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Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Two)

29 May 2026 / / 1 Comment

I was being fucked by Rose’s husband, sharing a bed with Tanya and Anna’s husband. The others were in other rooms, each man was claiming their second wives as their own, using their second wives as they wanted, the extra rights being transferred from our husbands for the first time.

I had a cock in my mouth, giving it a sloppy blow job, in full knowledge that Rose’s husband would penetrate me with the cock I made hard. I was being a good second wife, making sure he was able to fuck me some more.

He withdrew from my mouth when he was hard enough, and he hauled my body flat onto the bed, a pillow under my abdomen, a finger lubing my recently neglected asshole.

Tanya cried out and came again, as Rose’s husband nudged his glans through my ass pucker. My asshole was always very accommodating these days, and so sucked his hard cock straight in, and he climbed on top of me and started fucking, started strokes in and out. It is a position I feel so comfortable in, and can be ass-fucked in this position for hours. He knew it. So he did. He showed remarkable orgasm control, him managing to drag some empty cunt anal orgasms out of me whilst not cumming himself. He did not want this over. Neither did I.

At one point, I heard Anna cry out from the next room, my husband clearly working his magic on her, but my asshole was filled with hard cock and that cock was showing no sign of cumming. I was sleepy, and he told me I could sleep once he’d finished, but he took ages to finish, filling my asshole for as long as he wanted, and he wanted a long time. Once he did eventually cum, he snuggled behind me, limp cock still in my asshole, a hand firmly gripping my tit, and I drifted to sleep with signs of his ownership reminding my asshole and tit. The others had already drifted off, a dirty cock still in Tanya’s cunt from their last fuck.

All the women were exhausted and we all slept well, when we were allowed. At some point during the night, I became aware of his cock in my cunt, driving in and out as I lay barely awake. I smiled at him and he kissed me. He started fucking me whilst I was asleep. This is specifically allowed as is a husband right that is transferred to the second husband. He was fucking my cunt and deliberately not rubbing inside me to make me cum, and I was still drowsy and very compliant. I awoke more one he changed position to start rubbing inside me, and he told me that I didn’t have permission to cum, that I wasn’t allowed to cum until he said I was. I was so close to cumming, how the hell was I meant to stop it?

He smiled just a little, as he saw my expression change from happy carefree girl with orgasm building to determination to hold that orgasm at bay. He called me a Good Girl and stroked my face, making my tits swell with pride, all the time ploughing his ever hardening and growing cock into my sloppy cum filled cunt. I couldn’t hold it off for long, so effective was his cock at rubbing inside me, at building that orgasm. I started begging. Very demeaning, to have to beg for your own orgasm, and he kept saying no, enjoying my struggle and torment.

I lost control. I came, hard. I clamped down on his cock, hard and made him cum too. Finally still, his cock inside me, he told me I didn’t have permission to cum, and that I’d have to be punished the following day for it. I didn’t care, I had my monster orgasm, and fell quickly back to sleep, in full knowledge I was totally in his control as his second wife.

We were all woken before seven by our second husbands lubing our assholes for our Submissive Sodomy, a brutal ass fuck, slightly underlubed to remind our assholes who is boss, an ass fuck we weren’t allowed to cum from. And it did make us all submissive. It always does. That’s why it is so important. I couldn’t see Tanya, but I could hear her, her asshole being filled then emptied as mine was. Eventually the men came, almost in sync with each other, and we were let off the bed, slightly sore asshole, dripping cunt, and I looked at the clock – two minutes to seven.

Thoroughly fucked, and our bodies in a mess, we emerged for breakfast. So many cummy cunts and assholes, so much cum sliding about. We were a sight. We were in a state. And the men decided we weren’t allowed to shower, as they wanted us to be in a cummy mess all day. We would certainly be that!

We had a leisurely breakfast outside, naked, making sure our tits weren’t covered at all. We also had our legs spread, to allow for casual viewing of our messy cunts. It was a joyful, relaxing affair, the chat was engaging and so warm, but as the breakfast finished, as we had already all been sodomised by our second husbands and not allowed to cum, they told us we wouldn’t be allowed to cum until later in the day, at a time of their choosing. We were already all feeling submissive that morning, and that really added to that feeling. It would be a long old day, until we were finally allowed to cum.

And then we realised what they were going to do. A big bag of sex toys appeared, dildos, vibrating clit torturers, nipple and clit clamps, specula, all sorts of toys were all laid out on the table on the patio, and in turn, wind gently blowing over our overused bodies, our second husbands played with us, edged us, inspected us, inserted things into us, over and over. Implements were passed between the men, used on one woman after the other, not cleaned, just reinserted. Pretty standard for us now.

We were being edged. Mercilessly. Methodically. Cruelly. Nipples played with, twisted, clamped. Tits slapped, swinging as we moved. Cunts finger fucked, spread open by a speculum, pounded by a hand-wielded dildo, fisted for those capable. Clits pulled, squeezed, twisted, clamped. Nipples pulled, squeezed, twisted, clamped. Assholes fucked by a dirty dildo. Mouths filled by soft and hardening cocks. And then the biggest humiliation really, one by one, a free-use women was loaded into a strap-on (taking care to keep our clits covered by a thick piece of foam to minimise direct stimulation), and we had to sodomise one of the other women, neither of us to orgasm.

The edging was brutal. We were pent-up balls of frustration, and the girl-on-girl sodomy pushed us back into that submissive space and pushed the frustration back a bit, and then we started to build it up again. Our second husbands directed our session, even when we were strap-on sodomising one of the other women, it was part of their control over us, carried out with the same intensity. We were being worked on the entire time, never having even a few seconds to recover. We lost track of time, because there were no clocks outside, just glorious sun and the wonders of nature, and five men working the bodies of five women for hours, with each woman doing both sides of the girl-on-girl sodomy a couple of times.

It was becoming harder for the men to edge us, as we were all so close to exploding, and so, when the men started talking about lunch, we were all arranged kneeling on a seat of some sort. Our thighs were moved apart a little and we were bent at the waist, with our asses in the air and our heads resting on the seat.

Our cunts were pretty much at face height, and our second husbands stood behind us, leant in, putting their faces between our legs and started licking at our cunts. And this time, they didn’t stop until we came, which didn’t take long. In fact, after such a long edging session, we all squirted to some degree or other. Helen and Anna both waterfalled, full on soaking the men’s faces. I squirted quite a lot, as did Rose, and even Tanya, who doesn’t really squirt, squirted a fair bit. The men’s faces were dripping.

When they finished their licking, they pushed down on our asses, pushing our legs to be fully bent so our cunts were by our feet and at the height of their cocks, and they slipped their fairly hard cocks into our cunts. And as they each slid in and out of our cunts, they grew longer and harder. As they accelerated, they started rubbing inside, starting another orgasm building. But it was a slow build, as we’d cum so much that morning, so they fucked our poor overused cunts for a long, long time. It felt so good, and knowing our cum and squirt was dripping off their faces as they did it made the fuck even more exciting, even sweeter.

I heard Tanya’s husband yell “Don’t cum yet, bitch” and heard a firm slap of Helen’s ass, then I heard Anna’s husband yell “That goes for all of you” and I heard a similar slap of Tanya’s ass, followed by my ass being slapped and hearing the other two ass slaps too.

We fought our orgasms. We really did. And eventually, Rose’s broke, her screams as she came finishing Anna off, their combined screams finishing me off, then Helen and Tanya followed shortly afterwards.

All us women we exhausted, but three of us were dispatched to the kitchen to make lunch, whilst me and Helen cleaned the men’s cocks with our mouths, over and over until the lunch arrived. I had over half an hour of having my mouth filled with chubby cocks, not working them to hardness, just having them in my sloppy mouth, with a little sucking and tongue work. They didn’t want their cocks to be very hard, just warm, enclosed and hard enough to penetrate.

Mira the cock glove. Mira the Good Girl. Mira the perfect second wife.

How Quickly Helen Took To Free-Use (Part Two)

6 May 2026 / / 3 Comments

It was Helen and her husband’s first day of free-use, but it was also our first day officially with our second husbands and their new rights over us women. It was decided that the first evening would be about us being claimed as second wives, as well as every man getting to their first fucks with Helen before the evening was out. It was her baptism of fire. It would be a lot of fucking for her, and then we would retire with our second husbands, for their overnight ownership and use.

But before then, we had to eat and we were seated in a restaurant, at a circular table only just big enough to seat the ten of us. Each man had his wife on his right, and his second wife on his left. And the restaurant was busy, so we couldn’t be outrageous. However, the women each made out with each of the men either side of them, alternating as and when, kissing, tongues, and getting covered tits squeezed and played with, and whilst they were making out with one man, the other was masturbating them whilst kissing the woman the other side of him. The women came, god did we cum, but we had to be quiet and discreet, not wanting to draw attention, although the overwhelming smell of female orgasms emanating from our corner of the room was a bit of a giveaway. Silent cumming is hard, and I think all our bodies shook more because we were holding the sound in.

And so, with the men having cummy hands, and the women leaking cum from their slick cunts, we ate, and the food was good. More masturbation and making out before dessert, and we left before coffee, so desperate were the women for cock, and we were so messy between our legs that dignity was holding on by a thread.

The van hadn’t been moving long, heading back to the cottage, and Anna’s husband couldn’t wait any more, so he bent Helen over, her head resting on Tanya’s lap, her tits dragging across Rose’s lap, and I wanked his cock a little to get him hard, before he ploughed in. I viewed it as her first proper unorchestrated free-use. And it was a hard fuck. He wasn’t hitting the spot for her, wasn’t building her orgasm, but Tanya told her whilst he was doing it that it was entirely deliberate, and she would cum when he was good and ready. This was free-use as its best, and he wanted a long fuck. What she wanted didn’t count. She started to understand. This was about him. She was inconsequential. She was used. She was nothing, and the centre of attention at the same time. Free-use is a head fuck at times.

To make it even more of a head fuck, her tits were soon being pawed and groped (by me and Tanya) and Rose’s husband put a drool gag on her, my drool gag, her husband’s idea to emphasise who is in control, as Helen doesn’t like drool and slobber. The poor girl was clearly overwhelmed, but Anna’s husband kept ploughing on, and Tanya and I kept working her tits, as the men’s plan to break her in to free-use was going well.

As we pulled into the village the cottage was near, Anna’s husband adjusted his position to make her start building to orgasm, to make that rubbing count. Just as we pulled on to the drive, Helen started to scream, her cries muffled by the gag, which was already making her drool all over herself and Tanya’s lap.

The van stopped and my husband, who was driving turned round just in time to see her cum really hard, milked by Anna’s husband’s cock and a hand on her clit.

She had no time to recover from that hard orgasm before we unloaded her from the van, her cunt and ass still revealed by her skirt being over her waist, and only once we got her inside did we remove the drool gag. Her husband was right, she didn’t like it, but she realised, once again, that her opinion didn’t matter and the men would do what they wanted. She knew the drool gag would make a reappearance, and she knew she’d have to endure it. It was a good life lesson in free-use. And later, she secretly admitted to me that although she hated it, she was thoroughly turned on by it. Betrayed by her body. And it won’t be the last time.

Rose’s husband, my second husband, was next to fuck Helen, next to claim her body with free-use. He lay her face up on the patio table, had Tanya and Anna hold her feet up over her head, ankles wide apart to reveal her cunt, and then he wanked her for a bit, fucked her with a dildo for a bit and then, after I hardened his cock up in my mouth, he ploughed into her cunt and fucked her hard, her tits snapping back and forth as he drove in, her feet held in place to keep her bent double and opened up for his cock. She was very exposed and the centre of attention as my second husband made her cum three times before he did. After her second cumming, he ushered me across, put a hand to the back of my head and pulled me in to his face, kissing me hard, and then telling me I was next, and he wouldn’t be so gentle. I told him to bring it on. He smiled and called me a Good Girl, before slamming into poor Helen’s cunt harder. I wished he was fucking me then, not her, but I knew I was next for that wonderful cock of his.

When she came for the third time, and her cunt clamping made him cum, over and over, there was one man left to claim her, my husband, and he announced he was planning to do exactly what I expected him to do. He’s got a thing about his first fuck with a woman being her asshole rather than her cunt, and here was a perfect opportunity.

But before he could get started, Anna’s and Helen’s husbands had a surprise for my husband. Helen’s husband presented his wife with her tiniest pair of panties, a miniscule black lacy thong which happened to be her favourite pair she ever owned. Anna’s husband told her to put them on, so that my husband can fuck her whilst she is wearing them. Helen had commented to Anna’s husband about how she didn’t want to be the only woman in the free-use group without her signed panties from the first time they fucked in my husband’s collection. This solved the issue, he’d get his signed panties.

Once Helen put the panties on, everyone (men and women) took turns to masturbate her, making her cum a number of times into those panties, Tanya’s husband even made her squirt a bit, something she previously hasn’t done much of, all into her tiny panties. Once they were sopping enough, my husband got Tanya and Anna to pull Helen’s feet further over and wider apart than they had been for Rose’s husband, lifting her ass off the table and exposing it more.

My husband moved her panties aside to expose her ass pucker and beautiful dripping cunt (although the panties weren’t really big enough to cover anything), he put a small pillow under her lower back to make her comfortable, and then spent a while just looking, drinking in her exposure, really emphasising the exposure in her head, her tiny panties moved aside, and trash talking to her about how pretty her starfish was and how he was going to destroy it. You could see her nipples get even bigger, you could see her clit break cover from its hood, the signs her body was turned on, and as he started lubing her asshole, Rose started wanking and lubing his cock. The lubing seemed to take for ever, making her wait, making her asshole wait, until she felt his glans press against her asshole.

Helen was a seasoned anal slut, so in no time, her asshole sucked his glans in, welcoming its invader with some moans from Helen. Rose applied a bit more lube and my husband pushed in, steady but firm, and in no time was balls deep in her asshole. And then he started a firm, steady rhythm, fully in, to out up to the glans, then fully in again, firm slowly turning into slams. He got huge, she got loud, neither of them showed any signs of cumming. Rose relubed over and over, as Helen’s anal ordeal lasted nearly an hour, nearly an hour of rhythmic pounds, until they both came, Helen from anal penetration alone.

My husband removed Helen’s panties, roughly and demeaningly wiping her cunt with her tiny panties, and then pocketed them. He’d get her to sign them later, but for now, they were both happy that Helen’s panties would be up there with the rest of them.

Helen was exhausted, happy, claimed by all four men. She’d been cunt fucked and ass fucked, Carla’s big dildo and my drool gag was used on her too. It was quite a night, and it was not yet over, as the men all had to claim their second wives for the night, with each of us being the exclusive property of our second husbands, to be used as they wanted. Even though we were exhausted, and pretty cummed out, we knew we’d get used, we knew we’d be made to cum yet again. Helen’s free-use education continues.

One For Each Year

4 March 2026 / / 4 Comments

I can’t quite believe my husband and I have been together for 14 years. And in those very early days, he groped my tits as if he owned them, he groped my ass like he’d never groped another, he filled my cunt over and over with hard, girthy cock and thick, sticky cum. And I loved it. I was his. I wanted him to take me over and over. And he did. Two and three times a day he fucked me, my cunt got very used to being filled very quickly.

My first period came, and far from slowing down or stopping fucking me because of it, he fucked me more. I always craved sex during my period and he was the first man to oblige. And we barely cleaned up from one lot before he was in me again, my bloody cunt being a magnet for his hard cock. And each time he did it, it felt that he took me again. His blood-soaked cock was in me, no matter what, taking me no matter what. I loved it. I was still his.

And then my cunt got a little uncomfortable. It needed some rest. And so, desperate for him to continue taking me over and over, I offered him my asshole. And he was kind and gentle and understanding, and well versed with fucking assholes, so even the first time, he started slow, but grew to be huge and strong with his thrusts. I didn’t like anal before, but with him, my asshole wanted to be taken, just as much as my cunt did, and I loved it. I was even more his.

Around the same time as the fourteenth anniversary of us being together, it was also the eighth anniversary of this blog. I thought I’d get bored of blogging by now. I thought no one would read it. I thought no one would like it. None of those turned out to be true. All the writing, all the memories. I’m incredibly horny all the time. My cunt is excited all the time. It wants to be filled all the time. Memory is powerful. My cunt is needy.

Also around the same time, it is the second anniversary of our free-use. I thought we’d get bored of that too, bored of being interrupted, tired of being used. I thought our cunts and asses would be worse for wear for all the sex. I thought someone would drop out or it would fold. None of those turned out to be true either. Over time, we grew to need more cock, we grew to need more use. My cunt is needier than ever.

Even an eight person gang bang didn’t sate it. It’s lust to be taken, it’s lust to be filled was growing more and more, and my asshole wasn’t far behind.

Ever since my husband and I got together, he liked marking and celebrating anniversaries, even sexualising anniversaries that weren’t sexual in themselves. He liked doing things to take me over and over again. I had a lust for a filled cunt, for a stretched asshole. And he always made anniversaries count.

The anniversary of us getting together is always celebrated on our own, just the two of us, emphasising our closeness and bond. But since our tenth anniversary of being together, he’s required me to orgasm the same number of times as the anniversary. This year, fourteen. He’s got 24 hours, but there’s just him. We both have to take the day off work. It is so tiring. Satisfying, but tiring.

He uses a spreader bar to keep my legs spread, to keep my cunt available to his hand, to his mouth, to his cock. My cunt barely has time to recover from cumming before he starts again. It gets so sensitive. My cunt needs him to stop, is crying out for him to stop. He knows the fight I have between cunt and brain. And he knows the brain will win. The cunt will have to put up with it. The cunt craves it really. I have orgasms to have. It has no choice.

And those orgasms arrive, as sure as night follows day. He forces my cunt through its refusal, til that orgasm builds again, til my cunt spasms again, gets wet again, sometimes even squirts. It gets milked again for every drop of girl cum, every drop of squirt.

It’s relentless. He’s relentless. I love relentless. My cunt loves it somewhat less. Still, it doesn’t have much choice.

And this year, we mirrored that first evening when we got together. We went out for an Indian (although this time, I had his cum dripping out of my cunt all the time we were eating). We watched a comedy DVD (the same one as fourteen years ago, although this time, he played with my cunt, he wanked me the entire time we were watching it).

Then we kissed, properly snogged. Although this time, the snogs were accompanied by hard wanking. I came mid snog. One of the fourteen. He didn’t stop snogging me. Or wanking me. I was his. He was doing as he wanted. And my body loved it. My cunt loved it.

Right throughout the day, more often than not, my cunt was filled. Cock when it was able, fingers or dildos when it wasn’t. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t think. I was just a creator of wetness in his hands. I had no will. I just did as he wanted. My cunt just did what it was told.

I can’t explain how overwhelming it was, how much he just played my body like an instrument, over and over on a whim. It’s almost like he was reminding me every second that I used to think I was a one and done girl, reminding me that he made me this way, made me crave his cock, made me cum over and over. I felt like I was just about hanging on, doing what he wanted, proving again that I was his.

I had lost track of where I was, what my cumming tally was. I didn’t have to worry. I knew he’d get me the fourteen. But today was all consuming, today was wanking for wanking’s sake, today was planned to keep me sexually on the edge for the entire day. And my body had no choice. My brain wasn’t going to make him stop, he wasn’t going to stop.

As my cunt came again, just by his fingers this time, he shot me a loving smile, before ploughing four fingers into my cunt again, vigorous, powerful. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, crying out as he milked my tired and overused cunt. I heard a “Just one more, slut” from his soothing voice, my cunt’s ordeal was nearly over.

He briefly stopped whilst he pulled me onto his lap, his erect cock impaling my already lubed asshole as I sat, his hands reaching round my body to both continue the four finger cunt fuck and grope and paw at my already tender tits.

The filth being spoken into my ear, the aching and throbbing of my tits, my asshole being stretched by his still enormous cock, his four fingers filling my cunt and abusing my clit as they fucked it. It overwhelmed me yet again, and I came, hard, extended, not even allowed to finish that orgasm until his fingers decided. He dragged it out. As I stopped cumming, I came up for air.

It wasn’t just fourteen orgasms, it was almost the entire day of being masturbated, groped, tits manhandled, cock in all three holes (often with neither of us cumming, just for the penetration). I couldn’t settle, couldn’t relax even for a second. I was kept on that sexual high all day, I was kept on a submissive high all day (even in the restaurant, he managed it, not least through the cum trickling out of my cunt all the time I was there, my blouse being slightly more open than I’d ideally have liked and the fact that I had a sizeable, slightly uncomfortable butt plug in). I was even penetrated whilst I prepared the other meals of the day. There was literally no rest.

And my poor nipples were punished early on. Manuscript clips, foldback clips, squashing each nipple, the pain of them being applied, fading to a dull throbbing pain, and then the pain of them being removed and the blood rushing back into them. And all the time I endured that, he was masturbating me, almost trying to wipe away the pain with ecstasy from my cunt. Meticulous. Loving. Endurance.

I lost track of time right throughout the day. I lost track of orgasms after the first couple too. The intensity was like nothing he’s ever done. So completely overwhelming. I felt I was fighting just to remain present in the moment, and sometimes I didn’t succeed. Sometimes I drifted away, only to be brought back by an orgasm.

And once I’d had fourteen, and they were fourteen hard orgasms too, once the time slipped past midnight, he put me to bed, intending me to be alone to recover. I cried. I didn’t want him to leave me. So intense had the day been that I wasn’t emotionally able to be alone.

So instead, he spooned me, gripping on to a tit as he often does. It was familiar. It was comforting. It was what I needed. I finally slept, happy, sated, owned, his.

Cunt Worship And Queening Chairs (Part Two)

12 October 2020 /

I’ve already written about the three easier steps that Olivia laid out for embracing Cunt Worship. These are more of a challenge.

Fourthly, my husband always wanted to lick my cunt a lot more, but there were two issues. Firstly, I didn’t appreciate the act in its own right, and just wanted him to hurry up and get on to making me cum. Secondly, my aches and pains were always a blocker. So, for us, finding a Queening Chair was the key to much longer and sustained cunt lickings.

After trying both types of Queening Chair in France, they had distinctly different uses, so I was greedy and wanted both. The French engineer built and shipped both to us, and they arrived about a month after we got back. He even modified them a little, to include clips for holding spreader bars for my ankles or wrists and other clips to secure cuffs for my ankles or wrists behind my shoulders. I would have previously been horrified at the thought of my wrists being bound, but I liked this concept and potential here.

Olivia felt we needed to make the Queening Chairs a big focus of our Cunt Worship, by using them regularly. I intended to do that anyway, but channelling that enthusiasm meant a lot of cunt focus. She thought we could easily get up to an hour at a time licking me out, and that she considers an hour to be the minimum time a cunt should be licked for as a worship session. She also suggested I might at times like to use a mask, ear and nose plugs to deprive myself of my senses, to really focus me on my cunt.

The Queening Chairs are so comfortable that I can sit there and have my cunt worked for hours, and both Vicki and my husband now work my cunt for over an hour at a time. Vicki in particular seems to be addicted to my cunt, so will be down there savouring its taste, its smell, and its look for hours.

I find it relaxing to just close my eyes and let whoever get on with it.  The contact and the feeling of closeness is great, and I have got used to orgasming and then having more contact immediately after, a circumstance where I used to want my cunt left alone. I am very sensitive to touch, and feel every little touch, every lick, and every suck. It is very intense, but I’ve just embraced this intensity and now enjoy it.

Victoria and my husband are both so careful and so diligent in the way they work my cunt, paying attention to every part of it. I quite often can’t believe I didn’t want this for so long over the years – all that pleasure I missed out on.

I had several unsuccessful attempts at getting a mask that worked to block out the visuals, so I reluctantly went for a garment that I wasn’t planning to go near – hoods. I found a correctly sized cock-sucker hood, which is a full head neoprene hood with a large hole over the mouth through which you can breathe, or a cock can be inserted; there is no other holes, so that combined with a pair of good earplugs and a pair of good nose plugs means sight, smell and sound are all totally removed. Once I got the hood, it achieved what Olivia talked out, which was a total focussing of all your sensory capacity on touch, and if all that touch is only to your cunt, it produces the most amazing sensory experience, almost overwhelming at times, and makes you feel, for that period, that you are truly totally focussed on your cunt and that everything does indeed go through your cunt.

Fifthly, we needed to learn cunt massage. It is often called Yoni Massage or Vulva Massage and is predominantly an emotional thing rather than a sexual thing. I have been known to cum whilst he’s doing it, but normally I don’t and cumming isn’t really the aim.

There are lots of things to try, but I’ve found the best is for him to start massaging my tits, starting with the outer fleshy parts, moving on to my areolas but leaving my nipples alone for at least a couple of minutes. Once he does get to them, he squeezes, pinches and tugs at them.

Then he heads down my body over my belly, massaging as he goes, occasionally revisiting my nipples along the way, and after a suitable time period, he gets down to my pubic mound, which he again massages and strokes. I normally have my eyes closed by this point to focus on his work.

Then he heads lower and starts massaging my cunt. using techniques like circling (where he circles my clit with larger and smaller circles without touching it much), cupping (where he cups my cunt, making circular motions, then flattening out his hand to increase pressure), pushing and pulling (where he pushes down on my clit, making small repetitive movements or pulls down the side of my clit with his finger), rolling (where he rolls my clit between finger and thumb, eventually like he is trying to snap it off) and tugging (where he tugs on various parts of my cunt, pulling it away from my body – parts include my clit, my lips, my hood and anything else he can find).

Once this is done, he moves to massage the inside of my cunt, inserting fingers and massaging the inside using small circular movements and changing the speed from fast to slow. He tries to massage every part of my cunt that he can reach, ending up with my G-spot using a “come to me” type finger shape. The aim isn’t to make me cum, but I can do and have.

He sometimes combines the G-spot massage with the clitoral massage, and that can make me squirt. There is a big emotional difference between squirting in the full-on heat of a good fuck and squirting in the process of a cunt massage. He can now make me do both and regularly does, but a squirt under massage feels like much more of a gentle controlled almost coaxed release.

Sixthly, and to the most controversial thing Olivia said. Newer cunt worship, mostly powered by porn, has the woman in total control with the man worshipping her cunt. In more old-fashioned style Cunt Worship, in which both of us (or now all three of us) worship the cunt, she said that I needed to understand that my cunt belongs to my husband (and as it turns out to Vicki) as much as to me; the implication is that we all have an equal right to worship it whenever and wherever we like, and that, as the bearer of the cunt, I have to make it available for worship whenever wanted, and I should display it whenever possible.

This feels like a seismic loss of bodily autonomy; a transfer of rights to my cunt away from me and gets even more interesting when you bring Vicki into things. After all, if we all worship both her cunt and mine, this rule would mean I have just as much right to Vicki’s cunt than to my own. Very strange indeed and a bit disturbing, but Olivia said this was critical to proper (in her mind) Cunt Worship.

Vicki and I are certainly not ready for that at the moment, but we do certainly do the other five. I need to talk to Olivia again to find out why she feels six is so important. Neither Vicki nor I are saying never, just not now.

Without A Word

10 April 2020 /

I think Victoria has settled in perfectly. It was only a few days after she had formally moved in, and she came in from work more than a little stressed and not wanting to chat. But it turned out she did want to fuck.

She came into the lounge to find my husband slumped on the sofa watching television and me sitting at the desk doing some admin, both of us naked.

She sank to her knees in front of my husband, moved his legs apart, and then shuffled in between them. She undid the buttons of her blouse, and then pulled it off over her head, releasing her 32GG tits. They sprang and rebounded as she pulled them free of the garment, and they oscillated in a very pleasing way, grabbing his attention away from what he was watching. I wasn’t sure for how much of the day she had been without a bra, but her blouse was quite thin, so I suspect she had used her tits as a distraction technique at work.

She grabbed his cock with her right hand, and lowered her head to meet it, first licking up and down his cock, and particularly round behind his glans, a manoeuvre she knows will immediately bring his cock to attention. She sprinkled in some sucking, focussing on sucking his big head into her mouth and rolling her tongue round it, and finally some serious milking his cock, long strokes with her fingers forming a tight ring around its shaft as she continued to suck in his head. It jumped to attention pretty quickly, and under the ministerings of her hands and mouth, it was getting very hard and very long.

She stood up, and in one swift fluid movement, she continued to pump at his cock with her hand, she clambered onto his lap, lifted up her skirt so it gathered at her waist, and lowered her eager cunt onto his erect cock.

She leant forward, pressing her tits into his chest as she started to ride up and down on his cock. The leaning forward gave me a superb view from behind of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt. What a wondrous sight it was – a close-up view of actual penetration in action. He saw me intently watching her display, so he decided to enhance it by roughly pulling apart her ass cheeks with his hands, improving the already fabulous view by adding her stretched asshole.

I sat closely watching her cunt and asshole for a number of minutes, putting my hands to my cunt, and rubbing my own clit and lips. As the noise level increased from the other two, I heard the noises of him trying to hold on as long as possible before he orgasmed. Vicki recognised the noises too, so her motions riding his cock got much faster and her noise level got much louder, until eventually he stopped her moving and drove his cock deep into her cunt, and I saw the tell-tale pulsing of his muscles and they both made noises that clearly signified he was cumming.

As they breathed quite heavily but lay otherwise motionless, I saw an opportunity for me to not be left out. I left the room, loaded myself into my harness and loaded a dildo into the harness that I know Vicki’s asshole can take, and armed with some lube and a lube syringe, I returned to the lounge.

My husband was making small rocking movements, trying to bring his cock back to life. He saw my strap-on ready to go, and he pulled her cheeks wide apart to improve my access. I sprayed some lube onto her asshole. She didn’t react and continued to lay pressed against him as I emptied the lube syringe into her asshole. Then I nudged the end of the lubed dildo against her asshole, and with my husband stretching it wide, it was easy for the tip of the dildo to slip into her asshole and with a steady even pressure, I pushed the dildo all the way in.

Vicki yelped a little yelp of pleasure as I pushed the dildo home. I love making her make that noise. I started long strokes, slamming into her ass at each inwards stroke. I also felt my husband making his small rocking movements, clearly trying to improve the structural integrity of his cock.

The greedy slut loves both holes being filled, and my silicone cock would wait for his real cock to come back to life, something that happened fairly quickly. Luckily, I was feeling quite well today, so I had enough stamina to be able to give her a long hard pegging, and with a long hard pegging quickly come my rolling orgasms, wave after wave of orgasms as the end of the dildo connects with my increasingly tender clit. My rolling orgasms died away eventually, at about the same time that his cock got really hard and totally filled her, and she started moaning really loudly at the feeling.

My husband synchronised his thrusts with mine, so that we both thrust in at the same time and both pulled out at the same time. This gave her the sensation of having both holes really filled, going quickly to both holes gapingly empty. She orgasmed a couple of times in quick succession, but neither my husband nor I slowed to allow her a chance to recover; we knew her cunt would be really sensitive by now, but that wasn’t stopping us.

Normally, I tire from the physical exertion before her clit can’t take any more, but not today. She eventually begged us to give her clit a break, which we did after her next orgasm. My husband withdrew his cock from her cunt as I withdrew the strap-on from her asshole, and then he rolled her over onto her front so that she was lying on him. He grabbed a tit in each hand and lightly held her in place by them, giving her clit the rest she asked for.

I remembered a discussion he and I had a while ago, and I got what he had in mind. I nipped out of the room and returned with her high-powered mains wand, which I plugged in.

He then started holding her tits firmer and her lower half started flailing around as she squirmed. Amongst the squirming, I grabbed her hips, lifted her legs up so her knees were over my shoulders and lined up my silicone cock with her asshole again (this time with her the other way up), impaling her asshole with a little re-lubing of the dildo.

That significantly reduced her squirming, but her squirming increased again when I applied her wand to her already fragile and overused clit. I pinned her legs either side of my tits as I increased the power of the wand to its maximum, mercilessly holding the wand against her clit as she shrieked as it all got too much.

And then the magic happened. Quite forcefully, and in a vertical direction (as enforced by the dildo in her ass), she began to squirt. It was a fountain of sweet sticky liquid spraying up and mostly covering me and her chest. I held the wand in exactly the same position until the fountain started to drop, then I moved it around trying to extract every last drop of squirt out of her poor body.

When the fountain finally stopped, I removed the wand from her clit, and we all stayed in position, breathless and very happy, none of us in a desperate rush to clean up. The whole session was completed without a word being uttered, such is our friendship, love, and knowledge of each other.

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