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Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part One)

5 June 2024 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is going to take a lot of explaining.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Making Meetings Less Boring

19 May 2024 /

Hello my lovelies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End Of Rebecca (Part Two)

20 October 2023 /

Rebecca need not have worried about my now husband forgetting her. She had been such a fabulous slut for the whole year, with lots of risky fucking, a brazen attitude and gravity defying tits that he worshipped. He could never have forgotten her.

But she had one last roll of the dice to ensure her legendary status. Having slept with a tit gripped all night and woken to a loving gentle kiss with the taste of his cum still in her mouth, she had to muster up the guts to carry out her plan.

In between the little jabbed kisses, she asked him if he wanted to do something she’d never done before. Did he want her to make this memorable? He said he did. Of course, he did. But he had no idea what she had planned. He did ask, but she giggled saying it was something he’d mentioned before. His brain was trying to work out what he had said, but she was a bit coy with a massive smile on her face.

It didn’t matter to him. He was going to enjoy it all regardless. She repositioned herself, kneeling over his belly and facing him, her wonderful tits raising and lowering as she breathed. She looked down at him staring up mostly at her tits, and she could have stayed there all day.

But time was running out and she had to go soon. The time for her plan was now. She sat up a little and opened her cunt flaps with her fingers, allowing him to see her pinkness, and she pulled apart enough so that her pisshole was stretched open. She saw his eyes looking down there as she focussed on overcoming her nerves. After a while (not sure how long, but it seemed quite long), a small amount of piss squirted out of her distorted pisshole and sprayed over his chest.

She looked at his face, waiting for any sign of disgust. There was none, only a look of awe, his eyes locked onto her cunt, awaiting the next drop to emerge. She relaxed and closed her eyes to focus on squeezing the next drop out. She found this harder than she expected, but soon, another spray emerged, stronger and longer than the first and she opened her eyes to see the results, to see it even going on to his face a bit. She saw the joy on his face, and relaxed even more, this time, a more consistent stream emerged, spraying to towards his neck with drops ricocheting around his upper body and face.

After a few seconds of that, he put his finger to her pisshole and she took that as a sign to stop. She was worried now that he didn’t like it, but after she stopped, he put his hands to her ass cheeks and pulled her up his body, only stopping when her cunt was pressing against his open mouth, and he used his right hand to slap her ass cheek quite hard. This she didn’t expect, and she had no idea if she’d be able to get more piss out. The depravity of the act wasn’t lost on her.

She looked into his eyes, and he was expectant, ready to take her piss. Egging herself on, she closed her eyes and again focussed on squeezing a little piss out. She felt a small spray go into his mouth, and she heard him gulp it down and felt his tongue nudging at her pisshole. She focussed again and squeezed another drop out, which was again gulped down. She felt his tongue licking the pink bits of her cunt dry of piss drops, and then he moved his hands away from her ass. He put one in the small of her back, whilst bringing the other to the front and pressing on her bladder.

The gentle force on her bladder made her moan a little. Her bladder was hard on his fingers, so he knew she had a load of piss in her. He pushed again and forced a hard jet of piss out, hitting the back of his throat with some force, making him cough a little. She was worried that if he did that again, she’d lose control, and it took her a few moments to realise that is what he wanted. So, stroking his hair, she asked him if he wanted a nice little drinkie and he nodded (only a touch, as he didn’t let his mouth lose contact with her cunt even for a millisecond).

So, she just relaxed all her muscles, and she felt some piss dribble out of her pisshole, eagerly received by his tongue. She pushed down a little and a nice steady flow began, this time, the depravity wasn’t enough to stop her from pissing. He sucked and drank as her bladder emptied, not losing a drop in the process. As the stream started faltering, he licked round the pink parts of her cunt clearing her of the piss.

As she finally stopped pissing, she lifted her cunt off his mouth, and he looked very happy. He pulled her down onto him and kissed her, making her taste her own piss in his mouth. She was so horny that she actually enjoyed the taste.

She reached back and felt how hard his cock was, and so she broke off the kiss and moved back down his body, kneeling up over his erect cock and then lowering her cunt over it, feeling his cock impaling her cunt for the last time before she left. She loved that first impaling of a fuck, both the physical feeling of a hard cock pushing into her cunt, and also the emotional feeling of being taken.

She was about to start sliding up and down his cock, but he put his hands on her hips and stopped her, then using his hands to open her cunt flaps again, this time finger fucking her and working on her clit. It was lovely having his hard cock inside her, as when she came from his fingers, she was able to clench down on his cock.

This squeezing made him a bit harder, but he carried on working at her cunt, getting rougher and rougher with her clit and making another orgasm grow within her. His cock in her cunt felt so good that she was happy to carry on like this, orgasming to his command and clenching down on his hard cock as she came.

But his cock kept inching larger and she knew what it meant when he released her hips. Time to test those leg muscles one last time as she began a rhythmic slide up and down his hard slick cock. Her tits were naturally jiggling as she rode his cock, and she added a little twist into her movements to really make her tits flail about. She knew just how much he loved watching her tits flail about. One more thing to remember.

She could see from his face that he was fighting his orgasm, trying to make this moment last as long as possible. She felt the same, but she couldn’t resist using her cunt muscles to clamp down on his cock. She felt that throb that mean he was about to spray her cunt with copious amount of cum, and she pushed down on his cock, impaling it as far as its hard length would go. At the same time, he grabbed onto her tits and squeezed them really hard, almost painfully hard as his cum started spraying around. That squeezing was enough to take away her last dregs of resistance and she orgasmed too, her cunt fluid mixing with his cum to make a really sticky mess.

His cock quickly slipped out of her cunt, and she got off and pulled her tiny pair of panties from last night back on to contain his cum. She had decided to keep the mess in her panties for the flight home, a promise she made to him as they split. There wasn’t a need to rinse off any piss, as his tongue had been very thorough, and she didn’t clean her body up at all and was dripping cum into her panties, meaning their relationship ended as it began, with her smelling of sex in public.

She could feel the grip of hands on her fleshy tits long after he released them. He knew she liked her tits being manhandled, and that was probably the hardest he’d ever squeezed them. She wasn’t the only one trying to make this memorable.

Once she was away from the university, she sobbed, crying for all she was worth. She didn’t want him to see her like this, and she held it together so that he didn’t. She wanted him to remember her as that sassy feisty slut who fucked him with abandon, who enjoyed the breeze across her body when she fucked, who had gravity-defying tits to die for and who came longer and harder with him than she had with anyone else.

She still couldn’t believe that not only did he love her pissing on him, that he drank it all down, not missing a drop, and she was so pleased that she’d got over her natural difficulties pissing for someone else. She was so proud of herself for carrying out the plan, and she had fabulous memories of fucking to power a lifetime of wanking, a lifetime of clitoral abuse and a lifetime of orgasmic dreams.

Oh My God, I Think I’m Rebecca!

12 July 2023 /

You may have seen a comment under one of the earlier Rebecca posts that said, “Oh my god, I think I’m Rebecca.” Well, after a few exchanged emails, it turns out that she was the Rebecca in question! A friend of hers is a regular reader and saw similarities with those posts and the ramblings of a drunken Rebecca in confessions type games played over the years. You could see the genuine delight in Rebecca and my husband seeing each other again, even only on a screen, after over twenty years.

It wasn’t long before conversation turned blue, and Rebecca made the suggestion to get our tits out. Rebecca’s were (unsurprisingly) no longer gravity defying, but they still look glorious. My husband has always had an eye for a fabulous pair of tits and Rebecca remembered him treating hers like they were princesses, almost straying into worship territory, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

Given how upbeat the discussion started, I was surprised when it took a melancholic turn. Theirs was the best sex she ever had. After she left their university, she went back home to America, bouncing through a series of inadequate lovers until she landed on the man she married. He is a wonderful man is pretty much every way, apart from the fact that he doesn’t get her going sexually like my husband did. She wouldn’t want to be married to any other man than her husband, but she really needs a lot more in her sexual life. For a good while, she has had some extra sex at work, but that wasn’t the most fulfilling sex for her. I think my husband would have jumped on a plane that minute to give her the seeing-to that she deserved, and I think she knew that too. It was really rather sweet.

But she perked up enormously when she started talking about some of their shared moments that she remembers and enjoyed. She was quite open in discussing how their sexual exploits had powered a lifetime of masturbation, that she thought of their sexual exploits a couple of times a day even now whilst fingering herself or using a toy, and I think that made him a little proud.

She remembers that first weekend of Toon and the fucking with affection, but her favourites of their encounters were in a more risky environment. She wouldn’t try it today, but there were a lot fewer cameras around when they were fucking, and so you could take bigger risks. Right back from when she was at high school, she had an obsession with fucking in the cinema. The first porn that she remembered watching over and over again was a story based on that premise, and at that young age, it always got her the most excited when masturbating.

The cinema in question that she and my husband fucked in was an older refurbished one, and as was the fashion at the time, they had premium seats at the back, with more leg room, arms on the chairs and were much more comfortable. They were therefore much easier to fuck in.

When they first went, he had no idea of her obsession. He thought there might be some snogging and groping, but he had no idea she was hoping for full sex. They were on the back row, along with two other couples and the kissing started before the film even started. As they leaned in together to kiss, her hand went down to his trouser-enclosed cock and she started squeezing it. It soon woke up and started pointing upwards, this allowing her to rub in her favourite way – along the underside of his cock right down to his balls. She had found through experience that this particular rub made him harder than any other. I don’t think he realised they would progress beyond masturbation – he thought she’d make him cum in his pants and then leave him there for the duration of the film.

He realised she was serious, when without moving her hand from its rubbing motion, she manoeuvred her body so it was in front of him, still facing the screen. She stopped rubbing to release his cock from its cloth cage, then with one hand, held his cock in a straight up position and with the other, pulled the gusset of her panties aside, before lowering her very slick cunt onto his hard cock, which was getting harder by the second.

He briefly considered grabbing her tits, but he decided to grab her hips to steady her and give her a hand in maintaining rhythm. As she started sliding up and down, he looked left and right to see both other couples not paying attention to the film either. On the left, the woman (who was mid 20s) had her tits out and was giving the man (slightly older) a really long sloppy blow job. On the right, the woman (late teens) too was bouncing on the man’s lap (he was a similar age). My now husband also realised that there was a cinema employee working the auditorium, but she seemed to be ignoring them fucking at the back.

All that made him get harder still, and he knew his glans was rubbing the inside of her cunt behind her clit with every stroke. He knew her cunt; this wasn’t going to take long.

After too short a time, he felt her cunt clench round his cock, and he felt her body violently shake. It was like her having to stay quiet had left her body as full body shivers instead, and she sat on his lap recovering with his hard cock still buried in her cunt.

Her breathing was really fast, and he took it slowing as a sign of recovery, and using his hands on her hips, he began minute movements of her body up and down his cock. She got the idea, as she got her legs working again powering more slides up and down his cock. Whilst it had softened a little during her recovery, it soon became hard again and soon his glans was rubbing again, and soon, she was violently shaking again, each period of shaking was accompanied by a hefty moistening of her cunt, and that was before he’d filled it with cum.

Mind you, that wasn’t certain. She was clearly way too excited about the situation, and he did wonder if she’d manage to carry on until he came. He needn’t have worried. This girl was nothing but fair. In total, she had four lots of cunt moistening violent shakes, the last one took longer to arrive and her squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles finally finished him off.

And with cum filled cunt, she just got up off his lap, pulled her panties back in place and sat on her seat to start to watch the film. He watched the couple to the left, who by that point were fucking themselves. The woman on the right had clearly got bored with the film and so resorted to a long slow blow job to amuse herself, with him just stroking her hair to keep it out of the way.

They fucked in the back rows of that cinema a lot, and they even saw a blonde member of staff with her hand inside her skirt on more than one occasion.

You could tell just how vivid the memories were, as Rebecca was masturbating whilst she was telling it. We asked her to move the camera so we could see her do it, thus affording my husband of his first view of her cunt over twenty years. I think we all knew it would not be our last view of it.

What Needed Doing (Part Two)

2 July 2023 /

For the first time ever, Claudette’s cunt and asshole were both filled with a real cock, my husband ploughing into her asshole, Kiara’s husband being equally forceful into her cunt. It was everything Claudette dreamed it would be. Totally absorbed by the situation, she had completely forgotten the audience, and that in the audience was these wonderful men’s wives, both who were masturbating at the display.  I knew what a DP felt like, and I knew how amazing she must be feeling, and I was a tiny bit jealous of her at this moment. Claudette was so lucky to have those two rigid cocks pounding her away at her fulfilling her dream.

As always happens in a DP, the men started talking to ensure that Claudette’s DP went on for as long as possible. Her face was a picture of ecstasy, her tits were being pulled in time with my husband’s strokes and her ass cheeks in time with Kiara’s husband’s strokes, so much so that both her tits and ass cheeks were starting to ache from all the twisting and wrenching. Eva kept squirting lube over my husband’s cock on his out strokes, to ensure Claudette’s asshole remained comfortable. It was a good while before my husband announced he was close to cumming, and Kiara’s husband upped his pace, the slight change of angle of approach to her cunt made her clit twist with each stroke.

Each clit twist weakened whatever resolve she still had, and all too soon, she started to cum, a huge wave of orgasm flooding her body, her cunt clamping down on the cock impaled in it, making Kiara’s husband cum just as my husband started as well. Claudette cried out as the two men emptied their cum into her and she quickly went faint from the power of her orgasm, and the three of them laid collapsed in a heap.

Eloise said we should leave them to recover (allowing Claudette to curtsey later in the day) and that we should begin our afternoon meeting, detailed discussions and decision making about the minutiae, a task that would take several afternoons. I had to try to put both the memories of that wonderful fuck and my own desperate need to cum aside, and to focus on the job in hand. It was all very important.

We made good progress but broke for the day after about 3½ hours. Time to relax, time for some food, time for some more fucking, time for a glass of wine and time to chat and bond more.

It was a lovely evening in good company, I learned a lot about everyone, and in the middle, before the alcohol kicked in, to my delight, my husband fucked me in front of that small crowd. Claudette had just curtseyed for her previous fuck, and in preparation for my fucking, she gave my husband a slow and sensual blow job, wobbling her tits as she kept leaning in and out rocking her whole body, always something he loves to watch, and when he was nice and hard, she just kissed his glans and I took her place, with my arms round his neck and his cock in my cunt, his hands on my ass cheeks stretching them wide to reveal my asshole to the crowd, whilst hauling me up and down his shaft with his arms.

With that slow build up, he wasn’t about to cum quickly, and I knew I’d be riding his cock for a while. He was massive and really hard, but his relentless unchanging rhythm told me he was nowhere near cumming, and yet he was rubbing my clit every time his cock slid in, and I soon felt my orgasm building. I gripped round his neck tighter, and I felt him accelerate a little. He knew I was near and soon I was moaning and screaming as he tiptoed me towards a crashing orgasm. This way of building always makes my orgasm enormous, but I realised well before I came that he was likely to just carry on fucking me right through my orgasm without breaking rhythm. When he does this, I just try to hang on for dear life, as after such a massive orgasm, I tend to want him to stop. But he needs to cum (which after 2 orgasms already today will take time) and I have an audience who I can hear is loving every second of my fucking.

My orgasm broke, I screamed my head off (good job there is no one for a mile in any direction now) and he just carried on fucking at his steady rhythm, pulling my ass cheeks a little further apart and readjusting my position post orgasm back to one where he was rubbing my clit all the time. I wasn’t sure how much more of this fucking I could take, so as I recovered from the first orgasm, I started squeezing his cock with the inside of my cunt, putting his cock under pressure and making it grow.

I had him near, but knew he was getting me near as well. His tempo increased, and I started trash talking him, using all the phrases I know that really turn him on. I let go of his neck and leant back a little, putting my arms up above my head as if dancing, in full knowledge that it made my tits bounce and sway. I felt his cock grow again but was running out of time. I was so close to cumming, so I squeezed his cock with everything I had, and that was enough. He stopped moving and I felt his cock spasm a number of times, the first spasm being enough to topple me over to my final orgasm of the day.

I was exhausted but enjoying taking the applause of our audience. I needed to be reminded to get                                                                                                up and curtsey, something not easy with my legs in their jelly like state. But I managed it, and then settled back in my husband’s arms to watch Kiara and her husband fuck in a similar manner.

And once they were done, Eva took her place between my legs and licked and sucked my husband’s cum out of my cunt, swallowing each mouthful with zeal. Eloise repeated this on Kiara, and then with our cunts were cleared of cum, Eloise viciously fingered Eva to an orgasm and then Eva returned the favour.

That left only Claudette to finish off, and Eva arranged her on an easy chair on her side. Eloise lubed up two fingers of her right hand and then inserted them in Claudette’s asshole, as far in as her knuckles, whilst Eva viciously attacked her cunt, ramming fingers in and out, rubbing her clit on every one of her quick hand movements. She is absolutely brilliant at that high-speed ferocious finger fucking, but Claudette rode both sets of fingers for a long time. With Eloise moving her fingers round in Claudette’s asshole and Eva’s continued finger fucking, her face quickly showed gritty determination to hold off her own orgasm as long as possible. Eva was having none of it and stepped up her finger fucking pace as Eloise inserted a third finger in Claudette’s asshole, a far from gentle insertion that brought about a torrent of French from the maid. Her face screwed up at one final attempt to stop the inevitable, fruitless of course, as a massive orgasm cascaded through her body. Eva was triumphant, and Eloise kept her fingers in Claudette’s asshole for a few minutes whilst her orgasm subsided and she recovered.

And with her curtsey, we sat into the night round the fire drinking wine and talking, mostly of sex, but resting before we started again tomorrow.

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