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A Bar Full Of Nakedness (50th – Part Two)

29 June 2020 /

As we left the ladies toilets, we were invited to a table with our cum-buddies. More cocktails and some very explicit conversation ensured, and Victoria and I took a very full part.

After another hour or so, the cute female barmaid yelled that the doors were now exit only – nobody new could come in. This was about ten to eleven. According to our table mates, that was normal here. The thing she yelled at eleven was much more interesting: “OK ladies, tits out.” I looked her way, and she was topless and had lovely swinging tits.

This was going to be difficult, not because we didn’t want to get our tits out, but because we had dresses that wouldn’t fold down to the waist. Some of our table mates had got up and taken dresses off and were naked, and I looked at Vicki, who was already half out of her dress, so I followed suit. I had to put my dress and bra in Vicki’s bag with hers, as my bag was way too small to hold even a tiny dress like mine.

I looked around and everyone was topless, and most were naked. I feel really at home naked in public, so enjoyed the nakedness as we had further conversations and more cocktails.

And they had a pool table. I love naked pool and hadn’t played it for years. Have you ever tried to play pool with tits swinging as you try to cue? It adds an extra challenge, and we had a giggle. There were only three fouls because our tits touched some balls!

At twelve, the barmaid yelled “Cunts out ladies if you want to be served” and the last few remnants of clothes were shed. Shortly after she shouted that, I decided I was going to the bar again, via the toilet to deal with my very full bladder. One of the other ladies on the table got up to come with me (as us ladies always go in pairs!) and she needed a piss too.

On the way, she suggested something interesting. As this was a female only night, we could go into the gents and use a urinal if we wanted to. This was very exciting. I had seen pictures of women using urinals before and always fancied a go. It certainly explained why the ladies was so empty earlier.

When we got in there, three women were already using them. The technique for a woman using a urinal differs depending on the urinal design (I researched this years ago!), and the three women in question were each doing what I had previously decided was my favourite position and the one I really wanted to try; that is reversing on to the urinal, knees bent to get the ass close, and bent at the waist with your arms pressing on your knees to support your weight. My bladder was ready to burst, but all those times where my husband made me hold on as long as I could stood me in good stead.

One became available and the woman accompanying me took that one, and I waited for the next. Shortly later, there it was. I turned round, planted my feet firmly, then bent at the waist and my knees. I braced my arms against my knees and then looked back through my legs to make sure I was in the right place, and then I let go and my stream of piss started emerging.

I could hear the sound of it hitting the urinal, seemingly magnified under my body. The feeling of my bladder finally getting relief was fabulous, but it was topped by a sense of freedom and wonder at finally getting to use a urinal.

I noticed the woman next to me have a shake, then just get up and wash her hands. At that moment I realised there was no toilet paper, and nobody was making an effort to use any from the cubicles – just a quick shake. I did the same, and it delighted me that there were a good number of slightly pissy cunts in the bar.

I washed my hands, and we went to the bar on the way back. The barmaid was naked too, and I remembered an old trick my husband told me about getting a barmaid to get something from the bottom row of the lowest fridge to make her bend over. I got a fabulous flash of her cunt though her legs as she bent over, and her tits swung wildly.

Seeing that was the final straw and I needed to cum again, and I was so horny, it would be quick. I whispered it into Vicki’s ear to keep it subtle, and Vicki just asked out loud round the table whether we needed to go back to the toilet as I needed to cum, or were there other options this time of night?

One of the women from our table asked us to hold on a second, and she got up and skipped over to the barmaid. She came back a few seconds later and said Vicki could make me cum bent over the pool table. She must have heard my comment about liking to be bent over a pool table, and how it doesn’t happen often. The last time I orgasmed bent over a pool table was at university; I had wanted to do it again, but opportunity had not appeared, until now.

It was clear I was going to have an audience, as everyone got up from the table. As we got to the pool table, I went to bend over, but someone stopped me and gave me a cue – arranging it so it rested between my tits and stuck out to the left of my ass and to the right of my head.

Then I bent over, and Vicki put her hand between my legs. She was the opposite of in the toilets. She was quite rough, far less gentle, and delicate, but I came very quickly, and she carried on for a couple of minutes and made me cum again.

I collapsed over the table as Vicki stopped, and someone else bent over the other end of the table hugging a cue and having her cunt worked on. One by one, the couples worked on their partners, each partner having two hard orgasms, and when I had recovered enough, I had Vicki bent over the table too. I was as hard and unforgiving as she was as I made her cum twice.

None of us washed our hands, so each one of us had a hand smelling on cunt and juices as we sat and had a few more drinks and more filthy discussion, slowly getting more drunk, heading towards closing time.

At one point, Vicki and I went back to the gents for Vicki to try a urinal, and I couldn’t resist having another go; after all, I had switched to higher volume sparkling drinks to fill my bladder quicker.

I don’t remember how, but we ended up in the right car in the right clothes with the right bags. We were so drunk; I wasn’t sure how much use we’d be for him when we got back home.

Celebrating 50 Blog Posts (50th – Part One)

23 June 2020 /

When I set out writing a sex blog, I was scratching an itch. I had always wanted to write a sex blog and finally my sex life had something interesting worth reading. What I didn’t realise when I started was how my life would develop during the course of writing it.

I also never expected to get to 50 posts. I thought I’d run out of steam or enthusiasm or things to say. I thought nobody would read and nobody would want more. I am amazed that none of those things has happened, and more to the point, people like what I write and look forward to more. That has really spurred me on. Thank you for all those who read, and who have engaged with me here and elsewhere. The support has been truly amazing, from people I know in person, the many of you I know only online and also from people I don’t know at all.

Around the turn of the year, we took the decision to have a big sex party about now to celebrate the 50th post to give me something lavish, opulent, and fabulous to write about, but this year hasn’t worked out like that.

So, I was wondering what to write about in this my 50th blog post, and Victoria suggested I wrote about an evening she and I had last year. It was in that period where the three of us were all fucking, but before we decided she should move in.

My husband and I were staying with Victoria in her place for a few days. My husband was working nearby and on this particular night, he would be working until gone midnight. Vicki and I (over a glass of wine the night before) decided we should go out as a couple for the first time, and one of her friends had previously told her about a safe gay bar we could go to. This night was a female only night, but not to leave out my husband, as well as being our taxi to collect us at the end of the evening, we told him that he was to use us both as he saw fit when we got home, even if we were drunk. We both gave him explicit consent to fuck us that night, even if we got totally paralytic, and we told him that he needed to treat us like the sluts we are.

Victoria and I walked into the bar hand in hand. We acquired a couple of bar stools, and perched on them, each showing rather a lot of thigh. We were (of course) pantyless, so more than likely flashed rather more. We ordered some cocktails from the cute female barmaid and then had a good tonguy kiss while she mixed them. I was wearing my shortest little black dress (which has a plunge at the front to below my bra) and a very cleavagey bra, which showed off right down between my tits. Vicki was in a little black sequined dress, with a four-inch hole in the front showing between and the underside of her tits. Her dress had some structural support in the tit area, so she didn’t need to wear a bra. We had many admiring looks on the way to the bar, but tonight was for each other.

It was lovely to be out and to be behaving like a couple with Victoria. At that point, we rarely demonstrated affection for each other in public, so we had decided tonight to show everyone that we were lovers. Snogging, a brush of our thighs, a handful of tit. We were all over each other and rather enjoying ourselves.

We began talking to another lesbian couple who invited us to join them. We had a couple of armchairs, with each couple sharing an armchair. I sat on the chair and Vicki draped herself over me across the arms of the chair. We spent a lovely hour or so talking to them (and consuming cocktails), whilst simultaneously probing and groping each other’s bodies. It was slightly surreal and very erotic.

All that touching and groping was making us quite horny, and Vicki decided she needed an orgasm. I haven’t had sex in a pub toilet for ages, and never with a woman, but Vicki was insistent and dragged me off. Amazingly there wasn’t a queue, so we bundled into a vacant cubicle in the ladies.

Vicki leant against the cubicle wall and lifted up the front of her skirt. I dropped to my knees and began licking at her cunt. Being on your knees licking cunt in a public toilet is about as slutty as you can get, and I was loving it. I could tell from the taste that she was already excited. It didn’t take much for her hips to start bucking. I held her on the edge of cumming for as long as I could, but in her aroused state, that wasn’t going to be long, and she gave way to a massive orgasm.

After she came, I carried on licking for a while to taste her cunt juices. After she was cleaned up, I stood up, leant in, and kissed her (sharing with her what is left of her cunt juices), whilst putting my hand down to her cunt, which I started to manipulate. Her clit was already pretty hard, so rolling it between my fingers and working fingers in and out of her cunt soon got her hips moving again. I carried on snogging her as I worked her cunt, and this time I was able to hold her on the edge of an orgasm for a bit longer. When she came, her legs gave way a little, but my hand under her cunt was able to stop her dropping.

I brought my hand to her mouth, and she eagerly licked her cunt juices off her hand. She then pushed me back to the other cubicle wall and dropped to her knees to start working on my cunt. She is very talented with her tongue, and I was already hot and heavy, so my first orgasm was very quick. But it was strong, and I was noisy.

After my first orgasm and as Vicki was still licking me out, we heard a number of women in the communal bit of the ladies. Someone was organising people. I think Vicki realised what was going on, as she got up, opened our cubicle door, and ushered me (with skirt pushed up to my waist) out to lean on a sink. There were three other women also leaning on the sinks, all with their skirts up revealing their asses, either pantyless or with panties round their ankles. In front of me was a big mirror, and there was one on the wall behind, so I could see the line of asses all with their legs slightly apart ready to go. We were instructed to bend over a bit and a woman stepped behind each ass (Vicki behind me), and each woman put her hand between the legs in front of her and started working the cunt.

There is something enchanting about a line of women bent over all cumming at the same time. The visual feast only made me more horny and Vicki was particularly cruel in stopping me cumming when I was right on the edge, before she finally allowed me to cum roughly in time with everyone else. When we had all finished cumming, we adjusted our dresses and left the toilets as if nothing had happened. The evening was still young!

Lockdown Lewdness

5 June 2020 /

I know some people are having trouble through the lockdown because of being separated from partners. My heart really goes out to them, as I would be crawling up the wall. But luckily, my husband and Victoria are both with me, so there is plenty of sex and kinkiness available.

Both of them are working from home and full-time hours, and I spend time doing bits and pieces for my temporary role, but other than that, during the working day, I am mostly in my secretary guise, helping them both make time for sex and kink during the day by doing what I can to help them. Not one of those “at work” fucks has used the bed; all have been office-type positions that really reinforced the office sex dynamic. That has meant lots of sex bent over their desks and other positions, like sitting on his lap facing away from him with his cock inside me, his hands on my tits and me typing on the computer in front of me whilst he fucks me. The fun thing about positions like that is that he will check my typing afterwards and spank me for either being inaccurate or too slow. Either way, my ass knows about it.

In fact, since spanking is an important part of the secretary scenario, my ass has been spanked every single working day of the lockdown. Ow. As I’ve been doing work for both of them, they’ve both been spanking me, and sometimes multiple times in the day. Double ow. I love it though. I thought it might get boring, but it hasn’t, and I am loving all the spanking and the clothed sex and displaying that is going on.

Vicki’s ass isn’t getting away without being spanked though. He’s been finding things to spank her for, anything from being too loud in phone calls to licking my cunt too much to not licking my cunt enough to leaving a mess for me to clear up (that last two I get to spank her for).

As well as actual sex and spanking, there has been a lot of groping, flashing, displaying, hands up skirts and masturbating, and bending down to pick things up from boxes on the floor. There have even been some clothed tit-fucks, with one of us undoing our blouse to allow him to put his cock between our tits whilst still mostly being dressed for the office. That meant that for the rest of the working day, one of us was wearing a cum necklace.

We had to be careful with the timings of any activity that produces a visible result (like a cum necklace) or wearing something too see-through, as we’ve all been doing a lot of video conferences (like most people still working through lockdown have).

When it became clear they would both still be working they decided to establish a video conference position, a comfortable position with clear walls behind. Vicki made it clear that for her VCs, she intended to make them more exciting by being naked from the waist down, and tests of the VC showed that her work blouses didn’t look any more see-through on video than they actually were in real life.

I suggested, almost as a bit of a joke, that she should do her VCs on the queening chair, as it could be set as a good upright seating position and had a clear wall behind it. My husband found a table that was the right height for the laptop, and they did some on camera tests, and it worked really well. We then tested someone being in the underneath position on the queening chair, and you couldn’t be seen. So, the first VC that Vicki had, I was licking her cunt the entire time (and boy did that VC go on). I was careful to not get her so excited that she would cum, but nevertheless, she had a smile of her face for the whole VC. I heard someone say how bright and cheery she looked, and they had no idea why. When the VC finished, she closed the laptop and I took her that last step to orgasm, and it really didn’t take long.

So, the queening chair became the VC position, and we all did every work VC naked from the waist down. Sometimes, there was someone in the underneath position and sometimes we were penetrated by butt plugs, dildos, or double penetration dildos. My husband bought a couple of identical double penetration dildos especially. Each one has sizable realistic cocks for filling an ass and a cunt simultaneously, joined under the perineum, but they were carefully selected to allow us to sit down and work with our holes filled. He often had us both loaded with them at the same time, and sometimes bent us both over the desk and swapped them between us, so the one coated in my cunt juices and warm from my ass was put into Vicki’s cunt and ass and vice versa.

In another attempt to spice up the VCs, Vicki decided that when her clothes allowed, she would do VCs with her nipple clamps or suckers in place. Doing the VCs without a bra made her tits move in a sexy way and improved her mood no end.

Another tactic to make VCs more interesting was to be distractions by making out and fucking on the far side of the office in their eye line. Vicki and I did it first, and we had to muffle our screams in a cushion. One of our favourite positions was me sitting in a chair with my strap-on dildo buried in Vicki’s cunt as she sat on me, and fucked herself with it, with me holding on to her tits for balance and the rubbing tormenting my clit, all angled so that he could see everything. He was very distracted in those VCs.

My husband often distracted Vicki too, one of her favourites being for him to use my spreader bar to keep my legs apart and bending me over the desk, climbing on and driving his cock downwards into my ass, with my cunt on full display in her direction and her being able to see his cock emerging and then impaling my ass. Vicki was often very distracted too.

There was one particular VC where my husband was getting really stressed and wound up beforehand. So, to relax him, I pegged him for a bit bent over his desk, and then at the appropriate time, I took the harness off, and arranged him on the queening chair with his large dildo still inside his ass, and the harness folded so as to be comfortable for him to sit on. Then, for the entire meeting, Vicki gently sucked on his cock, only getting him hard and making him cum once the VC was over. After I shared her mouthful of cum, I reloaded myself into the harness (all without removing his dildo, which is harder than it sounds) and finished off my pegging. I had my rolling orgasms twice, so I was a very satisfied girl too.

To be honest, it is amazing any work gets done at all. But despite all the sex play and kink, lots of work is done, and on a particularly busy afternoon where we were all working flat out, he did something that rekindled a kink that we hadn’t done much of lately, something we are now doing regularly again, something that is as good as ever. All he did was to tell me that we had so much to do before his deadline that I didn’t have time to go for a piss and that I would have to hold it……

Victoria’s Discovery Of Cake Sits

5 May 2020 /

Why on earth does sitting my cute pert ass on a perfect pink creamy sponge cake feel so good? I had absolutely no idea that it would.

Hi, it is Victoria again, and I’ve spent the last fortnight trying to get my head around why such a simple act feels so amazing.

I mean, there is so much going on in this one act. You’ve got the fabulous squelching and oozing (with something that feels perfect for that), you’ve got the destruction, the ass imprint and the ruining of the perfect princess thing all rolled into one perfect act.

Just thinking about the oozing and squelching, of how the cake felt in my ass crack and oozing its way into my cunt, makes me ready to cum by thought and memory alone. I’ve never been that excited by an act I’ve done ever.

I love the opulence and exaggeration of the swirls of fluffy pink icing, and how it feels as I lower my spread ass onto it. I love how the icing round my asshole feels like it flutters as I fart on it. I love the stickiness and how it seems to glue the cake to my cunt and ass, and it is that same stickiness that allowed Mira’s husband to stick large amounts of squashed cake to my tits.

My 32GG tits can also be described as pendulous, and in a similar way to Mira, her husband loaded my tits with cake. He knows me well though, and he knows how I love for my tits to feel they have had a workout. I love them aching from where they’ve been swinging backwards and forwards and if he can make them swing quiet viciously through the motion of my body, then he does.

It is the reason why when I use the exercise bike (which I have been quite a bit in the last few weeks) that I’m topless, as I love the way my tits snap side to side as I peddle. (For the record, Mira, quite sensibly, keeps hers strapped down on the odd occasion she uses it).

So, having loaded my tits up with cake, he presented his cock to my mouth, and had me suck it, and as I moved backwards and forwards, my cake-laden pendulous tits swung backwards and forwards in an amazing way. The extra weight made a lot of difference. As well as dreaming about having my tits heavy with cake, I’m wondering about other ways of adding weight to my tits.

Whilst I was sucking on his cock and my tits were viciously swinging, I orgasmed really quite hard, so later when Mira ate the cake from my cunt, she got to eat cum soaked cake. She did give me a little to taste though and it tasted divine.

The whole thing was a sensory and emotional treat, and certainly wouldn’t be my last time doing any of it. I’m really glad that they chose to leave my cake sit until right at the end of Cake and Cunnilingus Day, as anything after would have been an anti-climax.

I didn’t get a lot of sleep that night. I was trying to work out why it was so good, masturbating at the memories, and wondering what other foods may feel great when sat on.

As I reminisced, I remembered steam puddings, those upturned from a pudding bowl, vanilla ones covered is sticky jam and toffee ones covered in toffee sauce; they’d have to be cold rather than hot, but I bet they’d work well. I remembered the pink tray bake cake from school; I bet that icing which was sticky and held together as a sheet would feel amazing wrapped around my ass. I remembered upturned blancmanges but wondered if they might not have enough resistance. I then remembered trifle, and spent ages trying to work out if I could sit on a trifle. I so wanted to sit on a trifle.

I remembered chocolate éclairs, then mused that the cream would probably spray out of the ends. Then I remembered choux buns covered in chocolate and split around the middle and filled with cream. That was a probably more pleasing cream ooze pattern. And then I remembered profiteroles, a lovely big pile of cream filled chocolate covered profiteroles and I thought how lots of little jets of squirting cream might feel.

I am well and truly hooked. It was only a few days after that first cake sit, and yet I had already done another one. I found an original school canteen recipe online for the pink iced tray bake, so I modified it to be gluten-free and made one of those. I’m not sure what Mira was more impressed by – the fact I wanted to do another cake sit so quickly, that the pink icing stuck to my ass so well, or that the cake tasted exactly like she remembered from school.

A couple of days later, Mira’s husband returned from shopping with a couple of good sized éclairs. So, as we sat down for dinner, he lined them up with our spread ass cracks, and we lowered ourselves onto them. The cream did indeed squirt out of each end, but because we rolled onto them (front first, then rolling backwards), the cream at the front squirted onto our cunts. He caught the cream at the back in his mouth and swallowed it. We then had the rest of the meal with our sticky desserts under us, every small move creating squishing and sticky sensations in our ass cracks. We were in no hurry to reach dessert, but when we did, it was divine – each woman bending over the table for someone to eat the éclair directly from our ass cracks (I ate Mira’s and her husband ate mine). I really enjoyed that meal!

I made a couple of gluten-free cupcakes earlier on today. I did a massive pink icing swirl on each, and I took one into the lounge to show Mira and her husband. Mira stood next to me, peeled the cake case off the cake and stood admiring it in her right hand. They were impressed, especially with the icing. She placed her left hand at the top of my ass, then in one fluid movement, she took the cupcake and squashed it into my cunt, cupping around my cunt to collect any loose cake and then squash it all in. It was oozing deep inside me and was filling me with something fantastically squishy and sticky.

When she was satisfied it was all in, she took her hands off me and licked at the hand the cupcake was in. She looked very mischievous and very pleased with herself. I felt over the moon. Even slight movements made the cake ooze and squish inside me. I would probably have stood there for ever, but Mira’s husband reminded me Mira wanted to post this article today, so he suggested I should finish that, then he’d get me in the Queening chair, use a wand on my clit for a bit and then clean me out.

So here I am, cunt full of cake, feeling in sensory heaven, trying to stay focussed enough to finish this post off. It isn’t easy because the cake feels so good.

The Great Cake And Cunnilingus Day Cake Sit (Part Two)

22 April 2020 /

So, there I was, my cunt and ass embedded in a formerly pristine pink buttercream iced Victoria sponge, and it felt good, with all the squished cake in my ass crack and cunt, and I had just pleased two eager people by doing my first ever cake fart.

As I sat on the cake, it was sticky and squelchy and just felt amazing. I could have stayed sat for hours, but after I’d been sitting in it for a good while, it was time to feed Vicki some cake and time to feed my husband some cunt.

I lifted my ass up off the cake, and as my cheeks were being held open by the floor, when I lifted my ass up, my crack closed up and cake squelched out of it. I adore those cake squelching feelings. I gave my ass a little wiggle to make any loose cake fall off, and I looked back to see a lovely pattern of my cheeks and ass crack in the squashed cake. It worked better than I had hoped, and I made my husband take pictures of the cake and my cake covered ass.

Then I moved onto all fours, my pendulous 34H tits slightly oscillating as I positioned myself. My husband moved the flattened cake from between my legs and placed it to my side. Then he sat down to my side by my tits. He grabbed the hanging tit closest to him, picked up a handful of cake with the other hand and squashed it onto the lowest part of the tit, covering the nipple and all the area round it. This was new, but it was obvious what he was up to. He then added more handfuls of cake all round my tit until it was pretty well covered. He then let my tit go and watched it as it swung backwards and forwards until it naturally stopped, checking the cake wouldn’t fall off.

He then went round to the other tit and repeated the loading and squashing. After he had finished, he moved the spare cake away and took another admiring look at his handiwork and took a couple of photos. The extra weight on my tits accentuated their pendulous nature, meaning even small movements made for quite long periods of tit swinging.

Once he was satisfied, he lay down face up on the floor with his head just beyond my feet. Vicki positioned herself between my legs and his head, lowering her cunt to meet his mouth, and lowering her mouth to meet the cake stuck to my ass.

And thus, the simultaneous cake and cunt eating began. My husband commented later that Vicki’s cunt was already slick and dripping with juices when his mouth first made contact – clearly cake sitting and cake farts were getting her horny. Her mouth and tongue started clearing the cake off my ass, starting with the outside of my thighs and outer parts of my ass cheeks. She was clearly doing it deliberately to make me wait for her tongue to contact my cunt, asshole, and crack. That tactic usually works, but when there is squishing and oozing cake involved, I enjoy those feelings too, so was in no rush for her to stop them. I was also loving the swinging of my cake-laden tits, with every small movement I was making being accentuated by the extra weight.

Just before she was about to start on my crack, she stopped and started making loud noises. I was so engrossed in my squelchy mess that I’d completely forgotten my husband was working her cunt with his tongue, and she was clearly close to having an orgasm. I knew my husband would have speeded up to make her cum, and once that loud yell that signified her orgasm had happened, so she briefly paused before recommencing on my ass.  The challenge of Cake and Cunnilingus Day is that whilst she has cake, her cunt needs to be licked, so I knew that as soon as she started licking at my cake covered ass, he’d be licking at her sensitive cunt again. She appeared to not be in any rush though, with clear and deliberate movements with her tongue and mouth, moving down my ass crack to clear it of cake and icing.

My ass was a little sticky from the sugar and her tongue, but my cunt was still covered, and she was unable to reach my cunt with her tongue, so I needed to move. I got up and enjoyed the feeling of the cake squishing between the underside of my tits and my body. I stood admiring my cake-laden cunt and tits, and had him take more photos, all whilst she went to get a towel to protect the sofa. I sat on the sofa, with my legs wide and my ass hanging off the edge, my cake-covered tits resting proudly on my chest. After another couple of pictures, my husband retook his position and Vicki got herself comfortable over his mouth. The way she closed her eyes told me he immediately restarted licking (as the rules state, until she finishes her portion of cake, she can’t stop him licking her). She opened her eyes and they locked onto my cake covered cunt. She put her hands to my cunt and started slowly and deliberately opening the folds and licking her way round my cunt.

Fold by fold and with amazing precision, she cleared the cake and cream off my cunt, sucking away at my cunt and licking down my hole to ensure I was cake free. I shifted a little uncomfortably just as she cleaned off the last bit of cream – that shift is a sign that I was part way to an orgasm. Vicki clearly saw that and focussed on my hole and running her tongue round my clit. I started breathing heavily and Vicki was moaning in between licks – I correctly surmised that my husband was still licking her cunt and had her part way to another orgasm too.

It was a race between her tongue and my husband’s, and I was hoping she would win, as if he made her cum before I did, she’d probably stop and let my orgasm slip away. I need not have worried – her tongue was forceful and quick, and she made me yell out and cum about ten seconds before she yelled out with her orgasm. That was close.

She settled back away from me and sat looking lovingly at me. My husband got up and leant over me, kissing me with the taste of Vicki’s cunt strongly in his mouth. My tongue was very active trying to clear her taste from his mouth. When I broke his kiss, he smiled at me and asked if he was permitted cake. So that’s why he loaded my tits with it! We agreed that he was, and he set about diligently clearing my tits of cake, starting at the top, lingering over my nipples, and finished with the really squished cake under my tits.

Vicki and I were both very satisfied. I really enjoyed my cake sit, cake fart, and how he added cake to my swinging tits. I’d definitely want all three again. And then I remembered Vicki still had her cake sit to come. But right now, I needed cake, which meant I needed one of their tongues to lick my cunt. My husband volunteered his tongue and Vicki started feeding me squished cake with a spoon. I love Cake and Cunnilingus Day.

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