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Pegtember: Taking The Tentacle (Update 2)

12 September 2026 / / 2 Comments

My husband was, so far, taking his daily peggings well, and he was enjoying our gentle foray into feminisation, proper women’s panties, tiny skirts, stocking and suspenders were all adding to the appeal of the peggings for him, and I have to say, us women were loving the feminisation, and the degradation of the spitting and drooling was playing well with him and us too.

Sunday (6th) was no day of rest for my husband’s poor abused asshole. By now, his asshole was complaining, sore, stretched, but we had to be so careful. If we injured his asshole, it would be game over. But it is hard when we are so excited, and his asshole so accepting. At the rate we were going, he would be pegged for well over forty hours by the end of this, and his asshole had to last.

Stacey came back to do the rimming and spitting, and was joined by Ella, as we decided to do two twenty minute rimming sessions to soothe him, and the girls checked in with him to ensure he was happy to carry on. Saturday was intense, and Sunday would be no walkover, as Sara was on a flying visit, and stayed overnight to peg my husband along with me and Ella, and on that day, I gave Sara the honour of the massive dildo at the end, and she fucked his poor asshole hard and mercilessly. On her arrival, she was wearing her own baby blue tie-sided bikini style panties, which it turns out she had worn for three straight days to prepare them for this evening, masturbating into them three times a day, cumming into them three times a day and pulling them over her messy cunt each day after her husband fucked her whilst pulling them aside. She held them to my husband’s nose whilst Ella drooled on his asshole and then started his pegging, and then Sara re-tied them to fit my husband, and put them on him, pulling them aside for us to further peg him, just like her husband pulled them aside to fuck her. All the while she was pegging my husband, she was talking about her panties full of girl cum, and how only sissies would cum hard from wearing her dirty panties and from being ass fucked by a number of wonderful voluptuous women. Her language was vicious, her pegging even more so, and my poor husband came and came. She was particularly nasty with the large dildo, and you should have seen her eyes when she saw the tentacle dildo he had ordered. She had no plans to come to peg him again, but that changed her mind.

Monday (7th) arrived, and Sara did the first twenty minute aftercare soothing sloppy anilingus, before she set off for the rest of her day. I did the other twenty minutes. I was hopeful the tentacle would arrive, but there was no joy, and it fell to Anna and Helen, with a little bit of me, to punish his asshole that evening with what we already had. At one point, Helen told him to stop whimpering, as this wasn’t even a quarter over, and his asshole wasn’t going to survive this. He came. Helen picked out the panties and stockings and suspenders, lacy black bikini panties, that they moved aside to peg him, over matching black stockings and suspenders. He also had the cock cage. Anna wanted that. As his second wife, she could see long term use of that. She particularly enjoyed sliding the steel into his urethra, an act that, on his part, demonstrates the utmost trust. And they both spanked him, in between the peggings, in between playing with his caged cock. As we were all called to be with our second husbands overnight, I left them to it part way through, and Helen and Anna both shared the warm-ups and the brute, before Anna stayed with him overnight, spooning him and loving him, whilst keeping him caged well beyond the pegging, and Helen went off to be ass fucked by Tanya’s husband.

Tuesday (8th) and Rose’s husband gave me my Submissive Sodomy whilst my husband gave Anna hers, and at her request, he still had the panties on. Anna then did the twenty minute analingus session (with the panties pulled aside) before going off to work, and Ella did the other one. I arrived home to find the tentacle dildo, unwrapped and on display. And I’d use it on his asshole that night. I sent a picture of it to Nikki, and she vowed to come up and use it on his asshole. But that night, the pleasure was all mine, with him warmed up by Ella and Laura. I’ve never lubed an asshole so much as I did that night. The tentacle was, quite simple, huge, a highly textured brute. I teased my husband all day about it, and in the moment, he was scared. But he knows I know how to manage his asshole. I’m eight days in. I have twenty two to go, so I’m not going to injure him. Yes, I’m going to push him and I’m absolutely going to train him. And that started at the end of a long and hard warm-up pegging from the girls. Its shape kind of pushed and stretched his asshole naturally as it started to go in. It stretched, it twinged a little, and his eyes moistened as I slowly pushed in. Ella nudged at his face, kissed and snuggled him telling him how well he was doing and repeating the “take it like a girl” line, perfectly mentally stretching him. I got over half way in, more than I was expecting, and then I fucked that little bit pushing it a little extra in each time, before finally admitting his asshole had taken enough for a first try. Ella still kissed him telling him he was a perfect girl, with sexy pink girly panties and a dildo up his ass, not just any dildo, a massive tentacle one.

Wednesday (9th) saw Ella back for sloppy analingus (she was rather enjoying it, especially the demeaning spitting and drooling), and Carla on the second leg, and Carla and Anna for the evening, with each of them doing a bit of tentacle work as well as me. They both got so excited about it and I know they’ll be on for full steam fucks when he can take it. The end of the dildo is huge though, so I didn’t know when he would be able to take it all the way. They put him in the cock cage, his urethra again being invaded by a stick of steel, and whichever one of them wasn’t fucking his asshole was playing with the cage, pinching and squeezing his balls and teasing his metal caged cock. You think his asshole was suffering, but his cock was too, caged, stopped from cumming and tortured by two women with an evil streak. He barely survived the evening, and clearly needed some cock sucking aftercare, Carla doing the honours, as well as the twenty minute sloppy rimmings the following morning. Anna spooned him for a bit immediately after his pegging, as I was required to be bred by the farm hand. Fitting all this pegging in with our free-use commitments takes some work!

Thursday (10th) saw me sucking so much cum out of his poor cock, and Stacey and Anna providing the rimming sessions, and Stacey was back for the evening, with Poppy, another new pegger, but Stacey had picked it up quickly and I was able to help out with teaching Poppy too. That session was long, but was calmer than some in recent days. Don’t get me wrong, he was pegged hard, but there was less frenzy, and that was quite fun. His cock was caged again, with whoever wasn’t pegging him gently playing with it, the teasing was just as bad for him though, the pain of not being able to cum was forefront as the pegging hit hard. But I had the tentacle, and wanted to make progress on getting it further in his ass. I was pressing into his ass hard, smooth, but not slamming, and I think Poppy realised what I was doing and kissed him and played with his balls in her hands, distracting him from the stretching his asshole was feeling.

He moaned a little at the pressure on his asshole, but Stacey dropped to her knees and said calmly in his ear (whilst Poppy was still kissing him) that “he was such a Good Girl, and if he took that tentacle all the way in, she’d piss for him, sexily, confidently, openly, whenever he wanted, however he wanted, she’d let him hold her cunt lips open to view, to taste, to enjoy. She’d become his own little piss slut any time he wanted if he just gets that little old tentacle all the way in.” God, she knows how to give him an incentive. As I pushed further in, she carried on sexily speaking to him, whilst stroking his hair, telling him “to make his asshole a big slut, like her pisshole would be for him. Imagine watching her bright yellow stream streak across the air, imagine drinking her warm sweet yellow piss directly from her pisshole.” I don’t know about him, I was still nearly cumming at what she was saying. She looked at me and saw me push it a little further in. She carried on, telling him he was almost there, calling him a Good Girl once again, a Good Sexy Girl. As I pushed in again, making his body shudder with the stretching, Poppy broke off kissing him and offered to piss for him too. “Not just once”, she said, and looking at Stacey, she added, “neither of us are just once”. She then looked at me, applying constant pressure to his asshole, willing the last bit in, and she added “Just like Mira pisses for you. Think how much you love that. And you’ll have two more.” She guessed I pissed for him. She was right. Mind you, Anna does too, and some of the other women. Still, it was a good incentive.

As I pushed it in, he rasped, amongst hard breathing, “Get it in, piss queens.” Instead of constant pressure, I started slow strokes, him yelping at each one, a yelp I wouldn’t normally ignore, but he’s made his wishes clear. Each stroke crept a millimetre further in, until suddenly it slid all the way in. He cried out, and I held the dildo as deep in him as I could. Stacey stroked his hair, and told him she was proud of his panty clad ass. Poppy told him he was such a good ass slut, and I, well, I was fighting to keep the tentacle buried deep in his asshole.

Once I got my breath back, I told him I was going to do a dozen slow strokes, ending all the way in, before I pulled out for tonight, and handed over to his new piss queens for a dozen each from them, and so I began, slowly, rhythmically, pushing all the way in, then pulling all the way out. As we passed a dozen, the pushing in got easier, and we hit twenty, the slams got harder, and the poor man, cock still caged and plugged, took all 36 deep strokes with the monster tentacle in his stride. Stacey pulled out of him, leaving his asshole quite sore, and Poppy removed the cock cage and gave him a blow job until he came, until he was finally able to unload the contents of his big heavy balls. I spooned him that night as well, big spoon to cuddle him. He deserved it. I think he needed it. And that night wasn’t the night to make these women piss for him either, no matter how much he wanted to.

It is clear that he is needing more aftercare on the night after a pegging, not his asshole directly, but loving, caring, cuddling. He’ll definitely get what he needs. It is also clear the morning after spitting and lickings are absolutely needed, to both soothe and moisten his abused hole. Maybe even three will be needed by the end. This is a marathon, not a sprint.

Pegtember: Tiny Skirts, Women’s Panties and Massive Dildos (Update 1)

6 September 2026 / / 4 Comments

We interrupt the normal posting schedule for our first Pegtember update. Five days in, and my husband’s ass has already been pegged for nearly eight hours in total. The general consensus of the girls is they want to average over an hour a day, with more than two hours on a Saturday, or Party Night as were calling it. That’s a really harsh amount for his asshole to take, I mean each pegging hour is harder on the asshole than an hour of anal by cock just because the materials involved are not natural and are more rigid, but he’s done it so far. It’s my birthday present and he always does his best to give me what I want. Which is why I asked him for another (late) Birthday Present, a fantasy tentacle dildo. To use on his asshole. He bought it immediately, obviously. Should arrive any day now.

Tuesday (1st) started with him finding the Pegtember box in his office and coming downstairs wearing delightful women’s pink satin crotchless panties, completely failing to contain his cock, and waving some stockings around. Quite simply, if I wanted him to wear stockings, he’d have to have his legs being waxed. Fabulous idea, and it felt like a real step forward. I asked on the group chat if anyone had waxing strips, but Stacey suggested I call the village mobile beauty therapist Tasha, who does a lot of emergency work. Initially, she said no, but when I mentioned it was the next step in my husband’s feminisation, she said she’d be round in minutes.

When she arrived, he was wearing only a standard man’s t-shirt and the women’s pink satin crotchless panties, and nothing more. She had him stand and removed the panties, so she could inspect what she had to do. He was, of course, cleared of hair in the “boy shorts” area by electrolysis some years ago, so her waxing task was straight forward. Something Tasha always does to make customers calmer is to slip her skirt and panties off to match their nakedness with hers. So, naked from the waist down, she cracked on immediately, and was about halfway done when Laura and Victoria arrived. Given Tasha knew what was going on, and was half naked, Laura and Vicki took their tops off and changed into their teeny skirts and strap-on harnesses, loaded with the first dildos, appearing just as Tasha was finishing his legs off and checking to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. Her checking included his cock and balls (a few times), and over his ass cheeks and down his ass crack, none of which she actually waxed. I took this as a cue to ask her if she wanted to stay for the pegging, and she said she could only stay a bit.

Laura, Vicki and Tasha quickly got him dressed for the pegging. Laura put on his white stockings and suspenders, taking great joy in how they slipped so easily up his perfectly smooth legs, Tasha put back on to him the pink satin crotchless panties she removed earlier (thus ensuring his panties were over his suspenders, as they should be for any Good Girl), and Vicki put on to him his obscenely short tartan skirt and thin white girly blouse. This was a schoolgirl outfit, that would only be improved if he had tits.

He was bent over the arm of the sofa, into the position we were going to peg him in, and Laura parted his ass cheeks, displaying his pucker for the first time, whilst I lubed his asshole, lavish amounts, including pushing it deep with my fingers. Then, in a degrading piece of symbolism I know he loves, I drooled onto his asshole, rubbing it in. Laura and Vicki each spat on his pucker and rubbed it in, and even Tasha drooled on his asshole and rubbed it in. She looked so cute, being bottomless and rubbing her drool into his pucker. She had a beautiful cunt and ass, and was totally hairless from the waist down, as you might expect from someone who waxes for a living.

Well, Laura and Vicki were insatiable. They fucked his asshole so hard, all while a bottomless Tasha was watching, and when I let her out, I invited her to come back another day and take part. She started to say no, and then instead went for maybe. Laura and Vicki carried on until his asshole was well stretched, well ready for me and the largest dildo he can take all of at full speed, a 9 inch long 7½ inch circumference realistic looking cock with big weighty balls that slam into his body on each stroke. I am training his asshole to take a larger one, and I’m not far off getting there. I’d use that larger one the next day, but I wanted his first pegging to be all full speed, full power and full length. I think what made Laura and Vicki fuck him that hard, apart from the excitement, was that schoolgirl outfit, and in particular the women’s pink satin crotchless panties. He looked so sexy with his cock escaping from panties not made for it, and with the tiny skirt flipped up to show his ass, our usual position. Laura and in particular Vicki had wanted him to wear a skirt and panties for pegging for so long, and each and every dildo was inserted through the gap and he was fucked very very hard.

Wednesday (2nd) started with me licking his asshole, a simple piece of aftercare that we agreed beforehand, twenty minutes of sloppy analingus to soothe his misused asshole, including quite a lot of spitting and drooling on his asshole, something he finds invigorating, but quite degrading. I don’t want to overdo the spitting and drooling, but it will be a part of every pegging and every rimming, he loves it that much, he loves the degradation, and his asshole does need to be soothed. I checked he was OK with what happened, every element, and that he enjoyed himself. He thoroughly did. Only 29 more peggings to go.

The evenings peggers were Carla and late replacement Paula, who came in as Anna had to be away for the night. Paula had never pegged anyone before, so she had some lessons from Carla and me, and she soon got in the swing of it. And this day was his first wearing the Gates of Hell cock cage with built-in Penis Plug. I have to admit I nearly came helping Carla to put it on him, lubing his urethra and inserting the long stainless steel cumstopper. He is used to sounding, but normally him doing it, not someone else. The rod was snug, as it was meant to be, and he was struggling before even one peg occurred. We put an obscenely short skirt and a teeny virginal white thong on him, cotton but so small his cage would never be contained, and then Carla spanked and paddled him a few dozen times, before Paula moved the thong aside to lube his asshole. Much lubing and finger penetration later, and we all three spat on his asshole before Paula pushed in the dildo. It was her first ever pegging session, and she really got in the hang of a hard pegging quite quickly, really fucking his asshole vigorously and mercilessly. Carla went next, Paula had another go, and then Carla ended up with the huge dildo I ended the session with the previous day. That is because I was deploying his latest nemesis, one he couldn’t take all the way, one I was training him for, and one I was determined he’d be able to take soon, well before the end of Pegtember. This is a 10 inch long 8 ¾ inch diameter brute, again realistic, but this time, the balls are large, heavy and move independently of the dildo like real balls do. Like all the other dildos, I made him suck it first, and lubed it in front of him, as Paula relubed his asshole. I normally ask him during training how far he wanted me to go, but not today. I told him he was going to this take more and further in than he ever had before. Saying the size really emphasised what was about to invade his asshole, and his cock did move, although was severely restricted by the cage.

I was very gentle, pushing it in, all the time talking to him about what a Good Girl he was, and how much he had taken. I reached the point where he yelped last time, and he hadn’t, so I pulled back out and pushed in again a little further, until he yelped. I stopped, stroked his hair and told him how proud I was, and how he only needed to take a little more, and then I withdrew and pushed in again, again pushing a little further than before. He yelped again, and Carla said he was so close, and a good cock caged girly like him could take the last half inch of length, and I pulled out and pushed back in again, this time ignoring his yelp mere millimetres from being all the way in. He felt the balls touch his ass and he knew. I held it all the way in as Paula praised and kissed him and Carla played with his cock cage, and then I pulled out and pushed all the way in again. He didn’t yelp. Again, Paula kissed him and Carla played with his balls as I did stroke after stroke, all gentle, but pushing all the way in, with a brief pause before pulling out again. This wasn’t yet a hard slamming ass fuck, but it would be soon.

I was doing stroke after stroke until Carla stopped me, with the dildo buried all the way, and she kissed him and told him he’d had fifty full penetrations with this monster, and did he want to end with a couple of dozen slightly faster ones. He was sweating, and just nodded. So I started, slightly faster, a slight slam at the end, and his grunting was showing the effect. And he managed all 24, and I felt that was enough for the day. Carla removed the cock cage and then gave him a blow job until he came in her mouth, something she shared with Paula and me.

The next day, Thursday (3rd), I did the twenty minute aftercare rimming and drooling session right after he gave me my morning Submissive Sodomy, and the evening peggers were Laura and Ella, Ella too not being experienced at pegging. We made him wear the cock cage and a tiny mesh florescent pink thong, which again didn’t handle the cage, and the blouse, but no skirt. Laura gets up some speed with pegging, and Ella, being young and energetic, wasn’t far behind. There was lots of slamming before, inevitably, I donned the 10 inch long 8 ¾ inch diameter again, starting slowly, but fully in after only four strokes, a few more slower ones, and then the bulk of the strokes at the fastest pace from yesterday. Ella and Laura were alternating between encouraging him and watching the brute impale him. When I thought I was well past 50 strokes, I stopped, pressing the dildo into his asshole, and asked him if he wanted faster. As if he was going to say no, I told Ella to count the 24, and I set about slamming the dildo into his asshole harder. If I’m honest, I wasn’t far off full speed, and his asshole took it. Sometimes, I’m amazed what his asshole can take. Clearly his cock suffered in the cage, and his asshole was really stretched, so after his asshole was emptied, I cuddled him and said how amazing he was whilst Ella sucked his cock clear of cum, again her sharing it with Laura and me.

Friday (4th) saw Ella pop in to do the rimming, with us both doing the spitting and drooling, and I did a quick check-in with him after that. The evening was a cage free one with him cumming a load all over the place whilst being pegged. The white cotton virginal thong was back, as were Carla and Victoria, and it was a first outing for the French Maid’s outfit. I was fairly broken, from a whole day of free-use as the only woman available all day, so I just watched as Vicki and Carla swapped, until Carla ended up with the brute, and she only did a couple of warm up strokes before slamming in hard. He yelped and, she slapped his ass, telling him to not be a wimp and to take this monster like a girl. He was almost in tears, but he took every stroke, every slam and his cock in such a mess. Vicki had to clean him up, whilst Carla told him how much she enjoyed doing that to him, but I’d slam even harder tomorrow. I wasn’t sure I could manage that, but I’d give it a try.

Saturday (5th) saw Carla do the sloppy analingus, and the evening we decided was Pegging Party Night, his asshole being the centre of attention. The twist here was that as someone stopped pegging him, he had to lick her asshole whilst his asshole was lubed for the next dildo, and with every change of pegger, that person would degrade him a little by spitting or drooling on his asshole and rubbing it in before pushing the dildo in. On duty were Laura, Victoria, Paula, Stacey and me. It was Stacey’s first experience pegging a man, and she had been wrecked by him earlier in the day, a four hour fucking session where she came so so much. He had the bright pink crotchless women’s bikini panties on, and his cock poked out of the waistband, meaning his cum sprayed all over his belly as we pegged him. I did my best at full speed slamming with the monster, and Stacey had a go too. What have we unleashed in this girl? He took the hard slams with the monster easier than the day before, meaning he was getting used to it. He needed to because the tentacle is even bigger. His asshole was being fucked for over 2½ hours, and as soon as everyone left, I got to be big spoon, giving him some love after his ordeal. It’s only day 5. 25 to go. His asshole simply had to manage.

I’ll do another update in a good few days. The first five days were hard on his asshole, and there was much degradation, but it will get harder as his asshole is used up more. I do have to say though he has thoroughly enjoyed it so far, he’s cum so much, he’s loved wearing the panties and women’s clothes, he’s loved the demeaning spitting, drooling and language and he loves the cock cage, particularly the rod down his urethra. And remember, this is MY birthday present. My mind is working on what his birthday present might be……

Pegtember: Power Shift

1 September 2026 / / 2 Comments

Oh, my husband’s asshole is so going to massively regret this.

A couple of months ago, he asked what I wanted for my birthday. I think he was thinking something nice to wear, perhaps something to show my body off, or a new sex toy or piece of kit for our sex room. What I replied was that I wanted him to complete Pegtember. He gave it a little consideration, and then said OK, if that is what I wanted. It was, and then, in a flash of inspiration and without massively thinking about it, I told him I wanted him in Girl Mode every time we pegged him, panties, skirts, costumes, that sort of thing. He looked a little wide eyed, but told me it was my birthday present, and if I wanted to peg him with him in a skirt or panties, so be it. I don’t think he really thought it through.

For those who don’t know, Pegtember is an event where someone is pegged every single day of September. Thirty consecutive peggings. Now, he’s normally pegged once a week, sometimes twice, normally Laura, Victoria and me, sometimes Carla and me, sometimes Anna and me. As you may remember, my body isn’t up to giving his ass the seeing to I think it deserves, so I get support. They get to do the long hard warm up, and I normally get to finish with the monster, the big dildo, the one that really stretches his asshole. Long satisfying pegging for him, building up through dildo sizes until I arrive with the huge one. Win-win for me, getting to watch him get near, then getting to use the huge one on him as a finale.

But a whole month. Thirty days, not missing a single session, will be hard for his ass. Mind you, I get sodomised every day, so he owes me, right?

I told the girls. I told them I needed at least one of them every single night to support me in his pegging, ideally two. I know some people do shorter peggings for Pegtember, to help the poor peggee’s asshole get through it, but I’m not. I want long, full, brutal peggings just like normal. Just more of them, just every day for a month. He’s always pushing me to take longer, harder, bigger. Now it’s his turn.

We started putting names in the calendar, and I realised I’m away working (well, fucking in the name of work) for a few days in September, so the girls agreed to peg him in my absence, live on video for me to watch and masturbate to in the comfort of my hotel room. There were lots of volunteers for pegging him, and the girls insisted on a 45 minute minimum pegging each and every day, whether I was there or not. I happily and eagerly agreed, after all it wasn’t my asshole, although I suspect my asshole will pay over the long term. It’s used to it. He’d have no choice but to agree, he’d have no choice other than to take whatever pegging we wanted to mete out.

We made up a Pegtember box for him. All the strap-on harnesses and dildos. Lube, lots and lots of lube. And women’s panties to fit him, panties I’d bought specifically for Pegtember. Proper girly panties. Tiny thongs, crotchless panties, open-backed panties, ones that wouldn’t hold his cock, thongs we would move aside to penetrate him, crotchless and open-backed ones we’d fuck through.

Also in there is a French Maid’s outfit and a Schoolgirl outfit I made for him, complete with stockings and suspenders I bought for him. I’ve been meaning to sort these outfits out for so long, and this was the excuse to get my sewing machine out. Paula and Laura wanted to peg him in a French Maid’s outfit, Anna and Victoria is a Schoolgirl one. All four will have their way. There were tiny skirts like he has me wearing, including some of the indecent variety I often wear at home, and a blouse, one for someone with tiny tits.

This Girl Mode shouldn’t be a surprise if you read my post about buying him panties and short skirts earlier in the year. He’s worn the panties a lot, and the skirts quite a bit at home, and out to the event he wanted, but I really wanted to move this on, wanted to get him into Girl Mode, which he has yet to do. This is a good chance to cement Girl Mode for him.

And also in there is a Gates of Hell cock cage with built-in Penis Plug, a stainless-steel torture device to use sometimes. Rings down the shaft, a ring round the base of his cock, a ring round the base of his balls, a ring under the edge of his Glans, and a Penis Plug, long enough so that even when he is as erect as he can be in that thing, his urethra will be full of metal. It will stop him cumming. Laura and Victoria wanted to stop him cumming. Apparently it makes the man focus on the pegging even more. And I’ve wanted one of these for him for the longest time too.

I won’t post updates every day, just occasionally. We want it to be tough for him, a struggle for him. He likes pushing us to extremes in the hunt for sexual gratification, now it’s our turn. We are going to enjoy the pegging, the costumes, the skirts, the panties, but above all, we want him to enjoy it, as well as endure it, and I want him to get really into Girl Mode and to want to do it more.

The Pegtember box is on his home office chair, waiting for him to come home from work. Laura and Victoria are due about 8pm. Let the pegging fun begin!

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.

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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