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A Sex Challenge and Celebration (Part Two)

10 February 2019 /

It was clear after our first two months that we needed to plan our sex challenge much better. We already had a heavy bias for vaginal sex at home, so we needed to balance things up to complete the challenge. So, before the March challenge, we planned all the remaining anniversaries (in outline form) to ensure we got the balance right.

There was only one anniversary in March, and that was our first anal sex. I had offered him my ass to fuck a little over six weeks after we got together, and that first time was tentative and gentle. The anniversary anal was far from that. He was huge and confident, so he could vigorously drive into my asshole with his long hard cock. We were staying with a friend, so we had to excuse ourselves for a while so that he could give my asshole a thorough workout in her guest bedroom.

There was also only one anniversary in April, and that was our first outside fuck (which was vaginal and was originally in a field by the layby we were parked in). That layby isn’t there anymore, so we decided on another layby close by. In a mirror of the original event, we laid out a blanket in the field behind a hedge, he lay me down on it, lifted up my skirt to above my waist and fucked me right there. I was already sopping wet at the thought (and he was already hard), so his entry was fairly easy. He managed to make me cum before he exploded, and we got back to the car fairly quickly afterwards. I spent the rest of the car journey oozing (as he likes me to be) and he only cleaned me up when we got home.

There were four anniversaries in May, first was the anniversary of the first time we fucked in a car. It was the early hours of the morning and we were parked in a car park high on a ridge overlooking a city. This was a popular spot with locals during the day but was deserted in the middle of the night. So, in the case of the original act and the anniversary celebration, we flattened the back seat and fucked in the boot, my cunt getting a good pounding from a very excited (and therefore rock hard) husband.

Later that same week, we celebrated the anniversary of our first fuck at his parents’ house (which was anal) by again having anal at his parents’ house. They are used to us fucking now, so it came as no surprise when we slipped off for a bit of us time. This time though, I was feeling able to stand for anal, so he pinned me to the wall and drove his cock into my ass, the unyielding wall meaning my asshole was the recipient of every millimetre of his drive. I’m not often up to this our most invasive anal fuck, but today I was and the fact it was at his parents’ house made it even more naughty.

A couple of weeks later, we celebrated the first time we had anal somewhere other than our house by having anal on a friend’s sofa. She had to pop out for an hour, so we convinced her to be out at the time we needed so we could have anal at the right time. I spent the rest of the evening with a slightly lubey ass crack as a reminder of my ass fuck, and I didn’t wash until I got home.

Finally in May, we celebrated the first time I pegged him with an audience by pegging him in front of our friends Laura, Nikki, and their husbands.

In June, there was my birthday, so we again did anal in a friend’s house. She knew of the challenge, so was happy to oblige. As she lives in a one bedroom flat, we had to use her bed, and we’re fairly certain she sneaked a look while he was impaling my ass.

In July, we celebrated our first fuck in someone else’s home by having anal in that same friend’s flat. This time, she just asked if we minded her watching and masturbating whilst we did. Of course, we didn’t mind, and this time, we put a cushion under my belly to raise myself up and to give her a good view of my cunt and asshole, as it was being impaled. We all seemed to enjoy ourselves.

In August, we had the anniversary of our first outside pegging. We originally did this in our garden, but we’ve since moved and no longer have a garden, so we had to borrow Laura’s garden to achieve this.

In September, we celebrated the anniversary of having sex in my graduation robes (I was a mature student, so this was only three years ago). I originally settled on anal, as I thought my outfit might have been compromised by having vaginal sex at the time. So, the anniversary was again anal in my robes. We originally fucked in a quiet place on campus, so we went back, loaded me into my robes (and only my robes this time, and he anally fucked me in a similar place). I love the juxtaposition between my robes for my first class degree and anal penetration in a very practiced manner.

October was the anniversary of our first watersports. This was our first anniversary at home for some time, and indeed all the remaining challenges were at home (a combination of it being colder outside and people being busy in the run up to Christmas). So, we had an evening of watersports, and he fucked my cunt in the wet room at the appropriate time whilst my ass was in a puddle of my piss.

We concluded October by us again having vaginal sex in front of other friends to celebrate the anniversary of having vaginal sex in front of those same friends (and others).

November was the anniversary of our first pegging, so Victoria and I spent the whole evening pegging his poor ass (at home) and spanking him a bit in between. At the right time, I was pegging him, but Victoria did most of the hard work, as I wasn’t up to pegging him for as long as I wanted to.

In December, the first anniversary to celebrate was the first time he drank my piss, so as well as drinking my piss regularly throughout the day, he fucked my ass at the appropriate time.

The final anniversary was his birthday, so he had the now traditional birthday pegging, only this time because I was feeling quite good, I pegged him a number of times over the course of the day.

We ended the year with a vaginal fuck over Big Ben’s bongs as we always do (although we haven’t counted that, as we counted the one at the start of the year).

So, we successfully completed the challenge. We had sex in our home 8 times, inside but not in our home 8 times and outside 4 times. We also had vaginal sex 8 times, anal sex 8 times and pegged him 4 times. The challenge took quite a bit of organisation, but it was great fun.

2019’s challenges are not so prescriptive. They are to increase the amount of anal and pegging that we do. I want to get to 50% anal 50% vaginal (ideally without reducing the amount of vaginal I have), and I’ve been wanting to train his asshole to take larger toys, and you can only do that by regular and thorough pegging. Yes 2019 is the year of the penetrated asshole, and I’m looking forward to it!

Introducing Victoria

12 April 2018 /

Our good friend Victoria is amazing. She has a lovely personality and a fabulous body. She’s the type of woman that most men feel is out of their reach. But Vicki has taken about ten years to discover her sexuality and to become happy with it.

In her late teens, she was all about men. She loved fucking them but hated the whole “partner” thing, especially as the kind of men who would go out with her were assholes and the decent fellas were scared away by something.

So, whilst she was at university, she progressed onto women. Sadly, the result was the same; she loved fucking them but hated the whole “partner” thing.

By the end of her time at university, she had decided that (despite social pressure to conform) partner relationships weren’t for her, and casual sex was in. Whilst that meant that she had years of frequent fucking (with all genders), she still wasn’t comfortable with herself. She even started to back away from sex completely, as it was easier and allowed her to focus on her career. But she was unfulfilled, and eventually decided to talk to some professionals to work out what was going on.

Obviously, she was pansexual, but it also transpired that she needed an emotional attachment to get the most out of sex (so not demisexual, but similar). That in itself helped her to become at ease with herself, but she was struggling with how to get some sex with an emotional attachment without the risk of a potential partner relationship forming.

I wasn’t struggling. It was obvious to me. What she needed to do was fuck a friend or two. And I knew the two friends I thought she should fuck.

I was on a sexual high anyway, as we’d just had our first sex party, and since my own pan revelation, I had been thinking of how I could explore this in a way my husband would approve. As I said at the top, she is gorgeous and knows how to fuck ladies, so she would be great for me to learn from. She also knows how to fuck men but has frequently been dissatisfied. When we spoke about me and my husband fucking, she always said how jealous she was of me having him, of how he read me and of how he made me feel. Well, he could fuck her too if she wanted; I knew she was one of my friends that he really wanted to fuck. I came to the conclusion that I felt the same. In my mind, it was a perfect plan. I’m sure my husband wouldn’t argue – he’d be happy to fuck her, and he’d be super happy to watch us fuck. She was the one I was unsure of, and I didn’t want to risk our friendship, so decided to wait and pick my moment to make an offer.

That moment came after a wait of three months. She was lamenting how she hadn’t tasted cum in months, and she was looking for an opportunity to get some. I had a split second to decide to go for it, and I did, saying that she should ask my husband, as I’m sure he could spare some.

Initially she laughed, but once she ascertained I was serious and was happy for her to suck him off (whilst watching of course), she started to consider to the idea, even after I told her of my husband’s insistence of exposed tits for any blow job. He was due home within the hour, so she could ask him then if she wanted. We spent the next hour with her getting herself excited at the prospect.

He’d been home about ten minutes when she said that I said he might be able to help her with a problem. He probably thought she meant with her computer when he said he’d do what he could. When she said she wanted to taste cum and hoped he’d have a load for her, I saw his eyes look in my direction. I had a broad grin on my face, so that was all the confirmation he needed. He instructed her onto her knees on the floor and stood with his crotch by her face. She started to lift her hands to his fly, but he stopped her and told her to unbutton her blouse and lift her tits out of her bra cups. Only once she carried this out was she allowed to undo his belt and trousers and let them fall to the ground. Her tits were amazing. She is a 32GG, and I felt breathless at the thought of running my tongue round her fabulously puffy nipples, but that was for another day.

I was snapped back to reality by her starting to work on my husband’s already awakening cock. I was sitting behind him and slightly to the side, so I could see his cock disappearing into her mouth, and some of his ass. I wondered if she’d like to fuck his ass with a strap-on. He loved that, but my energy levels mean that I can’t do that as much as I’d wish. I looked up at his face, to see him smiling divinely, as he stroked her head and played with her hair. I bet his view was great, of her mouth running up and down his shaft and of her bare tits and puffy nipples beyond.

Thinking back, I would have thought I’d be jealous at this point, but I didn’t feel jealous, more proud really. I always assumed I wouldn’t want someone else blowing my man, and yet I was really enjoying the spectacle. It’s clear she was an expert cock sucker, and yet he was really making her work for his cum. I could see from his face that he was fighting his release, so I focussed on her mouth running up and down his cock.

And then I saw the fabulous sight of all the muscles in his ass tensing as he deposited a load of cum in her mouth. It was a great view, and I’ll watch his ass more closely next time.

Once he’d finished squirting, she let his cock slip out of her mouth, and like all “good girls” do, she showed him her open mouth filled with his cum. Then she closed her eyes and swallowed it all in one big gulp and showed him her empty mouth.

She said it tasted wonderful, and went back to try to get some more out of him. She did manage to get a little, but this time, instead of swallowing, she crawled over to where I was and offered me a kiss. I looked at my husband and saw his face telling me to get stuck in. Prior to this, I always felt lips were for lovers, and realised that I may not be about to break that rule. I eagerly moved my head and our lips touched, and she leant forward to give me a good load.

Over her shoulder, I saw my husband drop to the floor and he lifted up the back of her skirt and flipped it over her waist, revealing her ass and cunt beneath. He could have reached out to touch her, but wasn’t sure where we both stood, so he settled for looking (and she obviously knew he was, and did nothing to spoil his view).

When we finished kissing, she thanked us both as she straightened her clothes. I would have loved to continue more that evening, but I wasn’t sure the others felt the same, so I happily accepted the teaser I had and decided to wait for next time.

A Sex Challenge and Celebration (Part One)

3 March 2018 /

At certain times over the last few years, we’ve decided to set ourselves some sex challenges to complete during the course of the year. Sometimes it is those things you want to try and never quite get round to, sometimes it is a way of getting more of something into our sex life, sometimes as a way to challenge our endurance or sometimes just to give ourselves a fun target.

This time, we set a year long challenge that requires specific timing on a lot of occasions throughout the year. My husband thought it would be fun to mark the time and date of our important anniversaries by having penetrative sex at exactly the right moment, regardless of where we are at the time. His rules were quite simple. We had to have penetrative sex (with vaginal or anal for me, or pegging for my husband) wherever we are at the appropriate time. In order to count, at least one of us has to orgasm, and the choice of position must be in keeping with the anniversary where applicable (i.e., vaginal sex for the anniversary of our first vaginal sex). Ideally, we want a balance between the three types of penetration over the course of the year, but given pegging outside the home is fairly difficult (for logistics reasons more than anything), we settled for a 40:40:20 split for vaginal, anal, and pegging. We also wanted a balance between within the home, elsewhere indoors and outside, and again settled for a 40:40:20 split.

The idea was thrilling and yet daunting. I had visions of having to fuck on a bench in town because we were shopping at the wrong moment, but of course, what the challenge calls for is a little planning to be somewhere appropriate at the right time.

During January, we had four anniversaries to mark, three of them in quick succession, as six years ago last January my husband and I got together.

We started with the moment of New Year. We were at home and alone, so my husband flipped me over face down on the sofa, loaded my asshole with lube and then inserted his cock. He started a good few minutes early as he quickly got rather large and rock hard, so he had to give my insides a chance to accommodate his size. He knows my body well, so by the time we got to midnight, he was driving down into my ass at full power, with a large amount of travel on his cock. It was one of his most animal anal sessions we’ve had in ages, and he had the energy to keep the motion going for about 15 minutes before he pumped out a large amount of cum. He then lay on top cuddling me with his softening cock still inside me. What a way to start the year.

Next up was the anniversary of our first kiss. On previous years, we made a point of being snogging at the right time sitting on the sofa (as we were for the actual first kiss). This time, we needed to be fucking as well as snogging. So, given we were at home, we stripped off and my husband laid me on my back on the sofa about half an hour beforehand and we started snogging. As we approached the correct time, I played with his cock to make it hard (whilst still snogging), then he slipped it in and started gently fucking me (whilst still snogging). After the time passed, he could stop snogging and accelerate. He made sure I came before he shot his load, and we ended up lying on the sofa snogging until his cock slipped out of me.

The anniversary of him first sucking my tits was only a couple of days later. For this, we decided on the bed. He spent ages sucking and licking each of my nipples (which is equivalent to turning on my cunt juice tap). Then, once the time was drawing near, he inserted his rock hard cock between my cunt lips and then plunged in. When he got all the way in, he twisted his whole body anti-clockwise about 20 degrees and this angle allowed him to suck on my right nipple whilst he fucked me. Because he was a little shallower in my cunt than he sometimes is, he was rubbing very rhythmically on my clit, meaning that I had a powerful orgasm at about the same time as he came. That two point connection of nipple and cunt always drives me to an orgasm.

A further couple of days after that saw the anniversary of our first fuck. (We first fucked less than a week after becoming a couple). At that time, we fucked in the “Lazy Man” position, and have fucked in the same position every year, and this year is no exception. Think of it like a version of cowgirl with him sitting up rather than laying down. He had pillows behind his back and sat against them with his legs outstretched. Facing him with my arms round his neck, I lowered myself onto his cock, and raised and lowered myself by pressing on my feet and using my arms. It is a very intimate position, and a very special one, as it was the position I first felt him cum inside me. It also happens to be one of the positions that I can feel his hard cock deepest inside my cunt.

So, in January, we had fucked at all the right times and in all the right ways. But January highlights the difficulty of the challenge. The “choice of position must be in keeping with the anniversary where applicable” rule meant that we had three vaginal and one anal fuck in the month, with no pegging. In addition, we were at home for each one, but need to be elsewhere for some of the anniversaries. This means that both 40:40:20 splits will take some organising to achieve.

There was only one anniversary to mark in February, and that was the anniversary of our first period sex. This was a favourite activity of my husband during the early years of our relationship (but sadly no more as my Mirena has stopped my periods completely), and I loved how excited he got about it. Luckily, I was looking after a friend’s pets whilst they were off skiing, so we had the keys to their house. So, at the right time, I just lifted up my dress and lay down on their very thick rug in their lounge. The rug was so soft against my ass that it felt like it was wrapping around me. The contrast between that and my husband driving his rock hard cock into my cunt was very stark, and it was a thoroughly enjoyable fuck. Although they don’t count for the challenge, we fucked another twice on that rug over the next few days, another vaginal session, and a very filling anal session. I really must find where they bought the rug from – I think we need one in our lounge!

So, at the end of February, it’s four vaginal, one anal and no pegging, with four at home and one in someone else’s home. I normally don’t get as excited for a scheduled fuck as for an unscheduled one, but the challenge seems to make me really excited. Any concerns I had are long gone, and I am really enjoying the fucking, and the pressure! Plenty of planning and plenty of fucking still to do before the year is out!

This Is Going To Make Him Blush

23 February 2018 /

I used to look at friends who had really close relationships and think that was all I wanted. I’d been through a succession of men who were all somewhat abusive, who tried to keep me down and under control. My family life wasn’t much better – there was a lot of psychological stuff going on throughout my childhood. I had been depressed and on medication for some years, and was broke, had mobility issues and was hardly a catch.

I had known my now husband for some years when we got together. We didn’t move in the same social circles, only occasionally meeting, but whenever we did, he was engaging to talk to. I knew he liked my tits. His eyes popped out of his head when my 34Hs in a corset were revealed as I arrived at a party. I didn’t know until recently that he had gone home that night and wanked thinking of them. That made me very happy.

I found myself comparing men to him, as he seemed like a decent caring guy. He’d even helped me out a couple of times, yet I was peripheral to his life. We’d done a couple of comedy gigs together, but it is clear he thought of us as mates. I wanted to be so much more, but I knew if I push or rushed, he’d run a mile, and I didn’t want to risk not having him in my life at all – a little of him was better than none of him.

It all changed in one gig, when I nuzzled up against him, and he put his arm round me. It felt wonderful to have him touch me, and I wanted it again. As we parted that night, we agreed to go out for a meal the following week. I made his favourite dessert, to make him come back to my place. I was wearing a top that showed my tits off to their finest. I could see him sneaking lots of looks, and that made him and me happy. He could have played with them if he wanted (but I didn’t say that in case it scared him off). Instead, as we watched a DVD, I snuggled up to him. He put his arm round me again, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He had a good view of my tits, and when I moved to get comfier and slightly covered them up, he said it was a shame. I was only too happy to readjust to give him the best view.

You see, by that point, I had realised. I felt safe. Totally safe. I managed to fight back the tears. I needed this to work. I needed him to touch me. I needed him to caress me. I needed him to fuck me. I needed him.

I was aware the credits were rolling. I turned off the telly without moving and looked up at him. He looked down at me, with love in his eyes, and then gently rolled his head forward and kissed me on the lips. Fireworks were going off in my mind. It was a brief kiss, but he looked down at me again. I later realised he was waiting for me to say no, but I didn’t. I moved my mouth closer to his and we kissed, this time longer, and our tongues touched. That was all the answer I needed, and I clambered up to him and properly snogged him.

As we broke our kiss again, I looked at him and said, “Please don’t mess with me.” With massive love in his eyes, he said that he had no plans to mess with me, how he never does anything by halves, and although it might not work out, he liked the idea of us being a couple. I said I did too, and I snogged his face off. For three hours we snogged. My tongue was exhausted, but we’d managed to snuggle and snog all night, even though he had to go to work the next day.

That first kiss changed my life. It changed everything. That was one amazing kiss.

Now this is going to make him blush. Yes, I realise how weird that sounds. A blog which is going into intimate and intricate detail about our sex and kink life, and an intro post about my husband is the one that is going to make him blush. But it will.

You see, he doesn’t appreciate what he is. He’s just doing what he thinks a partner should do. You know, simple things like supporting his partner, helping her to live a more comfortable and happy life, helping her to do the best she can in qualifications, helping her to build her self-esteem, loving her with all his heart, trying to make her happy, cuddling her, snogging her face off, fucking her well and selflessly whenever she wants, making her cum like a train. I don’t think he quite realises how few men would do what he does, how few men would care enough to improve my life, how few men would be such a great fuck in such a selfless manner. He’s amazing.

I realise all men fuck, but often very selfishly. I’ve had quite a few unsatisfying encounters myself. To be fair, so has he. He described his longest running ex as like fucking a sack of potatoes not a woman. Actually, she did him a lot of damage: she put him off women for years, and it took a visit from an old uni fuck to get him back to his sexual best.

So why was I different? He laughingly says 34Hs, but the truth is he doesn’t know. He said there was something about me, and he can’t lay his finger on it. He knew all the downsides of being with me (and rather a lot of lies from my ex as well), but he decided to risk it anyway.

That kiss. That perfect moment that changed everything. He decided walking to my place that he wanted to kiss me. He wasn’t sure if I wanted it, but when I had adjusted my position to give him the best view of my tits, he took that as a good sign. He paused for me to say no. I didn’t. I just snogged his face off.

It is just over 6 years since that kiss, and we’ve been married about 18 months. During that time, he’s fucked me over 1000 times (We know because he kept count!). That’s a little under once every two days on average. We’ve had some drier spells, and a lot of periods where we fuck every single day. I can honestly say that not one of those fucks was crap. Some were amazing, some were just ordinary (for him), but his ordinary is still fucking good. I think that is because of his selfless attitude. He completely focusses on me when he’s fucking me. He works on my mind and body, in full knowledge that he’ll be cumming anyway. He knows my body and reads signs that I don’t know I’m giving off. He just feels great inside me and I’m addicted to it, I’m addicted to fucking him and he’s not complaining!

Sometimes, I look at him and wonder how the hell we got here. How did we get from that scared wary man and an abuse-weary woman lacking in opportunity, to this – a blissfully happy couple with a raging sex life, loads of kinky stuff, and above all, a feeling of safety and love.

I fucking love him, and I love fucking him too.

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