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Pegtember: Taking The Tentacle (Update 2)

12 September 2026 / / 2 Comments

My husband was, so far, taking his daily peggings well, and he was enjoying our gentle foray into feminisation, proper women’s panties, tiny skirts, stocking and suspenders were all adding to the appeal of the peggings for him, and I have to say, us women were loving the feminisation, and the degradation of the spitting and drooling was playing well with him and us too.

Sunday (6th) was no day of rest for my husband’s poor abused asshole. By now, his asshole was complaining, sore, stretched, but we had to be so careful. If we injured his asshole, it would be game over. But it is hard when we are so excited, and his asshole so accepting. At the rate we were going, he would be pegged for well over forty hours by the end of this, and his asshole had to last.

Stacey came back to do the rimming and spitting, and was joined by Ella, as we decided to do two twenty minute rimming sessions to soothe him, and the girls checked in with him to ensure he was happy to carry on. Saturday was intense, and Sunday would be no walkover, as Sara was on a flying visit, and stayed overnight to peg my husband along with me and Ella, and on that day, I gave Sara the honour of the massive dildo at the end, and she fucked his poor asshole hard and mercilessly. On her arrival, she was wearing her own baby blue tie-sided bikini style panties, which it turns out she had worn for three straight days to prepare them for this evening, masturbating into them three times a day, cumming into them three times a day and pulling them over her messy cunt each day after her husband fucked her whilst pulling them aside. She held them to my husband’s nose whilst Ella drooled on his asshole and then started his pegging, and then Sara re-tied them to fit my husband, and put them on him, pulling them aside for us to further peg him, just like her husband pulled them aside to fuck her. All the while she was pegging my husband, she was talking about her panties full of girl cum, and how only sissies would cum hard from wearing her dirty panties and from being ass fucked by a number of wonderful voluptuous women. Her language was vicious, her pegging even more so, and my poor husband came and came. She was particularly nasty with the large dildo, and you should have seen her eyes when she saw the tentacle dildo he had ordered. She had no plans to come to peg him again, but that changed her mind.

Monday (7th) arrived, and Sara did the first twenty minute aftercare soothing sloppy anilingus, before she set off for the rest of her day. I did the other twenty minutes. I was hopeful the tentacle would arrive, but there was no joy, and it fell to Anna and Helen, with a little bit of me, to punish his asshole that evening with what we already had. At one point, Helen told him to stop whimpering, as this wasn’t even a quarter over, and his asshole wasn’t going to survive this. He came. Helen picked out the panties and stockings and suspenders, lacy black bikini panties, that they moved aside to peg him, over matching black stockings and suspenders. He also had the cock cage. Anna wanted that. As his second wife, she could see long term use of that. She particularly enjoyed sliding the steel into his urethra, an act that, on his part, demonstrates the utmost trust. And they both spanked him, in between the peggings, in between playing with his caged cock. As we were all called to be with our second husbands overnight, I left them to it part way through, and Helen and Anna both shared the warm-ups and the brute, before Anna stayed with him overnight, spooning him and loving him, whilst keeping him caged well beyond the pegging, and Helen went off to be ass fucked by Tanya’s husband.

Tuesday (8th) and Rose’s husband gave me my Submissive Sodomy whilst my husband gave Anna hers, and at her request, he still had the panties on. Anna then did the twenty minute analingus session (with the panties pulled aside) before going off to work, and Ella did the other one. I arrived home to find the tentacle dildo, unwrapped and on display. And I’d use it on his asshole that night. I sent a picture of it to Nikki, and she vowed to come up and use it on his asshole. But that night, the pleasure was all mine, with him warmed up by Ella and Laura. I’ve never lubed an asshole so much as I did that night. The tentacle was, quite simple, huge, a highly textured brute. I teased my husband all day about it, and in the moment, he was scared. But he knows I know how to manage his asshole. I’m eight days in. I have twenty two to go, so I’m not going to injure him. Yes, I’m going to push him and I’m absolutely going to train him. And that started at the end of a long and hard warm-up pegging from the girls. Its shape kind of pushed and stretched his asshole naturally as it started to go in. It stretched, it twinged a little, and his eyes moistened as I slowly pushed in. Ella nudged at his face, kissed and snuggled him telling him how well he was doing and repeating the “take it like a girl” line, perfectly mentally stretching him. I got over half way in, more than I was expecting, and then I fucked that little bit pushing it a little extra in each time, before finally admitting his asshole had taken enough for a first try. Ella still kissed him telling him he was a perfect girl, with sexy pink girly panties and a dildo up his ass, not just any dildo, a massive tentacle one.

Wednesday (9th) saw Ella back for sloppy analingus (she was rather enjoying it, especially the demeaning spitting and drooling), and Carla on the second leg, and Carla and Anna for the evening, with each of them doing a bit of tentacle work as well as me. They both got so excited about it and I know they’ll be on for full steam fucks when he can take it. The end of the dildo is huge though, so I didn’t know when he would be able to take it all the way. They put him in the cock cage, his urethra again being invaded by a stick of steel, and whichever one of them wasn’t fucking his asshole was playing with the cage, pinching and squeezing his balls and teasing his metal caged cock. You think his asshole was suffering, but his cock was too, caged, stopped from cumming and tortured by two women with an evil streak. He barely survived the evening, and clearly needed some cock sucking aftercare, Carla doing the honours, as well as the twenty minute sloppy rimmings the following morning. Anna spooned him for a bit immediately after his pegging, as I was required to be bred by the farm hand. Fitting all this pegging in with our free-use commitments takes some work!

Thursday (10th) saw me sucking so much cum out of his poor cock, and Stacey and Anna providing the rimming sessions, and Stacey was back for the evening, with Poppy, another new pegger, but Stacey had picked it up quickly and I was able to help out with teaching Poppy too. That session was long, but was calmer than some in recent days. Don’t get me wrong, he was pegged hard, but there was less frenzy, and that was quite fun. His cock was caged again, with whoever wasn’t pegging him gently playing with it, the teasing was just as bad for him though, the pain of not being able to cum was forefront as the pegging hit hard. But I had the tentacle, and wanted to make progress on getting it further in his ass. I was pressing into his ass hard, smooth, but not slamming, and I think Poppy realised what I was doing and kissed him and played with his balls in her hands, distracting him from the stretching his asshole was feeling.

He moaned a little at the pressure on his asshole, but Stacey dropped to her knees and said calmly in his ear (whilst Poppy was still kissing him) that “he was such a Good Girl, and if he took that tentacle all the way in, she’d piss for him, sexily, confidently, openly, whenever he wanted, however he wanted, she’d let him hold her cunt lips open to view, to taste, to enjoy. She’d become his own little piss slut any time he wanted if he just gets that little old tentacle all the way in.” God, she knows how to give him an incentive. As I pushed further in, she carried on sexily speaking to him, whilst stroking his hair, telling him “to make his asshole a big slut, like her pisshole would be for him. Imagine watching her bright yellow stream streak across the air, imagine drinking her warm sweet yellow piss directly from her pisshole.” I don’t know about him, I was still nearly cumming at what she was saying. She looked at me and saw me push it a little further in. She carried on, telling him he was almost there, calling him a Good Girl once again, a Good Sexy Girl. As I pushed in again, making his body shudder with the stretching, Poppy broke off kissing him and offered to piss for him too. “Not just once”, she said, and looking at Stacey, she added, “neither of us are just once”. She then looked at me, applying constant pressure to his asshole, willing the last bit in, and she added “Just like Mira pisses for you. Think how much you love that. And you’ll have two more.” She guessed I pissed for him. She was right. Mind you, Anna does too, and some of the other women. Still, it was a good incentive.

As I pushed it in, he rasped, amongst hard breathing, “Get it in, piss queens.” Instead of constant pressure, I started slow strokes, him yelping at each one, a yelp I wouldn’t normally ignore, but he’s made his wishes clear. Each stroke crept a millimetre further in, until suddenly it slid all the way in. He cried out, and I held the dildo as deep in him as I could. Stacey stroked his hair, and told him she was proud of his panty clad ass. Poppy told him he was such a good ass slut, and I, well, I was fighting to keep the tentacle buried deep in his asshole.

Once I got my breath back, I told him I was going to do a dozen slow strokes, ending all the way in, before I pulled out for tonight, and handed over to his new piss queens for a dozen each from them, and so I began, slowly, rhythmically, pushing all the way in, then pulling all the way out. As we passed a dozen, the pushing in got easier, and we hit twenty, the slams got harder, and the poor man, cock still caged and plugged, took all 36 deep strokes with the monster tentacle in his stride. Stacey pulled out of him, leaving his asshole quite sore, and Poppy removed the cock cage and gave him a blow job until he came, until he was finally able to unload the contents of his big heavy balls. I spooned him that night as well, big spoon to cuddle him. He deserved it. I think he needed it. And that night wasn’t the night to make these women piss for him either, no matter how much he wanted to.

It is clear that he is needing more aftercare on the night after a pegging, not his asshole directly, but loving, caring, cuddling. He’ll definitely get what he needs. It is also clear the morning after spitting and lickings are absolutely needed, to both soothe and moisten his abused hole. Maybe even three will be needed by the end. This is a marathon, not a sprint.

Free Use 2.0 (Part Two)

19 July 2026 / / 8 Comments

Poppy’s asshole was being thoroughly lubed by my husband, spending longer on the task than he often did. I mean, sometimes for submissive sodomy, he deliberately under-lubes to really emphasise our submission. But not this time, he was deliberate, methodical, precise, thorough, and Rose stepped forward to lube his cock whilst he was paying minute attention to Poppy’s asshole.

And with his cock reasonably hard, he nudged his glans at her asshole, briefly pushing at it, then releasing. Rose stroked her hair and told her to take his cock in her asshole like the slut she really is, and in that moment, his glans popped through Poppy’s pucker. She sucked air in as if in shock, her sucking in as much air as her asshole sucked in his cock, but Rose told her she was a Good Girl and Good Girls get their assholes properly skewered, properly penetrated. Still stroking Poppy’s hair, Rose watched as my husband pushed in little by little, Poppy gasping as he pushed in and gasping as he grew.

And as my husband’s cock grew, Rose reminded Poppy just how many cocks would fuck her asshole over this weekend, just how many growing throbbing cumming cocks would fill and stretch her asshole. Poppy was still gasping, scared at the prospect of all those ass fucks, yet still reassured by her friend’s stroking, her asshole still filled by a rapidly hardening cock, and then she felt his balls on her ass cheeks. He was all the way in, and my god she felt full. Her asshole had never been so full. She was almost sobbing, yet did nothing to stop the ass fuck. She knew if she didn’t take it, this would all be over, her taking Rose’s place over the summer would be all over, and she couldn’t have that.

And then he drew out a little and pushed back in. Still deliberate, still slow, still careful. Poppy had seen Rose and Helen earlier have proper full speed hard slamming ass fucks, and that is why she was a tad scared, why she was almost sobbing. She knew he’d get to that with her asshole. Gentle would only get her so far. But she was that Good Girl they spoke about. She’d take it. Even if she was a crying wreck, even if it hurt, she’d take it.

Of course, she was already past the worst part, the entry, and that only stung just a little. That was fine. He pushed against her body, lifting her body off the work surface to ensure he was all the way in. Her eyes got a little moist, she gritted her teeth and started accepting more regular strokes, firm strokes, even slams as he drove in and then pulled out.

Rose never stopped stroking her hair, never stopped reassuring her, as my husband speeded up strokes and slammed in more and more. Her mascara was starting to run now, but we all knew that meant it was a good ass fuck. Her make-up would be wrecked at the end of this, just like her asshole. At least that’s what we told her, and with moist eyes, she looked over her shoulder at my husband and told him to slam harder, to get bigger, to go faster, to fuck her asshole like it was his last, to give her a chance to prove she was a Good Girl.

Rose stepped away from her hair to re-lube my husband’s cock whilst still fucking, as he grabbed a couple of handfuls of Poppy’s long blonde hair and almost used it to pull her asshole onto his cock. Poppy was a little teary now, but egging him on and he slammed hard, fast, long, deep.

And then, in an instant, all signs of tears disappeared, and her face was one of shock, one of amazement, and we all guessed what it meant, she could feel an orgasm start to build. With nothing touching her cunt, an orgasm was swelling. On reflex, I said she was about to cum, and my husband, with a big grin on his face, kept an impeccable rhythm, rubbing the inside of her asshole with his glans until she came, a hard, long, loud orgasm, which made no difference to him at all.

He didn’t slow pace, didn’t even acknowledge her orgasm at all. For the first time, she felt strangely both irrelevant and the centre of things. She’d get used to that eventually. Once she had finished shuddering with that orgasm, he lifted her body off the work surface by her tits, and twisting them, using them to ensure each plough was as deep as possible. For she knew, like he did, that he was struggling to hold on, and her trash-talking mouth only reduced the time he could fend off the inevitable.

And with her squeezing down on his cock with her asshole, he didn’t last much longer, her suddenly feeling squirt after squirt of liquid deposited in her asshole. She’d done it. She’d taken a long hard ass fuck, and Poppy knew it was the first of many, but she felt she showed she was the girl for the job.

With her asshole emptied of cock, she sat down, not clearing her asshole of the mess it was externally, not tidying her mascara up. I went over to her, and told her how beautiful she looked with streaming mascara and I kissed her hard, with tongues, and she kissed hard back. I groped her tits whilst I kissed her and she masturbated me a bit, three fingers penetrating my cunt with each stroke. She really was a Good Girl, she really was getting into this.

As my husband sat down, dirty cock still partly hard, the women started on round three. Nothing for me for a while, as us old hands weren’t to be fucked that much, and my husband drew first in round four, and that was Ella. He’d fucked her before, both cunt and ass, but was looking forward to it again.

Ella was great, so energetic, and so completely uncaring about minor details like his cock was dirty and had just spent ages up Poppy’s ass. She begged for it, her cunt took it, he rode her hard, and given it was his second fuck, he rode her for a long time. She came once, and after milking every drop of cum out of her, he carried on and forced her to cum again, after a long, long dirty cunt fuck, only this time, her clamping down on his cock finished him off.

Poppy was in awe of all the women, just how hard and how long they fucked for, but she was particularly in awe of Rose, her best friend who has become a fuck toy to a whole gaggle of men, and Ella, who fucked like a possessed demon. But Rose pointed out to her that she’d soon enough be a fuck toy too, soon enough be happy to take a dirty cock like Ella, soon enough be used by every man there, and more than once too.

Ella had experience of their fucking, Poppy had none, and yet she was so quickly learning. Helen sat talking to her about it as Tanya licked Poppy’s cunt out and I licked Helen’s. That was learning for Poppy too.

My husband fed Poppy his cock, still dirty from her own asshole, still sticky from Ella’s cum, and Poppy could taste both. Such a head fuck for her.

And then, for her next fuck, Rose’s husband fucked Poppy’s cunt with his dirty cock, dirty from Helen’s asshole. Poppy felt so dirty, so debased, so demeaned, and yet so alive, so sexy, so thoroughly and deservedly fucked.

And for her next fuck, she drew the farm hand, she had her first breeding, and she had nothing like it before. She was feeling quebased and demeaned before that, but he so added to those feelings with his hard yet matter of fact fuck, his milking of her hanging tits, his ignoring of her orgasms, his commentary about her breeding, and his unfeeling, professional manner. She was addicted to being bred, just like I was, and that was a good job, as there was a lot of breeding in her near future, as there was in mine.

These were the first head fucks of many. These were the first ass fucks of many. These were the first dirty cunt fucks of many. Poppy had arrived, and was loving it. Free-use 2.0 was in full swing, and Rose was heading off in a few weeks, so Poppy would be a full time slut then. She couldn’t wait. Neither could we all.

Free Use 2.0 (Part One)

15 July 2026 / / 3 Comments

I don’t think any of the five women had come down from our weekend of sex, of submission, of our first ownership by our second husbands and of our collective taking of Helen. To be honest, the men hadn’t either. They were rampant all week, they used us way more than usual, and we were all so up for it. And Helen, she’d been fucked so much that week, she’d barely got anything else done. Welcome to the future Helen!

But from this night, the new Free-Use arrangements would be complete. The whole new free-use community were gathered in our lounge. Eight men, seven women. The men were still fully clothed. Ella had her slutty waitress outfit on, in her full tits out, short skirted, pantyless, fishnet stockinged glory, and she was already busy giving drinks out. The rest of the women were in our Roman Togas, our left tits on display, our right covered up. There was no ceremony in removing our coats, revealing our first tit each, although Poppy’s tit was obviously exciting and was the centre of visual attention, but left untouched for the moment. That would change soon enough.

It was the party to celebrate two years of free-use, and now the extension with the new rules. Free-Use 2.0

There wasn’t an unexcited person in the house. The air was full of anticipation, of hype, and of promise. My husband was Master of Ceremonies, and explained that each woman would be strapped into our gyne chair for an intimate examination from the free-use community, male and female. The new women would be examined by every member, male and female, including measurements of their cunts, asses and tits as the four original free-use women had at the beginning of our free-use adventure. The new men would also get to examine the four original free-use women. Each inspection could only be for a few minutes, as there were a lot of inspections to do, but it was the perfect way to start the future, as it was so very revealing and enormously exposing.

We drew lots to work out the order of our examinations, and Ella went first. Probably sensible, as our husbands could set the pace with her examination and the new men could follow at the end.

The rest of the women would have our togas removed by one of the men, Ella (as her tits were both out already) would merely have her tiny skirt flipped up to reveal her cunt. Then all of us would have our tits worked by the same man, our tits would be groped, squeezed, pulled, twisted, stretched and generally manhandled. My husband did a sterling job on Ella’s magnificent tits. The postman did similar with mine. After our tits were sufficiently abused, the examinations would begin.

The examination was invasive, clinical. Inspections, insertions, stretchings, all to prepare us for a measurement. Ruler inserted into the cunt to measure depth, cunt lips measured as they are and then stretched to the point of pain to get further measurements. The diameter of nipples and areolae measured in a natural state, then worked by a monster mains-powered wand to peak arousal for more measuring. Clit diameter and length measured in its natural state, and then the same brutal wand making it as big and hard as possible for more measurements. Inflatable butt plug, inflated until she could take no more, used to measure her asshole. And many more measurements of her tits, cunt and ass.

As part of each measurement, photos are taken and each man will have them on a secret app, an app that syncs all their photos of us to all the men. For pure photo purposes, a speculum with wide outside flaps was used to display her pisshole and a metal sound used to push just inside, and then a different sort of speculum, longer, deeper was used to display her cervix and the same metal sound used to push just inside that too. So invasive, so demeaning.

They have hundreds of pictures of each of us original four, spanked asses, penetrated asses, penetrated cunts, sloppy blow jobs, gagging blow jobs, make-up ruined, you name it. That app holds our shame, those photos are our shame, and these new ones would be added. I’ll be honest, I don’t much like the photos, but the men want them, so they get them.

And when all the measurements were completed, when all the men had inspected her, Ella was masturbated until she came. Clinical. Unfeeling. Unemotional.

Rose and I went next, Helen followed, and then Anna and Tanya. Helen was inspected like Ella, the other four just had the new people inspect and a clinical orgasm.

That left Poppy. In some ways, that was pleasing, and her inspection was also like Ella and Helen, although she was forced to have two clinical orgasms one after the other. I have no idea why.

Despite being such an old friend, Rose had never seen Poppy fuck before, not even seen her cum before. She was probably the one friend Rose had never masturbated with. To be honest, she had little idea about her sex life at all, and yet here she was, offering to fuck Rose’s husband while she was away, and now about to take cock after cock like a fuck weary slut. Sometimes, even old friends surprise each other.

Next, as he had with Helen and her husband, my husband made all the new members verbally consent to free-use now and for the future, a consent given with witnesses. All did so willingly. One could tell from the tenting trousers on the men that they were ready to go.

Men would be chosen at random to fuck, until all eight women had fucked, then they’d start again. The women were already placed in sequence, Ella, Helen, one of the original four, Poppy, and then round again. No man could fuck his wife, or his second wife, so if they were drawn, they’d go back in the pot. I know my husband wanted Poppy, and I know he really wanted her asshole first, as he always does with new women.

I was on the second cycle, and of course, I drew my husband, so he went back and I ended up with the farm hand. I just looked at him and told him to breed me. He had a glint in his eye as he spun me round, bent me over the arm of the settee and masturbated me for a couple of minutes. He was rough, unfeeling, business-like. He then lent in past me, grabbed a hanging tit in each hand and started milking them, squeezing and elongating the nipple whilst squeezing the flesh to get milk out. Of course, there was no milk to get out (much to my sadness), but he milked my flabby hanging tits for all they were worth. Once he felt I’d been milked enough (and by that, I meant he ignored my comments about tender nipples and carried on until he was good and ready), he lined up behind me and just pushed his hard chubby cock in through my cunt lips and then slammed in hard. He was young. He had energy, stamina and power, and he just slammed me like an animal, pulling me into the right position, slapping my ass if I was even a millimetre away from where he wanted me, hauling my body to be in the perfect place for a deep penetration, pounding over and over with hard rhythmic slams. There was no finesse, no love. This was breeding, at its cold, harsh, business-like best. What made it even more electric for me, what made me even more kinky for me was the way he was talking the crowd through the breeding process like I wasn’t capable of understanding, like I was Buttercup a prized cow, the indignity of the discussion, the clinicalness of the breeding and his offhand demeanour just made the breeding so much more intense, so perfectly orgasmic. And of course, I came and he carried on breeding me, explaining how one orgasm was necessary before he planted his seed, before he impregnated me. Oh my god, the language, turning a decent fuck into an amazing fuck. And as soon as he came, he pulled out and explained how the prize cow needs to be left there for his cum to work it’s magic, and so I was left, bent over the sofa arm, legs spread, cunt gaping slightly, my breeding all but complete.

And there I stayed until my husband was drawn again, this time he was drawn last, this time he got Poppy. And as Tanya’s husband had used Poppy’s cunt the first time round, my husband took advantage of that situation to pull out the lube and announce to Poppy that her asshole would be his, would be filled by his hard cock, would be filled by his thick creamy cum. She looked very slightly scared as he bent her over the kitchen work surface and started lubing her asshole, but she knew that if she wanted to replace Rose properly, she’d have to take all their cocks in her asshole, and soon, and she was excited about that overuse prospect, so now was as good a time as ever.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Four)

3 July 2026 / / 7 Comments

Rose and I stopped crying fairly quickly, as the pain in our nipples and clits became a dull throb, a familiar kind of throb from our spankings, a comforting kind of throb. We were both comforted, soothed, loved by our second husbands, but our nipples and clits were not soothed, not touched even, left alone to their pain and throbs.

It was almost time for us to retire, Rose and I knowing our painful nipples and clits would make our final fuckings of the day more of an ordeal.

But even the men, and their amazingly resilient cocks, were running out of steam, so our first bit of second husband ownership of the night was our assholes being fucked by some dildos, my and Rose’s nipples rubbing on the bed with each slam in, reminding us constantly of the punishment.

Then our cunts being pounded by our dildos, swapped around so that we were penetrated by a dildo that had been in someone else’s asshole and cunt earlier, dirty from their assholes and then from our own. That use of dirty dildos really plays into our submission, knowing we shouldn’t do that, and yet submitting to it, a dirty yet free-use act.

And only as their arms tired, did their cocks make it to our mouths for hardening, and then back into our assholes for a late night dose of Submissive Sodomy. None of the women came for the entire time. The men did, one last time, really putting a full stop on our submissive day, only further emphasised by our pre-7am Submissive Sodomy the following morning.

Breakfast went much as the previous day, our tits and cunts displayed for all, and then we found out about the morning’s entertainment. It was Anna’s husband’s birthday, and for the men’s birthdays, we always do something special they want us to do. He had requested that I do a masturbating cake sit and then as I offer my cake covered ass and cunt for him to clear, the other women were to peg him, hard, prolonged. We women thought of it as well deserved payback for all the hard slamming fucks our assholes are regularly forced to take.

I haven’t mentioned a masturbating cake sit before. It was something I read about another woman doing on a cake sit blog, and it is such a fucking obvious thing to do. In this case, I was on all fours, my cunt angled to line up with the middle of the top of the cake, so I would spray cunt juices all over the cake. Anna then finger fucked me whilst Rose held me in place with two fingers deep in my asshole, and they made me cum, they made me squirt all over the top of the cake. With the cake plastered with my cunt juices, I began grinding my ass and cunt into the cake, rocking backwards and forwards, collecting cake in my cunt, between my legs, down my ass crack and plastered all over my ass cheeks. On and off, I was playing with my still-tender clit, adding more cunt juices as I ground the cake in.

All eyes were on my body as it moved, almost danced onto the cake, me almost being oblivious to the audience, as I got mesmerised by how wonderful the cake felt, the oozing into my ass crack and cunt. It is such a special feeling, and I wasn’t expecting a cake sit this weekend, so it was an absolute joy.

And once I was fully seated on the cake platter, a situation that took a couple of minutes to get to, Anna punished my clit further, by using my vicious wand to apply vibrations only to my clit (from above, with a cup shaped attachment that hugged my clit perfectly) and made me cum again, with me grinding the wet remnants of cake into my cunt. Whilst Anna was making me cum with the wand, Rose put her fingers that tasted of my ass into my mouth to taste. That just enhanced my cumming, she knew it would.

So, my ass and cunt were loaded with cake, and one of the men draped a towel over the sofa, and I was manoeuvred to be face down on it, me keeping my legs together to keep the cake attached. Anna’s husband, whose birthday treat this was, was bent over the sofa arm, his ass pointing upwards, and his face was almost touching my cake covered ass. He leant in and started licking and eating as Tanya lubed his asshole and Rose loaded herself into the first strap-on. Helen inserted her fingers into his asshole to loosen it up, before Rose put the tip of the strap-on against his pucker and pushed in. He reared up, lifting his face off my ass, before returning to position and starting to lick the cake off my ass again. He felt two sets of hands hold him down as Rose started firm strokes, stopping his body from rearing up, keeping his tongue close to my cake covered ass.

Rose built up speed, with full length strokes, slamming her silicone balls into his real balls with every stroke. Meanwhile, Anna had poked his cock, which was outside the arm of the chair, into a glass. The women needed his cum. The men who were starting to wank themselves watching this were given glasses too. The women needed their cum as well.

Whilst Rose was pegging him, Tanya was loading herself into another strap-on and was lubed up, and when Rose needed a break, she pulled out and Tanya immediately penetrated him, his asshole not being filled for so little time that it wasn’t fully closed up. Tanya was quickly up to speed, and to her silicone balls slapping best in no time.

My body was moved a little several times to give his tongue more cake to reach, and Tanya was replaced by Anna and then Helen, before starting round again. We women were determined to peg him for as long as we have to take them fucking our assholes on relay.

Once he had mostly cleared my ass of cake, my body was moved again, this time, my belly had a pillow put under it, my legs were spread and his head was right in between my legs, his nose jammed into the lower reaches of my now cleared but still slightly sticky ass crack, his tongue licking cake off my cunt. And still his pegging carried on. The dildos the women were fucking his asshole with were substantial, far girthier than the men’s cocks. Helen’s husband was both in awe of what this man took up his ass, and slightly scared, because he knew his asshole would have to take such a pounding and such a stretching eventually. The women, being used to both taking and giving such dildos in the ass, were rather more in awe of the amount of cake this man had eaten.

The women pegging him were as relentless to him as the men are to them, and he expected nothing less. That they were waiting to collect his cum was slightly humiliating. That they were waiting to collect the cum of the other men who were wanking themselves watching him was rather more humiliating.

When she saw the pegged ass twitching, Tanya reached up and grabbed his cock, which had already cum a little into the glass, and milked his cock with her hand to extract as much cum as she could. And there was a lot. Despite how much he had cum already, pegging him always produced loads of cum.

Tanya then went round and collected all the men’s cum, and mixed it all together. Then, she loaded a lube syringe with cum and, after the dildo was withdrawn from Anna’s husband’s asshole and he was being held in place, she inserted the syringe and emptied the cum into his asshole. And she filled the syringe again and again, and emptied it into his asshole again and again. His asshole was filled with the combined cum of five men, including his own, and then Tanya roughly pushed the largest butt plug they had into his well pegged asshole, to keep the cum in place, not something the men usually allowed the women.

Now, he was like the women usually are, an asshole full of cum, an asshole uncomfortable from the pegging, an asshole that knows what’s been done to it. He lay there, still licking at my cunt for any scrap of cake as the cum trickle down deep inside him. Everyone left us to it as the women packed up for departure, and the men made lunch. Not that Anna’s husband wanted any lunch, he’d eaten far too much cake.

And what was left of my cake covered cunt and ass was dessert for the rest of them, not that there was much left. I slid around the platter, my cunt and ass picking up any scraps of cake left, before I bent over the arm of the sofa for the licking and cleaning to commence. One of the men produced four cup cakes, and two of them were ground into my ass crack and two into my cunt, so there was cake to be eaten.

Eight tongues sequentially licking at my cunt and ass, focussing on my clit and ass pucker, moving my cheeks and my cunt lips apart, lead me to cum, adding flavour to the cake again.

And once I was clear, I wasn’t allowed a shower to remove the sticky cake residue, and I had to take my place in a line of us women, hands clasped behind our heads, forcing our tits out, with our legs slightly apart. The men then started discussing our performances over the weekend, what a great weekend it was, how well we had done, how much we had cum, and then, one by one, they found a reason to spank each one of us, an excuse really to be spanked by our second husbands. And in my case, because they knew how much of a spanking I can take, it was long, it involved his hand, a paddle, a tawse and a belt. My ass was glowing red, very sore. As were the others to some degree, the amount of spanking only varying because of how much of a spanking their asses can take. These spankings were one final bit of the men taking ownership of us.

And then, with raw and sore asses, very demure from our punishments, very submissive once again, there was time for a final quick group fuck before we had to go, one final taking by our second husbands. Anna’s asshole was ruthlessly fucked by my husband, whilst (at the start at least) Anna masturbated me. Rose, after finger fucking Helen, received another non-cumming sodomy session from Helen’s husband. Tanya’s husband fucked and came loads in Helen’s cunt. Rose’s husband did ass-to-mouth on me, whilst Helen’s husband followed suit and did ass-to-mouth on Rose, having been masturbating her for a while before he got his cock involved. And once we had all cum, men and women, us women were given our flimsy short summer dresses and loaded into the car, all cummed out.

On the way home, as a final piece of free-use, Helen spent ten minutes at a time with a man’s cock in her mouth, each having a turn, including my husband in laybys. She wasn’t trying to get them hard or make them cum, just to keep their cocks enrobed by her mouth as an act of subservience, of love and of thanks. She did three lots of ten minutes each, and that just got us home. Her jaw ached, her cunt and asshole were overused, and she had absolutely the best weekend ever.

And as they got out of the car, Helen made herself available for free-use on the chat group. Now her real unplanned free-use began.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Three)

23 June 2026 / / 3 Comments

We each felt very owned. By our second husbands. Even for lunch, we sat on our second husband’s lap, their cocks pushed into our cunts, not fucking, just existing, just being penetrated, just being filled. That’s why Helen and I had their cocks in our mouths whilst the other women were preparing food, to get the cocks hard enough to penetrate our cunts whilst we ate.

For most of lunch, Rose’s husband was firmly gripping one of my tits. I cut up his food to enable him to eat with just a fork in the other hand. The other women did the same. The whole lunch was lovely, a regular sort of chatty lunch you’d have with friends, between couples, only in this case, each man had their cock in another man’s wife’s cunt whilst they did it, each woman had a tit being gripped by a man that was not their husband. But it all felt so natural, so normal, so right.

After lunch, with their cocks still buried in our cunts, the men started talking about the night just gone, talking about our fuckings, our bodies, our orgasms, like we weren’t there. It felt quite demeaning at times, being discussed like we were elsewhere. There was so much intensity, so much sex, so many orgasms, so much connection, so much subservience, so much ownership. And this was only the beginning.

Then, it was the women’s turn, and everyone pretty much felt the same. Connected. Owned. By the intensity and relentlessness. In a community where all the women here were regularly fucked by all the men, it was hard to get that connection and ownership. But they managed it, and it was so overwhelming.

It was clear that the men wanted the second wives thing to be far more intense than the women expected, but now we felt it. We had already each got a far stronger bond with our second husbands than before (even Anna) and we were only half way through the bonding weekend.

At the natural end of the discussion, we were prepared for an afternoon out, firstly each wife licking their husband’s face clean of their second wives’ squirt and girl cum, an example of the wife being subservient to the second wife. The men quickly took a shower to clean up, and each woman was bent over the kitchen sink, her armpits were washed, and her hanging tits were subjected to a long totally unnecessary cycle of soapings and rinsings. Below the waist was messy, sticky, cummy and totally untouched by water. Our armpits and tits were thoroughly dried with towels, and then each of us had to bend over again to have a well-lubed butt plug inserted.

And very quickly, we realised these weren’t just regular butt plugs. Firstly, they were quite large, larger than the comfortable ones we each usually wore out and about, stretching our thoroughly overused assholes, but secondly, and most importantly, there was a weight inside the plug, a heavy ball-bearing that rolled around in the casing of the plug, each one of our movements caused it to slide, twisting and pulling on the plug from the inside.

Every single one of us women was well used to going out and about with a butt plug, but not one that would cause movement, give our assholes a workout from the inside. Our assholes were in for a long afternoon. And we were under instructions. We couldn’t take them out, no matter what. Only the men could do that.

So, with clean tits and armpits, with messy cunts and assholes, and with sizeable butt plugs with ball bearings inserted, we were dressed in only a sundress and shoes, and taken to the van. Then, as we were loaded into the van, our second husbands applied a clit clamp tightly to our poor abused clits. They were really squashing our clits, and with the movements in the butt plug, this afternoon would be a challenge. Far from being a few hours off, we would be very much sexually used throughout our afternoon of shopping in the city, whilst the men did something manly. Not sure what.

We women kissed a lot whilst we were around the city centre and had quick gropes of each other’s tits and asses, following instructions to make sure our nipples were kept hard and enormous, to make sure they were always on display through our dresses. But our cunts were left alone, left to recover for a few hours, messy and dripping a little as we were without the protection panties could have offered. Our clits, being viciously clamped, suffered, but kept us sexually on edge. Our assholes didn’t get a break either, being filled, stretched even for hours, the plug constantly moving as we walked, the ball bearing constantly shifting, a slightly uncomfortable reminder of our submissiveness, of our ownership, of our free-use. Still, it was lovely to have a break from actual fucking, for we all knew we’d be back at it that night.

When we returned to the van, the butt plugs were each removed, re-lubed and inserted into a different woman’s asshole. This was done slightly roughly. Because they could.

So, re-plugged, we were kissed and our tits mauled by our second husbands, our nipples once again worked to keep them hard and visible, and then we went to a different restaurant from the previous night.

Different restaurant, same table arrangement, same kissing, making out and masturbation arrangements, only this time, we were plugged as well and our clits were still clamped.

After the meal and back at the cottage, clits relieved at being freed from the clamps, assholes being released from the trauma of the ball bearing butt plug and whilst the rest of us women sat with our tits proud and our legs wide showing off our totally messy cunts, the men focussed on new girl Helen again.

Helen was laid on the table, ass slightly hanging off the edge of the table. Anna sat on her face (facing down her body) with her messy cunt pressed over Helen’s mouth, and grabbing on to Helen’s tits for support. Helen started licking, whilst her legs were bent back at the waist and being held by her shoulders (but wide of Anna) by Rose and Tanya, and my husband, his cock having been lubed by me, entered Helen’s freshly lubed asshole, and started fucking, slower but speeding up, his cock growing and getting harder, all the while he was kissing his second wife and gripping and pulling on her tits.

But before any of them came, they swapped people, another second couple taking over, a different cock this time in Helen’s cunt, a different cunt for Helen to lick, different women holding her feet and lubing the cock and asshole where needed. Again and again this happened, again and again they stopped before someone came. Then, at times, the dirty cock was inserted in her cunt, whilst everything else remained the same. Sometimes even, the cock started in her asshole, then switched to her cunt immediately. Helen didn’t care. She was overwhelmed, she was so not in control, and she was loving it.

This went on for hours. As the clocks started approaching eleven, the men decided to start cumming, two in her asshole (my husband and Anna’s), one with a dirty cock in her cunt (Rose’s) and then, for the pièce de résistance, where Helen was allowed to cum, her second husband (Tanya’s) was ploughing into her asshole, her husband then climbed onto her body, pushed his ass back into Tanya’s husband’s body, and then inserted his cock into her cunt. Helen’s first DP, completed with Rose, Helen’s husband’s second wife, having her cunt pushed over Helen’s mouth, Rose kissing her second husband and occasionally Helen’s. And they fucked until they came, all of them, even Rose. It was wonderful to watch, us women sitting in the arms of our second husbands, being gently masturbated as we watched.

All us women were so tired, and so it was time to head off with our second husbands in the bed arrangement from the previous day, but our second husbands still wanted to fuck, so fuck some more we did. Such is the life of a submissive.

But before we did, there was a small matter to clear up from the previous day. Rose and I both came without permission during our overnight ownership, and our second husbands both decided we needed a small, symbolic, proper punishment, to enforce our second husband’s ownership. I’ll be honest, it’s hard to punish subs like me and Rose, women who love being spanked, women who love having things like tawses and belts used on our asses. But they found something that really felt like a punishment. A riding crop (a real horse one) applied eight times in quick succession to each nipple and eight in quick succession to the clit, square on, fast, painful. Not enough to bruise, but enough for us to take heed, enough as a warning to the others, who were seated on their second husband’s lap as the audience, the second husband’s arms round their waist and semi-hard cocks in their cunts.

Rose and I drew lots. Rose went first. She stood, hands behind her head, and one at a time, her second husband picked up a tit (with a hand underneath it) and crisply, quickly, smacked the nipple with the head of the crop, eight times. By the time her second nipple received its eight, she was crying.

She was then arranged on the edge of the table, leant back with feet spread wide and placed up on chairs, giving him the perfect angle, giving him a lovely spread view. He made her use his fingers to clear her clit’s only protection, to reveal it by spreading her lips, and then, quickly and crisply in the same manner, he smacked her clit its eight times. Still crying, her face red, he sat down with her on his lap, arms round her waist, semi-hard cock in her cunt, snuggling and nuzzling her, comforting her whilst not touching her throbbing nipples or clit.

And then it was my turn. Hands behind my head, my second husband picked up my poor left tit. The eight strikes were applied quickly, but oh my god, the pain. I’m used to pain from my ass, I thrive on that spanking pain, but this was something else. It felt like a genuine punishment. That’s why we cried. And still crying after my right nipple received its eight, the pain in my nipples slowly turning into a dull throb, I was rearranged to make my clit into the target, my fingers removing its cover, its hardness betraying my arousal. The first crop strike on my clit was painful, the eight quickly and precisely delivered, and still crying, I too was held on his lap, comforted, snuggled and nuzzled with semi-hard cock in my cunt whilst my nipples and clit were left alone to their pain.

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