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Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Two)

21 June 2024 /

The doorbell rang, and Rose’s husband shouted that the door was open and to come on in. Quite risky really as Rose’s husband was fucking me face down on the sofa whilst Rose was bent over an armchair being fucked by my husband. It could have been anyone knocking.

As the hard cocks rhythmically slid in and out of our cunts, Anna and her husband emerged from the porch, brandishing a platter of canapés. I felt Rose’s husband’s cock pull out of my cunt as he took the food to the kitchen.

I didn’t move, feeling a cool breeze blow over my slick but gaping cunt, until Anna’s husband pushed Anna’s head down behind me and I felt her tongue start to lick my juicy cunt. Anna had a great tongue and I wriggled as she licked my cunt, hoovering up my thick juices. I’d have to get her in the bottom half of my queening chair one day.

Anna’s husband, whilst offering us greetings, went over towards Rose and pulled his cock through his fly. Rose, whilst still being rhythmically impaled by my husband’s cock, eagerly took Anna’s husband’s cock in her mouth and started working it to get it hard, running her tongue up and down it, pushing his glans against the back of her throat, and squeezing his length with a ring of her fingers as she pulled his cock out and rested her teeth behind his glans. The impromptu spit roast didn’t last long though, as soon he was rock hard and pulled out of her mouth.

I think my husband realised what Anna’s husband wanted and pulled out of Rose’s cunt as Anna’s husband approached, his hands replacing my husband’s on Rose’s hips and in a swift movement impaling her already slick cunt with his hard cock.

Knowing full well that my husband would want to get in Anna’s cunt as soon as possible, I knew her tongue would soon be leaving my cunt. He gently pulled on Anna’s pony tail to get her up off her knees, and removed her jumper, freeing her amazing braless tits. He roughly grabbed each tit in turn, squeezing it, licking and gently biting the nipple in between kissing her lips.

The wetness of my now lonely cunt felt that cool breeze for a little longer this time, until Rose’s husband’s hands took my hips again and he impaled my cunt, continuing his thrusting where he left off. The breaks in fucking were helping his stamina, but not helping me cum, and I knew it would be a long hard fuck before I finally got there.

My husband gently pushed Anna to the wall, and immediately started working her cunt with his fingers, expertly and relentlessly working his fingers knuckles deep into her cunt, working her clit and lips with his thumb and forefinger, his hard work rewarded with giving her a shuddering and extended orgasm. Without giving her a chance to recover, he then bent her over at the foot of the stairs, pushing her head onto the stair carpet, pushing her feet apart with his foot and then holding on to a tit in each hand as his hard cock pushed between her cunt lips and buried deep inside her, thrusting strongly and twisting her tits to control her body, making conversation really difficult for her.

Two more voices yelled hello, and a number of us yelled to come in, with Rose’s husband adding to lock the door after they came in. Tanya and her husband, bearing a gift of cheesecake and trifle, entered the room, and once again, Rose’s husband left my cunt gaping. This time though, it wasn’t empty for long, as Tanya’s husband took over from Rose’s fucking me, his barely hard cock growing quickly as my moist cunt enveloped it, but I knew it would be an even longer fuck as the rubbing was slowly getting him harder and harder. The relentlessness of the rhythm and rigidity of two different cocks had made me desperate to cum, but frustratingly, changing cocks had made me wait.

Tanya’s husband took over from Anna’s in fucking Rose’s cunt, meaning that was three cocks that had fucked Rose’s cunt in quick succession. And she fucking loved it!

Anna’s husband made Tanya suck his cock to get Rose’s taste in her mouth, before he stood her against the wall, freed her tits for the obligatory groping and then started fucking Tanya’s cunt, gently at first until she was slick enough to take the pounding she craved and was expecting.

And the total joy was that none of the eight of us had even mentioned sex or acknowledged that it was happening. Despite the fucking, we were trying to hold sensible conversations. It was crazy. And glorious.

What Rose and Tanya explained to me that evening in my lounge was that one evening, towards the end of a respectable dinner party, the six friends started fucking each other. No one could quite remember how it started, but the men were passing the women round as and when they liked, the women were going from hard cock to hard cock with total abandon, to such an extent that no one can really remember who made who cum. But cum they did, and then after the men were all spent, the women started licking cum from each other’s cunts, in a visual display that made those spent cocks start to spring back to life.

Once the women saw the effect they were having, a blow job chain was set up, where the cocks were passed from mouth to mouth until they were all hard again, and then the women once again were repeatedly impaled by cock after cock, this time entirely for the women’s pleasure, as the men had little more cum to give. All the women orgasmed again, and then, in a cum filled daze, they all slumped and went to sleep, each woman in the arms of a man that wasn’t their husband.

The whole evening was fuelled by a heady mix of sheer lust, total abandon, and familiarity with each other, and no one even thought of not carrying on once they started. They were just six friends fucking each other, in any combination, in any position, just enjoying each other’s bodies and giving each other raw animal pleasure.

I was getting excited at their descriptions, and I found myself rubbing my dress against my pantyless cunt a little, more out of instinct than a deliberate action, and Tanya was doing the same in front of me. Rose noted my movements with a smile, saying we’re all friends and it was OK for me to make myself cum. I wasn’t going to say no, and as if to encourage me, Tanya lifted up her dress as I did, and we both started using our fingers to work our respective cunts. The sight was too much for Rose, who very soon had her hand at her revealed cunt too. The visual stimulation of three naked cunts being masturbated tipped us all over the edge. We all came in quick succession, and we each shared our sticky fingers with the other women, giving me my first taste of their cunts and them of mine. And divine they were too. I’d enjoy licking their cunts in the future.

My thoughts were interrupted by Tanya pointing out that is why they were talking to me, and I felt a glow, a sort of pride, that they knew me well enough to have an idea what I’d want to do. And there was more to come, as I was still intrigued as to why Tanya ended up being visibly fucked by Anna’s husband in the middle of the night.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part One)

5 June 2024 /

My husband and I walked into Rose and her husband’s lounge, and my husband presented hers with a couple of bottles of wine. He seemed pleased with our choices, but quickly put them down and turned his attention to me. I had taken my shawl off and given it to my husband to hang up, and as my husband turned away to do so, Rose’s husband, without saying a word to me, pulled my roll-neck jumper up from my waist to reveal my tits, which he knew on that night would not be encased by a bra. I knew I wouldn’t need one. I knew my tits would be out in seconds.

As I carried on the greetings with Rose, who was verbally ignoring her husband’s actions, he picked up each of my tits in turn, sucked on the nipple and had a very gentle chew, something he knew would be making my cunt very moist very quickly. After dealing with both nipples, he squeezed and kneaded my tits for a bit; that always gets me excited, and he knew it.

When he was satisfied with his working of my tits, he just let them go, gravity accelerating them downwards before my body slightly painfully put on the brakes. He then picked up the bottles and took them into the kitchen. Without adjusting my clothing, with my tits still very much out on display, I sat on the sofa, carrying on conversing with Rose about something mundane, with her ignoring my half naked appearance.

My husband, having hung up my shawl, came back into the room and, seeing my tits already out, went straight over to Rose. He held out a hand to her, like a man asking a woman to dance, and she took it, getting up out of her seat. He pulled at the waistband of her top and pulled it up, her lifting her arms to aid removal. Also braless, her tits were dragged up with the fabric and then pulled free and dropped and bounced into view. My husband roughly grabbed one of her tits in each hand and squeezed and kneaded them, ultimately focussing on squashing her nipples each between a thumb and forefinger. Such harsh tit work was making conversation hard for her, but she persisted.

I felt a presence next to me and felt a hand on the back of my head as Rose’s husband turned my head towards his cock, which was sticking out from his trousers. I replied to Rose’s last comment before taking his cock in my mouth and starting to work it with my tongue. As I took his length, my head bobbed backwards and forwards, and I always took care to release his cock from my mouth so that I could reply to what Rose was saying, before immediately taking his cock back into my mouth and working until it was long and hard.

In the meantime, my husband positioned Rose over the arm of the chair. As she bent over it, her short skirt rode up to reveal her pantyless state and her beautiful ass and glistening cunt.

His hand went straight to her cunt and, with her still trying to hold the mundane conversation with me, he started masturbating her, gently at first and then with increasing intensity and harshness. His working her cunt was making it hard for her to string a sentence together, but she persisted. She had to, even when he lent forward and pulled at her tits, encouraging them to wobble and snap backwards and forwards even more as her body moved to his fingers.

Despite holding the conversation, Rose still shrieked as my husband’s fingering brought her to her first orgasm of the night, and instead of carrying on fingering her as I thought he would, he took his hand away and dropped to his knees, bringing his tongue and mouth to her juicy cunt to enjoy the fruits of his labours.

Watching another man lick his wife’s cunt seemed to make Rose’s husband particularly hard, and as he withdrew his cock from my mouth, he twisted me on the sofa, pushing me round so that my face was against the seat and my ass and cunt were in mid-air. Pushing up my skirt and holding onto my hips, he just lined up and drove his cock into my already slick cunt, slippery from all the tit-manhandling and cock-sucking. I turned my head to answer Rose again and saw that my husband standing again and that his cock was buried in her cunt, his ass muscles rippling as he drove into her, holding her hips to accentuate his drive, at the same time as her husband was holding my hips and driving his cock into my cunt. Nothing was said about the sex, just about where Rose had gone shopping and what she had bought.

This is going to take a lot of explaining.

This all started with me being convinced that there was a seedy underbelly to this village. Underneath the idyllic charm, underneath the rural beauty, underneath the prim and proper exterior, I was sure there was lots of sordid goings-on, lots of depravity, lots of sex. But I didn’t have a sniff of it for ages after we moved in, and even then, there wasn’t a lot.

The village had balls; you know old style dances. Invitation only, and we were invited. The outfits were fabulous. The men of course had suits, cabaret ones, tuxedos or full three-piece ones, and I do love a man in a suit: makes me wet just thinking about it. For the women, the outfits were much more flamboyant, much more adventurous, much more revealing. Sometimes, our dresses were tight or had very short skirts, not leaving that much to the imagination (especially if you weren’t wearing panties, and I can tell you I was far from being alone in that). Sometimes, they were gowns, long with splits as deep as our hips, again somewhat risky without panties. That was the fun of it. Some fucking always happened out the back of the venue, quite a few couples not just us, but whilst it was public, it was always discrete.

We always seemed to end up outside fucking round the back of the village hall at the same time as Rose and her husband and Anna and her husband, and on the back of those simultaneous fucks, we all turned into good friends. I knew my husband really wanted to fuck Anna, but that wasn’t on the cards, and I think he was content with just watching her get fucked out of the corner of his eye, and I was the lucky recipient of a ridiculously hard cock whilst he was watching her; his cock didn’t hide what he really wanted. You know how much how I love watching sex and being watched, so those were great nights.

The only other sniff of debauchery I had was a few weeks before the scene mentioned at the start of this post, where I saw one of my female neighbours in the middle of the night, naked bent over the kitchen sink (and facing the window with the blind fully up), clearly being fucked by the man behind her, whilst her tits snapped backwards and forwards in clear view of anyone out there. I had hoped I wasn’t seen, but I was mesmerised and stayed watching (and masturbating with my skirt lifted up, hiding nothing in the process) until they were both finished, and I was so turned on that I had to wake my husband to do the same to me (although our kitchen is at the back, so it was private).

But clearly, they must have seen me, because a week later, she was at my front door with Rose, who was also a good friend of hers. Her name was Tanya, and it turned out that the man fucking her wasn’t her husband, and I hadn’t recognised him as Anna’s husband, and as Rose told me, my heart sank a little for Anna, as I thought her husband was having an affair. But equally, my heart was pounding as I had finally found some more debauchery, sordidness and sex, and secretly, I loved it.

But everything was not as it seemed, and there were three things that made them think they needed to talk to me: our fucking beside them at the balls, the fact Tanya and Anna’s husband saw me unashamedly wanking as they fucked, and the fact that I had apparently admitted to Anna about this blog (to be honest, I can’t remember that at all, so it must have been one of the evenings when there was more than a little wine involved). All that meant that they thought I would understand, that they thought I was perfect to get involved. But I really had no idea what it was they thought I was perfect to get involved with, apart from the fact that it involved fucking, and quite possibly people other than their own husbands. I was fine with that, and in the back of my mind was the fact that my husband might get to fuck Anna after all. Suddenly, the stakes felt high, and not just for my wonderful friends.

Rebecca With The Greedy Cunt

12 February 2023 /

They played Toon for another five hours, and it was heading into the late evening. Most of the hardcore gamers were settling in for the night, but my husband was determined to fill Rebecca’s cunt. He passed her a note (whilst they were still playing) that asked, “Have you recovered enough?” and the reply came back simply as “Yes”.

Rebecca’s character and his were walking on a promontory high above a cliff, and his character stumbled, and started falling off the promontory. He reached out and grabbed for Rebecca’s character, which he succeeded in grabbing (the dice were kind to him), and the two off them fell off the promontory and into a different GM room.

At this time of night, people disappearing for a few hours was not unusual, so my husband and Rebecca walked up the stairs back to her room, my husband telling her how hard she was going to get fucked and how hard she was going to cum. Sassy as ever, she demanded less talk and more action, and said his cock would have to live up to his mouth.

The sexual tension between them went from slight to mega over the course of a flight of stairs. She touched his enclothed cock as they neared her room and licked her lips as it was delightfully hard.

As they slammed the door to her room, he was already pulling her top off. This was no time for delay, and she took off the bright red “fuck me” bra and hurled it across the room. He unbuttoned her trousers and slid them over her ass, her quickly following with her panties.

Then naked, she took his shirt off, and undid his belt and dropped his trousers, gasping out loud at the sight of him in a well-fitting black male thong. He turned round for her to see his ass in it (which does look very cute in a well-fitting thong), and he slid that down and stepped out of it.

He slightly picked her up and placed her on the bed, climbing on himself and nudging her legs apart. As he lent forward and started kissing her, his cock started rubbing and nudging against her cunt.

His cock was so hard, and her cunt was so slick that gently nudging turned in no time into a hands-free entry, and in a matter of moments, he was having slow deliberate long thrusts that made her slightly rear up as he drove in.

It felt good. Her cunt was clearly very slick, indicating just how excited she really was. His cock was growing ever so slightly with each thrust, and his hardness intensified with each squeeze of his cock with her cunt. Whilst continuing his rhythm, he alternated between her nipples and her mouth, licking her nipples and tonguily kissing her. Her breathing started to quicken as he kept up this relentless rhythm. No need to rush, this poor girl was going nowhere and building towards an orgasm completely in his control. Her face flushed and she sounded like she was struggling to breathe, and at that point, he accelerated his strokes, slamming into her cunt as far as he could on every stroke. He felt her tense up, as she locked her legs round his back, stopping him moving as she clearly convulsed and shook a number of times in orgasmic beauty. After what seemed like ages, but was probably less than a minute, she unlocked her legs and told him to cum in her, something it did not take him long to achieve; all it took was a minute of fucking, combined with her squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles.

After he had liberally sprayed the inside of her cunt with his thick white cum, he leant down and kissed her heartily and with tongues, whilst his spent cock shrank and slowly slipped out of her cunt.

As he lifted his weight off her, she rolled to one side and asked him to spoon her, which he was happy to do. He snuggled behind her, with his cock sitting in her ass crack, and his arms over her waist holding her close, clasping her lowest tit with his hand.

It wasn’t long before he realised that she was sound asleep, and as he was fighting to stay awake, he was soon able to follow.

They awoke with a start as Rebecca’s alarm went off. She slammed the top of it to silence it, and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling. She told him that was the best way to fall to sleep, and who was he to disagree?

He nibbled at her ear and asked her if she wanted to start the day with a gentle fuck, and she admitted that would be lovely. So, he rolled her over, she opened her legs and she played with his cock until it was hard (only took a very short time), and then he slipped into her cunt. She whispered in her ear that she didn’t want to cum, but she did want a slow fuck, to feel him hard inside her cunt and to feel his spasming and filling her cunt with his cum. She told him to focus on himself and to use her body for his pleasure.

That wasn’t something he was used to (still isn’t), but as he focussed on the strokes, he could feel her body moving under him. He knew she was enjoying herself, and that gave him the confidence to focus on his own pleasure, and that meant keeping his cock moving in her cunt for as long as possible and that meant fighting to stop himself cumming. Rebecca was squeezing his cock over and over with her cunt muscles, which was making it very hard for him to stop cumming. She clearly knew what he was trying to do, and the smirk on her face showed she was enjoying watching and feeling his struggle.

She was quite impressed at his stamina, but his cock was growing with each squeeze, and she knew she was going to have him cumming soon. She loved the look of discomfort and concentration on his face, as he focussed everything he had on not cumming.

And then she felt the first signs of a twitch, and she knew she had him. The look of concentration disappeared in an instant as his cum started spewing into her cunt again. She kept squeezing his cock to milk every last drop of cum, until his cock rapidly shrank and slipped out of her cunt.

He lent over and kissed her, and she told him they needed to get back to the game. He climbed off and they started to get dressed, only being interrupted because he decided he wanted to kiss her nipples before she put them away.

As they were walking down the corridor towards the game rooms, she told him she smelt of sex. Very strongly. He looked smug, but she didn’t seem particularly inclined to do anything about it. Let’s face it, strongly smelling of sex in a room full of gamers and knowing some of them will likely be getting turned on by it is good for the self-esteem, and she wasn’t ashamed of getting fucked, and she didn’t care who knew it.

All Steamed Up

21 January 2023 /

One of the great things about my husband and me both working from home is that when I get horny, I can get a quick lunchtime servicing, a fuck that deals with my horniness, and once I tidy myself up, no one at work is any the wiser (although occasionally, I do shift in my seat in a video conference because his cum is sliding out of my cunt!)

But the downside is that when one of us isn’t there, not being able to get a lunchtime fuck can be very frustrating.

There was one such day a few days ago, when in the latter part of the morning, my horniness was ramping up. I had spent the whole morning on the phone to morons when what I really needed was his cock to deal with my horniness. Come lunchtime, and I started masturbating with my fingers, but soon got frustrated. It wasn’t doing it: what I craved was his cock!

But given that he wasn’t there and wasn’t going to be for some hours, I lubed up a dildo (as I knew I wasn’t slick enough yet to just take it), inserted that and started finger masturbating again. That didn’t last long. Even with a frantic wank, that was nowhere near enough, and my lunchtime was running out.

How the fuck was I going to last all afternoon, when my wanking didn’t cut the mustard? I was at explode levels of horny, but I was going to have to get back to work and start having video conferences.

About five minutes before I was due back, I got a message from him. He was having deep fried haggis apparently. Didn’t help. He said he wasn’t going to be back until about six. That was hours away!

Hoping to dampen my horniness, I put a butt plug in. My largest “comfortable” butt plug – ie the largest one I can wear for hours, whether that be outside or in a work context. It made it worse. My cunt was aching to be filled, my whole body needing an orgasm to calm it down.

I had every intention of breaking out the vicious wand when my workday had finished, but I got a text from my husband to say he’d be back just after I finished work and he hoped I was still horny. I was and decided to leave the wand alone and wait for him.

I did wank with my fingers a bit (but nowhere near an orgasm), and obviously, I had my butt plug in for a few hours whilst I was working, so all in all, I had got myself all steamed up for most of the day.

I ended up jumping him as soon as he came in. I was beyond pleasantries. Just a simple “Fuck me bitch” came out of my mouth.

He guided me backwards until we got to the dining table, and he pushed me back onto it so that I was lying on it. He lifted my legs, so they were vertical and then stood behind me (in the Mermaid position). Then, he removed my butt plug, quickly relubed my asshole and lubed his cock and then inserted his cock all the way in.

Whaaaat! I was about to get annoyed at him leaving my cunt unfilled, but it felt soooooo gooooood. His cock was fairly hard but ramming in and out of the asshole of a slut on heat got it fully hard in no time. In fact, he got so hard that it was almost too much for my asshole to take. But he slowed down a little to give it a chance to catch up, and eventually it did, and took his enormous cock all the way with every stroke. He held on to the front of my thighs to make sure I didn’t move across the table and got the full effect of every thrust. He was still not going anywhere near my cunt though.

I felt my orgasm nearly ready to break and as I came, as my whole body went stiff and shuddered, my cunt was pulsing to orgasm against something and there was nothing there. My cunt was still empty.

And even though I had cum, and cum hard, I was still frustrated. After my shudders subsided, he began fucking my asshole again. Within a couple of strokes, he was at peak hardness, and I realised that I was a very long way from cumming again, and my asshole would take a pounding. I knew there was no point pleading to have my cunt filled, because he’d just prolong my cunt’s torture. Equally though, I knew he’d fill it in the end, so I just had to take the long anal fuck I was getting.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm down (and I think the first orgasm did have an effect). I loved his long anal sessions, and in laying back and almost meditating, it almost felt like a massage from the inside. It was relaxing, it was calming, it was medicinal. He slowed down a little to reflect the new tone of the fuck and he kept my asshole and his cock all lubed up, so despite being a long time in there, it was all comfortable and sexy.

As I felt another orgasm start to build, he realised his build-up would take so long that he would be one and done. So, he pulled out of my asshole, jammed my butt plug back in, had a quick wipe of his cock to clean it off, slightly adjusted my position and then plunged his cock into my gaping aching cunt. At last, my cunt had what it was craving. A massive hard cock that I thought wasn’t about to last long, and I was hoping he’d judged it correctly. I would have been very pouty and frustrated if he had entered my cunt long enough to cum himself but left me unfulfilled. I need not have worried: he knew exactly what he was doing.

His cock was rubbing on the top of my cunt, that rub that I knew would make me cum hard, that rub that just felt amazing and that rub that no other man had ever got consistently right for me. And over the next few minutes, he slowly and patiently fucked me, slowly building that final orgasm, getting me near but nowhere near over the line. I was impressed at his stamina, given he hadn’t yet cum himself, and yet, with love in his eyes, he built me towards my final orgasm. And I was ecstatic because my cunt was filled, as I needed it to be.

I felt him grip a little harder onto the front of my thighs and I felt him slow down a touch. He was struggling to keep himself from cumming. I was so near. I put my hands to my tits and started squashing them together and pulling at my nipples. I was so so close. I started arching my back as I was twisting my nipples and he felt me stiffen as I started screaming and shuddering. In amongst all that, I felt his cock get just that little bit bigger and then I felt the tell-tale throbbing as he spurted a whole load of cum in me. He looked spent.

I was still fairly stiff and cumming as I tried to milk the last bits of cum from his cock with my cunt muscles. As my orgasm subsided, I felt his cock shrink so quickly and slip out of my now very lubricated cunt. As he smiled at me and clearly had gone soppy after his adrenaline rush, he asked how my day was now. Just perfect.

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!)

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