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Not Wanting To Miss Out (Part Two)

7 September 2022 / KinkyMira

Val was sitting on my now husband’s university room sink, desperate to piss and yet unable to do so because of how long she’d been holding it. In an attempt to help, he was rubbing at her clit, continually circling and brushing over it. He was hoping a distraction would allow her to start to piss, but to this point, it wasn’t working.

Over the course of a few minutes though, he saw a definite change in her body language; her body was moving like the last time she was nearing orgasm. He didn’t even know it was possible to orgasm whilst having a full bladder, but it turns out it is, and she got there comparatively quickly. She later said the full bladder seemed to magnify the rise and the orgasm, not deaden them. Her breathing got very shallow and her back started arching as she started to cry out. He did small burst of small motions on her clit to try to extend the orgasm, which from the way she was shaking seemed pretty strong.

Her cries calmed down, and she slumped back against the mirror. Just at that moment, there was a glint of piss emanating from her pisshole. My husband brought his hand back down and used a finger on each one to spread her pissflaps wide, just as the glint turned into a drop, which turned into a small stream, steady and relentless. The look of relief on her face was divine, but he didn’t see that – he was focussing on the jet of piss coming out of her body in all its exquisite glory.

The jet seemed to go on for ages, but eventually started to subside, leaving her still slumped, exhausted, in a post-orgasm glow with a pissy cunt. Fuck, she was happy.

She needed cock. His cock. But she was so exhausted, she needed time to recover. In a position she may have felt rather vulnerable, she instead felt open to whatever he wanted to do. And right now, that meant he started, gently at first, sucking and licking at her nipples and squeezing and fondling her tits. Actually, it was really relaxing having him working her tits whilst she was slumped there, pissy cunt exposed. He carried on diligently working for over half an hour, all the time making her want that fuck all the more and making her cunt feel empty.

Eventually, she got some energy back, and got up out of that slump. She told him to get on the bed, as she needed her pissy cunt dealing with, and she sat with her legs either side of his head, this time facing down his body, his nose buried in her ass crack. He was great at licking, and soon, she felt like she was building to another orgasm, but she wanted his cock, so she slightly leant forward and started rubbing on his cock through his trousers. It went from fairly hard to very hard in no time, and so she undid his trousers and pulled his cock out. She bent forward, giving him an amazing view of her cunt and ass as she straddled him, taking his cock into her mouth. She felt his fingers playing with her clit again and working into her cunt a little. But this cock was hard, so she moved away from his fingers, turned round to face him, sat up a little and lined his cock up with her cunt.

Looking down at him looking up at her tits, she lowered herself onto his cock, sliding his cock fully into her cunt, and she began an up and down motion that made his hard cock slide right in and fully out of her cunt. He reached up and grabbed her tits, forcing them to twist with each one of her strokes.

Her smile was slowly replaced by gritted teeth, as her determination to make him cum took over. She adjusted her position until his cock was clearly doing something to her clit. Her language got very explicit, and she switched between telling him about his hard cock and her greedy cunt, and trying to convince herself to keep moving once she had cum. She was shrieking again as she came, and did her best to carry on in rhythm, him squeezing her tits and twisting them only acting as encouragement to keep going.

She was exhausted but putting all her efforts into squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles. Each time she did, he grew a little bit, so she kept doing it. By this point, he was enormous and rubbing on her clit with each one of her strokes. Her tits were starting to get uncomfortable where they were being twisted, but she felt like a proper slut and loved every second of it.

She could see him looking down his body at her cunt, and she put her hands down and spread her cunt lips to improve his view. Seemingly, that did it, because she felt the tell-tale throbbing that meant he was depositing a load of cum in her cunt. What a feeling. What a fuck.

As he was cumming, Val worked her clit and very soon had another orgasm, which she lengthened using her finger work. Once they had both finished cumming, she lay forward and snuggled down to him on the narrow bed.

That was the last either of them remembered, until the sun was shining round the curtains the following morning.

They lay there cuddling each other not saying much. His hand strayed down to her cunt and started playing again, and she just opened her legs a little to improve his access. He was encircling her clit with his fingers, as well as dipping his fingers into her cunt, and she could feel him oh so slowly building her to orgasm. She settled in for a very long drawn out gentle building orgasm. She loved having his fingers working her body. She loved his touch, and most of all, she loved the slutty things she had done with him.

He made her feel more alive, more womanly, more sexy and more sexual than any man she’d ever been with, and she felt like putty in his hands. And she liked it. This was the sort of no holds barred fun that she came to university to have.

And both Val and Debbie did have loads of no holds barred fun with him over the two years they were all together. The desperation was repeated lots of times, including the classic wetting of jeans, which Debbie had to buy a pair just to piss in. But these two women had found their sexual freedom, and in my now husband, they had found someone non-judgemental, who was up for anything and who spent more time trying to make them cum than himself.

And as well as having lots of sex and having his first taste of watersports, he also got a load of confidence. It wasn’t just Anya that he could bring to orgasm, it was Debbie and Val too, and them coming back to him again and again, despite being in an environment where there was lots of cock on offer, only boosted his self-esteem and made him a better lover for it.

My Sexy Studenty Self

4 April 2020 / KinkyMira

Lacy underwear makes many women feel very sexy. It doesn’t for me. I hate lace: I think it looks crusty, fussy and is an instant turn-off. I used to be a strictly clothes off to fuck sort of girl, and I liked to be stripped before sex (still do). I think my husband was surprised in the early days that I had such a negative reaction to me being in my underwear.

What I did feel sexy in were well-shaped clothes, and a few months after we got together, I was squeezed into a figure-hugging dress and the bulge in his trousers clearly showed what was in his mind. I told him there was no way I was taking the dress off before we went out (as it took me long enough to get into the bloody thing), so instead he spun me round, bent me over the end of the bed, nudged my feet apart, pulled up the dress over my ass, moved my panties aside and eased his hard cock right in. No one had ever fucked me like this before, and it didn’t take long for me to cum. He made me cum three times before he came, then he withdrew, moved my panties back over my gooey cunt, pulled my dress back down and just carried on with preparing to go out like nothing had happened.

This started off somewhat of an addiction of us fucking with me fully dressed, and I loved it – it made me feel sexy in a way underwear never did, especially as it made me feel sexy at random times when I was wearing something that suited me well.

As I was clearing out a drawer one day a few months later, I came across a pink fitted t-shirt with “Twin Airbags fitted as standard” on it. My husband liked it because not only was the slogan funny, the t-shirt was very snug, so as it stretched across my 36GG tits (as they were then), the fabric went really thin and almost see-through. In fact, it was so tight that it held my tits in place without a bra. I had stopped wearing it out, as it showed every detail of my bra, but during the clear-out, I decided I would wear it at home for my husband without a bra, so he got to savour every detail of my massive tits.

I was thinking of pairing it with a very short skirt as an outfit specifically for sex. Several years previously, I bought a twin pack of tiered skirts, because I wanted the black one. The other one was a horrible reddish-brown colour with damage towards the bottom of the skirt, so I had never worn it. It was easy construction to modify though – there were four horizontal tiers, and each was attached to the one above. It was quite trivial to remove two of the four tiers (including the damaged one) to create a skirt that would barely cover anything. It was mostly cotton, so I was able to die it to almost black (which as the skirt had never been worn, was very successful).

I put the outfit on one day whilst he was at work, and I was reminded of being a first-year undergraduate at university. At the time, I was quite innocent and mostly unaware of the effect that my body could have on someone. I found some glasses that looked studious and put my hair up on a relaxed studenty sort of way and waited for him to come home.

When he came in, I found myself pretending to be undergrad me, being all innocent. My husband got excited, but he realised I was being coy, and played along, seeming to settle on an innocent nerdy persona, kind, gentle and dead keen on playing with my tits. I can well imagine this is what he was like at university.

He spent rather a long time sucking at my nipples, with the innocent fervour of an inexperienced lover, and he spent far longer than he normally does squeezing and kneading my tits (and he spends quite a long time normally playing with them).

After he reloaded my tits into my top, he lifted up my skirt, opened up my cunt, inserted two fingers into my cunt and started flicking his tongue over my clit, whilst gently fucking me with his fingers. My hips were rhythmically pulsing in time with his movements, and without breaking rhythm; he brought me to orgasm and then carried on. My clit sometimes gets very sensitive once I have orgasmed, and this was one of those days, so I gritted my teeth and hung on whilst his tongue worked my engorged and tender clit. I got louder with my moans but had to concentrate on not being a potty mouthed bitch as I sometimes am. Student Mira is sweet and innocent and wouldn’t use words like cunt. The distraction of staying in character was crucial in me being able to take the continued clit licking for as long as I did.

After I had orgasmed three times, he offered me his fingers to suck (which I happily did). I undid his trousers and let them slip to the floor. I pulled his thong down and released his cock, which was already fairly hard. I pulled him forwards and sucked his cock into my mouth, which at university was commonplace and universally expected. I figured that as he was so hard and so aroused already, I had a chance to make him cum with my mouth. I pulled my top up over my tits (as we have a rule that tits must be on display if a blow job is occurring), and I was contemplating having him pull out and cum all over my tits, but I got a taste of his pre-cum, so when I felt him twitch, I slid his cock back until the base of his glans nudged against my teeth. A couple of hand movements down the length of his cock, a grope of his balls and my flicking tongue over his glans produced a wave of cum landing on my tongue. I did that sweet thing of showing him his cum on my tongue before swallowing it and then showing him my empty tongue.

We cuddled and kissed for a while whilst his cock recovered, then I played with it to get it hard. I then told him with an innocent smile that I wasn’t the kind of girl to go to bed on a first encounter, so he did what any chivalrous man would do… and gently fucked me twice on the sofa instead.

It is a bit of a head-fuck actually, as this is the man who nails me rigorously, this is the man that I am very kinky with, and yet this was a simple, straight forward classic gentle innocent fuck. At no time did he take any of my clothes off. Every time he finished with my tits, he pulled the t-shirt back down over them, carefully arranging them to show them at their best. Every time he finished with my cunt, he pulled my skirt back down.

I really enjoyed both playing the persona and wearing the outfit; I loved how naughty it felt. It wasn’t a hard persona to play, as it was basically me years ago. I still wear the outfit sometimes, and if I do, he knows exactly the type of encounter I want.

It’s Like I’m Always On Heat

14 September 2019 / KinkyMira

When I first got with my husband, we had lots of sex. Over our first six months, we fucked an average of twice a day and we didn’t miss a single day over that time. But after that initial euphoria, once life started getting in the way, at certain times in my menstrual cycle I lost interest whilst at others I was insatiable. I would first jump him the day before my period started, expect to be fucked right through my period and then for around a fortnight after, right until I ovulated. Then my desire dropped off a cliff and at the same time, my PMT kept building and building. I was either a slut on heat or a PMTed up bitch.

I used to get so horny during my period that I needed a fuck no matter how much of a mess it made. Luckily for me, he loved it and was never put off by the sight, smell or taste; it was pretty much the only time I wanted him to go down on me, and I wanted his cock in my cunt on my heaviest days several times a day.

We had a good two years of that, but my PMT was getting worse month by month, until finally we had to make a decision. My GP suggested a Mirena coil might help to reduce the PMT, but it would also likely reduce the period and probably reduce how insatiable I was. It was a very hard choice: reduce the PMT, reduce the periods and risk having a lot less sex, or have a mega-PMTed up bitch.

In the end, we chose to have the Mirena. That was how bad it was.

It took the Mirena a number of months to bed in, and there were several consequences: the PMT was massively reduced, which was a relief for both of us. My periods stopped completely, which was lovely, as I hate the whole big panties and sanitary towels thing. My natural panty style at the time was thong, and I loathed having to wear anything else. But with no period meant no period sex. Sometimes things have a high price, and that was it.

The other thing that happened was that my desire for sex reduced overall. I really had to be in the mood, and that made my husband really have to work on me. He did, and we fucked an average of twice a week.

But fundamentally, that isn’t enough for either of us. Sex is a very important part of our relationship, of who we are as a couple. Touch is very important, and even that was slipping away. I would be lying if I said it didn’t start to cause a little friction between us. One night over a bottle of wine, we decided things had to change. But we didn’t really know how.

That night, we did make a first critical decision though. We had both fallen into a rut that we couldn’t be bothered to fuck. So we decided that if one of us wanted a fuck, we would fuck, unless the other one really didn’t want to. We took indifference off the table, and defaulted to fucking unless one of us actively said no. We actually still practice that to this day, and that proved a useful start back then.

Within a few weeks, we were fucking on average every other day, which was a great start, and the more sex I had the more I wanted. I knew my husband liked me being pantyless, and when my husband found out, he always wanted to fuck my brains out. When I went pantyless, it made me feel frisky and I really enjoyed the feeling and the freedom. I didn’t go pantyless that often, and I wondered if I could increase my amount of pantyless time without reducing the effects. So I started increasing my pantyless time, gradually getting to most days, if even for a short while, including most times I went out.

That worked really well. I was more and more frisky, and wanting to be fucked more and more. My husband started checking if I was pantyless, often by putting his hand up my skirt when I was in the car, and he took to making me cum when we were parked somewhere shortly before we arrived at our destination. I loved it, and I never objected to his efforts.

It was around this time that I had started to reliably and slowly lose weight, but my body confidence was still zero. My husband was working on that. He got me to try on more figure hugging clothes, clothes that really showed my curves, clothes that flaunted the tits that were important in him first noticing me, and the dresses I showed an interest in, he bought for me, with me ending up with a number of very shaped dresses that I loved. Banishing unsexy clothes had an effect, so I began wearing stockings and suspenders more, as that always made me feel sexy.

By this point, we were back to fucking daily, and our relationship was much better. I think my husband would have been happy at that, especially as his ability to read me was getting better and better, and therefore so was the sex.

But my mindset was changing. I loved feeling more horny more of the time. I loved how it made me want to fuck again and again.

I decided to up the ante – I decided to go pantyless over that one Christmas as not only a treat for my husband, but to see if the sexy feelings it gave me wore off. They didn’t, and I’ve never worn panties since. Not only that, but over the following months, I also got rid of all sorts of clothes that covered my cunt, like trousers and leggings, and had an excuse to buy more figure hugging dresses and stockings, including thick woollen ones for the cold, and we sourced my proper metal clipped suspenders.

With snow on the ground, thick stockings and my cunt seemingly having an unstoppable source of heat (meaning it never seemed to get cold), I felt incredibly sexy and naughty. It was during this time that we started more regularly fucking multiple times a day, and we both realised that we had more and more appetite for sex, and for interesting sex and kink.

In our early days of exploring kink, it was always a hot and cold thing for me; sometimes, kink was a no-no, as I wasn’t in the mood, and sometimes I was uber-kinky and it was all I wanted to do. But as I had turned into this always horny slut, I was finding I wanted kink more and more, and I wanted to expand kink from being part of a sexual encounter to including little bits of kink into our daily lives. For example, me crouching over his mouth and pissing into it seemed as natural as making the bed, us spanking each other’s asses seemed as natural as doing the gardening and me pegging him with an enormous strap-on seemed as natural as me doing some crocheting.

What I have done (very intentionally) is to do a number of things that make me horny, feel very sexy, and that encourage multiple small bits of kink, all as part of my daily life. This is an attitudinal switch and is over and above our many prolonged sex sessions. I’ve turned myself into a slut who is craving sex and kink all the time, and who is only truly satisfied when I get it. It’s like I’m always on heat, and yet I’m not, because of my Mirena, and I fucking love it!

Clothing Is Optional, Fucking Is Not (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part One)

8 April 2019 / KinkyMira

As I’m writing this, I’m sitting naked on a hotel patio in the glorious sunshine on the Atlantic coast of France, sipping a non-alcoholic cocktail. About ten minutes ago, myself, my husband and about a dozen other people were watching a Dutch couple fuck right there on the patio. That is what this place is all about.

I’ve read online about hotels where public sex is allowed, and I wanted to go to one, but really, I wanted one where public sex was expected, not just tolerated. I wanted a holiday that was a feast for the eyes, brain, and soul, as much as a chance for us to fuck in public and for me to indulge in my love of displaying my naughty self.

Finding information about such places online is quite tough. There are a number of hotels in the south of France, but we settled for this one on the west coast. Whilst in theory this place is clothing optional, I haven’t yet seen anyone (other than those who have just arrived) wearing anything more than a hat and sandals. Even the staff are naked – you only know they are staff by the collar they wear with their name and role, and their headgear which is fitting for their role.

This place has an amazing atmosphere. The rules are clear and well enforced, creating a safe environment. Anyone is allowed to watch, but no one is allowed to join in unless invited. No single people are allowed, but parties can include an odd number of people, so we could at some point take Victoria with us. You are expected to fuck publicly here, and if you didn’t, you may be asked to leave (although I would challenge anyone to be surrounded by so much fucking and yet not fuck someone themselves).

But here we are on our second day and we feel totally at home. We’ve already fucked in public six times (and that seems about average from what we’ve seen), and we have done a number of other public sexy things too. We think most of the forty or so people here will have seen us fuck at least once. We’ve seen about twenty other fucks as well as a number of other sexy things. There is a good sprinkle of anal in with the vaginal, and there is a good sprinkle of gay and lesbian sex too, all in a totally relaxed atmosphere. What is really nice is that there is very little alcohol here, as that reduces sexual capability. They have a lovely range of non-alcoholic cocktails, beers, and other drinks, meaning there is something nice for most people.

The hotel is set on a large private site in the middle of nowhere right by the Atlantic coast. It has a lovely private sandy beach with a shallow slope into the sea, allowing opportunities to fuck both in the sea and on the beach. There are some lovely gardens and woodland, for some slightly more secluded outdoor fucking, a big patio complete with outdoor beds, a large pool (again with a shallow end for fucking) and a large Jacuzzi. It isn’t as hot as the south of France (and that’s a good thing for me), and there are plenty of things offering shade for my poor body that is unaccustomed to being naked in the sun.

Indoors, there is a bar, a couple of lounges, a dining room, and an open space in reception, all with the odd bed and other sexual gear for more fucking choice, as well as private rooms where you sleep (with large balconies with glass balustrades and sturdy loungers offering a semi-private outdoor fucking choice).

Our first public fuck was just after we got here. We had been shown to our room, we’d stripped and gone for a walk round the site. We didn’t get far, as there was a couple fucking in the shallow end of the pool. We stopped to join the small crowd watching them – the crowd was lovely and applauded at the end. When they had finished, the woman, an American, curtsied and asked who was next, and a Norwegian couple stepped forward. As she laid in position in the shallow water, I leant into my husband and said we were next, and I watched intently as this muscular blond drove his cock into the cunt of his slim blonde blue-eyed woman. These aren’t long fucks – there is no need to foreplay as most of us are hot and primed all the time.

The Norwegians finished with a curtsy (I thought that wasn’t coincidental, and therefore must be a convention), we stepped forward and I announced this was our first fuck here (to a cheer). I lay in the water and grabbed his cock, which was already hard. I opened my cunt lips for him, and he just drove in. He knew my cunt would be slick from the visual feast that we had seen, and that I was ready to be pounded. It was quick for us, but it felt so good, having water gently lapping round my body and having his hard cock rhythmically drive into my cunt whilst having about 16 people watch us. He quite rightly sensed I was on my way to cumming, so he focussed on that action until I came, before changing to a different action to finish himself off.

We got a lovely round of applause as he helped me up out of the water, and as I too curtsied. No further couple followed us, so we joined three couples at a table to talk over our first of many non-alcoholic cocktails. Our attention was briefly caught by a couple standing at the bar – well he was standing; she was on her knees giving him a long and deep blow job. She’s certainly much more skilled at blow jobs than I am, and his cock was long enough that she needed to deep throat him a little, something she eagerly achieved. We applauded her as she got up and licked her lips (she smiled and did a little curtsy), as we got back to our discussion. That’s how this place is – everyone stops to watch the sexual activity, then carries on afterwards.

After we finished our cocktails, we set off into the woodland and soon heard some moans coming from deep in the woods. We followed the sound and arrived at a couple of people watching a couple fuck. She was bent forwards over a fallen tree with her legs wide apart and he was impaling her cunt from behind with motions that went from almost popping out to right in as hard as possible. She was slightly crying out with each drive, getting louder as she got closer to cumming, and she cried out as she finally came. That was another joy of this place, you could be as noisy as you liked, and she was. He left her bent over the tree, admiring her cummy cunt (as were we all), whilst she recovered enough to be able to curtsy.

I knew that we would return to that place the following day for me to take my place bent over the fallen tree. It is clearly a well-used spot, as there is no bark left on the tree, meaning it is smooth and comfortable to be fucked over. But we were starting to lose the light, so we set off back to the main hotel. It wouldn’t be long before my husband’s cock was ready to fuck again, and I was in the mood for another big audience. I already knew I was in love with this place, and what went on here, and we had only just started.

A Breakfast Fuck Without Me

25 November 2018 / KinkyMira

I felt my husband shaking me, trying to wake me up. I blearily saw my husband and Victoria, clearly more awake than I was. I expect they wanted to fuck. It was so early that it was still dark. I waved them away, mumbling they should fuck with my blessing. Yes, I told them to fuck without me. A few months before, that would have been out of the question, but now, in my bleary state, I told them fuck. My husband asked if I was sure, and I said I was and to fuck off and leave me in peace, then I rolled over. I was perfectly happy for them to have an early morning fuck. I rolled over and drifted back off to dreamland thinking about them fucking.

Some time later, I awoke, to the sound of Victoria crying out. It sounded that fine line between pleasure and pain, and I got curious. I carefully crept out of the bedroom and looked into the lounge from our darkened hall, to see Victoria pinned against the lounge wall, facing the wall, dressed in her suit with the skirt hitched up, with my husband behind her, clearly driving his massive hard cock deep into her asshole. Each time he drove forward, she cried out. Now I was closer, I could hear her saying yes or harder between yelps. I know what that particular fuck feels like. His cock gets enormous when it is inside an asshole, and with his female pinned against the wall, his powerful drives have nowhere to go other than deep into the ass. If his cock drives into your asshole on something soft like a bed, the bed flexes and absorbs some of the motion. The wall is totally unforgiving as it absorbs nothing, meaning that every millimetre of that rock hard cock is pounding into your poor defenceless asshole. It is, quite simply, the most invasive anal fuck there is, and she appeared to love it.

I contemplated joining them, but decided against it, instead choosing to watch a little longer. I was enjoying watching, and as I did, my hands drifted down to my cunt and I started working my clit, making sure as to not make a sound. I hadn’t been spotted and decided to sneak back to my room as he stopped the fucking motion and was clearly cumming with his cock as deep into her asshole as he could. I curled up on the bed, looking away from the closed door, still lightly working my clit, listening intently to what was going on. Looking at the time, they’d both need to be off soon, so, I could hopefully make myself cum and make noise as I did so after they had left.

I started hearing swats that sounded like something connecting with her ass. I counted 20, which I suspect was 10 per cheek. He loves spanking me just before I go out, so that I’m freshly spanked out in public. Now Victoria was the same and would be thinking about the morning long after she arrived at work.

I heard her checking her hemline with him and making sure she looked her usual professional self. I then heard him telling her that I would be against the wall tonight for an anal pounding. Can’t wait, but I have to. I heard the door slam twice as they both left, and I could finally have those noisy orgasms I was craving, thinking about my husband relentlessly fucking Victoria’s poor hungry asshole, and thinking about my greedy asshole getting the same treatment tonight.

Victoria arrived home before my husband, so I asked her to talk about her fuck. Yes, not only did I let them fuck without me, I wanted to know what happened in great detail. (How else could I write it up if I didn’t know?)

Well, firstly Victoria woke up with a full bladder, so there was a repeat of him drinking her piss with her sitting over his mouth, this time with him lying on the bathroom floor. She seems totally addicted to and obsessed with the position and the act of my husband drinking her piss.

After she was empty, he got up and went to collect my fitness step (a versatile tool in the sex equipment arsenal) and placed it in front of the toilet. He got her to stand on it, then he bent her over the toilet (the lid and seat were up), and she gripped onto the top edge of the toilet bowl. In this position, her head was lower than her waist with her 32GG tits swinging freely. He placed his foot between her feet and nudged her feet apart to lower her cunt to the correct height, then he drove his already hard cock into her sopping cunt. He fucked her in a slow, rhythmic yet hard pattern for nearly thirty minutes, all that time either building her towards an orgasm, keeping it near or just making her cum like a train. All the time she was getting a little lightheaded because of her head being lower than her ass, and that intensified the orgasms. He made her cum at least five times (he later told me it was seven) before he exploded and drowned her cunt with nice thick cum.

He caught her as her legs collapsed, and he laid her on the floor and proceeded to use his fingers to scoop his cum out of her cunt and alternately feed it into their mouths. “Breakfast” he called it.

They were still naked, so next they had a shower. As she mentioned it, I guessed the type of shower in question. When we share a shower, I end up with the cleanest tits, cunt, and ass in the world. He is fond of lathering then washing tits, cunts, and asses. He lathers them up a number of times to ensure he does a thorough job. So, there they were in our wet room, washing each other’s bodies, with him focussing on her tits, cunt and ass and her reciprocating with a similar number of latherings and rinsings of his cock, balls, and ass. It is a long winded ritual, but very sensual and somewhat pampering, and was followed by a slow ritual of towel drying.

So, then they had some actual breakfast and got dressed and prepared for the day ahead. She thought she was about to leave when my husband took her hand and lead her to the lounge wall. He lifted up her skirt (no panties as usual) and started applying lube to her ass. She knew how hard that fuck would be, how invasive it would be, how the wall wasn’t forgiving meaning your poor ass was skewered completely with every single stroke. She said she was crying out because she almost couldn’t cope with his size and his power. Almost. She was encouraging him to go harder when I heard her, but all the time, she was a little concerned as to whether her ass could cope with such an onslaught. She didn’t mention any of this to my husband because she knew he would stop, and she didn’t want that. She wanted to test her ass for such a pounding, and it passed with flying colours.

I did hear him spanking her ass. Apparently, she said something about remembering the morning during the working day, and my husband thought a few swats with a paddle might help her to remember it even more. He was right, and Victoria had a big smile on her face all day.

I was impatient now. I wanted my ass fuck, and it was still some time before he got home.

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