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Nurse Mira (Part One)

9 September 2020 /

The secretary outfit was fabulous, and I was well and truly hooked on using outfits to enhance sex, but I wanted my next outfit to be one that put me in charge rather than him. I remembered that not long after we got together, my husband was looking through an old work wear catalogue and had stopped at the nurse’s uniforms page. He gestured towards a nurse’s tunic and said I’d look good in that. It was barely long enough to cover my cunt and definitely wouldn’t cover my ass, yet he didn’t have trousers or a skirt in mind.

So, for my next outfit, I started by ordering a nurse’s tunic in the colour scheme I always think of first for a nurse, which is light blue with white trim, and since I was between sizes, I bought the smaller size in the hope of generating a bit of gaping around the tits.

It was delivered whilst he was at work, and so I got to try it on and gaze longingly at it. It definitely needed a bra to enhance my cleavage, and I knew exactly which one I needed – a Panache Inferno, now sadly no longer available other than second hand. It has a very deep plunge, so it is perfect for those gaping looks. I had a stash of them, a white one amongst them. I only normally wear a white bra if I want the bra to show and the colour is important, which was definitely the case here. It looked great under the tunic, creating the gaping effect I was after. I decided to do a little surgery on the bra, cutting discs out where my nipples and areolas are, so my nipples would rub on the tougher fabric of the tunic to automatically keep them somewhat erect, as I definitely wanted my nipple shape to show through the tunic. I added a vintage style nurse’s cap and white stockings and suspenders to give me a hard wearing and fairly authentic looking costume.

I also decided my husband needed a traditional theatre gown, opening at the back with ties in full ass displaying glory.

The day I decided to reveal the outfits, I was waiting for him when he came in from work. When he saw me in the outfit, he clearly liked what he saw.

As I started to address him, I reminded myself of my goal to be professional throughout the encounter and to not react when I get turned on or when I cum: that was a hell of a challenge for somebody as vocal as I normally am.

With that in mind, I welcomed him to the ‘hospital’ and told him to strip, put the gown on and to sit on the bed to await the consultation. I left him for a while and when I returned, he had complied. I stood next to him, my gaping cleavage at eye height right by his face, and as I started to ask him questions, I saw his eyes mostly look towards my tits, only occasionally looking at my face.

I started by looking into his eyes, then his ears, and then his mouth (using an ice cream stick as a spatula). As I said all that looked good, I slipped the gown off his shoulders to reveal his chest and used a metal ruler to measure the diameters of his nipples and areolas. Then I started playing with his nipples, saying I was checking whether his body responded to stimulation, and it did. I squeezed, twisted, and pulled at his nipples, making him moan enthusiastically. His nipples are quite small, but they got noticeably larger and significantly harder at my fingertips. I remeasured the diameters, and then declared his nipple response was as I would expect, and I helped him to put the gown back on.

I then got him to lie on the bed and I picked up the front of the gown, folding it back to uncover his cock. It was already stirring after the nipple workout. I sighed and said as it was slightly erect, I would need to wait to take my measurements, and I moved on to inspecting his cock and balls, first looking all round his partially erect cock, peeling back the foreskin, and running my finger round behind his glans. His cock was nearly erect at this point, so I began pumping the length of his cock with my right hand, whilst cupping and squeezing his balls with my left hand.

His cock quickly jumped to attention and then, over time, got harder and harder with each squeeze of the balls. I carried on with this until I could resist his rock-hard cock no longer. I quickly measured its length and diameter, then after a few moments of focussed strokes with my hand, I climbed onto the bed, straddled him (facing him), and lined my cunt up with his cock.

I slid down enveloping his cock and started riding, sliding his cock in and out, feeling his full length deep inside me, and trying desperately to not make noises that would normally signal that I was enjoying the penetration. It wasn’t long before I felt that tell-tale twitch of his cock that meant he was very near cumming. So, I slid up his cock so that only his glans was between my lips, and a fraction of a second later, I felt a number of good squirts fire into my cunt. After he had finished, his cock shrank quickly and slipped out of me.

I climbed off and in a very matter of fact voice, I said that test was successful. I covered over his cock with the gown (without cleaning him up) and I moved on to the next test – I popped a thermometer in his mouth and stood with my cummy cunt right next to his face, waiting for the thermometer to finish. I looked down and saw him transfixed at my cunt and I knew his nose would be filled with the strong smell of sex from my cunt.

I removed the thermometer and noted the reading, and then I told him I’d need to confirm that with an anal temperature reading and told him to roll over. His ass crack was beautifully framed by the opening of the gown. As I moved to put the thermometer through his asshole, I felt some cum start to escape from my cunt. I waited with my cunt by his face again, knowing that he was likely to see a bead of cum oozing from my cunt. He was again staring with a look of lust on his face.

I finally removed the thermometer and again noted the temperature. I flexed my cunt muscles to make my cunt wink at him and to encourage more cum to ooze out. His eyes widened and he finally looked up at my face. I told him that I needed to measure the internal volume of his ass, and I produced an inflatable butt plug. I started applying lube to it, as I told him I would insert this and inflate it until he was clearly uncomfortable to provide me with an indicative volume. It was a substantial butt plug, as I knew his greedy ass would be able to take it. I intended to cause him a lot of discomfort with a massive inflation, and I knew I’d have to work hard to bring his cock back to life.

A Cottage, A Rug and A Paula (Part Two)

29 May 2020 /

My tongue was getting tired, but Paula was so close to cumming, I had to persevere. That last little kick seemed to take forever, and she started rocking her hips to give my tongue a hand, and her reward for this rocking was a shuddering orgasm, which I prolonged by doing short bursts of quick flicks with my tongue. I licked up some of her cum, and then gave way to my husband who gently finished cleaning her up. For the first time since I’d known her, she looked deliriously happy.

He got up off the floor and went and sat in the chair facing her and the fire, as she lay there with her eyes closed, bare cunt on display.

After a short while, she opened her eyes and sat up, raising her arms and removing her dress completely. She had a matching bra to go with her tiny panties. The bra was clearly struggling to cage her 30FF tits as she was still heavily breathing.

I handed her the glass of wine, and she was clearly enjoying the sensation of the rug on her ass. For the next twenty minutes, they were telling me stories of their fucking. All quite vanilla compared to the kink we get up to, but it was clear they were great for each other at the time.

Paula was saying how she loved the way his cock got so hard that he could probe in the area of her cunt, and he would eventually enter her hands free. I said he could still do that, and her face lit up.

She put her left hand into the right cup of her bra and pulled her tit up over the top of the cup, then did the same with her right hand and her left tit. That is the blow job position he trained me in right from the first blow job I gave him. She looked at him expectantly, and he obliged by getting up, undoing his trousers and dropping them to the floor. She was surprised he wasn’t wearing pants, until I told her he did it for me so that I could get easy access to his cock.

She thought it made sense, and beckoned him her way, grasping around his cock with one hand and rolling his balls in her other hand. She was being quite rough with his balls and was running her hand with thumb and forefinger in a circle tight round his shaft from behind his glans to his balls. His cock had jumped to attention, and she slipped his glans into her mouth and then started rocking forward, sliding her mouth down his shaft right behind her fingers and whilst squeezing and twisting his balls.

As her mouth got more and more frantic, his balls got more and more twisted until on one outward stroke, her motion carried on and she rolled back to the rug and spread her legs wide, her feet hanging in mid-air.

He dropped to his knees, leant over her and probed at her cunt with his rock-hard cock, and then on one such probe, his glans disappeared from view. He smiled wickedly and her eyes widened, as he made small rocking motions out and larger motions in, and soon, he was balls deep in her cunt and she was crying out from his size.

The hem of my skirt was up round my waist, and I was playing with my cunt. I was avoiding touching my clit too often as I didn’t want to cum too early. My eyes were fixed on his cock as he started his long strokes in and out. Each time he drove in, she let out a little yelp. He leant back on his heels a little, meaning his arms weren’t holding his weight any more, and this allowed him to grab on to her tits. His motion backwards and forwards, twisting her tits with every stroke, and her expression turned from surprise to gritty determination. She breathlessly told him to stick with that movement and her moans got louder and louder.

I started including my clit in a figure of eight movement, as I thought she was close to cumming, and I thought I’d get closer and try to time my orgasm with hers. She gritted her teeth as he was obviously perfectly rubbing her cunt as she needed it, whilst still twisting her tits.

Her cries got really loud as I tried to muffle mine, and within a few more moments, her body started jolting and shuddering as it gave way to another orgasm. He kept the relentless rhythm for a few more seconds and I focussed solely on my clit. He slammed into her cunt, stayed deeply buried and unloaded his cum deep inside her. I yelled out, closed my eyes, did circular motions on my clit (missing a few out occasionally) and prolonged my orgasm as much as I could.

When I had stopped, I removed my hand from my cunt, and opened my eyes to find them both looking at me and my exposed cunt with big smiles. Paula looked at my husband and said that she had never tasted cunt before and asked if he thought now would be a good time to start. Thankfully he absolutely did, so I stripped off as she sat up and removed the bra from under her tits. Then I squatted on my knees over her face and let her tongue start work on me. Her eyes were looking straight at my tits and for someone who had never licked a cunt before, she was doing a great job. My husband’s cock, no doubt fairly limp, was still in her cunt and therefore he was behind me, so as I rode her face, my husband reached round me and grabbed my tits, making them twist slightly each time I moved. She had licked me clean of cum but was now focussing mostly on my clit. What with that and the tit twisting, it wasn’t long before I was cumming again and covering her face with sticky juices. I let her clean my cunt up with her tongue for a while, then I moved off her and leant down to clean off her face and then had a nice long tonguy cunt-tasting kiss.

Once we’d stopped kissing, my husband said she needed something nice and gentle to finish off, so he had her roll over on the rug and he held her ass cheeks apart and started licking down her crack and focussing on her asshole. After he’d done that for a while, he gave way for me to take over working her asshole with my tongue and he went up to stroke Paula’s hair. She seemed contented and almost purring.

My husband later admitted that he used to love finishing like that, but after the amount of anal he’s had lately, he really wanted to get his cock buried deep into her asshole. Anal has always been a red line with her, but I said I thought maybe one day she would try it. Maybe she needed to see me getting a big fat cock ploughing into my asshole to make her want it. Still, that was all for next time, and I was sure there would be a next time.

A Cottage, A Rug and A Paula (Part One)

23 May 2020 /

It was a difficult autumn last year. I didn’t know I had gluten issues to explain feeling unwell, and it has been quite an eventful few weeks, so we decided to take a week out in a holiday cottage to relax, unwind and fuck. Victoria came for a couple of days at each end (over the weekends), and we had a few days without her in the middle.

One of those middle evenings was taken up meeting a friend called Paula. She is actually an ex-friend with benefits of my husband. They were thrust together when they were each being bullied by their bosses at work. They supported each other and ended up fucking rather a lot, before they each moved on to other companies and Paula moved out of the area. That was eleven years ago (before I was with my husband), but she made contact with him in February last year.

She had split up with her husband after a pretty awful marriage and I think she was hoping for some sex. But instead, I became friends with her too. She is lovely, about seven years older than my husband, but very fit and I had to admit I’d have liked to have got inside her panties myself. But clearly, she was struggling. I did offer to lend her my husband to fuck her, but the idea seemed to blow her mind. We’ve met up a number of times since, and she has turned into a really good friend, but nothing sexual had occurred.

As the cottage where we were staying is only about fifty minutes from her, she popped over on the Tuesday evening to see us. We were going to go out for a meal. Sex didn’t even cross any of our minds when we organised it.

When she arrived, we had the log fire raging, and she hadn’t been there long when we brought up the thick rug in front of the fire, and we mentioned how the landlady told us she had several rugs so one was washed after each set of guests (without mentioning why). We all knew it was because people fucked on the rug, and we took no time in doing so ourselves when we first arrived and with Victoria. It was so soft and welcoming, and we used it a lot in the days before Paula arrived.

When we spoke about the softness, Paula got up and lay down on the rug, closing her eyes in happiness, and saying how fabulous it felt and how amazing it would be to be fucked on it. She parted her legs an inch more than they were and she looked at us each in turn.

In my kinky mind, that was an invitation, and my husband looked at me with a naughty sparkle in his eye that said he did too. He nudged her legs slightly further apart, and he knelt down in between them, as she looked across at him with a little smile.

Calmly, he gently took the front edge of her skirt and lifted it up past her waist. All she was wearing underneath was the tiniest black lace thong. There was no sign of hair anywhere either on or between her legs. He looked across at me and I winked at him before we looked back down at Paula. She looked happy with what he had done so far. He hooked a finger on either side of the waistband of her panties and he pulled them down. She gently lifted her ass off the rug, whilst he pulled her panties over her cheeks, then she dropped her ass back down to the floor as he took her panties all the way off.

He rolled them into a ball, held them to his nose, inhaled her aroma, and then he threw them to me. Paula looked at me as I did the same and seemed to take that as assurance that I was happy with events.

I carried on inhaling her scent from her panties, as my husband began stroking up and down her cunt, which was presented in the hamburger style. She really has the lips for it, with just the right amount of puffiness to make her cunt look edible!

She looked very content as he stroked from her clit to her perineum, and then she looked between us both and said “I had an MOT this morning, like he and I always used to. It is in my bag.” and she nodded in the direction of her bag. Still inhaling her panties, I pulled out an envelope and had a look at the results – she was disease free and already had a coil to stop pregnancy. Even more important though was the fact she had the tests done at all. That demonstrated intent. Sex may not have crossed her mind when we organised this, but it did before she arrived, and she came here to take me up on my offer; she came here for a fuck.

I told my husband she was good to go, and he started dipping his fingers into her cunt. She looked contented to finally be getting some genital attention, a clear seven months after first making contact.

“Paula here” he started saying “used to like having her asshole licked but didn’t like any more anal penetration than a tongue”. She nodded, but had her eyes closed, seemingly focussing on his fingers. “But she has a very juicy cunt” he continued, as Paula giggled a little. Sweet and endearing.

I noticed his voice was very soothing and mellow, in stark contrast to when he calls me a slut and hurls me onto the sofa for a raw fuck. This girl needed wooing. This girl needed soft velvety comfort, and he was supplying it.

He moved his hand so that his thumb was on her clit and all four fingers were moving in and out of her cunt. Her body was starting to wriggle and shake, as his hand worked her clit and cunt more intensely. She occasionally lifted her ass off the rug as she strained against his hand, and she got louder and louder as she got nearer to cumming. I looked at the concentration on his face as he tended to her, and she started to cum, yelling as she did, and he kept doing occasional small shudders with his hand to milk her orgasm to the end.

Once she stopped cumming, he withdrew his fingers and sucked her juices off them. I was hoping for a taste, but I wasn’t disappointed with what he did next. He raised her ass up on a cushion, then leant over and had a few licks, commenting to her that she tasted as good as she ever did, and then he offered me a chance to taste. She looked at me and smiled. I wanted to dive in with a full Vicki style tongue examination, but remembering his gentle approach, I use slow deliberate strokes with my tongue. She did indeed taste wonderful, and my tongue slowly hoovered up all her juices that it could find. But before I had finished, my tongue action had started her hips moving again, and although my tongue was starting to tire, I realised there were more orgasms in her right now and I focussed on getting her closer. She came pretty hard when he fingered her, but I really wanted to make her cum again really hard – I love the juxtaposition of a sweet woman who loves to be wooed letting herself be brought to a massive continuing orgasm in an unrelenting way, and I was the unrelenting woman to get her there.

Getting Closer (Part Three)

18 August 2019 /

Victoria had my strap-on filling her asshole, and my husband’s massive hard cock was filling my asshole. With each thrust my husband was doing, his cock was rubbing inside my asshole, the dildo was rubbing against my clit, and the dildo was rubbing the inside of Victoria’s asshole. Victoria was on the bottom of the pile, with me laying on top of her and my husband holding his weight off us and doing big movements with his hips to pound at my asshole. There was so much stimulation going on that I was totally overwhelmed. I wasn’t moving the dildo in and out of Vicki, but she could feel every pound of my husband directly into her asshole as well as through the parts of my body that were touching her.

My husband was in full flight now, with his cock almost coming out of my asshole with every stroke, alternating with slamming in as hard and as far as he could. Vicki and I were getting louder and louder, which only served to spur him on. I felt Vicki tense under me, just as I was about to tense. My husband must have realised this too, as he called us a pair of sluts and told us to cum for him. That finished me off and I tensed and started to cum. He didn’t slow down and only a few seconds later, Vicki shrieked out and I knew she was cumming too. With one last thrust in, I felt his cock expand in my asshole, and I felt the tell-tale throb of him cumming in my ass. He pulsed a number of times cumming at each pulse, doing a few small strokes in between pulses to keep himself going. I knew I had a massive amount of cum in me, and I felt amazing.

After a short while, I felt his cock shrinking out of my ass, and suddenly it went from very full to very empty, a feeling that always makes me crave the next time my ass is filled. He climbed off and knelt beside us. With a loving smile, he leant in and kissed me and Vicki, both quite long passionate kisses, all the time, the strap-on was still buried in Vicki’s ass. He noted our mouths tasted of each other’s cunts (something of which he approved), and he asked Vicki if she wanted to share an anal cream pie (of course the slut did!). He undid my harness, and I clambered off, leaving the dildo still buried in Vicki’s ass. He then helped her to roll over, so she was lying face up on the sofa with her own weight keeping the dildo in position. He pushed her across and squeezed on the sofa next to her, and I crouched over them and presented my asshole alternately to them to allow them to suck the cum out of my asshole. I’ve always found felching to be an extremely intimate act, so to be this intimate with both of them at the same time was amazing.

When they had finished, my husband rinsed his mouth out, then licked our cunts clean, Vicki first, then me. We were in an awful mess again, and he was so gentle in licking us clean that he didn’t start to get us aroused again, although that may have been because we were sexually exhausted from our efforts, and our cunts needed a rest.

Vicki and I cuddled up on the sofa (Vicki’s ass still dildo-filled), filled in the fuck diary again and then started to drift off to sleep. I heard my husband say that whichever of us woke up first, he was going to fuck, and we both said OK as we drifted off.

I woke up alone on the sofa and went to find them. Vicki was leaning her ass against the kitchen table having whipped cream sucked off her nipples. My husband stopped to kiss me as I entered the kitchen and told me Vicki’s cunt needed cleaning again. I knelt down in front of her and licked his cum out of her and cleared her of cunt juice. He offered me the whipped cream, so I applied several loads to her clit, licking her clean each time. Once I’d had enough cream, I stood up and he licked some cream licked off my nipples too, whilst I took the chance to play with his cock, which was becoming hard again.

Once his cock got to its full glorious hardness, he manoeuvred me over to the sink, and bent me over it in one of my favourite positions, with my tits dipping into the water as he fucks me. He nudged my legs further apart with his foot, and then, in one swift fluid movement, he buried his cock into my cunt. I reared up with the power with which he impaled me, and he grabbed my hips and held them in place whilst he repeatedly drove into my cunt. I was instantly wet again (my cunt, not just my tits), and his powerful and rhythmic thrust was taking all my attention. He slowed down his thrusting, probably meaning he was near, so I tried to squeeze his cock with my cunt, and I made him lose control and pump cum into me repeatedly.

Once he finished and his cock has shrunk out of me, I felt his hand in the centre of my back, holding my tits in the water, and then I felt Vicki’s tongue contact my clit. She went straight in for the kill; really focussing on my clit, which was quite sensitive by this point. I really felt like telling her to stop, but I couldn’t. She made me orgasm again, this time as quickly as she could and virtually entirely from clit action. Only then did she lick the rest of my cunt out, both sucking out and swallowing his cum and my cunt juices. She finished off my sucking the final whipped cream off my very tender clit, switching between very gentle (which is what my clit needed) and very rough (which was right on the border of the pleasure/pain threshold).

When the whipped cream was all gone, I got up and dried off my tits. When I put my attention back on to my husband and Vicki, he was leaning with his ass against the kitchen table, and she was on her knees in front of him, with his limp cock in her mouth. She looked up at him and nodded her approval.  She then started gulping down his piss.

I leant against the sink, watching the two people I love being kinky again, and I realised how lucky I am to be where I am. This is going to take a while to get my head round. I love my husband more than I had ever done, and yet, there is a big place in my heart for Vicki too. How the fuck did that happen? I didn’t realise that was even possible, and yet here I was.

I needed time to think about what to do now. I felt like I wanted to say something there and then. Were the other two feeling the same? If so, did that change anything? In my head, I could see a scenario where we were all in love with each other, but Vicki didn’t want a relationship, just sex, so actually, that was fairly unlikely. My biggest problem was that I didn’t want to mess up this relationship, as it is amazing as it is. If we were all in love with each other though, that would be something else entirely.

Getting Closer (Part One)

7 August 2019 /

This was the day that I realised something had changed. I’d had plenty of girl-on-girl sex with Victoria before, but this was the day I realised it was more than just sex.

There had been a knock at our front door. I peered through the spyhole, and there was a smiling Victoria, looking radiant and happy. She was early. I wasn’t expecting her for hours yet. I opened the door (even though I was naked) and ushered her in. After the door was closed, we threw our arms round each other and had a long passionate kiss. Even though it had only been just over three weeks, it had been too long.

She was only staying one night, and she had managed to get away from her appointment early. My husband wasn’t home though, so I quickly decided to text him. Since I let him fuck her whilst I was asleep, we agreed that we would always ask the absent partner for permission to fuck her, as we wanted everything to be out in the open. I’ve given him permission a couple of times to fuck her without me, and I’d fucked her the once without him. Now, it was my turn again. His reply was lovely: “Horny sluts. Make sure you document what you get up to. I want to read it when I come in. Fuck ya both later. xxx”

I put the phone down and dipped down in front of Vicki pulling at the bottom of her dress. She lifted her arms straight up whilst I removed the dress. I dropped the dress onto the floor and put my arms under her armpits and unclipped her bra, slipping the straps off her shoulders before removing the cups from her 32GG tits. How quickly the important businesswoman turned into the naked slut. I swung her bra round my head and released it to fly down the hall, as we both giggled. She pushed her tits up against mine as we embraced and had a very long tonguey kiss.

I just couldn’t stop kissing her. Hours before I had been daydreaming about my mouth being locked onto her cunt, and now it was locked onto her mouth, with no sign of stopping. Victoria’s hands slipped down to my ass (a move she learnt from my husband), and I slid mine down to hers and followed suit. Our 34H and 32GG tits were squashed together as our hands groped at our asses and as our tongues explored our mouths.

We were doing this for about half an hour until we eventually broke off the kiss. I found myself looking longingly at her, and she seemed to be returning the loving look. As I gazed at her, I realised this was far more than a lusty look between two fuckmates, this was far more than two really good friends fucking each other’s brains out. I didn’t know what to think; I was still trying to process what I had just realised. I love my husband as much as ever. He’s the centre of my life, my rock, my cock, my everything, but here she was, my friend who I was wondering if I had fallen in love with.

Whilst I was wondering, I took her to the sofa, and we lay for a bit longer snogging each other and groping at our tits and asses (the latter mostly about staying balanced on the sofa although the ass contact was great). After we stopped snogging, we just laid in each other’s arms talking, just occasionally running a finger across each other’s tits or down our bodies. It was lovely and helped me to get the thoughts settled in my head. But after a while, I realised my cunt was starting to ache and needed some action. I got off the sofa and gently manoeuvred Vicki down the sofa, before climbing on and kneeling with my legs either side of her head. She was looking up lovingly as my cunt lowered towards her mouth. Her tongue contacted my cunt and immediately went to work, switching between gentle and forceful motions, working every part of my cunt that her tongue could reach. I love riding her tongue, and she can seemingly go on for hours, slowly building a mind-blowing orgasm. I collapsed in a heap after I came, and she carried on licking to clean my cunt up and to enjoy the fruits of her labours.

As the weakness subsided, I grabbed some paper and made notes for the fucking diary, as Vicki carried on licking around my cunt. She had her hands locked over my upper legs, so I couldn’t move my cunt away, not that I wanted to. By the amount she was flicking her tongue over my clit, I realised that I was in for a very long very slow build up, but there would be a massive explosion at the end. I wrote as much on the sheet, just leaving a space for the time to orgasm, and then I sat back, closed my eyes, and focussed exclusively on her tongue and my cunt. It felt like hours, but was only about twenty minutes, and eventually, I got that explosive orgasm. I collapsed again in happy exhaustion whilst Vicki cleaned me up.

She unlocked her hold on my legs, so I slid down to lay next to her and started snogging again, this time her mouth strongly tasted of my cunt and juices. We snogged and I tasted myself on her for about half an hour. I adore the taste of my cunt (which is weird because a decade ago, I didn’t like anybody licking me out or tasting me on them).

I slid down her body a little and started sucking and licking her nipples. Her nipples go so hard when they are stimulated, and I love feeling them harden on my tongue. I didn’t really understand why my husband was obsessed with sucking on my nipples – I mean I enjoyed it, but now I have Victoria’s nipples to play with, I totally understand why. I love the moaning noises she makes when I’ve already got her nipples hard and I’m quite forcefully running my tongue round them. I’m sure one day I’ll make her cum by nipple action alone, but I wasn’t going to try today. I started kissing around her tits, returning to her nipples regularly, then I kissed down between them, slowly heading down towards her cunt. As I passed over her bladder, she winced as I touched her.

The reality of her predicament just dawned on me. She had come with full bladder as she always does (not working out my husband wouldn’t be here to deal with it as she was so early), and she would need to unload it before her cunt got any action. She stroked my hair and gently asked whether I’d drink her piss like my husband usually does. She knows I would prefer us to piss in each other’s laps rather than drink it, but she was so looking forward to it before she arrived and she enjoys it so much, I was happy to drink it in that position this time to give her pleasure. You do things like that for people you love.

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