early days, he groped my tits as if he owned them, he groped my ass like he’d never groped another, he filled my cunt over and over with hard, girthy cock and thick, sticky cum. And I loved it. I was his. I wanted him to take me over and over. And he did. Two and three times a day he fucked me, my cunt got very used to being filled very quickly.

My first period came, and far from slowing down or stopping fucking me because of it, he fucked me more. I always craved sex during my period and he was the first man to oblige. And we barely cleaned up from one lot before he was in me again, my bloody cunt being a magnet for his hard cock. And each time he did it, it felt that he took me again. His blood-soaked cock was in me, no matter what, taking me no matter what. I loved it. I was still his.

And then my cunt got a little uncomfortable. It needed some rest. And so, desperate for him to continue taking me over and over, I offered him my asshole. And he was kind and gentle and understanding, and well versed with fucking assholes, so even the first time, he started slow, but grew to be huge and strong with his thrusts. I didn’t like anal before, but with him, my asshole wanted to be taken, just as much as my cunt did, and I loved it. I was even more his.

Around the same time as the fourteenth anniversary of us being together, it was also the eighth anniversary of this blog. I thought I’d get bored of blogging by now. I thought no one would read it. I thought no one would like it. None of those turned out to be true. All the writing, all the memories. I’m incredibly horny all the time. My cunt is excited all the time. It wants to be filled all the time. Memory is powerful. My cunt is needy.

Also around the same time, it is the second anniversary of our free-use. I thought we’d get bored of that too, bored of being interrupted, tired of being used. I thought our cunts and asses would be worse for wear for all the sex. I thought someone would drop out or it would fold. None of those turned out to be true either. Over time, we grew to need more cock, we grew to need more use. My cunt is needier than ever.

Even an eight person gang bang didn’t sate it. It’s lust to be taken, it’s lust to be filled was growing more and more, and my asshole wasn’t far behind.

Ever since my husband and I got together, he liked marking and celebrating anniversaries, even sexualising anniversaries that weren’t sexual in themselves. He liked doing things to take me over and over again. I had a lust for a filled cunt, for a stretched asshole. And he always made anniversaries count.

The anniversary of us getting together is always celebrated on our own, just the two of us, emphasising our closeness and bond. But since our tenth anniversary of being together, he’s required me to orgasm the same number of times as the anniversary. This year, fourteen. He’s got 24 hours, but there’s just him. We both have to take the day off work. It is so tiring. Satisfying, but tiring.

He uses a spreader bar to keep my legs spread, to keep my cunt available to his hand, to his mouth, to his cock. My cunt barely has time to recover from cumming before he starts again. It gets so sensitive. My cunt needs him to stop, is crying out for him to stop. He knows the fight I have between cunt and brain. And he knows the brain will win. The cunt will have to put up with it. The cunt craves it really. I have orgasms to have. It has no choice.

And those orgasms arrive, as sure as night follows day. He forces my cunt through its refusal, til that orgasm builds again, til my cunt spasms again, gets wet again, sometimes even squirts. It gets milked again for every drop of girl cum, every drop of squirt.

It’s relentless. He’s relentless. I love relentless. My cunt loves it somewhat less. Still, it doesn’t have much choice.

And this year, we mirrored that first evening when we got together. We went out for an Indian (although this time, I had his cum dripping out of my cunt all the time we were eating). We watched a comedy DVD (the same one as fourteen years ago, although this time, he played with my cunt, he wanked me the entire time we were watching it).

Then we kissed, properly snogged. Although this time, the snogs were accompanied by hard wanking. I came mid snog. One of the fourteen. He didn’t stop snogging me. Or wanking me. I was his. He was doing as he wanted. And my body loved it. My cunt loved it.

Right throughout the day, more often than not, my cunt was filled. Cock when it was able, fingers or dildos when it wasn’t. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t think. I was just a creator of wetness in his hands. I had no will. I just did as he wanted. My cunt just did what it was told.

I can’t explain how overwhelming it was, how much he just played my body like an instrument, over and over on a whim. It’s almost like he was reminding me every second that I used to think I was a one and done girl, reminding me that he made me this way, made me crave his cock, made me cum over and over. I felt like I was just about hanging on, doing what he wanted, proving again that I was his.

I had lost track of where I was, what my cumming tally was. I didn’t have to worry. I knew he’d get me the fourteen. But today was all consuming, today was wanking for wanking’s sake, today was planned to keep me sexually on the edge for the entire day. And my body had no choice. My brain wasn’t going to make him stop, he wasn’t going to stop.

As my cunt came again, just by his fingers this time, he shot me a loving smile, before ploughing four fingers into my cunt again, vigorous, powerful. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, crying out as he milked my tired and overused cunt. I heard a “Just one more, slut” from his soothing voice, my cunt’s ordeal was nearly over.

He briefly stopped whilst he pulled me onto his lap, his erect cock impaling my already lubed asshole as I sat, his hands reaching round my body to both continue the four finger cunt fuck and grope and paw at my already tender tits.

The filth being spoken into my ear, the aching and throbbing of my tits, my asshole being stretched by his still enormous cock, his four fingers filling my cunt and abusing my clit as they fucked it. It overwhelmed me yet again, and I came, hard, extended, not even allowed to finish that orgasm until his fingers decided. He dragged it out. As I stopped cumming, I came up for air.

It wasn’t just fourteen orgasms, it was almost the entire day of being masturbated, groped, tits manhandled, cock in all three holes (often with neither of us cumming, just for the penetration). I couldn’t settle, couldn’t relax even for a second. I was kept on that sexual high all day, I was kept on a submissive high all day (even in the restaurant, he managed it, not least through the cum trickling out of my cunt all the time I was there, my blouse being slightly more open than I’d ideally have liked and the fact that I had a sizeable, slightly uncomfortable butt plug in). I was even penetrated whilst I prepared the other meals of the day. There was literally no rest.

And my poor nipples were punished early on. Manuscript clips, foldback clips, squashing each nipple, the pain of them being applied, fading to a dull throbbing pain, and then the pain of them being removed and the blood rushing back into them. And all the time I endured that, he was masturbating me, almost trying to wipe away the pain with ecstasy from my cunt. Meticulous. Loving. Endurance.

I lost track of time right throughout the day. I lost track of orgasms after the first couple too. The intensity was like nothing he’s ever done. So completely overwhelming. I felt I was fighting just to remain present in the moment, and sometimes I didn’t succeed. Sometimes I drifted away, only to be brought back by an orgasm.

And once I’d had fourteen, and they were fourteen hard orgasms too, once the time slipped past midnight, he put me to bed, intending me to be alone to recover. I cried. I didn’t want him to leave me. So intense had the day been that I wasn’t emotionally able to be alone.

So instead, he spooned me, gripping on to a tit as he often does. It was familiar. It was comforting. It was what I needed. I finally slept, happy, sated, owned, his.

Carla Finally Sees Me (Part Three)

21 August 2025 /

It was time. Time to make Carla pay. Time to make her cum. She was kneeling between my legs licking me out, and I didn’t want to start building up to another orgasm, well, not one of mine.

I pushed her head away from my cunt, and twisted round on the sofa, looking directly at her cunt and sticking my tongue out vaguely towards it. She got the idea and climbed onto the sofa, her moist sticky cunt touching the end of my tongue. I started flicking my tongue around, loving her taste and making her hips move, small movements to ride my tongue.

I pulled at the waistband of her top, causing her to pull it up over her head and throw it aside. She then unclipped her bra and threw that aside too, all whilst still riding my tongue. I put my hands up and roughly grabbed a tit in each, squeezing, pulling, twisting as my husband does to me. She wasn’t saying a lot, no flurry of filth now, but her moans were getting louder and her cunt was getting slicker as I got rougher with her tits and as my tongue got deeper into her welcoming cunt. Eventually, she clamped my head to her cunt, her cunt spraying her juices all over my face. I didn’t stop licking, didn’t stop mauling her tits, and after her orgasmic shudders had subsided, she started riding my tongue again. I thought it would take a long time, but it really didn’t, and soon, she was clamping my head again, and oozing all over my face again.

But this time, she climbed off and leant beside me, a broad smile on my juice coated face. She started licking my face, every so often kissing me full on and transferring her juices to my mouth. We both swallowed and she started again. There was a lot of stickiness to clear off my face, a lot of her cum for us to taste.

And once she did, she wiped our faces to remove any residual stickiness her tongue hadn’t deal with, then lay beside me and started tonguey kisses, deep, probing. I put my right hand to her lower back and brought my left to her cunt, finger fucking her quite gently at first, then more vigorously as we carried on the deep full mouth kissing. Holding her in place, only touching her clit every so often with my thumb, I was pumping three fingers into and out of her cunt as fast as I could manage.

As she briefly started to lose focus on the kissing, I knew she was near again. The closer she got, the more breaks there were in the kissing, and soon, she came again, finger shudders dragging more orgasm out of her. The kissing had stopped, but recommenced again after her orgasm subsided. I love a girl that keeps coming back for more, no matter what.

But I broke the kissing, moving a little to ease my discomfort, and to allow me to finger fuck her with a ferocious speed. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes staring, as my fingers pounded at her cunt, slamming in and pulling out like an over-speeding piston. Her mouth got that little bit wider, as did her eyes, as my hand was fast and ferocious. I had the look of an evil genius in a film, my eyes filled with determination, lust and viciousness. I was whispering to her not to cum yet. She didn’t deserve another one. She was whimpering, she was shaking, she was crying out. I knew the poor girl was struggling, and I was enjoying it. I’m so often on her side of this deal, so it was great to be the tormentor for once.

I told her that as she was nasty to me, she didn’t deserve to cum again, whilst accelerating my fingers again. She was begging now, saying she did deserve to, how she was as big a slut as I was, how she needed to cum over and over, and as I heard her breath catch in her throat, I told her she wasn’t allowed to cum, whilst just tipping her over the edge and making her cum. I did the shudders this time, milking her orgasm for all I had. My fingers were tiring, so once she was done, I put my fingers to her mouth and told her to taste what a naughty slut tasted like. She did, eagerly.

As she relaxed into cuddling me, I couldn’t resist fingering her cunt again, with the other hand this time. As her moaning built up, she managed to say that she was so sensitive, a revelation what only encouraged me to be more harsh, and oh so soon, she started to cum again. This time, I stopped the finger motion, letting her clamp down hard on my fingers. She had a number of hard squeezes. I really didn’t need to milk her, her body was just doing it herself.

And then we just cuddled and kissed. That was enough orgasms for the moment. No idea how long we kissed for, but it reminded me of when I got with my husband, our lips just never left each other’s. We felt sleepy, dreamy, but eventually, she said there was something she wanted to try with me, to share with me, something she’d never used with anyone else, something she had saved for someone really special.

She came back with a box, and inside was something wonderful. It was a harness for us to sleep in. There were two black fine mesh bodies, with leather straps, tits and cunt fully exposed on each. The two bodies were strapped together face to face, meaning our tits would be pushed together. There were two clips to link our nipples to each other, her left to my right and vice versa, and two clips to link our cunt flaps together, her left flap to my right and vice versa. The strap down each ass crack was designed to hold a butt plug in place, and there were two hefty plugs, one each. To finish the set off, there was a long chunky double ended dildo to fill our cunts, and the leather thigh straps were short enough to ensure our bodies could not be far enough apart for the dildo to slip out.

I wasn’t sure how much sleep we’d get, but it was so sexy that I wanted to try it out. So did she, and after wrestling to get it all on, we settled down face to face, nipples and flaps linked, cunts and assholes filled. The intrusions were sizeable, the clips were tight and both the clips and intrusions were just a tad uncomfortable. We kissed a bit, but did soon drift off to sleep. All those orgasms tired us out.

When we awoke, we kissed some more, bodies still held together, cunts and assholes still filled. Between kisses, she said she was so pleased I shared the harness with her. She’d had it for a long time, but never wanted to share it with anyone before me. More kisses, then I told her we’d wear it again tonight. She smiled, and said she’d like that. More kisses. I found myself hoping my husband was properly kissing Anna, as well as nailing her relentlessly obviously.

I was broken from my thoughts by Carla brushing my hair off my face, and asking if I wanted to try something else she used on herself, but had never used on anyone else. Was I ready to cum again? Always girl, always.

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