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Four Become Six (Part One)

6 March 2018 /

Today was the day that our throng of sex watchers increased from four to six. It was Laura and her husband’s first watchers party, and in their eagerness, they were first to arrive at our house, with Nikki and her husband shortly after. The men were already getting very excited, as it was obvious all three women weren’t wearing bras. My tits were the largest (at 34H), but Nikki’s weren’t much smaller (at 34GG) and Laura was the smallest (although hardly small at 32G). However, we were all large enough that our tits were swinging wildly and making their unleashed presence felt, and all three of us were excited too, as our nipples were standing proudly to attention.

So, as a first activity, I climbed on board my exercise bike, being sure that I wasn’t sitting on the fabric of my dress. As I began peddling against a large gear, my tits started exaggerated and rhythmic swinging, pushing against the fabric of my dress. The men were captivated. After a couple of minutes, I stopped peddling, lifted up my arms and Nikki and Laura lifted off my dress, leaving me totally naked on the bike. I peddled again for a couple of minutes, with all present being mesmerised at the rhythmic but uncontained swinging of my tits.

When I’d had enough (i.e., before my tits started hurting from the motion), I climbed off the bike and waved Nikki onto it. She did the same, although with slightly more vigorous peddling than I did, so her tits were swinging somewhat more violently than mine were, and again, we lifted off her dress leaving her naked on the bike for her second batch of peddling. Nikki got off and waved Laura onto the bike, and Laura clambered on eagerly. Laura had a somewhat exaggerated sway to her body, which enhanced the swing of her tits. She stopped peddling and Nikki and I lifted off her dress, to reveal her body naked apart from her trademark white cotton thong, which was adorned with the message “Watch meeeeee cum”. She restarted her exaggerated sway whilst peddling until her couple of minutes were up, then we helped her off the bike, she moved to centre stage, turned round so that her ass faced the men, then slowly slipped the thong over her ass cheeks, and dropped it to the floor. The men all cheered as she did so. She then turned round, and her husband gasped at the sight of her totally bald cunt. He has wanted her to wax everything off for ages, but this was the first time she had ever done so.

She knelt in front of him and freed his cock from his trousers. It was pretty hard already. She slowly put his cock to her lips and started working it with her tongue, and it grew harder and longer quite quickly, and she removed it from her mouth and aimed it at the top of her tits. It wasn’t long before he spewed cum all over her tits, and then he went limp in her hand quite quickly. She leant back on her heels, then got up, curtsied, and asked everyone how that was. “Pure porn” Nikki replied. “Fucking amazing” I replied. My husband said he thought she ought to leave the cum there, as a sign of what a slut she was. “I had every intention of doing so” was her reply.

Wow. Nikki and I had something to live up to. Laura had really upped the ante – she carried out the plan with a certain flair and panache. We relaxed with some fruit punch, as Laura revealed that she always imagined herself being a porn diva, but never thought she’d live it. There would be lots of chances for her to live her dream, but right now, Nikki was in need of cock.

We had decided beforehand on Seated Reverse Cowgirl, with the man sitting on the sofa and the woman facing the audience sliding up and down his cock.

Nikki undid the zip on her husband’s trousers and pulled out his cock. She stroked at it for a few seconds until it started to become hard. Then she turned round and lowered her cunt onto his cock, then leant back against his body, giving the best view of her impaled cunt to the enthralled crowd. He grabbed on to her tits with his hands and helped her to ride up and down his cock. All four watchers were mesmerised by her body, and by his cock disappearing and reappearing rhythmically. She began encouraging him to hold off cumming for as long as possible, as she wanted more cock. You could tell from his face that he was fighting, and he lasted a good few minutes, but finally, his cock and balls gave that tell-tale twitch that signified her cunt was being filled with cum. His cock quickly became limp and slid out of her cunt, dragging a little cum out with it. By rule, she was not allowed to remove the cum, so her inner thigh was marked with a shiny trail.

Her husband let go of her tits, and she slid sideways, so she was sitting next to him. We chatted about what we saw (in particular Laura and her husband and their first public view of the fucking), and then Nikki then pointed towards me as the next cunt to be fucked.

As attention switched to me, I realised that I couldn’t ignore my bladder throbbing any more and that before I fucked, I’d need to be the first person to avail of our plan. As I announced my problem, Nikki and Laura clapped and squealed with delight. I explained to the men that we had decided to piss in the lounge in front of everyone, and that our partners needed to help. My husband was very keen! I knelt on the floor (facing the audience with my knees somewhat apart), and following my instruction, he held a tray between my legs with one hand and parted my cunt lips with the other, revealing my pisshole to the audience. Then, when he was ready, I started to release my stream. My initial feelings of relief were replaced with an overwhelming feeling of depravity – I mean, I’ve pissed with my husband for years, but never so publicly and so openly in front of others. I fucking enjoyed it though. When my stream had stopped, I told him I had finished, and he put the tray down. Then I told him the final part of the plan, and that was to use his mouth to clean me off, rather than toilet paper. He eagerly lay down on the floor and I knelt with my knees either side of his head, and he keenly licked my cunt clean, staring up past my tits to my eyes as he did it. As he finished, Laura pointed at the straining cock within his trousers, so I got up, turned round, freed his cock, and then lowered my cunt onto it (in a classic reverse cowgirl).

He was already rock hard, so I could just ride him. He could only see my ass, but the audience all moved so they could see his cock impaling my cunt. He didn’t last long and filled me with cum almost instantly, but he was so excited, he stayed hard so I could ride him for a long time. About 15 minutes in, I slightly adjusted my position and made the magic connection of his cock and my clit. It didn’t take much rubbing before I came, and I carried on going and came three more times before my body gave way and I collapsed on top of him. Still embedded in my cunt, I felt his cock expand one last time and deposit another load of cum in me.

After a period of applause and adoration, Nikki and Laura helped me up and hugged me, and then I turned round and blushed slightly. Then Nikki turned to Laura and reminded her that we still hadn’t seen them actually fuck, and there was still time before dinner. Before the event, Laura had told us that she needed to keep playing with her husband’s cock to help him to stay live, and indeed, she’d been doing so whilst Nikki and I were fucking. So, he was ready to go and sitting in a position to receive Seated Reverse Cowgirl. She played with his hard cock, then lowered herself onto him, guided by his hands on her ass. She looked up to see all four observers looking intensely at her filled cunt and cum covered tits. She slid up and down his cock for a few minutes and his cock twitched and deposited more cum inside her, and quickly slid out of her cunt. Short but very sweet – we’d seen them fucking and we’d seen him cumming, and we were all thrilled about that. Four had truly become six over the course of the last couple of hours, but we were worried that the men wouldn’t recover before the second penetrations we had planned. Still, we had planned recovery time for them with food and other activities, so hopefully they’d be ready for the final fuckings of the night. The night was still young, and we had awesome plans…..

A Sex Challenge and Celebration (Part One)

3 March 2018 /

At certain times over the last few years, we’ve decided to set ourselves some sex challenges to complete during the course of the year. Sometimes it is those things you want to try and never quite get round to, sometimes it is a way of getting more of something into our sex life, sometimes as a way to challenge our endurance or sometimes just to give ourselves a fun target.

This time, we set a year long challenge that requires specific timing on a lot of occasions throughout the year. My husband thought it would be fun to mark the time and date of our important anniversaries by having penetrative sex at exactly the right moment, regardless of where we are at the time. His rules were quite simple. We had to have penetrative sex (with vaginal or anal for me, or pegging for my husband) wherever we are at the appropriate time. In order to count, at least one of us has to orgasm, and the choice of position must be in keeping with the anniversary where applicable (i.e., vaginal sex for the anniversary of our first vaginal sex). Ideally, we want a balance between the three types of penetration over the course of the year, but given pegging outside the home is fairly difficult (for logistics reasons more than anything), we settled for a 40:40:20 split for vaginal, anal, and pegging. We also wanted a balance between within the home, elsewhere indoors and outside, and again settled for a 40:40:20 split.

The idea was thrilling and yet daunting. I had visions of having to fuck on a bench in town because we were shopping at the wrong moment, but of course, what the challenge calls for is a little planning to be somewhere appropriate at the right time.

During January, we had four anniversaries to mark, three of them in quick succession, as six years ago last January my husband and I got together.

We started with the moment of New Year. We were at home and alone, so my husband flipped me over face down on the sofa, loaded my asshole with lube and then inserted his cock. He started a good few minutes early as he quickly got rather large and rock hard, so he had to give my insides a chance to accommodate his size. He knows my body well, so by the time we got to midnight, he was driving down into my ass at full power, with a large amount of travel on his cock. It was one of his most animal anal sessions we’ve had in ages, and he had the energy to keep the motion going for about 15 minutes before he pumped out a large amount of cum. He then lay on top cuddling me with his softening cock still inside me. What a way to start the year.

Next up was the anniversary of our first kiss. On previous years, we made a point of being snogging at the right time sitting on the sofa (as we were for the actual first kiss). This time, we needed to be fucking as well as snogging. So, given we were at home, we stripped off and my husband laid me on my back on the sofa about half an hour beforehand and we started snogging. As we approached the correct time, I played with his cock to make it hard (whilst still snogging), then he slipped it in and started gently fucking me (whilst still snogging). After the time passed, he could stop snogging and accelerate. He made sure I came before he shot his load, and we ended up lying on the sofa snogging until his cock slipped out of me.

The anniversary of him first sucking my tits was only a couple of days later. For this, we decided on the bed. He spent ages sucking and licking each of my nipples (which is equivalent to turning on my cunt juice tap). Then, once the time was drawing near, he inserted his rock hard cock between my cunt lips and then plunged in. When he got all the way in, he twisted his whole body anti-clockwise about 20 degrees and this angle allowed him to suck on my right nipple whilst he fucked me. Because he was a little shallower in my cunt than he sometimes is, he was rubbing very rhythmically on my clit, meaning that I had a powerful orgasm at about the same time as he came. That two point connection of nipple and cunt always drives me to an orgasm.

A further couple of days after that saw the anniversary of our first fuck. (We first fucked less than a week after becoming a couple). At that time, we fucked in the “Lazy Man” position, and have fucked in the same position every year, and this year is no exception. Think of it like a version of cowgirl with him sitting up rather than laying down. He had pillows behind his back and sat against them with his legs outstretched. Facing him with my arms round his neck, I lowered myself onto his cock, and raised and lowered myself by pressing on my feet and using my arms. It is a very intimate position, and a very special one, as it was the position I first felt him cum inside me. It also happens to be one of the positions that I can feel his hard cock deepest inside my cunt.

So, in January, we had fucked at all the right times and in all the right ways. But January highlights the difficulty of the challenge. The “choice of position must be in keeping with the anniversary where applicable” rule meant that we had three vaginal and one anal fuck in the month, with no pegging. In addition, we were at home for each one, but need to be elsewhere for some of the anniversaries. This means that both 40:40:20 splits will take some organising to achieve.

There was only one anniversary to mark in February, and that was the anniversary of our first period sex. This was a favourite activity of my husband during the early years of our relationship (but sadly no more as my Mirena has stopped my periods completely), and I loved how excited he got about it. Luckily, I was looking after a friend’s pets whilst they were off skiing, so we had the keys to their house. So, at the right time, I just lifted up my dress and lay down on their very thick rug in their lounge. The rug was so soft against my ass that it felt like it was wrapping around me. The contrast between that and my husband driving his rock hard cock into my cunt was very stark, and it was a thoroughly enjoyable fuck. Although they don’t count for the challenge, we fucked another twice on that rug over the next few days, another vaginal session, and a very filling anal session. I really must find where they bought the rug from – I think we need one in our lounge!

So, at the end of February, it’s four vaginal, one anal and no pegging, with four at home and one in someone else’s home. I normally don’t get as excited for a scheduled fuck as for an unscheduled one, but the challenge seems to make me really excited. Any concerns I had are long gone, and I am really enjoying the fucking, and the pressure! Plenty of planning and plenty of fucking still to do before the year is out!

This Is Going To Make Him Blush

23 February 2018 /

I used to look at friends who had really close relationships and think that was all I wanted. I’d been through a succession of men who were all somewhat abusive, who tried to keep me down and under control. My family life wasn’t much better – there was a lot of psychological stuff going on throughout my childhood. I had been depressed and on medication for some years, and was broke, had mobility issues and was hardly a catch.

I had known my now husband for some years when we got together. We didn’t move in the same social circles, only occasionally meeting, but whenever we did, he was engaging to talk to. I knew he liked my tits. His eyes popped out of his head when my 34Hs in a corset were revealed as I arrived at a party. I didn’t know until recently that he had gone home that night and wanked thinking of them. That made me very happy.

I found myself comparing men to him, as he seemed like a decent caring guy. He’d even helped me out a couple of times, yet I was peripheral to his life. We’d done a couple of comedy gigs together, but it is clear he thought of us as mates. I wanted to be so much more, but I knew if I push or rushed, he’d run a mile, and I didn’t want to risk not having him in my life at all – a little of him was better than none of him.

It all changed in one gig, when I nuzzled up against him, and he put his arm round me. It felt wonderful to have him touch me, and I wanted it again. As we parted that night, we agreed to go out for a meal the following week. I made his favourite dessert, to make him come back to my place. I was wearing a top that showed my tits off to their finest. I could see him sneaking lots of looks, and that made him and me happy. He could have played with them if he wanted (but I didn’t say that in case it scared him off). Instead, as we watched a DVD, I snuggled up to him. He put his arm round me again, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He had a good view of my tits, and when I moved to get comfier and slightly covered them up, he said it was a shame. I was only too happy to readjust to give him the best view.

You see, by that point, I had realised. I felt safe. Totally safe. I managed to fight back the tears. I needed this to work. I needed him to touch me. I needed him to caress me. I needed him to fuck me. I needed him.

I was aware the credits were rolling. I turned off the telly without moving and looked up at him. He looked down at me, with love in his eyes, and then gently rolled his head forward and kissed me on the lips. Fireworks were going off in my mind. It was a brief kiss, but he looked down at me again. I later realised he was waiting for me to say no, but I didn’t. I moved my mouth closer to his and we kissed, this time longer, and our tongues touched. That was all the answer I needed, and I clambered up to him and properly snogged him.

As we broke our kiss again, I looked at him and said, “Please don’t mess with me.” With massive love in his eyes, he said that he had no plans to mess with me, how he never does anything by halves, and although it might not work out, he liked the idea of us being a couple. I said I did too, and I snogged his face off. For three hours we snogged. My tongue was exhausted, but we’d managed to snuggle and snog all night, even though he had to go to work the next day.

That first kiss changed my life. It changed everything. That was one amazing kiss.

Now this is going to make him blush. Yes, I realise how weird that sounds. A blog which is going into intimate and intricate detail about our sex and kink life, and an intro post about my husband is the one that is going to make him blush. But it will.

You see, he doesn’t appreciate what he is. He’s just doing what he thinks a partner should do. You know, simple things like supporting his partner, helping her to live a more comfortable and happy life, helping her to do the best she can in qualifications, helping her to build her self-esteem, loving her with all his heart, trying to make her happy, cuddling her, snogging her face off, fucking her well and selflessly whenever she wants, making her cum like a train. I don’t think he quite realises how few men would do what he does, how few men would care enough to improve my life, how few men would be such a great fuck in such a selfless manner. He’s amazing.

I realise all men fuck, but often very selfishly. I’ve had quite a few unsatisfying encounters myself. To be fair, so has he. He described his longest running ex as like fucking a sack of potatoes not a woman. Actually, she did him a lot of damage: she put him off women for years, and it took a visit from an old uni fuck to get him back to his sexual best.

So why was I different? He laughingly says 34Hs, but the truth is he doesn’t know. He said there was something about me, and he can’t lay his finger on it. He knew all the downsides of being with me (and rather a lot of lies from my ex as well), but he decided to risk it anyway.

That kiss. That perfect moment that changed everything. He decided walking to my place that he wanted to kiss me. He wasn’t sure if I wanted it, but when I had adjusted my position to give him the best view of my tits, he took that as a good sign. He paused for me to say no. I didn’t. I just snogged his face off.

It is just over 6 years since that kiss, and we’ve been married about 18 months. During that time, he’s fucked me over 1000 times (We know because he kept count!). That’s a little under once every two days on average. We’ve had some drier spells, and a lot of periods where we fuck every single day. I can honestly say that not one of those fucks was crap. Some were amazing, some were just ordinary (for him), but his ordinary is still fucking good. I think that is because of his selfless attitude. He completely focusses on me when he’s fucking me. He works on my mind and body, in full knowledge that he’ll be cumming anyway. He knows my body and reads signs that I don’t know I’m giving off. He just feels great inside me and I’m addicted to it, I’m addicted to fucking him and he’s not complaining!

Sometimes, I look at him and wonder how the hell we got here. How did we get from that scared wary man and an abuse-weary woman lacking in opportunity, to this – a blissfully happy couple with a raging sex life, loads of kinky stuff, and above all, a feeling of safety and love.

I fucking love him, and I love fucking him too.

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