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What Needed Doing (Part One)

25 June 2023 /

Eloise gently woke the three of us, her naked tits swinging in our faces as she nudged us awake in our bed. I would enjoy sucking on those nipples, but for now, we had to get up and get ready for a day of actual work, and it was the rarest of days here, where we wore some clothes. We were reviewing the plans for the changes and given we would be in the loft and other similar places, it was decided that each person would wear some clothes. Most opted for trousers, but I had a short skirt and thick stockings, and we all had tight tops that hid nothing of our tits or nipples, and shoes obviously. I do find that covered by clearly visible tits look to be very sexy, so was turned on all day.

The architect was another woman, a former guest here who would be returning, so she both understood the place and had a vested interest in getting the changes right. And the list of changes had grown a lot since we first started talking. At the time of our first visit, I thought it was very dated inside, and that there were a number of facilities I was surprised were absent. My biggest complaint was a lack of kink facilities, something we were intent to resolving. Kiara’s main complaint was about arrangements inside the rooms, which made some prime fucking places very difficult to get a decent audience. She also had a list of missing facilities.

But there was much more to do than just sort that. The ground floor was a mish-mash of small rooms, mostly internal and dingy, used as storerooms and the like, but taking up a lot of space. Additionally, when the place was converted, a large kitchen was built, with a dining room to take all the guests at the same time. But over time, the food service changed, and it was a more constant flow of individual meals, which meant that such a large kitchen was not needed, and the dining room even less.

What had been done was to identify what walls were load-bearing, and what were not, thus bring options as to what walls can be removed and what needed to stay. It turns out lots of these walls were 70s additions, and therefore ripe for removal.

This allowed for a complete reconfiguration of the ground floor, with the chef (also a woman, but not here) designing a new smaller kitchen, a few small spaces that remained could be used for the storage, and the rest opened up for social and fucking spaces; much larger guest areas, that we could then fill with more things useful for sex, whilst giving that better viewing potential everywhere.

But for me, the basement was the main prize. It had been virtually unused ever since the place started up, but it is such a large space, with rough, unfinished walls made of stone, perfect for a moody, atmospheric roomy bdsm dungeon. Access is currently via an outside door, but the two turrets (one at each end of the building) are being reconfigured as main staircases with lifts in the centre and dug down to provide lift and stair access to the basement.

The other main change is to the roof space. The whole length of the main roof needs replacing, and they have got agreement from the council to have a slight change in the exterior appearance. This change would allow them to put rooms in the roof space, and we have proposed a staff only space with 16 staff rooms and shared spaces. This frees up rooms on the lower floors for more rooms for paying guests to stay in, and more guests means more cash in and more fucking!

As the morning came to a close, the men (my husband and Kiara’s) went off with Eloise to view some land that had been acquired (to fill in an area where the public got a little too close to the main house and to make the site more private), whilst I sat chatting with Kiara on the patio, and chatting very quickly gave way to kissing, and kissing very quickly gave way to pawing at each other’s bodies and mutual masturbation. I was horny right from Eloise’s swinging tits, so a couple of orgasms and making Kiara cum was very welcome. Two orgasms each were enough, and we just cuddled in the sun waiting for the rest to appear.

When the three of them reappeared, the men had hard cocks, sticking out clearly ready for action. Apparently, Eloise had given them both quick blow jobs a number of times during the walk, walked between them masturbating them and pulled them around by their cocks. She had not let them cum, because she had plans. She carried on gently masturbating each of them with a cock in each hand, waiting for Eva to turn up with Claudette.

Claudette was only young, but even though she was 23 (just before Covid), she was a brilliant housekeeper who had everything running like clockwork. Today was her birthday, turning 26, and Eloise and Eva had decided on a present. One day when she was a little tipsy, she told them she wanted to be DPed with real cocks, and here were two very hard, very accomplished cocks ready to fulfil her dream.

Claudette always wore a maid’s headpiece, so even though she was otherwise naked, she looked like a maid. When her and Eva entered the room, she saw Eloise masturbating the cocks and her eyes went wide and I saw her tongue flick across her lips.

Eloise signalled to Kiara’s husband to lie on the floor, his head on a cushion and his cock straight up. Eloise uttered the words “Climb on, birthday girl” and motioned towards the cock. Claudette needed no encouragement and crouched over the cock. She spat on her fingers and rubbed it into her cunt, before adjusting her position and lowering herself onto the cock. It felt so good to have her cunt impaled by a hard cock, and he put his hands up to her tits and began roughly kneading and pulling at them. Both these things soon made her cunt slick.

He pulled her forwards by her tits, exposing her asshole as her cheeks parted. Eva began applying lube to her asshole, the initial shock of the cold lube was soon replaced by the realisation of what was about to happen. As Eva worked her fingers in and out of Claudette’s asshole, Eloise was lubing up my husband’s rock-hard cock. Eva commented on how Claudette’s ass seemed to be sucking in her fingers, so Eloise declared her ready and Eva’s fingers were replaced with my husband’s glistening glans. Her asshole quickly sucked the glans in, and Claudette was getting really vocal now, some very sexy sounding French in between the gasps as his slow deliberate progress into her asshole took her breath away. As his cock got further into her asshole, Eva started pulling on her ass cheeks to get him as deep as possible. All the way in, he began rocking backwards and forwards, the length of his strokes starting to give her that feeling switch between her asshole being full and empty.

Kiara’s husband took over from Eva holding her cheeks apart and used his new hold to increase his drive into her cunt, as my husband’s hands replaced his on Claudette’s tits and gripping tightly, he used that to increase the drive into her asshole.

As both men were doing full length strokes, all Eloise said was “Happy Birthday slut”, and settled down to enjoy the show.

French Renaissance (Part One)

17 May 2023 /

It had been four years since I last stood here. I remember with joy watching people fuck with pleasure and abandon. It is what this place was all about. The freedom to have sex with an audience, in full knowledge they would do the same shortly.

For the first time in four years, I was back in that garden where so much sex was had. But it is different now. Eerily quiet. Very few people. But I was here to change that. So were we all.

I am of course referring to our French resort I’ve blogged about before. Like everything else, it had to close for Covid (and our planned visit was cancelled over and over). But Covid was only the start of its problems. It was owned by an elderly Dutch man who was rarely seen onsite but was content that it existed. He always wanted it to exist, and so when he got the cash, he made it happen.

But sadly, he died whilst it was closed and everyone thought that was it, that it was over. But it wasn’t. He left instructions in his will for an organisation to be set up to run it, and he bequeathed the building, land and €20 million to make it happen. His family had other ideas and a legal battle ensued, only finishing last November, when it was finally ruled his will was valid and the instructions were to be carried out.

Standing right behind me naked (as I was) with tits pressing into me and her arms round my waist was Eva, the receptionist, the one woman in this place last time that I really wanted to fuck, but the rules of the place meant that guests weren’t allowed to do anything sexual with the staff. Very frustrating at the time, but understandable.

It was because of Eva that I was here now. We were snuggling as the sun started to drop. The hard work started here. The hard fucking was about to start here too.

I had been talking to Eva and Eloise, the manager of the place, all through lockdowns and the court case etc. There was little I could do to help to save the place, other than to give a little moral support and encouragement to them. But it seems Eva and Eloise appreciated what I did, so when it came to suggesting people to be on the board of the organisation, Eva suggested me (and Eloise another former guest Kiara who helped them similarly). We both said yes, only too pleased to help this place fly again.

Eva turned me around and our mouths locked, our tongues jousted, and my horniness ramped up even more. I was so ready to cum. But we just kissed, like those early snogs at a school disco, like we’d never kissed another woman before. Raw. Hot. Gentle.

And then she did it. Her hand dropped to my cunt, her fingers working me. I could have just cum there, but I didn’t want this moment to end, so I fought the feeling, fought the desire. From the look on her face, she was amused. Whilst there was a loving look in her eyes, her fingers got more vicious and her other hand rested in the small of my back, making sure I didn’t escape. I didn’t want to escape.

But what finished me off was what she whispered in my ear. In an oh-so-sexy French accent, she smouldered “Cum for me my sexy little slut. Cum hard for me.” Oh my god, the accent, the words. I was gone. Her hand was just jerking small little motion with short delays, the affect being milking my orgasm for every second. I was totally hers, totally in the control of that hand and that sexy voice. And I did cum hard. My legs gave way, but she held me as she continued to milk me. My poor clit was so hard, and almost painful. She did that. She was good.

When I finally could hold my own weight with my legs again, she let go and, remembering the protocol of this place, I curtsied and thanked her for the orgasm. She smiled, saying first of many as she preened at my hair with her fingers, making me presentable. Her fingers smelt of orgasm. My orgasm, and she did nothing to clean them. She just told me we were needed to start work tonight. Not sure I could really, but it is why we were here. To save this place.

She helped me in (as my legs still weren’t great) and we all sat round a table. Me, Eva, Eloise, Claudette (the housekeeper) and Kiara, an Australian former guest about my age, together with a female solicitor who was not much older, and, to her credit, was naked as well. I spent the whole two hours thinking about Eva making me cum and what I was going to do to her when I could. But all the boring legal stuff needed doing and we did it all that evening.

And then when it was over, Eva made the solicitor cum too. It was like watching me cum earlier from a third person perspective. Eva was very good at milking orgasms, at dragging every last ounce of orgasm out of a woman and the poor solicitor ended up looking more broken that I was. We left her to recover, with Eva looking very pleased with herself.

Eva had missed this place. And it was on its way back.

She walked me back to my room, and as I opened the door, my husband was laying on the bed, his cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. Eva licked her lips, and I told her to hop on. But my husband had other ideas. As she clambered on, he flipped her over onto her front, onto a large pillow under her belly and tossed me the lube before pulling her ass cheeks apart.

As I sprayed lube over her asshole and worked it in, I actually briefly felt a bit sorry for it. He was already so hard and so big that the act of skewering her asshole would no doubt bring a tear to her eyes. Even I’d struggle with that size for a first entry, and I take his cock literally every single day.

I was half expecting her to squirm at my working of her asshole, but she was still and accepting. She remembered him fucking my asshole in that reception area those years ago, she remembered his size, hardness and stamina and she knew a good lubing was her asshole’s best chance of surviving this. If she squirmed or struggled, she knew it would only make her experience worse.

As I lubed her asshole, he presented his cock to her mouth. She swallowed it with zeal, and he put his hands behind her head, face fucking her whilst I was preparing her ass. She felt his cock get even harder and even longer, each in stroke pushing his glans into the top of her throat, making her choak with each instroke. She felt totally and completely used, and she loved it. By the degrading face fuck, my husband now had all that control over her that she had over me.

I nodded to him that her asshole was ready, and he withdrew and knelt over her. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and he nudged his glans against her pucker.  He squirted more lube round his cock and started nudging in. She started squealing, her cries sounding right on the verge between pleasure and pain. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

Centenary Orgy

6 November 2022 /

I was starting to get really excited. I had been planning this for months, especially to celebrate my blogging centenary. I always planned to have a massive sex party to celebrate the half-centenary, but fate intervened and that didn’t happen. So, many months ago, I decided that we had to have a party this time.

But, as we got nearer to the hundredth post, my thoughts began to change a little. I realised that what I really wanted to do was to celebrate the amazing women that have appeared in this blog, women who all love sex, who embrace orgasms, who really go for it sexually (even if they aren’t really sure how things might work out), and who defy the stereotypes or societal norms meant to keep women in their place (sexually or otherwise).

In this blog so far, we’ve named twelve women, some I don’t know, many I do, some from recent times, some longer ago. But all the women mentioned here are amazing, because of their attitudes, because of their love of sex and sexual adventure, and because they are, for the most part, up for giving things a try. This blog is fundamentally about women, and so it does seem fitting that the centenary post is about women too.

For the most-part, the men referred to here are part of the women’s stories, and in making the posts about the women, I somewhat (and a little deliberately) downplay the men. I wanted to maintain this female focus, as so much of what is out there is about and aimed at men; I wanted something to be about us.

That having been said, there is one man whose story is intricately woven into this blog. I never intended to have stories of women my husband fucked, women I’ve never met, but a lot of the stories seemed to fit my female viewpoint of the blog. So, you are reading more of my husband’s story than I ever intended, and therefore, I think it wouldn’t be appropriate to exclude him from the centenary celebration altogether.

Over a few weeks, a plan coalesced into view, a plan centred around and staring the women, but with a small, sustained part for my husband, a part that he would never forget.

This very special party happened a couple of weekends ago. It was an all-girl party (apart from the cameo from my husband), where anything between the women went; masturbation, oral, strap-ons, tits, asses, cunt, whatever. The only request I made of each and every woman was that if they came, they wouldn’t hold back. They’d just take full advantage of the other wonderful women in attendance, all willingly, all in fun, all with love, all for the O. I guess I was thinking orgy, where anyone was game for anything with anyone.

And this is where it was quite an ask, because a number of the women didn’t actually know anyone else there in reality, only from the pages of the blog (although I can tell you now that some people there haven’t even been published in the blog yet).

If I’m honest, I’m amazed some of these wonderful women accepted the invitation, given what was expected of them. They are kinky bitches the lot of them, getting kinkier all the time. All the women were naked below the waist for the entire evening, and then totally naked for the second half. Nakedness in front of women in a social setting was a freedom that some were enjoying for the first time. I loved seeing so many beautiful cunts all on display, totally without shame and not a single attempt to hide anything. It was a beautiful liberating expression of womanhood, and one I will remember for a long time.

And I loved what we got up to, the sheer joy of sharing our sexual voyages with other women, of women (one had never been with another woman) allowing themselves to be taken to sexual crescendo with enthusiasm and without doubt or shame. There was so much bodily contact, including groping and pawing of tits and intimate and intrusive examinations of cunts and assholes. There was an abundance of masturbation, either solo or each other, singly and in groups. There were even a number of strap-ons deployed for use on cunt and asshole, with an astonishing amount of lube consumed in the process. Amazing women doing amazing things in the pursuit of amazing orgasms.

Not one of the women shied away from any of this: every single one joining in with making others cum as well as themselves. It was a delight, a visual feast. We even shared my husband’s cum loads directly from the cunt involved. That was a total joy too.

But of course, this wasn’t all about him. We had a chart to ensure that all the women got a fair share and to sample everyone, but that wasn’t really needed. The action came thick and fast, and the visual feat of all these orgasms from all these cunts kept everyone near the edge all the time. Without needing to resort to the chart, each woman masturbated and masturbated others, their cunts were licked out and they licked out others, their ass cracks were licked down and assholes teased, and returning the favour, and their tits were sucked on, pulled, squeezed and generally worked to maintain arousal.

All in all, it was an amazing night, and one totally suitable to celebrate one hundred posts on this blog. For one of the women there, it was her first lesbian experience, and given the enthusiasm of her tongue, the abandon with which she orgasmed and the eagerness with which she tried things with a woman, it certainly won’t be her last.

For some of the women involved, it was the first such party, and as such, their counts of connecting sexually with other females took a major increase.

What was particularly magnificent was those that had not met anyone else at the party (apart from my husband, but he was hardly in a position to help) came and just got their cunts out and joined in wholeheartedly. I could not have expected more, and yet they delivered. What totally wonderful, determined and up for anything women they are. I suspect it won’t be the last time I get to taste their cunts too; if the party is anything to go by, they seem to have acquired a taste for it. What a dream situation I’m in at the moment. I’m so lucky to have access to the magnificent cunts of so many wonderful women, and I really can’t get enough.

And then, there was my husband’s cameo. A small yet important part in proceedings for the women, and yet a fully immersive experience for him, crossing off one of the few items on his list that he has yet to do. When you read about his cameo in the next blog post, it is important to remember that some of the women in the room had never done anything like this before. Stage fright could have curtailed their involvement, but it didn’t happen, and all the women took a full part with him. And he’ll never forget it. The women probably won’t either, but a centenary party that introduces people to new things, that changes their lives forever and that creates memories that will never fade is a perfect way to celebrate.

Here’s to the next one hundred blog posts (and the next few cunts I get to taste!)

Our First Couple Swap (Part Two)

7 February 2022 /

Sara was a really great kisser, as I had already found out, and my husband was finding out now. They kissed for ages, before they broke off and he slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. I gasped in delight as she was pantyless and still totally devoid of hair. Her ample tits were held in place by a substantial, but somewhat see-through bra. My husband stepped back to have a good view, then stepped forwards again, placing a hand behind her hair to guide her mouth to his, whilst placing his other hand down to her cunt and started working it, running his fingers round her folds and clit, before starting to gently finger fuck her.

I felt her husband’s cock getting hard against my lower back, and I looked up to see her husband mesmerised by the display. I was getting pretty moist at the display too, knowing my turn would come soon enough.

In amongst the kissing, Sara was gently moaning with pleasure. My husband took his hand from behind her head and lowered it to unclasp her bra. She had to squirm a little to get out of the bra, without breaking the kiss or allowing his hand to leave her cunt. But she did it and stood in front of him totally naked. She began unbuttoning his clothes, discarding them one by one, until he was left in only his thong, which was straining to contain his hardening cock.

He held her tight to squash her tits into his chest as they continued to kiss. He loves having tits squashed against his chest, so I knew they would linger like that for a while, but Sara put her hand down to his barely enclosed cock and started rubbing it. It was already pretty hard, but it noticeably grew under her ministering.

She was clearly ready for cock, as she slipped his thong off and guided them round and a couple of steps to a chaise, which she gracefully lay back on, her head slightly raised on a cushion. He knelt down between her legs on the end of the chaise and stroked her cunt a few times with the tip of his cock.

This self-assured, sassy, confident woman was feebly begging for his cock, and she was gasping as he put his glans touching her warm and inviting folds. From his fingers, he knew how wet she was, so he just confidently and smoothly pushed the full length of his cock into her cunt, making her moan with pleasure. He then started full length strokes, making her rear up with each drive in, and making her moan with disappointment at each pull out. His rhythm was constant, but slow, quick enough to keep her excited, but slow enough to stop him exploding immediately. She was putty in his hands, and he had her exactly where he wanted her: surrounding his cock and begging for more.

He sped up ever so slightly, and that got a whole new level of moaning. I heard her husband whisper “She’s near”, reminding me that he really was manipulating my tits and making me realise he was a fair bit rougher with them than when he started. I didn’t care. I just wanted to see her cum.

And cum she did, very soon after my thought. She was loud crying out, and then looked a little surprised when he carried on his rhythm. He hadn’t cum yet, and I knew he thought he’d wring another one out of her.

Her cries were getting louder as he was getting faster, and just as she cried out and shuddered with another massive orgasm, I saw my husband’s ass cheeks clench as he was firing more cum into her.

Whilst his cock was still motionless in her cunt, he leant down to kiss her. Her serious “being fucked” face gave way to a massive smile and twinkle in her eye.

As he climbed off her, her husband stroked my hair and asked me if I wanted to share a creme pie. Did I ever, and, as my husband sat recovering from his exertion, her husband and I knelt between her legs and took turns licking at her cunt. Her natural taste was delightful, then she sat up to help his cum slide down her cunt and into our eager waiting mouths.

With a mouthful of cum, her husband lent over and kissed me, using moving the cum backwards and forwards between our mouths, before he left it in mine, and I swallowed. He swallowed his share next time, and we spent quite a while cleaning his wife’s cunt with our mouths.

After we had finished, she settled down in my husband’s arms, with him finally getting to play with those majestic tits, as they watch her husband and I make a start.

He kissed me deeply, but then stepped back to remove my clothes. He clearly wanted me naked quickly, as he discarded my clothes, then gently pushed me back onto the chaise.

Standing tall over me, he stripped off, his rock-hard cock springing out from his boxers. I licked my lips as I saw it, and he leant down and started to kiss me, his hard cock nudging at my cunt flaps, but not entering even a millimetre. He was such a tease as we kissed deeply for a long time, tongues jousting and his cock nudging. I was so ready for this, especially as I was worked up watching Sara and my husband.

I so enjoyed kissing him. Was a dream come true in itself, but it was his cock I wanted, and I got it sooner than I expected, as he started nudging his way in whilst still kissing me.

And when he got it all the way in, he stopped his motion, kissed me, then pushed up off my chest into a good position from which he could drive. His cock felt enormous, and I realised it wouldn’t be long before he exploded. The visual feast and teasing me was all too much for him, and he was about to spew cum. I’d have to wait for a long slow fuck (but we had a week, so I wasn’t worried), for now, I just had to hold on as he powerfully drove into me, slamming hard in at the end of every drive, inching me up the chaise with every stroke.

The look on his face was determination, to maintain rhythm and to hold on, and I have to admit, I was expecting him to explode quicker than he did. But all too soon, he slammed into me one last time and I felt his cock spew into me. A quick flick of my clit with his finger tipped me over the edge and I orgasmed at the same time. It felt like I was filled up with his cum, and as he climbed off, Sara and my husband took their place between my legs to share the creme pie.

And when they had cleared my cunt, we all relaxed into conversation, still all naked with Sara and me entwined in each other’s arms. What a way to start our stay. But my thoughts as we lay there was all on asses, and the filling they’d take over the next week, and I couldn’t get that thought that my husband might finally feel a real cock in his ass out of my head. I was focussing so much on that that I forgot what two simultaneous cocks can do for a girl. I soon remembered though!

Our First Couple Swap (Part One)

31 January 2022 /

Fucking other people, watching others fuck, and having others watch us fuck are all scenarios that take time and effort to put in place, they take patience and sometimes a little bit of luck. You have to pick up on signs and then drop hints in plausibly deniable ways, most of which are just laughed off or not even spotted.

But occasionally, you drop hints, and they get a positive response, and they get people thinking or even flirting, and something wonderful comes of it. A few months ago, we had an invitation to stay with Sara and her husband, something that might have meant that a potential couple swap I’d been working on for a couple of years might actually happen. Or it might not. We tried to not get too hopeful.

We thought Sara and her husband were out of our league as they are both beautiful people well known in their field. We had never done anything socially with them, so the invitation was out of the blue. It could have been innocent and just that she had heard we were still without a permanent home, but she and I had some flirty sexual discussions a while ago (albeit in a plausibly deniable manner), so there was a teeny chance something would happen. I’ve known Sara’s husband since 2018 and was lucky enough to attend a few masterclasses run by Sara in 2019. In a professional sphere filled by egotistical and arrogant people, these two genuine people have gravitated together and have a wonderful marriage.

Sara is one of the very few people I’ve ever met that is truly drop dead gorgeous. It doesn’t matter what she wears, from a shimmering figure-hugging dress for a performance right through to jeans and a crop top, she looks fabulous. She has long jet-black hair, a really cute almost pixie like face, an ass big enough to fill out a pair of jeans, but small enough to be stunningly shapely under a shimmering dress, and her tits are sizable (although not as large as mine), with a killer cleavage.

Her husband is quite cute too and is mesmerising when he is performing. I joked with my husband how I wanted to fuck Sara’s husband, and my husband said he’d happily fuck Sara if I could sort a swap, and the seed I planted with her was somewhat grabbing an opportunity that presented itself.

Sara, me and one other woman were in a masterclass, and by this point, Sara and I knew we were on the same wavelength and had really clicked. Well, this other woman popped out for a drink, and Sara quickly took advantage of us being alone and started pulling up her dress, moaning how uncomfortable her panties were and how she was going to take them off for the rest of the day. As the dress was fairly tight, she had to pull the dress right up to her waist to get to her panties, and in the process, she gave me a good long flash of her cunt. I felt my cunt go moist as I had a tantalising look at her quivering cunt absolutely devoid of hair. All too soon, her cunt was gone, and she was straightening up her dress so that the other woman wouldn’t know.

Sara asked me why I was licking my lips (which I didn’t realise I was doing), and I just said, “Juicy cunt”, just as the door opened. Nothing else was said during that session, although I did think Sara was looking just a little mischievous and a little smug, and my mind was running wild for the rest of the session. After the session was finished and the other woman had left, I was helping Sara pack up, when she came out in a very blunt way asking me what I’d do with her juicy cunt?

That was one of those moments to roll the dice, so I was honest and told her I really wanted to taste the sweet nectar coming from her juicy cunt, and I knew I could make her cum like a train if she wanted. Her eyes said she did, and I added that my husband would like to fuck her too, and we might even be able to persuade her husband to get involved as well. It didn’t faze her, in fact, she seemed quite excited by the ideas.

But it all went quiet through the lockdowns. I thought the idea had slipped away until we got the message a few months back about staying. We gladly accepted, as even the slightest off chance of doing something sexual with them was worth pursuing.

We were left in limbo for about a week, not knowing if anything sexual was on the cards or not, until I got another message. This message left us in no doubt. It was asking us about contraceptives and STD testing “as we’re not used to doing this sort of thing”. Handily, like me, Sara had a Mirena coil, so that dealt with the contraception and an agreed slew of tests in the few days before we arrived would deal with the rest.

But this, to me, was even greater than another cunt to taste and another cock to ride. Ever since I had started pegging my husband, I have wanted him to feel a real cock cumming in his ass. I just wanted him to know how different it felt. Obviously, I’ve had plenty of both real cock and dildo in my ass, and they are very different, so just the once, I’d like him to know what it felt like. Ages ago when we went through the list of all the men we knew to find out which ones my husband would be happy to be anally fucked by, Sara’s husband was one of the few on the list. I was too scared to seriously bring up the possibility of the two men fucking, but I was desperate for it to happen.

I had to put it out of my mind as we arrived, as I had new cunt and cock to enjoy. It still feels quite strange to arrive at someone’s house knowing you are there to fuck. What was even stranger was that we didn’t know if we would get started that very evening, or whether it would be days away. I was so worked up before I arrived that I was likely to explode if it wasn’t that night.

Sara opened the door in a shimmering red dress, one that screamed sex goddess. I had picked my little black dress with the incredible cleavage. Sara directed her husband outside to help mine bring in our luggage, and as they returned with the first bags, they found us in a tight embrace with a long and tonguy kiss. I remember her husband distantly remarking that that didn’t take long.

When we finally stopped kissing, we went inside to chat in the kitchen whilst the men finished unloading our bags, after which they joined us, and we all settled in. The sexual tension was massive, until eventually Sara’s husband broke and pulled out a coin. He asked my husband to call heads or tails, to decide which one of them was going to fuck first. My husband won, and so, I settled down in Sara’s husband’s arms, with him rubbing and squeezing my clothed tits as my husband stood in front of Sara and started kissing her. All those hints, all that hope, and it was actually coming true, and very soon, Sara was going to be impaled on my husband’s cock.

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