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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!

OMG! He Made Me Squirt

1 January 2019 /

OMG! He made me squirt. First time ever. His face was soaked, as was the sofa. I was totally shocked at what he had done – he definitely made me squirt.

We’ve been trying to make me squirt on and off for most of the year, and I’ve been getting tense about it. I made the mistake of declaring making me squirt as a challenge for 2018. Despite some of the challenges being really hard, we’ve never failed in a challenge, yet despite a large number of attempts at squirting, we hadn’t managed it, and as we drifted through November, it was clear I was getting more and more stressed (which made me squirting less and less likely).

About 3 weeks ago, after another failed try, my husband told me that he thought I was stressing myself out, and therefore I was less likely to succeed, so he thought we should stop trying for a bit and maybe try again in January. I was disappointed, but he was probably right. We were bound to fail a challenge at some point, but the problem was that I really wanted to squirt. I was quite desperate to squirt. I had wanted to squirt since I first saw this beautiful girl at university squirt and soak those in front of her (it was a drunken party, and we women were discussing squirting and most women didn’t believe she could, so she called her boyfriend and proved it to us).

I’ve tried on a number of occasions over the years, but never had any success, but I didn’t give up. I thought that if anyone could make me squirt, it would be my wonderful, amazing husband, who reads my body like a book, and who knows every inch of me.

But my husband had a plan. He hadn’t given up on the challenge, but he knew that I needed to relax into it, and so he had to take the pressure off. He figured if he could take squirting completely off the table, then I wouldn’t really think about it and would relax into the session.

For part of his birthday, I’m always his sex slave, so he can do whatever he wants with me during that time. He realised he could play with my cunt quite a bit and he thought he would see if he could get me to squirt without me realising what was happening.

So, for the best part of an hour, he worked on my cunt and on my mind. It was quite a steamy foreplay session, with one of his hands nearly always in contact with my cunt (all the time he was kissing me or squeezing my tits or sucking on my nipples, he was also working my cunt). He was whispering gentle and loving filth about what he was going to do to me, but he didn’t once mention squirting – he was in full-on distraction mode. He then moved down my body and started licking my clit, as well as using his fingers. He rolled my clit in his fingers and occasionally flicked at it with a fingernail. My poor clit was feeling very tender and swollen, and yet I was begging him to carry on.

He started working some fingers in and out of my cunt. I now realise that he was deliberately not going near my G-spot, instead he was stimulating the length of my cunt with his fingers and it was all adding to how hot I was.

I was about to beg for his cock when he rolled his hand over whilst his fingers were in my cunt (so his palm was face up) and he started using his fingertips on my G-spot, delicately and rhythmically stroking at it. I still didn’t work out what he was up to – I was so in the moment and so focussed on my cunt and what he was doing to me that I didn’t realise. I didn’t want cock, I wanted him to carry on making my cunt feel amazing. Even when I got to the “need to piss” phase, I didn’t twig. Since we piss in sex quite a bit, I have learned to embrace such feelings, so I just let it pass over. He had put protective towels on the settee where I was, so I wasn’t concerned. He was using his tongue to flick over my clit, whilst at the same time firmly stimulating my G-spot with his fingertips. I was almost delirious at the effect he was having on my cunt, and the effect my cunt was having on me.

And then, wham, I squirted. I was totally and completely shocked. I opened my eyes to see his face soaked in my juices. There was also a big wet patch between my legs and my inner thighs were covered.

All I could say was “You made me squirt. I can’t believe it. You made me squirt.” He had a smug expression on his face. My husband’s devious little scheme worked superbly. I love him so much for even trying. He knew how much I wanted it, so he concocted this whole plan to make me squirt without realising what was happening.

He licked some off his face and I leant in to lick his face too. It was quite sweet, not really what I was expecting. I also wasn’t expecting to need his cock so quickly. It was clear I needed to cum, and his cock was hard, so he slid me down the sofa, so my ass was in the middle of the wet patch (such a turn on) and he buried his rock hard cock into my cunt and started pounding away. He made me cum twice before he spurted, and he left his cock to shrink out of my cunt, whilst kissing me very deeply and ensuring my ass didn’t leave the wet patch.

Analysing how he made me squirt, obviously, taking the pressure off was a big help. I was totally relaxed and in the moment. People have mentioned that “need to piss” moment, but I was easily able to pass that off, as I’m often pissing with him. It was the combination of clit and g-spot stimulation that did it for me. In all the penetrative sex I’ve had, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like it, so I suspect I’m a g-spot only squirter, but I’m happy with to be able to squirt at all! There is one thing for certain, the same distraction technique wouldn’t work again. He knew it was a one-off, but it proved to me that I could squirt, and it showed him how to get me there. He was fairly certain that he has the technique sorted, so provided I can remove the stress and let him take care of my entire body, he should be able to reproduce it. I need to be able to squirt on demand. I can’t let the stress of trying to squirt stop me from doing it again. I am eager to it try again. I love it, but I want to enjoy squirting rather than being shocked by it! I’ve wanted to squirt for years and thought I never would, but now I have. We don’t do Christmas presents, but he certainly gave me the most amazing one this year!

Fucking Our Friend Victoria (Part Two)

7 November 2018 /

A rather tousled looking Victoria stood in the doorway to the kitchen. She was quite a sight. Gone was the perfectly presented executive and instead was a recently fucked slut. She was naked from the waist down, with cum evident round her cunt. Her hair was all over the place, and she had a glow about her and a mildly smirky grin; she clearly enjoyed that fuck against the wall from my husband about twenty minutes ago.

I was standing in the kitchen preparing food. She came up behind me and said that my cunt hadn’t had enough action yet, and that she was about to sort that. She unbuttoned and removed my blouse and bra, to reveal my 34Hs to anyone looking in through the window. Then, she pressed a little at my shoulders to bend me over and she slid my skirt up over my ass, gently nudging my feet further apart with her feet. The anticipation was delicious!

She set about working two and three fingers into and out of my cunt, her thumb contacting with my asshole as she worked. She sped up and got more vigorous (and my husband reported she was biting her lip in concentration and determination). It didn’t take me long to get near, and as I felt my cunt start to orgasm, she removed her fingers (with a flourish apparently) and my cunt went from feeling very full to very empty. After a good few seconds of unfilled cumming, she returned her hand and built me up again, repeating the withdrawal flourish. She made me cum like this a total of five times, each time starting my cunt off full and leaving it empty as I came. I did orgasm hard each time, and yet it felt somewhat cruel to not allow me to cum against her fingers.

I looked round to see my husband and Vicki both looking very happy with her efforts, as she slowly rubbed at my clit and asshole after my five orgasms. I told her that she was mean to not let me orgasm full, and she said she’d see to plenty of filled orgasms later, but she didn’t want to totally satisfy me now. Bitch. Absolutely right of course, but still a bitch!

We spent the next couple of hours snacking and chatting about sex and sexuality, learning lots about each other, and looking at and touching each other’s bodies. We didn’t want to overdose on food, as this might impede the sex. We also stopped my husband from having anything to drink, and he knows exactly what that means.

I knew Victoria had been looking forward to one particular kinky activity ever since I spoke to her about it. She seemed to be obsessed with it. Ever since I told her that my husband had become my favourite toilet, and that he would drink my piss directly from my pisshole, she had wanted to try it. Well before she arrived, she had already asked whether I minded her trying it, and I had decided that I would like her to. I love my favourite toilet, and I wanted to see if she did too. This would be the first time anyone else had used my favourite toilet, and both my husband and I knew she wouldn’t be able to go a whole night without trying it out: she would need a piss, and she would want my husband to lie on the floor and drink it.

During those two hours, she took on quite a volume of liquid, and you could see from how she was fidgeting in her seat that she was becoming quite desperate. Eventually I took pity on her and asked her if she wanted to use the toilet, and I offered to demonstrate how it worked. I had enough piss in my bladder for the demo: my husband laid on the floor with a pillow under his head, I knelt with my legs either side of his head and lined up my cunt over his mouth. I talked her through how to line up and how to regulate her flow to enable him to swallow it all – he hates to waste a drop. He attached his mouth over my pisshole, and I began to release my stream of piss. He eagerly sucked at my piss and once I’d finished, he licked me dry, but I got up before he licked me to orgasm. I thought I’d leave his tongue for Vicki. I also talked her through the code for his commands – simple taps on her ass which tells her whether to slow down, speed up or stop.

Victoria then assumed the position, with her cunt lined up over his face. His tongue licked across her cunt and he cleaned his cum off it. She looked down past her 32GG tits into his eyes as he looked back. She said she hoped he was thirsty and before he could answer, she lowered her cunt down until he locked round her pisshole. She was intently looking at his face as she released her stream. Her face was covered in joy and contentment as she emptied her bladder. He was directing with the ass taps, but he seemed to be keeping up with her stream. She pissed for a long time, demonstrating a large capacity bladder. When her bladder was totally empty, my husband started flicking his tongue across her cunt, tasting her juices and bringing her close to orgasm.

As she did so, I noticed his cock, pointing slightly towards Vicki, but mostly vertically and very hard. Breathlessly, and close to orgasm, Vicki suggests I ride it anally. What an exquisite idea. I grabbed the bottle of lube we always keep in the lounge and lubed myself up as best as I could. Then I crouched over his cock and lowered myself onto it. Impaling yourself anally on a cock is never easy to achieve, and it took a couple of goes and lots more lube, but eventually, his rock hard cock slipped into my ass, and expanded a little further, as his cock realised it was in his favourite place.

Just as I achieved the ass impaling, my husband brought Vicki to orgasm. Her cries were quite loud and her orgasm was strong. She climbed off to rotate, and I saw a brief flash of his cum covered face. Her cunt was now lowered onto his mouth the other way round with his nose in her ass crack. She leant forward and met with me doing the same. We kissed very passionately, and Victoria then slipped her three fingers into my cunt again, and vigorously worked on my clit, filling my cunt as she went.

That was the first time in a long time that I had been filled in cunt and ass with flesh. (I’ve done it loads with toys and love it). What with her working my clit and cunt, and my husband’s hard cock in my ass, I was very quick to cum, and this time, she left my cunt stuffed with her fingers for me to orgasm against. She warned me that I had five filled orgasms to have, and she delivered, whilst all the time, having her cunt licked by my husband (and me having his cock in my ass). His tongue finally gave out at about the same time as I had my last orgasm.

It was getting late, so we retired to bed to get some sleep; my husband in the middle of our Super King-sized bed, me on his left as always and Vicki on his right. Vicki and I were both orgasmed out, and were totally exhausted, so we both got to sleep quickly, snuggled up in my husband’s arms.

The Power of Intimate Scent

29 October 2018 /

My husband loves it when I smell of sex. You know the smell – it is unmistakable, and my husband is always very happy when I smell like that. He likes me to go out and about doing normal tasks like shopping or having a meal, whilst still smelling of sex.

I’m certain everyone can smell it. Of course, even if they do, nobody ever says anything. It is however quite a turn on going round, wondering who can smell sex in the air and who can work out it is emanating from me; I really don’t mind the world knowing I’ve recently been fucked. Yes, I love it when I smell of sex too.

Smell is a very powerful sense and for us, smell has a very close link with sex, arousal, and attraction. In today’s modern world, our sense of smell is bombarded by air fresheners, washing and cleaning products and all manner of other chemical fragrances. For health reasons, I’ve had to leave all that behind, meaning that neither my husband nor I use any sort of fragrance in any product ever. What doing that has unmasked are natural and arousing smells, smells that are a turn on, smells that are comforting, smells that added to our attraction to each other.

I started liking and being turned on by the smell of sex and the smell of my cunt and juices when I first started masturbating, although the joy was tempered somewhat my being wary of my mother smelling and having a go at me (because sex is a bad thing, don’t you know?). I always wanked into a pair of my panties, and I kept them in a resealable plastic bag, so that I could smell them whenever I wanted and to ensure that my mother didn’t have a chance to smell them. I would find places to masturbate that wasn’t at home: friends’ houses, shopping centre toilets, pub toilets, the local park, anywhere she wasn’t and would not be able to smell it on me. This early panty sniffing and cunt stuffing was well before I knew these terms existed.

Once I escaped from the clutches of my mother, I was able to masturbate more freely. When I was at university, I was masturbating numerous times every day, and I was inhaling from my damp panties regularly. I still used to wank in random places, as I enjoyed it, so I spent a lot of time smelling of sex. I even had a chance to smell other women’s panties, as during our experimental phase, we were masturbating in groups at parties or study sessions in our bedrooms. They were happy times, and my love of cunt smell and the smell of sex was firmly established.

Coming forward to my then new boyfriend (later my husband), and within weeks of us starting to fuck, he was sniffing my panties; he would sometimes take my panties off me and inhale deeply from my gusset, a simple act that always made his cock rock hard, and an act that made me very happy. It was obvious he liked the smell of my cunt too, and indeed, so it turned out, the smell of my ass. I always wore a thong, so the gusset was always tight against my cunt and the rear strip of fabric buried deep between my ass cheeks, gently nudging my asshole, meaning it would be absorbing my intimate smells all day.

He likes it best when I have a strong smell, so after I have been exercising is popular. When I wore panties, the rear strip of fabric and the gusset were both soaked in my sweat, and instead of getting changed as soon as I got home, I took to keeping them on until he was able to take them off me. My panties often ended up sealed in a bag for later use, and he proceeded to bury his face between my legs and inhale my aroma; it was as if he found my smell intoxicating – it was like he was drinking in my smell. It was a simple thing I could do to turn him on, and I have to admit I don’t understand why some women have a problem with it. Why would anyone not love their partner craving and taking in their intimate smell?

Similarly, he likes smelling my cunt before I have a shower – he always has preferred me to be a little manky down there rather than sparklingly clean. It is a fine balance between kink and hygiene, but I like to indulge him when I can. My favourite position for doing this is to sit astride his face with his nose buried between my cunt lips. The smell of my cunt completely overwhelms his sense of smell and I’ll often apply my mains-powered wand to my clit to make myself cum on his nose. I have a hard time cumming without moving, so this is a real challenge for me, but to overwhelm his sense of smell, I have to keep his nose fully buried in my lips. To help me to not move, he firmly holds around my waist, whilst I focus on the sensations coursing from my clit through my cunt. It is very special and very intimate. Often such arousal by intimate smell is closely followed by him licking my cunt and ass crack, so he can enjoy my flavour as well as my smell.

I am incredibly lucky to have experienced the overwhelming of my sense of smell with our friend Victoria’s cunt. She fully buries my nose between her cunt lips and cums over and over again with a wand. It is totally overpowering, and she loves seeing me almost delirious with her cunt smells and juices. I can now totally understand why my husband loves it so much.

He too has had the joy of having his nose buried in Victoria’s fragrant and juicy cunt and has enjoyed her slick of juices deposited all over his face. He is right in how he describes our cunts as being very different to have your nose buried in, but he is addicted to both. Victoria also has had her nose buried in my cunt and loved the fact that my cunt smell was quite strong, and I am nowhere near as wet as she gets. Victoria also leaves us each some panties soaked in her cunt juices, so we can inhale her smell between visits, something we both love to do.

My relationship with my husband’s smell is slightly different. I get a lot of comfort from his smell, in particular, the smell of his cock and balls. I have found that this smell calms me down if I am anxious, comforts me if I am upset and reminds me that I am loved. I know many women get such comfort from the smell of a t-shirt, but that does nothing for me. It has to be the smell of his cock and balls, either in person or from an as-yet unwashed pair of his thongs and that is so comforting and calming.

My favourite position for smelling his balls is a position I used to feel was somewhat degrading. With me lying on my back on the floor, he lies face down with his face around my cunt and his balls wedged up against my nostrils (and his cock down my face). In this position, his smell is strongest and the most enjoyable and calming.

When I was going through a tough time over the summer, I asked him to leave a thong with a really strong smell, so he wore one all weekend for me, starting clean on Friday and wearing it until his shower on Monday morning. That really strong smell that got me through the rest of the week (bagged between usage to preserve the smell). It really was amazingly calming, and in the past, where I may have had to resort to the occasional diazepam, inhaling deeply from his thong was enough.

Similarly, when he went away for work, I always used to pack him one of my used thongs sealed in a bag, so that he could smell my cunt and ass whilst he was away. I always wore mine for three days too to make sure it was strongly scented, and he loved that, even though he was many miles away, he could still regularly inhale deeply from my bagged fragrant panties and smell my cunt and ass: it was similarly comforting to him.

When I stopped wearing panties ten months ago, we needed to find an alternative solution to allow him to take my smell with him. So, I revealed my penchant for cunt stuffing instead; in this context, we stuffed my cunt with a piece of fabric, an unbleached cotton square. We found these absorbed my cunt smell much quicker being cotton and being internal and these were often damper too, which he loved, especially if I masturbated with it up there. I sometimes put a cotton strip down between my ass cheeks as well, so he can still take my ass smell with him too.

Smell is an incredibly potent sense, and our smells are a source of comfort, arousal, and calm for each other. It is something so simple and yet so powerful.

Sleepy Anal and How It Helped To Improve My Mood

18 September 2018 /

It has been a busy few months, what with new opportunities, and life in general. There hasn’t been much time for sex and given a choice between writing about fucking and actual fucking, I am afraid that actual fucking wins every time. I’ve got a cunt and an asshole to fill and a husband with a girthy cock to fill them, so I’m making the most of it. After all, we’ve got records to uphold.

I still haven’t worn any panties in nine months, and we’ve still fucked at least once every day since mid-December. I’m particularly proud of those, especially the last one, which has been really difficult to maintain at times, given how busy we have been. We probably owe our continuing record to something my husband has perfected, the sleepy anal fuck.

It started one morning when he woke up with a rock hard cock. I was face down with my ass uncovered, and he really wanted to lube up my asshole and slip his cock in. He didn’t though, as it seemed a little rapey given we’d never spoken about it, and without waking me, he wouldn’t have my consent. I love him so much for that – a lot of men would have ploughed on regardless.

Anyway, whilst he was cunt fucking me later in the day, he was talking about what he saw and what he wanted to do to my poor asshole. We’d never done anything sleepy sex wise, but I knew someone who loved it, because of its dreaminess and unreal feeling. So, I told him next time he was in that situation, he was to give it a go (unless I pushed him off or showed signs of distress).

A few mornings later, I awoke and was aware of a fabulous dream where I’d been ass fucked for quite a long time. I felt so relaxed and that sort of happy you only get from a dream, and I felt tremendously loved. I put my hand round to my asshole, and sure enough, there was the sticky evidence of lube round my asshole. It wasn’t a dream. He really had fucked my asshole, and he managed to do so without waking me from my dreamy state (which is quite an achievement in itself).

That dreamy ecstatic feeling didn’t leave me all day. I only had fuzzy memories of the fuck, so I was keen to hear from him (when he got in from work) what had actually happened. He said rather than tell me, he’d demonstrate on me, if I would pretend to be asleep. Any excuse for an ass fuck!

Anyway, he stripped me off and loaded me onto the bed in roughly the right position, and I closed my eyes and let him start. It was slightly weird, as we’re pretty chatty during sex, but this was quiet. He slightly moved my position and began lubing up my asshole. I then felt the tip of his cock nudging against my hole, as he started to push in. I couldn’t help but smile as he began a very slow and deliberate fuck. He was on top of me and was trying to hold his weight off me (more than he would if I was awake). As he put his mouth towards my ear, he started whispering things, like how much he loved me, how greedy my asshole was and how much cum he was going to deposit. He was so gentle, careful, and yet firm and deliberate. He’d clearly been planning how best to fuck me and not wake me, and it worked well.

It lasted about forty minutes before my husband exploded and dumped a massive load of cum inside my ass. I actually wondered if I was starting to drift off then, as I had a dreamy sort of happiness. He withdrew and just left my ass is a mess – my way of knowing what he had done whilst I was in my dreamy state.

Sleepy anal is unlike anything else we’ve tried in how it makes me feel. I love the feeling of sleepy anal, the fuzziness of the memories, the trying to work out if it was real or not. I love that he deliberately doesn’t clean up my asshole, so that I had something to feel when I put my hand round – he thought it was important that I knew that I had been ass-fucked.

On several occasions and because of the heat, the early morning sleepy anal fuck was the only sex we had on that day. That kept up the record, as well as exercising my asshole and my imagination. But getting a fuck in early also meant there was much more chance for a second fuck in the day too.

You see, I’m horny a lot at the moment. We have busy lives, so only normally get a couple of hours together of a weeknight. During that time, we fuck and are generally kinky and filthy. Of a weekend, we often fuck twice a day (or sometimes more if we can), but we’ve never found a way to fuck more during the week, without him waking me up. We never thought of this, and yet it is so obvious really. I wake up with a warm fuzzy and loved feeling, and it gets our average up to near twice a day.

But far more important than keeping up the record is my mood. We worked out a long time ago that my mood and mental health deteriorate if I’m not getting fucked regularly, and the longer I go, the lower I get. My husband sometimes jokes that he’s giving me my medicine, but actually, it is very serious. The more I’m fucked, the happier I am; the less I’m fucked, the lower my mood gets. I had a patch of low mood over the summer, despite daily fuckings, but I quickly pulled out of it this time; at times in the past, it has been very bad. I put that down to the daily fucks, and to sleepy anal, which sets my mood better early in the day.

My husband takes his responsibilities of keeping me thoroughly fucked and making me feel loved very seriously, and this year has been my best year since we’ve been together mood-wise. I think that it is in no small part down to our fabulous sex life – it is 261 days into the year, and (thanks to my husband’s diary), we know we’ve fucked 417 times (as well as being kinky at other times). We averaged 10 fucks a week early on, but sleepy anal has allowed us to get our average nearer 13 fucks a week. If we get the average up a little more, we should get to 600 fucks in the year, and that is definitely our target now. I was convinced I’d get bored of sex, that it wouldn’t be special because of the volume, but as yet, that hasn’t happened. The more sex I have, the more I want, and the quality hasn’t deteriorated either; if anything, it is better now than it was a year ago. I realise some people have real issues with this amount of sex, but in our case, our sex drives are now pretty well matched. We want to fuck or be kinky or filthy all the time.

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