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Keeping It Secret From Her Family (Part One)

Kate wasn’t stupid. She knew when her brother asked one of his friends to keep an eye on her, to look after her, there was a chance her exploits would get back to her family, and that was the last thing she wanted.

It was her first week at university, where her brother’s friend had been for three years. Her brother’s friend was my now husband. Kate was still a virgin and had gone to university with the aim of quickly losing her virginity, ideally to someone who was a good fuck with suitable experience, and ultimately to get fucked as much as possible. Her family would strongly disapprove, and she didn’t want the repercussions, but she did want to be allowed to fuck in peace.

Not that he had shown any sign of telling them anything. She knew him from before, and he seemed nice. He didn’t seem like a spy, but she didn’t really know him particularly well. It was nice however to have a friendly face, and she had met with him a few times and he had been helpful in getting her settled into university life.

And things were relaxed whenever she met up with him, and she actually enjoyed talking to him, but she was always guarded about sex. She was at university to lose her virginity and to get thoroughly fucked. She didn’t want that getting back. She had to deal with this, and she wasn’t sure how.

And then an idea came into her mind, and it was a ridiculous idea, total madness, and yet it made perfect sense. If she lost her virginity to him, and if it was him that regularly fucked her, he’d never be able to talk about it with them, and her secret would be safe. She talked herself into and out of it several times during the day, but decided she needed to work him out more before making the final choice.

She made a casual throw-away remark to him about him having sex, and he didn’t really reply, but did have a certain glint in his eye. That encouraged her to go fishing several times for more information about his sex life, and one evening after buying him a few drinks, she found out that he was quite rampant in the past, and that all but one of his previous uni fucks had left university at this point, and the one that was still there was now in a serious relationship and didn’t allow herself to be fucked by him (no matter how much she wanted it). Kate was quietly pleased, as she thought he might be craving a fuck and that made her in with a chance.

She wasn’t interested in a relationship, just in being fucked, and the more she saw him, the more she felt comfortable with him, and the more she found herself wanting him to fuck her over and over. She got the impression he was the same as her, both in not wanting a relationship and being comfortable with her. She wasn’t any good at this hooking up game, so, despite meeting a lot of others in those early weeks, she decided that he really was the best option, that she really wanted him to take her virginity.

She decided to twist her own arm in a way, forcing herself to get on with it. She really needed that fuck, really craving it, and in a horny state, she saw him one afternoon in a corridor. Without leaving herself time to think, she asked him to pop to her room later, as she needed some advice. They agreed a time, and then off she went to both regret her actions, and get even more horny at the possibilities.

Good as gold, he knocked on her door at the allotted time, and with a deep breath, she opened the door to him. It was clear from his face that he liked what was in front of him. There was Kate, topless wearing only a short but quite showy skirt, brushing her hair. She was really nervous in case anyone else in the corridor saw her or in case he totally rejected her.

His cock didn’t reject her. She could see how hard it was within seconds. She invited him in and carried on brushing her long brown hair, her arms over her head perfectly framing her sizeable yet pert tits, her totally hairless armpits in full view.

He closed the door behind him and went to sit on the edge of the bed (the only chair in the room was deliberately filled with clothes). His face was now at tit height, and she was in no hurry to finish brushing her hair. The discussion was innocent, yet here she was with her tits out and tantalisingly swaying as she moved. To him, she seemed totally at ease with her exposure. He couldn’t take his eyes off her tits for long, only briefly looking at her face as she was talking. She could see that and was secretly loving it. Now she had to pluck up the courage to move to the next stage.

Eventually she put the brush down. He was waiting for her to put some clothes on, but she didn’t. She offered him a drink and made it, gave it to him and sat down opposite him (in the chair, sitting on her clothes), all with her pert tits proudly visible.

He was trying to work out if she was being as blatant as she appeared to be being, or was she ridiculously innocent and not realising what she was doing? After all, this was a good friend’s sister he was thinking of fucking. In those few weeks, he had gone from being a helpful friend, to so wanting to feast on her magnificent tits (it has been too long since he’d worship Rebecca’s tits), and finally to really wanting to really fuck her, not just once, but over and over. But there weren’t any signs she was interested, until now, until her magnificent tits were out and so close to him.

The innocent conversation continued whilst they each tried to work the other out. She was cursing herself for being too shy to simply ask him to fuck her. Heck, it was amazing she was here with her tits out at all. In fact, at one point, she had almost just put her blouse on, talking herself out of it just in time.

He was worried about reading the situation wrongly, and him trying something and her holding it against him. But she started it with having her fabulous tits out for him to enjoy, or was it for him at all?

He knew she had seen his cock; she’d been looking down at it. Just as he knew she’d seen him looking adoringly at her tits. He decided those two things were enough, and he had to go for it.

Her hands were resting in her lap, bent at the elbows to ensure her tits were still totally visible. He gently picked up her hands in his and said that there was something he wanted to do that he hoped she would enjoy. She gently nodded and smiled, relieved he had taken the lead, and he leant in bringing his face towards her tits, letting go of her hands as he needed to steady himself as he gently kissed on her left nipple. She giggled slightly and twisted her body slightly to offer him better access to her nipple.

This time, she felt his tongue swirl round her nipple, almost caressing it as it went round and over. She closed her eyes to really feel his tongue but opened them again shortly afterwards, as she wanted the visuals of him working her nipple. She felt her nipple swelling and getting harder, but all too soon, he shifted position, her body on instinct moving to offer him her other nipple, which he caressed with his tongue and mouth.

Once that was as hard as the first, he leant back, using a thumb and forefinger to tweak each nipple. As he gently pulled her towards him by her nipples, he leant in to give her a soft kiss, almost a lip nudge, and as he leant a little back, she leant further in for a longer kiss, her tongue starting to nudge between his lips, to little resistance, and his lips parted and their tongues met, touching at first before turning into a full, long, proper snog with tongue jousting. Now she was on familiar ground. She knew how to kiss well.

Her confidence grew as their kiss continued, the tips of their tongues almost constantly in each other’s mouths, whilst all the time her nipples were being worked by his fingers. They were so large, they were almost painful, but there was no way she was asking him to stop. Eventually, their lips broke and he looked into her eyes, wondering where to go next. She nervously looked into his eyes and just gently, almost hesitantly mouthed “Fuck Me”. He kissed her passionately, to give her a chance to change her mind, but she didn’t. She simply rubbed her hand against his cock, at this point still within his trousers, showing that she absolutely did want a fuck. He hadn’t fucked in some weeks, and he had been thinking about her quite a bit, dreaming about working her body and lusting after tasting her and filling her cunt. He wasn’t about to say no to her.

Recruiting Some Watchers

There is something very naughty about sitting in a cafe talking to a friend about fucking in front of each other. Yet there Nikki and I were, debriefing the intimate sex party. We all (absent men included) agreed it was a great success, and that we all wanted to do it again. Yet, we both felt that wasn’t really enough fucking. The men did their best, but they (of course) need recovery time. We decided we’d have some more girl-on-girl action (assuming our men agreed, although I didn’t envisage that being a problem), and we could do some other sexy activities that don’t involve hard cocks, but what we felt we really needed was another couple.

But how would we find one? Nikki knows from experience how long it took to find us, and that was just a fluke conversation. Specifically asking someone isn’t an easy conversation to have. “So, fancy coming to a dinner party where we all get fucked whilst the others watch?” wasn’t likely to be a winner with someone who wasn’t kink-obsessed, and we had no idea who was kink-obsessed. Nikki and I are the two fuck happy members of our circle of friends – we are the two who like fucking rather a lot. The rest of the group appear somewhat less sex-obsessed than we are. We did decide though that the friendship angle was important for us too, so we really didn’t want to end up recruiting strangers. But given none of our friends were obviously kinky, we had to work out who was possible. As we went round the circle of mutual friends, there weren’t obvious candidates.

The discussion got to a rather reserved lady called Laura. I knew that my husband would have suggested her. Since the day he first met her, my husband thought her good housewife routine was an act, and that underneath, she was a filthy bitch. He had absolutely no evidence on which to base this for a couple of years. A small piece of evidence came at Christmas 2016, when a rather tipsy Laura briefly flashed her panties to us all. They were a rather small white cotton thong with the word “Slut” written on the front in permanent marker.

So, on this flimsy evidence (literally) and largely on my husband’s gut instinct, we decided that she was our best candidate and that we would to try to recruit Laura and her husband for the next sex party. We needed plausible deniability (in case she hated the idea) as we didn’t really want to cause tension in the wider group.

Our chance to have a discussion unexpectedly came a couple of weeks later. Again, it was a drunken ladies night, and this time, Laura, Nikki, and I ended up as the last there. Laura was wearing a top with a plunging neckline that revealed a substantial cleavage: those magnificent tits swinging back and forth to rhythm was no doubt the other reason my husband wanted to see her naked and being fucked. He’s always been a tits man.

It isn’t easy to start a sex party conversation, but we had to bide our time until an opportunity occurred when the discussion strayed onto panties. I was often pantyless at that time, and Nikki wasn’t wearing any that night either. Laura acted all coy, but her mask slipped when I mentioned the “Slut” panties. She had no recollection of the flashing incident, but both Nikki and I certainly remembered it. It turns out that she only wears white cotton thongs, and every day, her husband picks out her panties, which are adorned with a hand-written message from him. (Obviously, it is not always a new message, as it would be wasteful not to re-use the panties). “Slut” is one of the milder ones apparently. Laura was blushing when she spoke. Using messaged panties was just something fun they did, which reminded her of her sexuality often throughout a day. The obvious question was what was on her panties that day – “My cunt needs cum” was the exquisite answer. She already knew tomorrows would say “Ass fuck day”, and that meant she’d have his cock in her ass a number of times tomorrow and her cunt would go untouched all day. My husband was right though – she was much more into sex than her public persona would have you believe. That’s partially because she is very shy, particularly when talking about sex. Apparently, her husband wanted her to be more outgoing and free talking about sex, so he’d be happy she was having these conversations.

So, Nikki introduced our sex parties to her, described what happened at the first one, and how much fun we had. Laura listened intently and seemed somewhat excited, but she said that wasn’t the kind of thing she or her husband were in to. Nikki hadn’t asked at this point, so she just rounded off the conversation with a comment that if they changed their minds, we’d love to see her and her husband at the party, and that we were sure they’d have a great time. Then we moved the conversation on, the seed having been sown.

Nikki and I met up with a very excited Laura a few days later. After discussing it with her husband, they decided they were up for the party. She said today’s panties had the awesome message “Watch Me Fucking” and that she was getting turned on even thinking about our party. She realised that there wouldn’t be time for hesitancy at the party, and when it was their turn, they would need to get fucking. She said they appreciated that, and she was fully behind the plan, even the girl-on-girl interludes. Now I was getting excited. They are both gorgeous women, and my cunt got all moist thinking about kissing them, sucking on their fleshy tits, and yes, licking away at their cunts.

Our men were over the moon too, both with the new recruits and the girl-on-girl action. My husband was particularly pleased with himself for correctly picking Laura’s sexy side when none of the rest of us did.

For the next couple of hours that evening, Laura, Nikki, and I talked about activities, positions and roughly planned out the party – the venue, the date, the food and drink, and the activities. Our first party was an alcohol-free gathering because none of us wanted our performance to be diminished – we decided to make this a rule, and we decided to look for some non-alcoholic cocktails for the evening. Astonishingly, Nikki had far less of an anal history than either Laura or I, so we definitely included some anal activity in the plan. I told Laura how my husband would expect to see her ample tits swinging violently as she was fucked, and Laura insisted we included some activities to achieve that. A consequence of the “no private activity” rule that didn’t come up at the first party was that of pissing, so we made a plan to cover that. We also had some sexy games ideas and chose one of those. As before, the men knew nothing of the details and would be surprised on the day. The next party in late November could not come round soon enough!

Being Pantyless Makes Me Horny

Welcome to The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends blog.

I’m Mira and I’m your host for this look into all things sexy and kinky. I’m a mid-thirties female who, for the first time in my life, is finally happy. I have a wonderful husband, who helps me to be the best I can be, who looks after me, who loves me, who cuddles me loads and who fucks me well, often, and very very thoroughly. He also encourages me to be kinky and filthy. It turns out I don’t need much encouragement, and I fucking love it.

I’ve been encouraged to start this blog by some friends who are interested in hearing the details of my sexy activities, and some of those friends will get mentions too, as they are far from innocent maidens. Over the coming years, I will write about a number of things that have happened to us since I’ve found my inner kinky bitch and some of the history that has led up to this kinky state of affairs.

This first blog post marks two months since I last wore panties. I didn’t intend to go for even one whole month – in fact I had a target of 17 days over our Christmas break. I knew my husband would be very excited – he loves it when I don’t wear panties. He loves the occasional flashes of cunt, whether accidental or totally deliberate. He loves sliding his hand up my skirt and having unhindered access to my ass and cunt, and I love what he does when his hand gets there, whether it be touching my cunt or ass, slipping his fingers inside my cunt, or rolling my clit in his fingers, he knows I’m a slut for whatever his hand wants to do to me. He loves it that I seem to be much hornier when I’m panty-free, and whenever I’m more horny, I always want to fuck a lot. He always does his best to oblige.

We both finished work for the year on Friday 15th December, so when he got home, I casually announced to my husband that I planned to not wear any panties until 2nd January (the day we returned to work). He did indeed get very excited! I asked him to remove my panties and put them in an airtight box for his later use. They were particularly fragrant, as I had been wearing them for 3 days to make them nice and ripe, and I had been masturbating in them across the three days to make them particularly pungent. I always prepared panties like this when he went away with work, to give him a good strong smell of my cunt and ass whilst he was away. I don’t know why I decided to do it this time, as at the time, I didn’t realise I may not wear panties again for some years, so I’m really glad he had one last pair to enjoy.

This is by far the longest I’ve ever gone without panties. I did wonder if my horniness would fade after a few days, but if anything, it grew. During the course of the 17 days, I was fucked over 40 times, including 3 days of mostly anal to give my poor cunt some rest. I was insatiable. It was the start of the most intensive period of fucking we had ever had.

I have been building up to a long pantyless stint over the last few years, increasingly wearing panties less and less. I had started being pantyless in the house, before extending it to when we went for a walk and I was expecting an outside fuck, to more mundane things like being panty-free going round shops. Even so, I was expecting I might feel a tug to put a pair on. In fact, my feelings were the opposite, and when I got within a few days of the end of my planned run, I began to feel sad at the thought of my panty-free stint being over. It was of course a self-imposed deadline, but to carry on, I would have to go without panties at work too. So, when the morning of my return to work arrived, I had a decision to make, and I chose to stuff a pair in my bag and set off sans panties. Of course, nothing happened at work. No one was aware of my pantyless state apart from me, and I just felt naughty. My spare panties stayed securely in my bag, and for the following work day, I had no panties with me at all. It was that morning I realised I wanted to be like this for the long haul, and that I needed to systematically remove any reason for wearing panties and indeed for clothes touching my cunt. I loved having my cunt open to the air (hidden by a skirt of course).

So, 17 days turned into 3 weeks, then 4 and now 8. I still feel really horny and don’t particularly want the feeling to stop, and we still fuck at least once every single day.

Over the last few weeks, I think I’ve removed virtually every reason to wear panties again (for a good few years at least). My periods have been stopped by a Mirena. I have packed away all the clothes that uncomfortably rubbed down there (like jeans). The only possible reason I have for wearing panties is that my husband and I both like me wetting myself, but my husband says he has found a solution to that one (can’t wait).

As the weather got a touch colder, I would normally have started to wear leggings, but of course, I would then lose all the benefits of not wearing panties. I used to wear leggings a lot (as my legs get cold) and occasionally wore trousers (never wore tights anyway). My husband found the solution for my cold legs – thicker stockings. We’ve also bought proper old-fashioned suspenders with metal clips, as they are much more robust for daily wear than plastic clips. I also love the fact that the metal clips show through a tight dress, so everyone knows you are wearing stockings. Weird isn’t it – I hated VPL, but I love my suspender clips showing.

So, armed with thicker stockings, I set about removing from my wardrobe any other item of clothing that touches my cunt. (Of course, apart from my wetting attire, I will also have to wear a swimsuit if naked swimming isn’t an option). All my leggings, trousers and shorts were packed away, and for the last month, I have only worn dresses, skirts, and stockings (for below the waist attire), meaning that for the entire month, I’ve had that fully exposed feeling, which I get a massive thrill from. I love the fact that I could be caught out by a gust of wind at any time – it makes me feel extra naughty.

So, I embark on my third pantyless month with no particular target in mind. I could see this going on for years. I just love feeling naughty, I adore feeling totally exposed under my skirt, I thrive on feeling horny, I love the smile on my husband’s face as I flash at him, and I love how much more freedom he has to play with me unhindered by what for me is now a pretty useless garment. I just love being pantyless!