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

16 April 2020 /

This year (April 14th) was my second Cake and Cunnilingus Day and Victoria’s first. We had observed Steak and a BJ Day (March 14th), with my husband having his favourite sirloin tips with a massive pile of chips, mushrooms, and onion rings twice, and two blow jobs resulting in him cumming. My jaw was aching before we even started (thanks body!), so Vicki made the selfless sacrifice to start mine off for me, and I took over when he was already pretty hard. It only took a minute or so after her sterling work to get a mouthful of cum. As per blow job etiquette, we had to have tits on display, pulled up out of their bra and resting on top of it, and we had to show him our mouthful of cum before swallowing it and show him our empty mouths after.

My blowjob was at lunchtime with his first steak. Vicki repeated the exercise in the evening, when his body had had a chance to replenish his stock of cum. She licked her lips after downing his cum is such a sexy way I just had to dive in for a delicious long tonguy kiss.

Last year on Cake and Cunnilingus Day, my husband’s tongue was on its own, and it did a fabulous job servicing my cunt, but this year, there are three tongues and two cunts. Bear in mind that I had no intention of having my cunt licked less than last year, and I fully intended for Vicki’s to be licked for the same period as mine, so all our tongues would be busy.

My husband has been practicing and building up his stamina, and with two eager cunts to practice on, the amount he can carry on licking for is a lot better. Vicki’s tongue of course is amazing, and Vicki describes my tongue as quick, unrelenting, and deep, and she seems very satisfied from my efforts.

To add a bit of variety to our Cake and Cunnilingus Day proceedings, my husband decided that Vicki and I would each do a cake sit. He had become obsessed with cake sits since he found about Christina Aguilera burying her ass into a cake before we got together, although he was disappointed she was clothed, as in his mind, cake sits should always be naked.

I did the first one a few months ago mostly for his sexual pleasure but also as an act of Ass Worship, and I enjoyed it way more than I was expecting. I thought I would enjoy his licking the cake off my ass, but I got a lot of pleasure from the physical part of actually sitting on the cake, the tactile sensation of my cunt and ass meeting and then burying itself in something moist and squishy. The sensations of the cake oozing round my cunt and squeezing in my ass crack were amazing and I wanted to do it again almost immediately. I also took a lot of pleasure as I often do from the taboo nature and of taking a pristine cake and leaving a deep imprint of my ass in it – I really don’t know why I feel like this but it feels really good. The second and third time I did it was definitely for my pleasure (although my husband enjoyed watching and licking off the cake).

So, this was my fourth cake sit and Victoria’s first. She didn’t really know what to make of it, but I was so excited that she realised how much I got off on it. She’s always up for embracing something new, kinky, and taboo, so she was really eager to try it.

So, on this day, Vicki and I would each in turn plant our cute asses into a welcoming, soft, squidgy, creamy cake. After an extended period sitting in it, we would get up and present our asses for the other woman to lick the cake off, and remembering our rule about whenever a woman is eating cake, her cunt needs to be eaten too; my husband would eat that cunt.

Our plans for Cake and Cunnilingus Day were under threat for a while, but luckily the egg supply is good now, and I already had the rest of the ingredients from before the virus all started. So over Easter, in amongst our Easter related sex silliness, we made loads of cake. We’re good at baking, and at eating cake (and cunt for that matter).

We baked two cakes with the cake-sits in mind. These were multi-layer Victoria sponges (aptly named), layered with raspberry jam and topped with large amounts of elaborate pink swirls of soft buttercream icing. I chose pink because it brought to mind that whole princess aesthetic that I hate, and I can’t think of anything better to do with a bright princess inspired cake than to squash it and leave it imprinted with the shape of my ass.

So, when we were ready, I took up my favourite cake-sitting position, namely on my knees with my legs far enough apart for the cake to be placed. After the cake was positioned, I leant forward (to maintain my balance), and I used both hands to pull apart my ass cheeks. I loved the feeling of the cake squelching up into my ass crack, and this way, I really got to feel it. Also, as I stretched my ass, my little fingers pulled at the flesh either side of my cunt stretching it open a little too, as cake squelching into my cunt felt really good too.

I was only in this stretched position for a second before carefully lowering my ass to meet the cool pink swirls. The anticipation of what it feels like almost gets me off, but that first touch of soft icing on my body was divine. Then, as slowly and controlled as I could, I started applying my weight to the cake and it started squashing and I felt the oozing of cake and icing up my ass crack and into my cunt that I absolutely love. The control is important, as I don’t want to just destroy the cake, I want to see the formerly pristine cake with an equally perfect imprint of my ass and cunt in it – it is a visual thing as well as a sensation one.

When I was fully sitting down with icing and cake squelched up my cunt and ass crack, I relaxed, let go of my cheeks and made myself comfortable, and I was blissfully happy.

I looked down at the mess under and around me, and that made me excited. But it is the feeling of the squashed cake connecting with my cunt and ass that feels the best.

But I was about to make my husband’s day. Cake farts are a thing, and my husband had always wanted me to fart on a cake, as he once read a description of how the fart made the icing vibrate, and that excited him. He was about to get his wish!

For it to be a proper cake fart, my asshole needed to be surrounded with icing, and I could feel it was. So, when I was ready, and they were both looking and, in a frenzy, I let out a long controlled fart. I could feel the icing move, and he described how it flickered like a pond with wind blowing over it; in reality it was even better than he imagined. I had a massive taboo kick from it – as if it wasn’t taboo enough to sit on a perfect princess inspired cake, it was even more taboo to fart on it and know your lovers will have to eat it. What a rush!

Without A Word

10 April 2020 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Best Laid Plans

26 March 2020 /

I don’t remember the government’s guidance on controlling the spread of the Coronavirus including women having to have their cunts licked for well over an hour a day. Victoria is insistent it is worth a try.

My husband is taking the “wash your hands” message to extremes, insisting he thoroughly washes my and Vicki’s cunts, asses, and tits on a daily basis. We must seriously have the cleanest tits in the country – I can guarantee there is no Coronavirus on them, given the amount of time he has spent lathering and then rinsing them off. He similarly lathers our ass cheeks, and we have to bend over to allow him to lather right down the crack and focus on cleaning our assholes. Then while we are bent over, he carefully ensures (from behind) that our cunts, and particularly the folds of our cunt flaps and the hoods around our clits are thoroughly clean. His attention to detail is exemplary.

It has turned into a running joke that anything and everything sexual was to help with Coronavirus. In these days where most of the country has shut down with no end in sight, I think you have to raise a smile. Of course, neither of those things above helps with Coronavirus. None of us want to make light of the current problems, but we three feel we need to make the best of it and keep a smile if we can.

Other than for food shopping, we have been isolating ourselves for a week now. Vicki isn’t staying away in hotels at all, my work has been suspended and my husband is working from home all the time. We therefore have a lot more time on our hands and are using the opportunity to further sort out the flat and of course to fuck more. You expected that, right?

The question of whether we should be having physical contact with each other came up. Obviously, we all live together, so we can still congregate in our flat, and as none of us are in the vulnerable category, government advice is that we can still fuck and have bodily contact. Bloody good job: to be honest, I would struggle not having bodily contact, which is why we came up with our rules for fucking even if one of us has a cold.

Because I am susceptible to viruses, we have been doing all the good hygiene the government is now advising for years (and have barely had a cold because of it). We’ve added in showers immediately when we get home, but apart from that, we think our hygiene record has been proven over the years, so we are going to carry on fucking and having other bodily contact.

I know for some people; social isolation feels like a fate worse than death. They just seem to be incapable of it, but it is absolutely necessary. I have to admit I much prefer dinner parties to pubbing and clubbing these days, but even our dinner parties have been cancelled. We had a party planned for Easter with Laura, Nikki, and their partners – the first such party of the year and way too long since our last party.

We had decided to base the party on some Easter related silliness that my husband and I had done over the years. We have tried a number of things involving eggs, bunnies, and chocolate, and we planned to share a number of the things that worked at the party. Inserting Flakes one-by-one into my cunt and then eating them directly out was what my husband did to me the first Easter that we were together. We’ve also placed Flakes between my ass cheeks and tits, and in all three locations, he has both eaten them directly off me quickly and allowed them to melt a little first. We had ordered a big catering pack of Flakes for the party.

You can use chocolate eggs, like Creme Eggs or Caramel Eggs in a similar way to Flakes. My favourite use for such as egg is placing it between my ass cheeks over my asshole, and letting it melt a lot (with body heat, that doesn’t take long), then having him lick it all out of my crack and cleaning my asshole. My husband also loves inserting one just inside my cunt, leaving it for a good while to melt and then licking my cunt clean.

We’ve found that if you cut the end of one such egg (best done when cold), you can mount it on the end of his cock, with the fondant or caramel sticking to his glans (best done when warm). This is by far the best way to eat such eggs, as you not only get the egg, but you also have to lick it all clean off his glans as well. We’re rather fond of that. We had a load of these eggs in stock too for the party.

One final thing for chocolate is something we started doing a couple of years ago. We have a hollow chocolate egg that needs breaking; we unwrap it; he holds it point up with the other end on a surface (e.g., a plate or tray resting on a chair), I spread my ass cheeks nudge the point against my asshole, he stops holding the egg, and then I sit down, crushing the egg in the process. We’ve found if the egg is cold, it breaks with a minimal amount sticking to my ass. If the egg is warm, rather more of sticks to my ass, and therefore he takes a long time to eat it all off my ass. Both are good, which you do just depends on what you want to do at the time. We had a number of nice hollow eggs in stock too.

Over the years (really working tenuous and cheesy Easter links), we’ve added a few props to our Easter fun. A few years ago, he bought a bunny tail butt plug and matching bunny ears, which I wear for increasing amounts of time over Easter. We definitely were including those in the party – all female participants were going to get their own.

They were also going to get their own yoni eggs, roughly egg-shaped vaginal weights. The ones we had selected were symmetrical and made of glass and were extra-large, meaning our cunts would get a workout. You can use them for Kegel exercises, but I found it is really lovely to just have one inside your cunt and to try to keep it in. I’ve had mine for a year, and I’ve started going out with it in, like I sometimes do with butt plugs; it is a really exhilarating activity. But for the party, we had decided that the female guests would each arrive with one in place, and then keep inserting and removing them as necessary. This party was going to be a real challenge for our cunts.

Of course, we can’t leave out rabbit sex toys, which we were going to use quite a number of, including a particularly vicious mains-powered one that Vicki owns that we were going to use to finish off all the poor clits at the party. It is a monster that rarely gets used, but it was going to be closing act for each woman of the evening and was a real challenge for our clits.

I’m getting horny just writing about our plans, but sadly they are partially on hold. We have rightly cancelled the party, but my husband, Vicki and I are going to have fun with this stuff over Easter, and the whole group will get together once this is all over, hopefully before all the chocolate goes out of date!

The Inevitable Drift Towards Polyamory

4 March 2020 /

In the days after I had realised that I was madly in love with Victoria and still madly in love with my husband, I had little sleep, as I imagined a wonderful situation where Victoria lived with us full time, where she was an equal partner in our relationship, where we got to all love each other, as well as all fuck each other frequently and mercilessly.

I knew there was a good chance that I was heading for a fall. I knew it wasn’t all that likely to work out like I imagined. After all, how likely is it for us to find someone who genuinely and whole-heartedly wants to fuck both of us, let alone that that someone would change her mind (from not wanting a relationship at all to wanting in on a polyamorous one). Still, I dreamed and wanked about it. I couldn’t help it. I was so excited.

I started reading up on all things polyamorous, to prepare myself for the conversations that lay ahead, and also to understand more about what I might be getting into. And there was a lot to take in.

One thing that is very clear is that it isn’t a quick decision to make, nor was it an easy one. Not many polyamorous relationships make it past early days, and the last thing I wanted was to ruin what we had. There are many pitfalls, much to discuss and many plans to be made.

When my husband and me decided to get married, it wasn’t a grand gesture, a lavish proposal on a beach in Tahiti or flashing on a stadium scoreboard. It wasn’t even a down on one knee thing. It was just a conversation where I mentioned we should probably get married and my husband said, yes, I think we should. Simple as that, and real. A lot of those gestures aren’t real, whereas this was sorting it out the way we always sort things out.

Well, it was similar with Vicki. Small steps without a grand design at the end of it, no big decision or question that needed answering, just an inevitable drift towards a special relationship, and a complicated one at that.

The biggest complication which was present right from the start was that this wasn’t a closed relationship. My husband and me both wanted to fuck other people (with full knowledge and consent), indeed often us both fucking the same person. Neither of us wanted to give that prize up when we brought Vicki into the family, and so it was some relief when Vicki agreed to apply our rules to all three of us.

It sounds somewhat more formal than it actually is. All we say is that all three in the group agrees to one or more of the group fucking someone else (someone specific on a person by person basis). We also have rules about sexual protection and tests that we all apply but given these are planned fucks (for demisexual reasons) and not random fucks, often things can be done to allow safe bareback (a preference for all three of us).

It has to be said that although the three of us had different paths to where we are now, the one thing we all had in common was lots and lots of bareback sex. Right through university (or before), through professional careers, all three of us enjoyed a lot of bareback sex, and we were lucky. Very lucky. None of us got any nasty STDs, and there were no pregnancies involved. In these days where you can get STD check-ups on a routine basis, there is now a lot less risk, and when demisexuality means you need to know someone rather than picking them up in a bar, you get a chance to plan and do tests in advance.

When it was just my husband and me, we planned to have people we could both fuck (hence Vicki), and we were always looking for the illusive man we could both fuck. I have to admit we didn’t really think anyone would turn into a full polyamorous partner, but such is our emotional attachment to Vicki that it was inevitable. But our intention wasn’t to find one person to fuck, it was to find a number. What happened with Vicki was very much not part of the plan.

Fundamentally, this is the continuation with a process that began ages ago, as my husband and I began to discuss our sexualities, our desires, our needs, and we realised we wanted to watch other people have sex, and then for us to actually have sex with other people. It has been a brilliant decision, although I realise not a decision that many relationships could take. Ours though has only been enhanced by it.

Although for me, Vicki went from being about sex to being about love. I think it is the increase in the amount of love I could give and receive that makes the situation appealing to me, especially as my nuclear family is toxic and we have little to do with them – the idea of a loving extended family, all of whom contribute to the whole is something many people have and I never have – it has always been about me and my husband, and here it was potentially being about someone else as well. Once I had put away the notion that in loving Victoria, I would reduce my love for my husband in some way, there were only positives for me.

I remember with fondness the day I told Vicki that I loved her. One weekend, when Vicki was down for her fourth weekend in a row (unusual in itself). My husband wasn’t home yet, and I was lying on the floor with Vicki’s cunt firmly planted on my mouth. My tongue was firmly probing her folds and tasting her delicious flavour, and I was staring lovingly up past her mound, her stomach, and her tits to her sweet face, which had gone from smiling to focussing on what my tongue was up to.

After I made her cum for the fourth time, she looked down into my eyes, with a twinkle and what looked like lots of love, and she asked me what I was thinking. She lifted her cunt off my mouth enough for me to speak, that brief pause was all I had to decide whether to go for it. I told her that I loved her and wanted to be able to do this virtually every day rather than a couple of times a month. 

Her smile slightly broadened as she lowered her cunt back down, saying she would like that, before mischievously adding that I needed the practice. Cheeky bitch.

But it was out there, and she hadn’t run away. As I was licking her cunt, I was thinking about how things may develop. It did at least provoke thoughts and start discussions, but the reality was that we were drifting towards polyamory anyway. Fundamentally, we did all feel the same, and whilst nobody wanted to move quickly, the direction of travel was pretty clear, and it wasn’t far from what I imagined.

We all know there will be more. As inevitably as fucking Vicki, there will be others. But we have the framework in place and are all totally on board. What amazing people they both are. What an amazing relationship we all have. And I know the best is yet to come.

What A Difference A Couple Of Years Make

17 February 2020 /

What a difference a couple of years make. It is Victoria here, and I thought I would write a post whilst Mira still isn’t up for writing much (although she has edited this post for me). She has been diagnosed as coeliac, has taken the gluten out of her diet completely and is now starting to make progress. Amongst other things, she is actively seeking sex now, which is a big improvement. She wanted a big reverse cowgirl session with her husband last night, and afterwards she wanted me to fuck her with a strap-on whilst we were both wearing butt plugs. I’m glad her kinky side is coming back!

Anyway, to the difference a couple of years make. Back then, I was undersexed, woefully lacking in orgasms and generally feeling sorry for myself. I needed sex, and yet I had a woeful record of choosing partners. It didn’t matter who I found; it always quickly went wrong somehow. That is what was great about Mira and her husband. It was just fucking great sex with no strings and no commitments.

But over time, we got closer. I found myself really looking forward to spending time with them and hated leaving them. It was so nice to be wanted and cared about. What I was really in awe of though was their relationship. Yes, there was an awful lot of sex, but their care and love for each other’s wellbeing was fabulous. They were both always looking out for the other one and working to make the other one happy. I found myself quite jealous and wanting that in a partner. I started out as a third-party fuck, but over a relatively short amount of time, I started to feel included and cared for. Over the months, I think we had all realised we had something special, but none of us were really sure what to do with it.

One thing it took me a while to get my head round was amount of sexual interaction they had. Whether it be passing each other in a corridor, sitting down cuddling, standing at a shop counter or at a kitchen counter, there is always groping or stroking going on – it is part of the reason Mira stopped wearing panties: to give him better access to her cunt and ass. If she’s sitting on the loo about to piss, he might come in and gently tip her head back and full tongue snog her or grab a rough handful of tit or even shove his hand down the toilet between her legs so that she pisses on his hand. Whilst this initially felt somewhat intrusive, I realised how loving it was and how it helped to keep them sexually connected. Their relationship seemed to be built on the other partner taking exactly what they want when they want, and the level of trust they have in each other to be able to do this is amazing.

It is a very special type of relationship, and I am incredibly lucky to be part of it, so, realising that I was totally at ease with it, I am now totally on board with this, and I decided to actively encourage it in their interactions with me.

Then, Mira’s health started deteriorating. You could see the love in his eyes as his kinky slutty bitch just wasn’t herself. She was totally selfless though, insisting on sexual activity for his sake, even though her body and mind wasn’t really up to it. They were doing positions that meant she could be in as little pain as possible, yet still get fucked. As a minimum, they had one face down on the bed anal session every day, and when I was there, she insisted me and her husband fuck loads to make up for her having less sex than usual. She “had to have her husband fully exercised”, and I returned the favour by making sure she orgasmed as much as she could, thus I spent many a happy hour licking her cunt – them buying that queening chair was so timely.

I did find Mira’s illness quite difficult to cope with at times. Apart from hating to see someone you love being in pain or discomfort (unless it is on the end of some spanking, in which case, you revel in it!), I did sometimes feel guilty that there I was pushed against a wall with her husband driving his rock-hard cock into my asshole, and she was relegated to watching. Of course, the reality was that she was in pain and her body was so sensitive to touch, she really wasn’t up for it, and she was perfectly happy to watch us to fuck like rabbits. She even sometimes commanded our sex from the side-lines which was fun, almost like a live webcam session.

Since all this gluten stuff started, I now feel like I’m an integral part of their family. Illness is problematic in itself, and it either pulls people together or drives people apart. Mira’s ill health has definitely brought us all closer together and I love being with them. I’ve spent virtually no time at home (bear in mind that is six hours away), so it was a natural step for me to give up my flat and move in. As I have a national remit at work, it doesn’t really matter where I am based, as I’ll need to spend a few nights a week in hotels. So, I am able to work going forward out of head office (which is a 30 minute commute away from Mira’s), and indeed, my company thought there were advantages to me doing so.

I rent a furnished flat at the moment, so all I have to bring down is my personal stuff, which I’m doing a bit at a time in my car. They have a small flat, so fitting my stuff in is difficult, but we are getting there. My under-bed restraints went straight on the bed, and he tested them out on me the first night with amazing effect. Mira isn’t too keen on being restrained, but I love being tied down and not being able to escape whatever thing is being done to my poor defenceless cunt or ass.

Whenever I’m with them, I’m always pantyless, but now I’m going to be there full time, I’ve given him all my panties to lock up with Mira’s. He has selected two pairs (my favourite pair and the pair Mira loves) for use for cunt stuffing, gags and for tying our hair up Sara Cox style, but we can never wear them as panties. I can totally see why Mira loves it so much – it does make me feel permanently naughty, and I find if so empowering to be in an important business meeting and to know I’m pantyless – I think it gives me an edge!

The final difference a couple of years makes is this, my sex life laid out on a blog. I never thought my sex life would be interesting enough to be blogged about, and yet here I am, having all my intimate details being laid out by my lovers, and I love it and I’m excited about it. So, the next time Mira is writing about how she’s opening my cunt to roll my clit in her fingers, or how she’s loaded a butt plug in my ass for us to go shopping, remember how much I love her sharing all the detail with you, and knowing it might be shared makes it all the more sexy!

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