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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.

Changing Thoughts On Consent

14 July 2019 /

Prior to being with my now husband, I very much believed in the strict implementation of consent. You know, fresh consent every time, no blanket, long-term, advance, or enduring consents can be given, you can’t consent when you are drunk (by definition), all that.

So, the night we got together, on about the fourth time he snogged me, he cupped my clothed breast as he leant in. In other circumstances, I might have objected, but I was so desperate for his touch. I had realised I wanted him a few months before, and I was so glad that he finally touched me even slightly sexually, and I was keen to encourage him. I had known him for a number of years before we got together, and in that time, he was the perfect gentleman. Never an inappropriate touch or word.

I also know from discussions before we got together that he was very aware of consent issues and was normally over cautious. I didn’t want him to be over cautious, I wanted him to touch me sexually without concern for whether I wanted it. I did want it. Whatever he wanted, I’d do it. Five seconds after our first kiss I’d have fucked him if he had wanted.

He left his hand on my breast for a couple of long snogs and a bit of conversation, and then he moved it off, and I was a little disappointed. So, after a short period, I moved his hand back onto my breast, the clearest signal I could give that I wanted it.

And he took the hint and touched my clothed tits and ass regularly over the course of the evening, as well as my hair and face as I looked adoringly at him. It felt so good. From that day to this (with some encouragement in the early days), he touches me a lot, mostly my tits and ass, but he also strokes me, my arms, my hair, my back. And my cunt, oh how he touches my cunt. To this day, his touch is electric and fabulous, and I crave it and miss it when he doesn’t touch me up for some reason. I used to see women getting groped by their men in shops, and I used to think they needed to get some self-respect and claim their bodies back, and now here I was desperate for him to do that to me (and he now often does). I feel like when he touches me publicly, he’s saying, “she’s mine, hands off” and that makes me feel very happy. My views on touching me up have definitely changed.

On the third day we were together, he kept popping round to my place during the day between appointments, and every time he did, I got my tits out for him to play with. (I think the last time I was a little too quick, and therefore would have flashed them at anyone in the street.) I was again encouraging him, making him want me more and feeling his mouth round my nipples and his tongue flicking across them was amazing. I knew he loved my tits from long before we got together, so I knew he would be only too eager to play with them and finally to get to suck on them.

Over the coming weeks, I consistently gave him the blanket consent message to touch me however he pleased and to do whatever he wanted with me. Now obviously on any given occasion, I could have withdrawn consent (even though I never did), but from a consent perspective, I was uneasy. I didn’t believe in blanket and enduring consent, even to someone you are married to, and yet that is exactly what I was doing: not just long-term non-specific consent but encouraging him to take me as he wanted. I was conflicted because I fucking loved the results, and I knew I should have been horrified.

As our relationship blossomed, he started to get more adventurous with me (and all without me explicitly giving consent). When he started putting his hand under my clothes and touching my tits or cunt, far from objecting and as an automatic reaction without giving it a thought, I opened my legs to give him better cunt access or leant forward to allow him to pull up my top and unhook my bra. When he started moving my panties aside to gain better access to my cunt, I encouraged him to work my clit hard. When he started removing my panties all together without asking or checking, I loved how owned it made me feel.

I’m not really sure he realised what he was doing, but he kept gently pushing the blanket consent boundaries, fucking me, and getting kinky with me as he wanted. I should probably have been horrified, but instead, I basked in the warm glow that blanket and enduring consent with him was the best decision I had ever made (often a short-lived feeling that was replaced with the bow wave of an orgasm).

I even told him that I expected him to fuck me when I was ill or drunk. I often want a fuck if I’m drunk, and because the consent situation is difficult if you are drunk, I made sure he knew he was to fuck me if either he or I wanted it. I’m not a very good patient (I get very down), so fucking me when I’m ill is important as it improves my mood and therefore improves my recovery. We sometimes jokingly call a fuck “my medicine” and him cumming in me “an injection”.

It’s not all one way either. I do similar things to him too. I regularly masturbate him to wake him up (before riding him to get his large cock cumming in my cunt). Luckily his cock seems to have a mind of its own, so I get to ride him when he’s ill, and he’s still able to be ridden when he’s a bit drunk (not massively drunk, but given how much he needs his car, he never gets that drunk). I quite often play with his cock and balls when we are cuddling up, or when he’s doing something in the kitchen.

You see, he had no such qualms about consent. For him, from the first time I played with his cock and balls, he made it very clear that I could do whatever I wanted, and we’ve proved that over and over again.

So, my thoughts on consent have definitely changed since being with him. I don’t believe you should hand permanent consent out to just anyone, but where your partner clearly demonstrates over and over again that they look after you and adore you, I have come to the conclusion that blanket and enduring consent is a good thing. I know if I say stop to him, he’ll stop. That’s all I need.

So, in short, I have broken my own rule and given him blanket long-term permission to fuck me whenever, wherever, and however he likes. I love being his plaything, I love not knowing what he’s going to do to me, I love just being used like a slut, often with him taking charge and just doing what he wants.

So, if I’m lying there and he wants to lick my cunt, he’s going to lick my cunt. If he wants to bend me over the arm of the settee and fuck me, he’s going to bend me over the arm of the sofa and fuck me, and I consent to it all, every last touch.

An Introduction To Cunt Worship (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part Four)

26 May 2019 /

I’m not going to document every day of our stay in this fabulous place. We fucked a lot, and we talked a lot with other people who were happy to fuck with you watching. One unexpected thing that I really enjoyed about this place was the conversation, the freedom to have discussions about sex, likes, kinks and other sex related topics that you would rarely have the chance to discuss in public in normal daily life. Let’s face it, when people have seen you fuck with the abandon that you do here, a lot of the walls that stop these kinds of discussions are simply blown away.

One such couple we discussed things with were the couple who helped us off the Queening chair. Her name was Olivia and she and her husband were Canadian. They live in a small town where most of the residents had an even smaller mind-set, so coming here gives them a taste of sexual freedoms they only get behind closed doors at home.

We first talked whilst we were waiting for Eva on that first night and continued when they joined us for breakfast the following morning. They were clearly eager to talk about my experience of the Queening chair. I explained how fabulous it was for my body to be fully supported and how that allowed me to fully focus on my cunt and the actions on it, probably for the first time ever; there was no other touch between us, no one else touching me and no aches and pains to distract me. I said that, in those moments, I found myself so focussed on my cunt that I excluded everything else. It was an overwhelming kind of feeling, and one I can’t say I’ve felt before; I found myself feeling that the whole of our relationship flowed through my cunt and into his mouth; our mental and physical energy, our physical form and contact, not to mention my actual cunt juices that were being licked up. The comments about the energy and being overwhelmed brought about nods of heads and knowing smiles.

It is a very hard feeling to describe (and I haven’t really done it justice), but that feeling is one well known to Olivia, and embracing that feeling has led her and her husband to a much stronger relationship and a much more sexual relationship. They explained to us that the feeling led them to embrace Cunt Worship – in its original sense, not in the one used by the porn industry in recent years. The porn version is about domination and female led relationships, but the original type of Cunt Worship is something much more gentle. It stems from an almost hippy like belief in energy flows, specifically that the energy of the woman is directed both in and out through her cunt, and therefore through her cunt comes her whole life force. Because of these energy flows, the cunt is worshipped, an almost religious devotion to pleasing the cunt (as you would any other god), and it isn’t just him that worships her cunt – she does too, pampering and pleasuring her cunt at every opportunity.

Historically, this sort of Cunt Worship has been a part of a number of religious faiths, and indeed, the cunt was historically displayed as something to be revered and cherished, and they had noted my love of displaying my cunt.

Olivia and her husband have totally embraced the Cunt Worship lifestyle, and it was fascinating to hear them describe what they do. Her cunt is the absolute focus of their life, and the time and devotion they put into her cunt is amazing.

They consider a Queening chair to be essential for a Cunt Worship lifestyle. They first discovered a Queening chair here on their first visit five years ago, and they bought one and had it sent home. A local French engineer builds them, and when I expressed a desire to take one home myself, they offered to introduce us. Wow, our very own Queening chair would be fabulous.

Anyway, they use theirs every day for at least an hour, on weekends often for two one hour periods or more. If Olivia feels his devotion to her cunt has not been enough, she uses the Queening chair’s angled facesitting option, if she feels his devotion has been acceptable, she will go for the horizontal licking option that we tried.

Their average day includes a good amount of adoration. She displays her cunt as much as possible at home. She never wears anything below the waist at home, and always sits with her legs spread so he can look adoringly at her cunt; he even looks at her cunt when they are having a conversation. She has a full length mirror that she can locate so that she can look at her own cunt in its full glory, and they take endless photos of her cunt in full flower.

He sometimes sits between her legs so that he can adore her cunt close up, and it is from this position that he does regular cunt inspections, an intimate examination of her cunt, both externally and internally, with his fingers and with instruments. He particularly enjoys using a speculum on her, as that allows him to stare adoringly and photograph deep into her cunt.

He also learned cunt massage, which Olivia finds very satisfying, and he has the task of cleaning her cunt, especially if it is manky through heat or exercise.

They both generally pamper her cunt, through look, touch, and interaction. Her desire to please her cunt has made her use bigger and bigger toys to make her cunt feel full, and she rides suction dildos multiple times every day, and of course, his cock spewing cum into her cunt also pleases it, which normally happens at least twice a day (once before work and once after if it is a workday).

They believe that her cunt demonstrates its pleasure by orgasming and squirting. They expect to make her squirt once every day, and between them, they make her orgasm a minimum of ten times a day, either he makes her cum with his mouth, fingers, or cock, or she makes herself cum with some toys, both penetrative and suction.

That single minded devotion to pleasing her cunt and to making it happy is the drive of their life, and the power and bonding they get from the energy flows through her cunt is something to behold.

I can understand how this seems to be a small step to the domination model, but for them, it isn’t about domination. Their relationship is so much stronger since they have whole-heartedly embraced the Cunt Worship lifestyle, and they are now so much happier.

As you will probably know, I love my ass being fucked and fondled and generally filled. As part of their Cunt Worship, Olivia’s ass is totally ignored. I could never do that. But Olivia is of the belief that most couples and relationships could benefit from some focussed Cunt Worship, even if people don’t totally embrace the lifestyle. Let’s face it: many people already adore and worship a cunt to some degree, and how many of those people are going to turn down the chance to have some focussed cunt time. It really is upping the emotion to apply the traits of sexual worship to cunt actions you already carry out, and my husband and I decided we’d try it out.

I do feel like my cunt is second to my ass (that is entirely my doing, as I love anal so much), so I like the idea of a little Cunt Worship. Olivia suggested we were well on the way, and they gave us some tips to try…….

Queen For Half An Hour (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part Three)

12 May 2019 /

We entered the bar and headed to the far right wall as suggested by Eva, and there they were – four queening chairs for us to try. My heart leapt with joy when she suggested them, and here they actually are, available for us to use.

I’ve loved the idea of queening chairs for some years. When I got together with my now husband, he was very disappointed that I didn’t really like my cunt being licked. It wasn’t about the actual licking though (I did rather enjoy that), it was much more about bodily and muscular comfort, and the fact that it always ended up being frustratingly cut short by aches and pains. We have tried various positions to improve how long he can lick me for, but the cutting short nearly always happens. Trying to find a solution to supporting us both during cunnilingus lead me to discover queening chairs.

We would have bought one years ago, but it was very clear that they needed to be fitted to our bodies and tested, especially as our issue is related to bodily support and pain, this fitting and testing seemed essential. There were two designs here for us to try, one where the ladies seat was at regular chair height, and one much nearer the ground. A cute brunette barmaid came over to explain them to us.

Starting with the one at regular chair height, I would sit on the chair, with my back and head supported at a reclined angle of my choice. There is a semi-circular notch cut out of the front of the seat, where his head pokes through, putting his face in close proximity to my cunt. Behind his head is a support, and his back is supported in a reclined state with his legs pocking out of the back of the chair at ground level. With the amazing amount of adjustment in the chair, we could get the position perfect for him licking away at my cunt, and with us both being fully supported, hopefully the licking can last a lot longer than at we can without the chair. The whole chair can rotate vertically though, so that my cunt can end up being pushed by gravity into his face, this being a more forceful face-sitting position. There are also straps to tie down his wrists “because we don’t want him focussing on wanking his cock, we want him totally focussed on licking your cunt”. If I were to sit the other way hugging the back rest, he would have access to my asshole instead.

The lower height queening chair has a large groove from front to back of the seat instead of the notch in the seat. This groove means that regardless of whether I was to recline or sit the other way and hug the back of the chair, he has access to both my asshole and my cunt. His head is nearly on the ground, and his body is therefore almost flat, again with wrist restraints as before. The barmaid suggested for that one, I should part my ass cheeks before sitting down, as it would much improve his access.

There were two examples of each chair, and I knew over the coming days, I would try both, but on this day, I decided to go for the first option, the higher chair and not using gravity to force my cunt down on him. The barmaid helped my husband to get in, then adjusted his seat to get his head in the right position, then I got on and she adjusted mine, before as a final point, moving my body towards my husband a notch, bringing my cunt right up to his face, and pinning his head against the back support.

She gave me a digital timer, and she suggested the usual protocol is to time how long he’s licking me for, and for him to grunt when he wants to stop but for me to then tell him when he can actually stop – usually after the next orgasm. She then bent down behind me and restrained his wrists, as I clicked go on the timer and my husband’s tongue started work.

It was totally dreamy. We were both fully relaxed and totally supported in a position that allowed him to lick my cunt without either of us having to put strain on our muscles. I noticed a few people come to sit at the tables close by to watch us, but my attention rarely strayed from my cunt, and soon I felt an orgasm start to build. I didn’t want this to end too soon, so I resisted the orgasm for as long as I could, but at 6:34 on the timer, he licked me over the edge, and I came with a massive shuddering orgasm. When I finally stopped vibrating, I felt his tongue flicking round my cunt, scooping up my juices and swallowing them, and then he started licking me again.

Normally after a licking orgasm, my cunt gets sensitive and he has to stop licking and move on to something else, but not today. This was a challenge to override my sensitivity and to hold my cunt in position for much more licking and another orgasm or two. I found myself focussing on my cunt and how that was the only physical connection between us at that moment, and I found myself feeling like at this time, the whole energy of our relationship flowed through my cunt and into his mouth. These feelings were overwhelming, but addictively good.

My second orgasm was at 11:04. I didn’t fight that one, I just let it come. I was so in the zone, in the moment, that I let my body do what it wanted. There is a really interesting juxtaposition in him being restrained both by my body and wrist restraints, and yet he was the one in total control of my body, through my cunt. I orgasmed again at 20:21 and was starting to build to orgasm number 4 when, at 26:56, he moaned (his signal that he was nearing the end). I told him that he was doing a wonderful job, and that I was so near another orgasm that I needed him to carry on. He hadn’t broken rhythm and carried on with renewed speed. I decided I was going to resist the orgasm until he got to 30 minutes, and he got me so near. I had to hold on to it for my life, but as soon as the clock flicked over 30:00 and then 30:01, I let go and let the orgasm flood over me.

After I had finished twitching, he again scooped up my juices with his tongue and swallowed, then he stopped and waited for me to move. I opened my eyes to see the audience applauding (I had totally forgotten that they existed) and one of the couples came over to help to get us out of the queening chair. I remembered I had to curtsy and was appreciative of the applause. My poor husband’s tongue had already started to ache, but I was proud of him for getting to 30 minutes and I was totally satisfied and exhausted, so I suggested we get some sleep after watching Eva fuck. What a fabulous place, and what a fabulous day, and we had ten more here before we had to leave.

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