The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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Showing Him The Way

31 August 2026 / / 4 Comments

In just over a week, Stacey’s boyfriend, eager to make sure he got to fuck all our asses before Stacey changed her mind, had worked his way round all the women, me, Rose, Tanya, Helen, Anna and Carla, his hard cock fucking each of our asses, and dutiful Stacey had been fucked by all the men the following day, paying each debt like the good girlfriend she is, and each of the men had given her their absolute best fuck, hour after hour of repeated hard cunt penetration, and each time, Stacey walked across the village braless, with streaked make-up and messy pantyless cunt like the slut she felt.

It was on one of those slut walks that Anna and I had a chat with her. Our ass fucks were just that, ass fucks, and as enjoyable as they were, we wanted her boyfriend to do more than just an ass fuck us. Anna was saying she desperately wanted him to lick her cunt out, to make her cum with his tongue, but didn’t suggest it as he hadn’t agreed that with Stacey. And Helen really wanted him to lick down her ass crack and focus his tongue on her asshole, but obviously she didn’t suggest that either. And to be honest, I fancied a bit of cunt action with him, I wanted to try his cock in my cunt even if it was just once.

Stacey laughed, her mascara streamed face beaming as she pointed out that our husbands had done far more to her than the simple cunt fuck that had been agreed. They’d railed her like mad, they had fucked her over and over for hours, and every single time, they’d ruined her, they made her mascara run, they made her cum repeatedly, they took exactly what they wanted from her, they fucked her exactly as they wanted. And she encouraged them all the way.

And her boyfriend knew what they’d done to her. And he still hadn’t started doing more to the women who were generously letting him fuck their asses. She despaired a bit, and then, with a twinkle in her eye, she suggested we need to get a bit more …. direct with him. She felt it was only appropriate that we got full multi-faceted fucks, he should be encouraged to do anything he wanted to do to us, just like our husbands did anything they wanted to her.

She felt it would be rather hypocritical if she stopped her boyfriend doing anything he wanted to us women, given she had no intention of stopping the men doing what they wanted to do to her (apart from anal penetration, but they’d all agreed to not do that). In fact, she felt duty bound to encourage it, to support the wonderful women, the reason she was getting all these mature cunt fucks she so loved.

And yes, Stacey knew that meant he’d occasionally fuck their aching dripping cunts, and she was happy for their cunts to be fucked, given how much her cunt was fucked. But she knew he’d focus mostly on their assholes, she knew how much he loved sodomising these sexy, hot, curvy, big-titted vixens, and she also knew she’d have to show him the way, and given I was down to fuck him that very afternoon, she suggested she come over to tease him and let him know he should perhaps expand our fucks. He was due at two, and she got to my place at one fifteen.

We had to plan how we were going to torment him, but by one thirty, Stacey and I were both topless (we were pantyless under our short skirts anyway) and we were snogging, tongues jousting, pressing our naked tits into each other. By one forty, we were finger fucking each other to orgasm alternately (we were both so hyped up, we had three orgasms each in just over ten minutes), by one fifty, I was digging out a girthy double-ended dildo and by one fifty five, it was deep in both of our cunts, our cunt lips occasionally touching and rubbing, and our tit-rubbing tongue-jousting snogging restarted, frenzied kissing like we were a new couple, whilst having mini movements to keep the dildo buried and filling us up.

That’s when her boyfriend walked in. He certainly wasn’t expecting his girlfriend and his arranged fuck to be topless, tits swinging whilst pressing against each other’s, our cunt lips kissing as our cunts shared a dildo at the same time as sharing mouth kisses and tongues. But we were, and his cock jumped to attention and his tongue was hanging out. Each smirking at his visible arousal, we carried on, taking our time and enjoying every second, especially as it tormented him.

When we finally came up for air, Stacey reached out, rubbed his cock through his trousers and told him he’d be fucking my asshole soon enough, but she wanted to make sure he knew what else he could do in addition to that straight-forward ass fuck if he wanted.

In a pre-planned move, Stacey slid off the dildo and then extracted it from my cunt, giving it to her boyfriend to “suck every single drop of girl juice off both ends”, which he did whilst watching our every move. I got up and laid on the kitchen table, my ass at the edge, legs hanging off, and Stacey slipped her skirt to the floor, climbed onto the table, and knelt with her legs either side of my head facing down my body towards her boyfriend. I lifted my hands up and parted her cunt lips, lovingly looking at her pinkness, and when she was spread, she firmly lowered her parted cunt lips to my mouth, and my tongue slipped in between them, inside her cunt as my fingers left her lips. My tongue started wriggling inside her as she tried desperately to not be distracted by my tongue work. Her pre-planned words were very much interrupted by my agile tongue, and so, in a broken rhythm, she told him to drop his trousers, and flipping my short skirt up to reveal my cunt. She grabbed his hard cock, masturbating it a few times before gripping its full length and dragging it so the glans was nudging at my cunt.

As I felt the nudging, I put my hands down to my cunt and parted my cunt lips, showing my pinkness to him in the way Stacey did to me, and guided by Stacey’s hand, he poked his glans to my pink moist cunt tunnel, and then without asking, just pushed his way in, Stacey letting go of his barrel as he slid right in.

I heard Stacey tell him to go slowly, as she didn’t want him putting my tongue off rhythm, and that only meant one thing, that she wanted my tongue to make her cum. I reached up to her tits, grabbing them firmly, using them to keep her in perfect position and denying him the chance to rub against them. The only rubs going on here were his cock in my cunt, and my tongue in her cunt, my tongue lapping up her amazing taste, juices slow and steady, hips moving slightly, but leaving her cunt so close my tongue remained buried in it. I did hear them kissing though, sloppy squelching kisses for his girlfriend whilst he was fucking someone else, sloppy squelching kisses for her boyfriend whilst that someone else was licking her cunt and making her cum.

She tried her best to hold her orgasm off, but I felt it in how her body movements changed. Wanting to get her over the edge, wanting a mouthful of tasty girl cum, I pushed my tongue in harder, gripped her tits harder and sped up my licking a little. Soon, her whole body shook as she started to cum, and I extended her orgasm the way the men do to us, judicious flicks of the tongue across her clit to drag it out. I realised her boyfriend was holding her up, whilst simultaneously keeping her cunt locked over my mouth. He so wanted to see her cum hard from a woman’s tongue.

When she finally finished shaking, with her cunt firmly still over my mouth, with my tongue still firmly writhing inside her cunt, she told him to speed up, but pull out before he came, she wanted all that cum inside my asshole. He did as he was told, accelerating, slamming in hard for a few strokes before pulling out with a flourish, making my cunt feel empty, frustrated and slightly gaping, keeping his sticky cum for my asshole.

Stacey clambered off me, and pulling me up from the table, she kissed me, alternating with clearing her cum off my face, as her boyfriend masturbated my cunt from the front and hers between her legs. Neither of us stopped him as gentle masturbation turned into hard finger fucks. I was crying out fairly soon, but he held me close to cumming until Stacey caught me up, and then with a vicious higher speed finger fuck, he made us both cum roughly together. It was huge, it was loud, it was a shared moment between Stacey and me.

And as we were cumming down from the orgasms, he handed his girlfriend a bottle of lube and he manhandled me over, parting my ass cheeks and making Stacey lube both my asshole and his cock, and when we were both acceptably lubed, he pushed into my asshole in a gentle but firm and fluid movement, and he made Stacey watch close up.

After a few ins and outs of his now rock hard cock, he told Stacey to watch well, as sooner or later, she’d have a cock in her asshole. To her surprise, he said he knew about her pledge to give my husband her anal cherry, and he told me my asshole would pay if my husband had Stacey’s first ass fuck rather than him, that he’d nastily sodomise me every day for a month and he’d viciously spank me every day for that month, as the price for my husband having his girlfriend’s anal cherry. Stacey denied it would happen, she insisted that her asshole would remain uninvaded, but like my husband, he suspected they’d eventually get to sodomise her. He was sure she’d love it. I think my husband was too, and to be fair, so was I.

And I knew my husband would get her anal cherry too. She had promised him, and I don’t for a single second think that Stacey is not a woman of her word. So, once again, Mira’s ass would be paying the price. Just like Stacey’s cunt is paying the price for her boyfriend’s ass fucks, my ass would pay for the price for my husband having Stacey’s anal cherry. Like Stacey is happy to pay the price, so am I, and a month of nasty sodomy and vicious spankings would be well worth it to get my husband another anal cherry.

Stacey was closely watching her massive hard cock fill my asshole, and he upped the intensity with his language, talking about her watching how much I love having my asshole filled, watching my body adore having my ass impaled, listening to my noises intensify as he fucks faster and harder. She was completely absorbed by watching his cock push into and slide out of my asshole, whilst he told her to see how much the bitch wants his cock filling her asshole, how much she craves a hard girthy cock in her dirty hole, how much of a slut she is for wanting him and others to not just penetrate her asshole, but to own it, to destroy it.

I came as he spoke, a hard empty cunt orgasm and he used it to prove to Stacey that I really was that slut that needed a cock up her ass, that needed to be sodomised by anyone and everyone. Guilty as charged, m’lud.

He stopped to have Stacey lube his cock again, and then he sent her home, because he wanted to focus 100% on tormenting my asshole, on me squirming as he penetrated it, as he filled and stretched my asshole. He was much more confident now, with six ass fucks under his belt, with guidance from six women who love their sodomy and no doubt tuition from the free-use men.

His enormous magnificent cock gave me another three empty cunt orgasms, his cock stretching my asshole, the feeling of him filling then emptying my asshole on rhythm being overwhelming.

And he knew I’d tell my husband about how good the fuck was, what Stacey and I had done together and what he’d done to my poor defenceless asshole, and he knew my husband would fuck Stacey harder and longer as a result, make Stacey’s cunt, tits and body pay for what her boyfriend did to my asshole (and cunt, tits and body too, but mostly to my asshole). The cycle of fucks got harder, there was more to love, more to endure. And bent over that kitchen table that day, and in that moment, my asshole 100% belonged to him, was his to fill, was his to stretch, and he did both magnificently.

Paying His Debt (Part Two)

19 August 2026 / / 8 Comments

Stacey’s cunt had no respite. My husband was gently rubbing it, masturbating her as they talked, as Stacey recovered from the hard fucking. He made her cum even doing that, a gentle loving warming orgasm, not hard like he made her have earlier. That and the gentle cuddles made her feel warm, safe and wanted.

After a while, his cock showed signs of life, and Stacey dropped to her knees between his legs and took his cock in her mouth. She was clearly an experienced cock sucker, largely taught by her father’s friends, those friends she had teased by always wearing revealing clothing when they were there, those friends who asked her mother if Stacey was hinting at them to fuck her, those friends that fucked her mother as much as her.

And Stacey always swallowed. Her mother taught her that. Her best friend’s mother taught her that too. Stacey loved a man’s cum inside her, and if not in her cunt, then down her throat.

But today, she wasn’t drinking my husband’s cum. Her cunt needed it more, and as soon as he was hard, she released his cock from her mouth, and just gently kissing his glans, she asked him what their next fuck would be.

And as my husband was already sitting on the sofa, he chose Reverse Cowgirl. Their secret fuck the night before was a gentle beach version, but he wanted the maximum energy tits and ass bouncing Stacey in full flow version. She knelt on the sofa over his body and he spread her cunt lips wide as she lowered herself onto his lap. His cock slid straight in, and Stacey started bouncing and grinding, using all her muscles to get his cock going in and out of her cunt, making her tits bounce as she did it, her arms raised above her head to maximise the tit bounce and to let him see the bounce tantalisingly come into her view round her body. At times, he put his hands round her or under her arms and grabbed a tit in each hand, using her tits to drive pace and keep rhythm. Her tits ached. A good ache. And she wasn’t about to tell him to stop. She came four times, and each time, she lost rhythm when she did, and her tits became the handles to get her back on rhythm.

She was grateful when he finally came, as she was exhausted from all the Reverse Cowgirl, all the muscle work, but his orgasm was strong, his cum deep and plentiful, and her cunt messy and feeling amazing.

As she snuggled him again, he reached to her tits and one by one took her nipples in his mouth, sucking them whilst once again resuming the gentle masturbation her cunt had received between her previous fucks. He sucked on her nipples for ages, swapping between them so she could feel the cold wetness in the moving air. On the odd occasion he did leave her cunt alone, she felt that same cold wetness there.

This switching between hard fucking and gentle care was creating the most wonderful feeling, a fabulous sensation, something she loved. The relentlessness of his masturbation was keeping her sexually poised for his next act, for which he wanted her in the bedroom, my bedroom. She gasped on the way in as she saw the display cases on the walls of his office, display cases filled with his sexual partner’s worn, unwashed, signed panties, and realising hers were already in a case, she agreed to sign hers too, the fuck had been so great, she willingly offered, she owed his cock that much.

But once in our bedroom, he took control again, laying her half on the bed, her ass on the edge, her feet on the floor, her arms above her head again allowing her perfectly hairless armpits to be enjoyed and her perfect tits to slide sideways. She never thought sideways flopped tits were attractive or sexy, but he clearly did, and after leaning over her to suck on the nipples a bit more, he dropped to his knees, her cunt millimetres from his tongue, and he proceeded to give her a long, controlled, devastating cunt licking, devastating because he was teasing her, edging her, holding her right on the verge of cumming for so so long, so that when she did, the orgasm was hard, her eyes moist from the prolonged edging, his face splattered with her juices, glistening from her sticky cum. And he did that over and over, until his tongue could do no more.

But he wasn’t done with her cunt. He crawled onto the bed and waved his cock in her face, her inhaling it and sucking it again to get him really hard. Once he was ready again, hard again, he got off the bed, picked her legs up off the floor and held them up on his chest, her ankles acting like his ear defenders. Holding her legs in place with one hand, he pushed his cock into her incredibly slippery cunt and then drove in. He adjusted his hands to the front of her thighs to pull her in even closer to him, and he began slamming hard, looking deep into her eyes with every stroke. She yelped over and over, as he was so deep, deeper than she could ever remember anybody being. He was hitting deep in her cunt, she could only assume it was her cervix being slammed into, and it was a heady mix of painful and highly pleasurable. She loved it.

And every so often, he adjusted position to rub inside her somewhere else, but he always returned to the deep cervix hitting position. He could see the effect it was having on her, how flush her cheeks were, how her mascara was smudging, how breathless she was, how much noise she was making with every thrust, how the pleasure had gone from her face and she was on wide-eyed gritty determination, occasionally a smile crept onto her face before her mouth open to emit more noise.

He’d been doing that for a long time, her mascara had moved from smudging to running, when he withdrew, pushed her legs forward towards her tits with one hand (which had the effect of raising her ass off the edge of the bed), and then, with as much force as he could muster, he smacked each of her ass cheeks alternately, six times each. There wasn’t a glint of surprise on her face, she’d clearly been spanked before in the midst of a good fucking. She gritted her teeth, grunted, and took each strike like a pro, smiling a little after each strike and before the next, her mascara running more before the dozen strikes finished.

With her body in that position, her ass raised and asshole tempting him, he would absolutely have fucked her ass, but the reason she was here was because she didn’t want anyone to fuck her asshole, so once he was done spanking her, in one sleek movement, he pulled her legs back down, pulled her thighs in position, re-impaled her cunt and started nudging her cervix again. She smiled at him and mouthed “Harder”. This girl could really take a fucking.

He didn’t accelerate, instead telling her that if she ever decided to try anal, he wanted her anal cherry, he wanted to be the first cock she felt inside her asshole. She checked that if she agreed, he’d fuck her harder, as she had demanded, and yes, he would, so she happily agreed, primarily because this whole thing was about her not having anal, and she had no intention of having anal ever. With a smile, his slams got harder, more forceful, his strokes more exaggerated, and eventually, during another of her orgasms, her cunt clamping on his cock finally got the better of him, and he slammed right in and stopped, his cock the deepest it could be, his cum firing directly against her cervix as his cum spurted out.

They were both exhausted, and her legs felt shaky and weak, so he lay on the bed, she snuggled in his left armpit, his left hand resting on her ass, his right hand back to gently masturbating her poor overused cunt. And with his fingers never leaving her cunt, she felt so relaxed, so wanted, so happy. Over time her legs recovered, and when he realised she could probably stand, he pulled her up off the bed and they cuddled standing up, a long cuddle with her naked tits squashed against his chest and his hands each resting one of her ass cheeks. And that cuddle turned into a long, deep, tongues kiss. On and on it went, them occasionally breaking to look at each other, before their tongues jousted again. Eventually, she saw the time, and asked if the debt was paid. He said it was, and she said how wonderful all those fucks were and how fabulous she felt, but as much as she wanted to stay being fucked by him forever, she had somewhere else to be.

She was back downstairs still naked and looking at her phone when I got there. She looked radiant, with flush pink cheeks and ass cheeks to match, a light pinkness to her tits from being manhandled, her nipples glistening in the light, a messy cunt, tussled hair, and mascara streaked all over her face. She smiled broadly and said how lucky I was to be married to such a great fuck, and she begged me to let her boyfriend use my asshole again. I told her I absolutely would, but that she didn’t have to wait for that, that I was happy for her to fuck my husband whenever she wanted, as I knew my husband would be only too pleased to fuck her again and again. She smiled, saying that wouldn’t be tomorrow, and showed me her phone. It was a message from her boyfriend. “You’ll have to fuck Rose’s husband tomorrow.”

She looked coy, innocently biting her lip, and said she’d have to pay off every single one of her boyfriend’s debts, she’s a good girlfriend, and he needed her to help. Then she lent in and kissed me, that lovers’ snog like her and Ella had, like her and my husband just had. I pulled my dress down so that our naked tits squashed as we kissed, and after we finished, in her wrecked state, she just threw on her dress and left. She wanted the world to see how hard she had been fucked, she wanted her boyfriend to see how hard she had been fucked. She didn’t care who saw that this man had ruined her. She was on cloud nine, and she’d have to fuck another mature man tomorrow. She could take it. Her cunt could take it. She hoped she’d be ruined again.

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.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Two)

29 May 2026 / / 1 Comment

I was being fucked by Rose’s husband, sharing a bed with Tanya and Anna’s husband. The others were in other rooms, each man was claiming their second wives as their own, using their second wives as they wanted, the extra rights being transferred from our husbands for the first time.

I had a cock in my mouth, giving it a sloppy blow job, in full knowledge that Rose’s husband would penetrate me with the cock I made hard. I was being a good second wife, making sure he was able to fuck me some more.

He withdrew from my mouth when he was hard enough, and he hauled my body flat onto the bed, a pillow under my abdomen, a finger lubing my recently neglected asshole.

Tanya cried out and came again, as Rose’s husband nudged his glans through my ass pucker. My asshole was always very accommodating these days, and so sucked his hard cock straight in, and he climbed on top of me and started fucking, started strokes in and out. It is a position I feel so comfortable in, and can be ass-fucked in this position for hours. He knew it. So he did. He showed remarkable orgasm control, him managing to drag some empty cunt anal orgasms out of me whilst not cumming himself. He did not want this over. Neither did I.

At one point, I heard Anna cry out from the next room, my husband clearly working his magic on her, but my asshole was filled with hard cock and that cock was showing no sign of cumming. I was sleepy, and he told me I could sleep once he’d finished, but he took ages to finish, filling my asshole for as long as he wanted, and he wanted a long time. Once he did eventually cum, he snuggled behind me, limp cock still in my asshole, a hand firmly gripping my tit, and I drifted to sleep with signs of his ownership reminding my asshole and tit. The others had already drifted off, a dirty cock still in Tanya’s cunt from their last fuck.

All the women were exhausted and we all slept well, when we were allowed. At some point during the night, I became aware of his cock in my cunt, driving in and out as I lay barely awake. I smiled at him and he kissed me. He started fucking me whilst I was asleep. This is specifically allowed as is a husband right that is transferred to the second husband. He was fucking my cunt and deliberately not rubbing inside me to make me cum, and I was still drowsy and very compliant. I awoke more one he changed position to start rubbing inside me, and he told me that I didn’t have permission to cum, that I wasn’t allowed to cum until he said I was. I was so close to cumming, how the hell was I meant to stop it?

He smiled just a little, as he saw my expression change from happy carefree girl with orgasm building to determination to hold that orgasm at bay. He called me a Good Girl and stroked my face, making my tits swell with pride, all the time ploughing his ever hardening and growing cock into my sloppy cum filled cunt. I couldn’t hold it off for long, so effective was his cock at rubbing inside me, at building that orgasm. I started begging. Very demeaning, to have to beg for your own orgasm, and he kept saying no, enjoying my struggle and torment.

I lost control. I came, hard. I clamped down on his cock, hard and made him cum too. Finally still, his cock inside me, he told me I didn’t have permission to cum, and that I’d have to be punished the following day for it. I didn’t care, I had my monster orgasm, and fell quickly back to sleep, in full knowledge I was totally in his control as his second wife.

We were all woken before seven by our second husbands lubing our assholes for our Submissive Sodomy, a brutal ass fuck, slightly underlubed to remind our assholes who is boss, an ass fuck we weren’t allowed to cum from. And it did make us all submissive. It always does. That’s why it is so important. I couldn’t see Tanya, but I could hear her, her asshole being filled then emptied as mine was. Eventually the men came, almost in sync with each other, and we were let off the bed, slightly sore asshole, dripping cunt, and I looked at the clock – two minutes to seven.

Thoroughly fucked, and our bodies in a mess, we emerged for breakfast. So many cummy cunts and assholes, so much cum sliding about. We were a sight. We were in a state. And the men decided we weren’t allowed to shower, as they wanted us to be in a cummy mess all day. We would certainly be that!

We had a leisurely breakfast outside, naked, making sure our tits weren’t covered at all. We also had our legs spread, to allow for casual viewing of our messy cunts. It was a joyful, relaxing affair, the chat was engaging and so warm, but as the breakfast finished, as we had already all been sodomised by our second husbands and not allowed to cum, they told us we wouldn’t be allowed to cum until later in the day, at a time of their choosing. We were already all feeling submissive that morning, and that really added to that feeling. It would be a long old day, until we were finally allowed to cum.

And then we realised what they were going to do. A big bag of sex toys appeared, dildos, vibrating clit torturers, nipple and clit clamps, specula, all sorts of toys were all laid out on the table on the patio, and in turn, wind gently blowing over our overused bodies, our second husbands played with us, edged us, inspected us, inserted things into us, over and over. Implements were passed between the men, used on one woman after the other, not cleaned, just reinserted. Pretty standard for us now.

We were being edged. Mercilessly. Methodically. Cruelly. Nipples played with, twisted, clamped. Tits slapped, swinging as we moved. Cunts finger fucked, spread open by a speculum, pounded by a hand-wielded dildo, fisted for those capable. Clits pulled, squeezed, twisted, clamped. Nipples pulled, squeezed, twisted, clamped. Assholes fucked by a dirty dildo. Mouths filled by soft and hardening cocks. And then the biggest humiliation really, one by one, a free-use women was loaded into a strap-on (taking care to keep our clits covered by a thick piece of foam to minimise direct stimulation), and we had to sodomise one of the other women, neither of us to orgasm.

The edging was brutal. We were pent-up balls of frustration, and the girl-on-girl sodomy pushed us back into that submissive space and pushed the frustration back a bit, and then we started to build it up again. Our second husbands directed our session, even when we were strap-on sodomising one of the other women, it was part of their control over us, carried out with the same intensity. We were being worked on the entire time, never having even a few seconds to recover. We lost track of time, because there were no clocks outside, just glorious sun and the wonders of nature, and five men working the bodies of five women for hours, with each woman doing both sides of the girl-on-girl sodomy a couple of times.

It was becoming harder for the men to edge us, as we were all so close to exploding, and so, when the men started talking about lunch, we were all arranged kneeling on a seat of some sort. Our thighs were moved apart a little and we were bent at the waist, with our asses in the air and our heads resting on the seat.

Our cunts were pretty much at face height, and our second husbands stood behind us, leant in, putting their faces between our legs and started licking at our cunts. And this time, they didn’t stop until we came, which didn’t take long. In fact, after such a long edging session, we all squirted to some degree or other. Helen and Anna both waterfalled, full on soaking the men’s faces. I squirted quite a lot, as did Rose, and even Tanya, who doesn’t really squirt, squirted a fair bit. The men’s faces were dripping.

When they finished their licking, they pushed down on our asses, pushing our legs to be fully bent so our cunts were by our feet and at the height of their cocks, and they slipped their fairly hard cocks into our cunts. And as they each slid in and out of our cunts, they grew longer and harder. As they accelerated, they started rubbing inside, starting another orgasm building. But it was a slow build, as we’d cum so much that morning, so they fucked our poor overused cunts for a long, long time. It felt so good, and knowing our cum and squirt was dripping off their faces as they did it made the fuck even more exciting, even sweeter.

I heard Tanya’s husband yell “Don’t cum yet, bitch” and heard a firm slap of Helen’s ass, then I heard Anna’s husband yell “That goes for all of you” and I heard a similar slap of Tanya’s ass, followed by my ass being slapped and hearing the other two ass slaps too.

We fought our orgasms. We really did. And eventually, Rose’s broke, her screams as she came finishing Anna off, their combined screams finishing me off, then Helen and Tanya followed shortly afterwards.

All us women we exhausted, but three of us were dispatched to the kitchen to make lunch, whilst me and Helen cleaned the men’s cocks with our mouths, over and over until the lunch arrived. I had over half an hour of having my mouth filled with chubby cocks, not working them to hardness, just having them in my sloppy mouth, with a little sucking and tongue work. They didn’t want their cocks to be very hard, just warm, enclosed and hard enough to penetrate.

Mira the cock glove. Mira the Good Girl. Mira the perfect second wife.

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