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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.

Making Meetings Less Boring

19 May 2024 /

Hello my lovelies

I am so sorry about the lack of posts over the last few months. My life really has become super busy for about the last six months, as several projects that I have been working on for some time have finally come to fruition (all at the same time of course) and I have been trying to progress them all. And sex, I’ve been having lots of sex.

I have to admit that I have been prioritising having sex over writing about sex. Although I do often orgasm when writing blog posts, I’d rather orgasm at the hands of another person. I’ve always been the same: I’d rather be masturbated by another person than do it myself too, although at times, needs must.

Today was one of those days. I had a day of important but boring video conferences. To make them more interesting, and to give me an edge in discussions (which doing something hidden and sexual whilst having a video conference always does), I decided to wear very little, only a slightly see through blouse and a bright red deep plunge bra that does nothing to hide my nipples. I love being a little tease in these meetings. I have to say, with some men, if I tease a little, I’ll pretty much get what I need out of the meeting. Whilst in some ways, I hate the fact that it works, in other ways, I’d be totally mad not to do it.

As for out of camera shot, I wore absolutely nothing below the waist, but I did have my large butt plug in place (the one with the thick neck that really stretches my sphincter), and my new sizeable vaginal plug, meaning I felt really stretched front and back. In addition, I had a vibrating clit clip attached, which I would be able to turn on with a remote control during the meeting. I chose a word that I knew would be used in the meeting, and whenever someone said the word, I turned the vibrations on, and left them on until someone else said the word (and no, me saying it didn’t count, although I could use the word to try to make someone else say it).

So despite being so full down there, and having my clit being assaulted by stints of the vibrations, I had to maintain composure, stay relevant to the meeting and get the outcome to the discussions I wanted. I certainly made life hard for myself.

And when the video was first connected, I realised the blouse was much more see through on camera than I realised, and my bright red bra and erect nipples clearly showed, which, combining with the blouse buttons undone down to my bra, made for a very sexy display for the other attendees. I had to front it out though, although the attendees were used to my corporate sexiness, and I secretly enjoyed being leered at, although the periods of clitoral vibrations were hard to ignore.

I was very grateful for the meeting being over, as the vibrations had been on for the last part of the meeting, sensations building over several minutes. Once the camera was off, I could drop the focus on the meeting, and I gripped on to the edge of the desk, as all that edging and the clitoral abuse resulted in a massive orgasm almost immediately. As I recovered (with the vibrations off), I thought about changing my blouse before the next meeting, but decided to carry on dressed as was, as I was rather enjoying myself.

And my initial thought was to keep the vibrations off for the next one, but my brain selected a different word, and I couldn’t resist another go. I realised though that at some point, I might need to “accidentally” drop out of the meeting if I couldn’t stop a second orgasm. You see, my clit would be painful when the vibrations started again, but after a couple of minutes, the pain would subside and it would be sensitive and hard, which would leave me on the verge of cumming again rather soon.

The inevitable happened, with the chair mentioning the word in his second sentence, referring to the second half of the meeting, and the vibrations were on solidly for about ten minutes. I knew I had nowhere to go, but luckily, my doorbell rang, and so I muted the mic and went to answer it (grabbing a skirt to put on first), grateful to the postman for giving me the interruption, but needing to get rid of him quickly as I so needed to cum. The excuse of being on the video conference got rid of him, and I grabbed onto to the kitchen counter and let a second orgasm go. It was huge, and my cunt was quite messy, but the vibrations were still on, and I decided to keep the skirt on as I went back to the meeting.

Luckily, after the vibrations carrying on long enough to get my clit over the painful time again, they started using the word intermittently, so my clit started to get some more rest and the next orgasmic build up was slower, with edging style drops and rises occurring as they said the word.

This, at least, allowed me to get my part of the meeting done, and as with the first meeting, they agreed to what I was proposing. The meeting finished with the vibrations on, and me heading to another orgasm, so once again, I grabbed onto the edge of the desk again and let the orgasm flood over me.

I was expecting to have a break before the last meeting and a chance to recover, but almost as soon as I’d cum, I had a message asking if I could do the meeting earlier.

What the hell. I said yes and hastily chose my word. Again, the word was used in the second sentence, but this time, it was being used a couple of times a minute, so the vibrations were on and off in short bursts. That allowed me to stay calm for longer this time. There was a sustained burst of vibrations in the middle, as the meeting got sidetracked, but I pulled the meeting back to subject, as I really needed the vibrations to be off.

The meeting was short, but the meeting did end with about three minutes of sustained vibrations, but with my very tender clit, I wasn’t far from cumming again when that meeting finished. So, for the third and final time, I grabbed onto the edge of the desk and allowed myself to cum. Clamping down on such a large vaginal plug as I came made for very satisfying orgasms, and that final one was still pretty large, considering I’d already cum three times, all of them massive.

So, meetings over, I removed the clip and both plugs, and feeling very empty down there, I went out to the village cafe to have lunch. I had to let my clit recover and save myself for tonight. I was expecting cock that night and I needed to be ready to cum again. I so love him making me cum.

The Perils Of Fucking One Of Each

28 February 2023 /

It was only a few days since I first kissed Melissa and had first fucked Melissa come to think of it, and I made quite a mistake. I wasn’t thinking. In my mind, I had her and my uni guy as separate relationships. Of course, they were, but that doesn’t mean it was that easy. Melissa knew I was fucking him, and I quickly told him I was fucking her too. Both knew I wanted to carry on with them both, and that was all OK. But I didn’t mean to rub her nose in it…. almost literally.

I woke up on that day not expecting to fuck anyone all day. I bumped into him on his way to a lecture mid-morning. As he carried on past, without breaking step, he just turned towards me and shouted was I free at two? I just yelled yes, and he waved as he carried on. My cunt instantly moistened as I assumed he wanted to fuck me. That was the sort of relationship we had: a straightforward “friends with benefits” arrangement.

I arrived at the allotted time and within no time at all, I was bent over the so called “comfy chair” with my head below my waist and my panties completely off, being masturbated by his hand in a long, slow, very thorough warm-up. He was talking to me about something (which wasn’t going in at the time, let alone something I remember years later), and he wasn’t about anything dirty. His words were ignoring what he was doing to my cunt, whilst rubbing and manipulating it in a very practiced way.

We had fucked quite a bit by then, and although he wasn’t very adventurous, what he did he did well. He knew how to make me a quivering wreck, just by the fingers and the skill with which he used them. It was almost the nonchalant way he worked my cunt that made it feel dirty, his almost disconnected work. I think he loved that he could turn me, who he knew as quite a strong-willed young woman, into a totally obedient orgasm crazed wreck, who just let him do what he wanted. He wasn’t what you would call dominant, but he did like to be in charge of my orgasms, and I was so happy to let him.

He made me cum twice just with his fingers before he moved on to rubbing on my very wet cunt with his glans, focussing mostly on my engorged clit and my fleshy folds. I came again from his glans rubbing before he got hard enough to start actually fucking me, and then when he inserted his cock, my welcoming cunt soon got it very hard. At the time, I always wanted him to cum really deeply, but he liked cumming with only his glans inside me, making it likely I would drip his cum out, and he kept my panties for 24 hours to make sure I got myself in a big mess.

Roll forward three hours, and I saw Melissa in the dining hall. She says what she wants for dessert is my juicy cunt, and I completely forgot what my uni guy had done to me before. So, Melissa is face up on her bed and I’m facesitting her, and what turns out to be allowing his cum to slip onto her tongue and into her mouth.

I was mortified when she said I tasted like cum. I thought she didn’t really like cum, and yet here I was sliding it into her mouth. Before she got too much, she mumbled about sharing it with me (her mouth muffled somewhat by my cunt). So, when she tapped me on the ass, I climbed off her and firmly planted my lips on hers, and she pushed a good load of cum into my mouth with her tongue. I broke the kiss off and then, channelling my “Good Girl” training, I swallowed the cum all in one go and then showed her my empty mouth. She smiled and then indicated I move.

I knew what she wanted, and I began facesitting her again, firmly planning my cunt over her mouth. I felt her tongue start to work round my folds and she clamped down on my legs to stop me moving while she cleaned my cunt of all its cum. She had no interest in taking his cock (or any other cock) in her mouth directly, but it seemed that cum from my orifices was perfectly acceptable to her.

Once she had deemed me to be clear of cum, her tongue began focussing on my clit, and although she guessed I had orgasmed once already that day, she didn’t realise I’d already had four orgasms that morning. But an agile tongue made her get two out of the facesitting position.

After the two, she released the lock on my legs, and I decided I wanted a taste of cunt. I climbed off her again and then crouched between her legs and put my mouth to her cunt. She opened her legs a little to give me more room, and as I kissed her cunt gently, I felt her hands on the back of my head, pushing it a little towards her cunt. Her excitement was already showing in her taste, and I figured orgasm number one wouldn’t be hard to extract. I deliberately ignored her clit and licked everywhere else, dipping inside her cunt occasionally for that wonderful taste. I thought she was close, so I decided to flick across her clit a couple of times and that was enough to make her cum, screaming and arching her back as she did so. But she didn’t release the back of my head and I got the message. This time, I included her clit in my tongue movements, and I could feel from the slight twitch of her body that her clit was very sensitive after that first orgasm. And now I was showing it no mercy, no consideration for that sensitivity.

Not that I think she was after mercy. After all, she hadn’t released the hold on my head.

With my mouth tasting of a delicious mix of her cunt juices and his cum load, I set about very delicately and very lovingly working her cunt folds and any part I could reach with my tongue, very methodically working anywhere I could reach. I felt her pull my head in towards her cunt, so I decided that she wanted more than gentle now, and got faster, more vigorous, and firmer with my tongue. Her body had been still to that point, but now she started squirming. I had to hold on to her to stop her escaping from my tongue.

But as I persisted, she got wetter, her squirms got larger, and her moans got louder. I just loved having her in this position, totally under the control of my tongue and craving every touch with it. Through her top, she massaged her tits as I slowly brought her to orgasm. My face was flooded with her juices as her body relaxed after cumming. She was happy, and I was too. And I was so relieved that my mistake didn’t have major fallout.

What I learned was that she was happy to be fed his cum. It was male genitalia she wasn’t that keen on, so using my cunt to transport cum to her was ideal. It was a curious twist, but one I was happy to facilitate on many an occasion throughout our time together.

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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