When I set out writing a sex blog, I was scratching an itch. I had always wanted to write a sex blog and finally my sex life had something interesting worth reading. What I didn’t realise when I started was how my life would develop during the course of writing it.
I also never expected to get to 50 posts. I thought I’d run out of steam or enthusiasm or things to say. I thought nobody would read and nobody would want more. I am amazed that none of those things has happened, and more to the point, people like what I write and look forward to more. That has really spurred me on. Thank you for all those who read, and who have engaged with me here and elsewhere. The support has been truly amazing, from people I know in person, the many of you I know only online and also from people I don’t know at all.
Around the turn of the year, we took the decision to have a big sex party about now to celebrate the 50th post to give me something lavish, opulent, and fabulous to write about, but this year hasn’t worked out like that.
So, I was wondering what to write about in this my 50th blog post, and Victoria suggested I wrote about an evening she and I had last year. It was in that period where the three of us were all fucking, but before we decided she should move in.
My husband and I were staying with Victoria in her place for a few days. My husband was working nearby and on this particular night, he would be working until gone midnight. Vicki and I (over a glass of wine the night before) decided we should go out as a couple for the first time, and one of her friends had previously told her about a safe gay bar we could go to. This night was a female only night, but not to leave out my husband, as well as being our taxi to collect us at the end of the evening, we told him that he was to use us both as he saw fit when we got home, even if we were drunk. We both gave him explicit consent to fuck us that night, even if we got totally paralytic, and we told him that he needed to treat us like the sluts we are.
Victoria and I walked into the bar hand in hand. We acquired a couple of bar stools, and perched on them, each showing rather a lot of thigh. We were (of course) pantyless, so more than likely flashed rather more. We ordered some cocktails from the cute female barmaid and then had a good tonguy kiss while she mixed them. I was wearing my shortest little black dress (which has a plunge at the front to below my bra) and a very cleavagey bra, which showed off right down between my tits. Vicki was in a little black sequined dress, with a four-inch hole in the front showing between and the underside of her tits. Her dress had some structural support in the tit area, so she didn’t need to wear a bra. We had many admiring looks on the way to the bar, but tonight was for each other.
It was lovely to be out and to be behaving like a couple with Victoria. At that point, we rarely demonstrated affection for each other in public, so we had decided tonight to show everyone that we were lovers. Snogging, a brush of our thighs, a handful of tit. We were all over each other and rather enjoying ourselves.
We began talking to another lesbian couple who invited us to join them. We had a couple of armchairs, with each couple sharing an armchair. I sat on the chair and Vicki draped herself over me across the arms of the chair. We spent a lovely hour or so talking to them (and consuming cocktails), whilst simultaneously probing and groping each other’s bodies. It was slightly surreal and very erotic.
All that touching and groping was making us quite horny, and Vicki decided she needed an orgasm. I haven’t had sex in a pub toilet for ages, and never with a woman, but Vicki was insistent and dragged me off. Amazingly there wasn’t a queue, so we bundled into a vacant cubicle in the ladies.
Vicki leant against the cubicle wall and lifted up the front of her skirt. I dropped to my knees and began licking at her cunt. Being on your knees licking cunt in a public toilet is about as slutty as you can get, and I was loving it. I could tell from the taste that she was already excited. It didn’t take much for her hips to start bucking. I held her on the edge of cumming for as long as I could, but in her aroused state, that wasn’t going to be long, and she gave way to a massive orgasm.
After she came, I carried on licking for a while to taste her cunt juices. After she was cleaned up, I stood up, leant in, and kissed her (sharing with her what is left of her cunt juices), whilst putting my hand down to her cunt, which I started to manipulate. Her clit was already pretty hard, so rolling it between my fingers and working fingers in and out of her cunt soon got her hips moving again. I carried on snogging her as I worked her cunt, and this time I was able to hold her on the edge of an orgasm for a bit longer. When she came, her legs gave way a little, but my hand under her cunt was able to stop her dropping.
I brought my hand to her mouth, and she eagerly licked her cunt juices off her hand. She then pushed me back to the other cubicle wall and dropped to her knees to start working on my cunt. She is very talented with her tongue, and I was already hot and heavy, so my first orgasm was very quick. But it was strong, and I was noisy.
After my first orgasm and as Vicki was still licking me out, we heard a number of women in the communal bit of the ladies. Someone was organising people. I think Vicki realised what was going on, as she got up, opened our cubicle door, and ushered me (with skirt pushed up to my waist) out to lean on a sink. There were three other women also leaning on the sinks, all with their skirts up revealing their asses, either pantyless or with panties round their ankles. In front of me was a big mirror, and there was one on the wall behind, so I could see the line of asses all with their legs slightly apart ready to go. We were instructed to bend over a bit and a woman stepped behind each ass (Vicki behind me), and each woman put her hand between the legs in front of her and started working the cunt.
There is something enchanting about a line of women bent over all cumming at the same time. The visual feast only made me more horny and Vicki was particularly cruel in stopping me cumming when I was right on the edge, before she finally allowed me to cum roughly in time with everyone else. When we had all finished cumming, we adjusted our dresses and left the toilets as if nothing had happened. The evening was still young!