The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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Two Peggers Are Better Than One (Part One)

1 March 2019 /

I love pegging my husband, but my low energy levels mean I’m not able to do so as often as I’d like, nor for as long as I’d like. He likes realistic looking cocks with balls and wants to be impaled to the point that he feels the balls contacting his ass cheeks as I drive in, so the fuck is quite physically demanding. The longest (by far) that I’ve ever managed is 25 minutes, and I was sure he could take a lot longer. He has a very greedy ass.

I was worried during our challenge last year that I wouldn’t be able to peg him for one particular anniversary in November. It wasn’t in the spirit of the challenge to just have a quick crap pegging with a small dildo – I wanted to peg him properly but felt sure I wasn’t up to it energy-wise. I was talking to Victoria about it a few days before, and she suggested that perhaps we should both peg him, with me doing so with the largest dildo at the desired time, but with her having warmed him up for me. It sounded an ideal solution, and we then got naughty in planning a few other elements to go alongside the pegging my husband knew about.

When he opened the front door coming in from work, he was expecting to be pegged that evening by me. What he saw when he came into the lounge was Victoria and I sitting on the couch, naked apart from harnesses and a cock and balls dildo in each one. Luckily, the harness that doesn’t fit me well fitted Victoria perfectly, so we each had our own harness for the evening. My husband’s face was a picture, and his cock went hard in his trousers. He had no idea Victoria was in the area, let alone would be waiting with a strap on ready to ravage his asshole.

We outlined the expanded plan to him. He would not get to fuck us this evening; he could fuck us both tomorrow. This evening was between us and his ass.

We told him that he was going to be pegged relentlessly by both of us, and in between, there would be the occasional interlude for vigorous spanking of his ass with a butt plug in, to ensure his asshole was still being twisted and worked on even when we weren’t pegging him. We were going to make him cum, make a mess of himself without even touching his cock, and we’d only clean him up when we had finished fucking his asshole.

And if he accepted all this and wanted to begin, he needed to strip and lie face down on the bed for round one. He looked keen to get going, but he said he needed to piss first, so Vicki dropped to her knees, undid his trousers, pulled down his thong and let them drop to the floor, and she eagerly inhaled his cock in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of his piss, and once he was finished, she announced that was the last time anyone would touch his cock until we had finished with his asshole.

He stepped out of his trousers and thong and removed the rest of his clothes and went and lay face down on the bed. I was so excited, and given how hard his cock was, he was too. I often joked about trying to destroy his asshole, obviously not literally, although I do feel it needed much more use than it was receiving, but I know how big the toys he wanted to be able to take were, and to get there needed a lot of work. No, it was the language that really got him excited, so to play on that, I held open his ass cheeks and we photographed his pucker, whilst telling him we might destroy his asshole tonight, so we wanted a record before we started. He replied with “Do your best, bitches.” As if we weren’t hot enough as it was, he knew the language to really get us all worked up.

We had already prepared half a dozen lube syringes to get lube deep into his asshole and began with lube poured from the bottle on his pucker. I unloaded the first syringe into his asshole, and begin inserting fingers (first one, then two, then three) working them in and out and adding more lube to prepare him for his first fake cock of the evening. Vicki applied lube to my cock, and I removed my fingers and quickly replaced them with the first inch of my cock. It was the one we always use to start pegging. It isn’t small, but it isn’t large either. It is a fairly basic PVC model, with a 5 inch circumference and a 5 inch insertable length. It is our warm up cock to get his asshole ready for something larger. I gently pushed in and pulled out, slowly increasing the pressure I applied to push my strap-on cock in a little further. Victoria inserted another syringe of lube down the side of my cock as I started getting further in, all the time I was talking about his greedy ass, and after around a minute, the cock was all the way, with the balls resting on his ass cheeks. By this time, I was virtually lying on his back, and Victoria moved our legs apart to get herself a better view.

I started rocking my hips to start a fucking motion, slowly and gently at first, slowly moving my hips more and more until at the furthest out, there was only an inch of cock left in his ass, yet at its deepest was five inches in. I built up the speed, so I was quite vigorously fucking his asshole. Then I stopped whilst fully buried, then changed to a motion that was a quick pull out, followed by a hard full body thrust, slamming my fake balls into his ass. He yelped – he always did the first time this motion was used on a given size of cock. We’d hear that again later, I was sure. I fucked his ass as hard as I could, driving in with each stroke and slamming into his ass cheeks.

I had only been going for a couple of minutes, but I signalled to Victoria to start lubing her strap-on. I didn’t want to waste my energy on a small dildo, when I have a massive one to pound away with, and he was already ready for the next size up. This size is Adam, a 7 inch PleasureSkin dildo with balls. It’s reasonably girthy at a 6.25 inch circumference and a seven inch insertable length. I bought it before he was with me for use on my cunt, and it took a lot of warm up to take it all. His greedy ass swallows it with ease. For a long time, it was the largest dildo he could take. These days, he can usually take larger, but Adam is the one he can always take, and is always our second size of the session.

When she was ready to go, I withdrew and quickly sat in between his legs to get a good view of her impaling him. We wanted to leave his ass empty for as little time as possible, so she inserted a lube syringe to top his asshole up, then lined up ready start inserting. The anniversary time was still over an hour away, but she’s a fit girl is our Vicki, and she thought she could fuck his ass for a long time. I leant back to watch, happy that finally his asshole is going to get the workout it deserved.

A Breakfast Fuck Without Me

25 November 2018 /

I felt my husband shaking me, trying to wake me up. I blearily saw my husband and Victoria, clearly more awake than I was. I expect they wanted to fuck. It was so early that it was still dark. I waved them away, mumbling they should fuck with my blessing. Yes, I told them to fuck without me. A few months before, that would have been out of the question, but now, in my bleary state, I told them fuck. My husband asked if I was sure, and I said I was and to fuck off and leave me in peace, then I rolled over. I was perfectly happy for them to have an early morning fuck. I rolled over and drifted back off to dreamland thinking about them fucking.

Some time later, I awoke, to the sound of Victoria crying out. It sounded that fine line between pleasure and pain, and I got curious. I carefully crept out of the bedroom and looked into the lounge from our darkened hall, to see Victoria pinned against the lounge wall, facing the wall, dressed in her suit with the skirt hitched up, with my husband behind her, clearly driving his massive hard cock deep into her asshole. Each time he drove forward, she cried out. Now I was closer, I could hear her saying yes or harder between yelps. I know what that particular fuck feels like. His cock gets enormous when it is inside an asshole, and with his female pinned against the wall, his powerful drives have nowhere to go other than deep into the ass. If his cock drives into your asshole on something soft like a bed, the bed flexes and absorbs some of the motion. The wall is totally unforgiving as it absorbs nothing, meaning that every millimetre of that rock hard cock is pounding into your poor defenceless asshole. It is, quite simply, the most invasive anal fuck there is, and she appeared to love it.

I contemplated joining them, but decided against it, instead choosing to watch a little longer. I was enjoying watching, and as I did, my hands drifted down to my cunt and I started working my clit, making sure as to not make a sound. I hadn’t been spotted and decided to sneak back to my room as he stopped the fucking motion and was clearly cumming with his cock as deep into her asshole as he could. I curled up on the bed, looking away from the closed door, still lightly working my clit, listening intently to what was going on. Looking at the time, they’d both need to be off soon, so, I could hopefully make myself cum and make noise as I did so after they had left.

I started hearing swats that sounded like something connecting with her ass. I counted 20, which I suspect was 10 per cheek. He loves spanking me just before I go out, so that I’m freshly spanked out in public. Now Victoria was the same and would be thinking about the morning long after she arrived at work.

I heard her checking her hemline with him and making sure she looked her usual professional self. I then heard him telling her that I would be against the wall tonight for an anal pounding. Can’t wait, but I have to. I heard the door slam twice as they both left, and I could finally have those noisy orgasms I was craving, thinking about my husband relentlessly fucking Victoria’s poor hungry asshole, and thinking about my greedy asshole getting the same treatment tonight.

Victoria arrived home before my husband, so I asked her to talk about her fuck. Yes, not only did I let them fuck without me, I wanted to know what happened in great detail. (How else could I write it up if I didn’t know?)

Well, firstly Victoria woke up with a full bladder, so there was a repeat of him drinking her piss with her sitting over his mouth, this time with him lying on the bathroom floor. She seems totally addicted to and obsessed with the position and the act of my husband drinking her piss.

After she was empty, he got up and went to collect my fitness step (a versatile tool in the sex equipment arsenal) and placed it in front of the toilet. He got her to stand on it, then he bent her over the toilet (the lid and seat were up), and she gripped onto the top edge of the toilet bowl. In this position, her head was lower than her waist with her 32GG tits swinging freely. He placed his foot between her feet and nudged her feet apart to lower her cunt to the correct height, then he drove his already hard cock into her sopping cunt. He fucked her in a slow, rhythmic yet hard pattern for nearly thirty minutes, all that time either building her towards an orgasm, keeping it near or just making her cum like a train. All the time she was getting a little lightheaded because of her head being lower than her ass, and that intensified the orgasms. He made her cum at least five times (he later told me it was seven) before he exploded and drowned her cunt with nice thick cum.

He caught her as her legs collapsed, and he laid her on the floor and proceeded to use his fingers to scoop his cum out of her cunt and alternately feed it into their mouths. “Breakfast” he called it.

They were still naked, so next they had a shower. As she mentioned it, I guessed the type of shower in question. When we share a shower, I end up with the cleanest tits, cunt, and ass in the world. He is fond of lathering then washing tits, cunts, and asses. He lathers them up a number of times to ensure he does a thorough job. So, there they were in our wet room, washing each other’s bodies, with him focussing on her tits, cunt and ass and her reciprocating with a similar number of latherings and rinsings of his cock, balls, and ass. It is a long winded ritual, but very sensual and somewhat pampering, and was followed by a slow ritual of towel drying.

So, then they had some actual breakfast and got dressed and prepared for the day ahead. She thought she was about to leave when my husband took her hand and lead her to the lounge wall. He lifted up her skirt (no panties as usual) and started applying lube to her ass. She knew how hard that fuck would be, how invasive it would be, how the wall wasn’t forgiving meaning your poor ass was skewered completely with every single stroke. She said she was crying out because she almost couldn’t cope with his size and his power. Almost. She was encouraging him to go harder when I heard her, but all the time, she was a little concerned as to whether her ass could cope with such an onslaught. She didn’t mention any of this to my husband because she knew he would stop, and she didn’t want that. She wanted to test her ass for such a pounding, and it passed with flying colours.

I did hear him spanking her ass. Apparently, she said something about remembering the morning during the working day, and my husband thought a few swats with a paddle might help her to remember it even more. He was right, and Victoria had a big smile on her face all day.

I was impatient now. I wanted my ass fuck, and it was still some time before he got home.

Fucking Our Friend Victoria (Part Two)

7 November 2018 /

A rather tousled looking Victoria stood in the doorway to the kitchen. She was quite a sight. Gone was the perfectly presented executive and instead was a recently fucked slut. She was naked from the waist down, with cum evident round her cunt. Her hair was all over the place, and she had a glow about her and a mildly smirky grin; she clearly enjoyed that fuck against the wall from my husband about twenty minutes ago.

I was standing in the kitchen preparing food. She came up behind me and said that my cunt hadn’t had enough action yet, and that she was about to sort that. She unbuttoned and removed my blouse and bra, to reveal my 34Hs to anyone looking in through the window. Then, she pressed a little at my shoulders to bend me over and she slid my skirt up over my ass, gently nudging my feet further apart with her feet. The anticipation was delicious!

She set about working two and three fingers into and out of my cunt, her thumb contacting with my asshole as she worked. She sped up and got more vigorous (and my husband reported she was biting her lip in concentration and determination). It didn’t take me long to get near, and as I felt my cunt start to orgasm, she removed her fingers (with a flourish apparently) and my cunt went from feeling very full to very empty. After a good few seconds of unfilled cumming, she returned her hand and built me up again, repeating the withdrawal flourish. She made me cum like this a total of five times, each time starting my cunt off full and leaving it empty as I came. I did orgasm hard each time, and yet it felt somewhat cruel to not allow me to cum against her fingers.

I looked round to see my husband and Vicki both looking very happy with her efforts, as she slowly rubbed at my clit and asshole after my five orgasms. I told her that she was mean to not let me orgasm full, and she said she’d see to plenty of filled orgasms later, but she didn’t want to totally satisfy me now. Bitch. Absolutely right of course, but still a bitch!

We spent the next couple of hours snacking and chatting about sex and sexuality, learning lots about each other, and looking at and touching each other’s bodies. We didn’t want to overdose on food, as this might impede the sex. We also stopped my husband from having anything to drink, and he knows exactly what that means.

I knew Victoria had been looking forward to one particular kinky activity ever since I spoke to her about it. She seemed to be obsessed with it. Ever since I told her that my husband had become my favourite toilet, and that he would drink my piss directly from my pisshole, she had wanted to try it. Well before she arrived, she had already asked whether I minded her trying it, and I had decided that I would like her to. I love my favourite toilet, and I wanted to see if she did too. This would be the first time anyone else had used my favourite toilet, and both my husband and I knew she wouldn’t be able to go a whole night without trying it out: she would need a piss, and she would want my husband to lie on the floor and drink it.

During those two hours, she took on quite a volume of liquid, and you could see from how she was fidgeting in her seat that she was becoming quite desperate. Eventually I took pity on her and asked her if she wanted to use the toilet, and I offered to demonstrate how it worked. I had enough piss in my bladder for the demo: my husband laid on the floor with a pillow under his head, I knelt with my legs either side of his head and lined up my cunt over his mouth. I talked her through how to line up and how to regulate her flow to enable him to swallow it all – he hates to waste a drop. He attached his mouth over my pisshole, and I began to release my stream of piss. He eagerly sucked at my piss and once I’d finished, he licked me dry, but I got up before he licked me to orgasm. I thought I’d leave his tongue for Vicki. I also talked her through the code for his commands – simple taps on her ass which tells her whether to slow down, speed up or stop.

Victoria then assumed the position, with her cunt lined up over his face. His tongue licked across her cunt and he cleaned his cum off it. She looked down past her 32GG tits into his eyes as he looked back. She said she hoped he was thirsty and before he could answer, she lowered her cunt down until he locked round her pisshole. She was intently looking at his face as she released her stream. Her face was covered in joy and contentment as she emptied her bladder. He was directing with the ass taps, but he seemed to be keeping up with her stream. She pissed for a long time, demonstrating a large capacity bladder. When her bladder was totally empty, my husband started flicking his tongue across her cunt, tasting her juices and bringing her close to orgasm.

As she did so, I noticed his cock, pointing slightly towards Vicki, but mostly vertically and very hard. Breathlessly, and close to orgasm, Vicki suggests I ride it anally. What an exquisite idea. I grabbed the bottle of lube we always keep in the lounge and lubed myself up as best as I could. Then I crouched over his cock and lowered myself onto it. Impaling yourself anally on a cock is never easy to achieve, and it took a couple of goes and lots more lube, but eventually, his rock hard cock slipped into my ass, and expanded a little further, as his cock realised it was in his favourite place.

Just as I achieved the ass impaling, my husband brought Vicki to orgasm. Her cries were quite loud and her orgasm was strong. She climbed off to rotate, and I saw a brief flash of his cum covered face. Her cunt was now lowered onto his mouth the other way round with his nose in her ass crack. She leant forward and met with me doing the same. We kissed very passionately, and Victoria then slipped her three fingers into my cunt again, and vigorously worked on my clit, filling my cunt as she went.

That was the first time in a long time that I had been filled in cunt and ass with flesh. (I’ve done it loads with toys and love it). What with her working my clit and cunt, and my husband’s hard cock in my ass, I was very quick to cum, and this time, she left my cunt stuffed with her fingers for me to orgasm against. She warned me that I had five filled orgasms to have, and she delivered, whilst all the time, having her cunt licked by my husband (and me having his cock in my ass). His tongue finally gave out at about the same time as I had my last orgasm.

It was getting late, so we retired to bed to get some sleep; my husband in the middle of our Super King-sized bed, me on his left as always and Vicki on his right. Vicki and I were both orgasmed out, and were totally exhausted, so we both got to sleep quickly, snuggled up in my husband’s arms.

The Power of Intimate Scent

29 October 2018 /

My husband loves it when I smell of sex. You know the smell – it is unmistakable, and my husband is always very happy when I smell like that. He likes me to go out and about doing normal tasks like shopping or having a meal, whilst still smelling of sex.

I’m certain everyone can smell it. Of course, even if they do, nobody ever says anything. It is however quite a turn on going round, wondering who can smell sex in the air and who can work out it is emanating from me; I really don’t mind the world knowing I’ve recently been fucked. Yes, I love it when I smell of sex too.

Smell is a very powerful sense and for us, smell has a very close link with sex, arousal, and attraction. In today’s modern world, our sense of smell is bombarded by air fresheners, washing and cleaning products and all manner of other chemical fragrances. For health reasons, I’ve had to leave all that behind, meaning that neither my husband nor I use any sort of fragrance in any product ever. What doing that has unmasked are natural and arousing smells, smells that are a turn on, smells that are comforting, smells that added to our attraction to each other.

I started liking and being turned on by the smell of sex and the smell of my cunt and juices when I first started masturbating, although the joy was tempered somewhat my being wary of my mother smelling and having a go at me (because sex is a bad thing, don’t you know?). I always wanked into a pair of my panties, and I kept them in a resealable plastic bag, so that I could smell them whenever I wanted and to ensure that my mother didn’t have a chance to smell them. I would find places to masturbate that wasn’t at home: friends’ houses, shopping centre toilets, pub toilets, the local park, anywhere she wasn’t and would not be able to smell it on me. This early panty sniffing and cunt stuffing was well before I knew these terms existed.

Once I escaped from the clutches of my mother, I was able to masturbate more freely. When I was at university, I was masturbating numerous times every day, and I was inhaling from my damp panties regularly. I still used to wank in random places, as I enjoyed it, so I spent a lot of time smelling of sex. I even had a chance to smell other women’s panties, as during our experimental phase, we were masturbating in groups at parties or study sessions in our bedrooms. They were happy times, and my love of cunt smell and the smell of sex was firmly established.

Coming forward to my then new boyfriend (later my husband), and within weeks of us starting to fuck, he was sniffing my panties; he would sometimes take my panties off me and inhale deeply from my gusset, a simple act that always made his cock rock hard, and an act that made me very happy. It was obvious he liked the smell of my cunt too, and indeed, so it turned out, the smell of my ass. I always wore a thong, so the gusset was always tight against my cunt and the rear strip of fabric buried deep between my ass cheeks, gently nudging my asshole, meaning it would be absorbing my intimate smells all day.

He likes it best when I have a strong smell, so after I have been exercising is popular. When I wore panties, the rear strip of fabric and the gusset were both soaked in my sweat, and instead of getting changed as soon as I got home, I took to keeping them on until he was able to take them off me. My panties often ended up sealed in a bag for later use, and he proceeded to bury his face between my legs and inhale my aroma; it was as if he found my smell intoxicating – it was like he was drinking in my smell. It was a simple thing I could do to turn him on, and I have to admit I don’t understand why some women have a problem with it. Why would anyone not love their partner craving and taking in their intimate smell?

Similarly, he likes smelling my cunt before I have a shower – he always has preferred me to be a little manky down there rather than sparklingly clean. It is a fine balance between kink and hygiene, but I like to indulge him when I can. My favourite position for doing this is to sit astride his face with his nose buried between my cunt lips. The smell of my cunt completely overwhelms his sense of smell and I’ll often apply my mains-powered wand to my clit to make myself cum on his nose. I have a hard time cumming without moving, so this is a real challenge for me, but to overwhelm his sense of smell, I have to keep his nose fully buried in my lips. To help me to not move, he firmly holds around my waist, whilst I focus on the sensations coursing from my clit through my cunt. It is very special and very intimate. Often such arousal by intimate smell is closely followed by him licking my cunt and ass crack, so he can enjoy my flavour as well as my smell.

I am incredibly lucky to have experienced the overwhelming of my sense of smell with our friend Victoria’s cunt. She fully buries my nose between her cunt lips and cums over and over again with a wand. It is totally overpowering, and she loves seeing me almost delirious with her cunt smells and juices. I can now totally understand why my husband loves it so much.

He too has had the joy of having his nose buried in Victoria’s fragrant and juicy cunt and has enjoyed her slick of juices deposited all over his face. He is right in how he describes our cunts as being very different to have your nose buried in, but he is addicted to both. Victoria also has had her nose buried in my cunt and loved the fact that my cunt smell was quite strong, and I am nowhere near as wet as she gets. Victoria also leaves us each some panties soaked in her cunt juices, so we can inhale her smell between visits, something we both love to do.

My relationship with my husband’s smell is slightly different. I get a lot of comfort from his smell, in particular, the smell of his cock and balls. I have found that this smell calms me down if I am anxious, comforts me if I am upset and reminds me that I am loved. I know many women get such comfort from the smell of a t-shirt, but that does nothing for me. It has to be the smell of his cock and balls, either in person or from an as-yet unwashed pair of his thongs and that is so comforting and calming.

My favourite position for smelling his balls is a position I used to feel was somewhat degrading. With me lying on my back on the floor, he lies face down with his face around my cunt and his balls wedged up against my nostrils (and his cock down my face). In this position, his smell is strongest and the most enjoyable and calming.

When I was going through a tough time over the summer, I asked him to leave a thong with a really strong smell, so he wore one all weekend for me, starting clean on Friday and wearing it until his shower on Monday morning. That really strong smell that got me through the rest of the week (bagged between usage to preserve the smell). It really was amazingly calming, and in the past, where I may have had to resort to the occasional diazepam, inhaling deeply from his thong was enough.

Similarly, when he went away for work, I always used to pack him one of my used thongs sealed in a bag, so that he could smell my cunt and ass whilst he was away. I always wore mine for three days too to make sure it was strongly scented, and he loved that, even though he was many miles away, he could still regularly inhale deeply from my bagged fragrant panties and smell my cunt and ass: it was similarly comforting to him.

When I stopped wearing panties ten months ago, we needed to find an alternative solution to allow him to take my smell with him. So, I revealed my penchant for cunt stuffing instead; in this context, we stuffed my cunt with a piece of fabric, an unbleached cotton square. We found these absorbed my cunt smell much quicker being cotton and being internal and these were often damper too, which he loved, especially if I masturbated with it up there. I sometimes put a cotton strip down between my ass cheeks as well, so he can still take my ass smell with him too.

Smell is an incredibly potent sense, and our smells are a source of comfort, arousal, and calm for each other. It is something so simple and yet so powerful.

Fucking Our Friend Victoria (Part One)

21 April 2018 /

We hadn’t seen Victoria for about three months since she sucked off my husband and cum-kissed me. It wasn’t for any reason of awkwardness, more that her work took her to the other end of the country.

When she did finally get work our way, I suggested she stay with us, and that there would always be a bed for her with us. I hoped she would remember that there was only one bed in our place, but that it was a super king size, so there was more than enough room for three. Without explicitly saying, I was offering more than a blow job and cummy kiss. Happily, she realised, and she was eager to fuck too.

Having dealt with the weirdness of arranging a visit which we all knew would end up with fucking, but neither of us actually said so (not something to which we give a second thought now), Vicki and I had a long girly chat on the phone one evening, when my husband was working late.

It was a really lovely chat. Basically, she was happy to go along with what we decided. Ideally, she wanted cock and cum, she wanted kink, she wanted to fuck me, and she was very happy to teach me anything I wanted to know. In return, I knew my husband wanted to fuck her ass (he always had since he first saw it in a tight pair of jeans) and so I told her. Of course, he’d fuck her cunt too, and I explained about his preference for cunt and ass rather than blow jobs, and I said her taste for cum would quite often be filled by snowballing or cleaning his cock with her mouth. She was happy with that. I was also there to provide cunt and to be an eager lesbian student. She was happy with that too!

We also made a rather a monumental decision – my husband would fuck her bareback, just like he fucks me. She hates condoms too (as do we) and loves the feeling of cum being deposited in her holes (as do I!). She has a Mirena too, so we didn’t need to worry about pregnancy, and we agreed we would all have sexual health checks the week before (and then be exclusive from then until our time together). She also memorised our safe word, and we both went through our red lines over which we will not step. Like ours, her red lines were minimal, but important.

The scene was set. The tests were all carried out and proved clear, and the evening of her arrival soon came.

She walked through the door in a stunning business suit. She came up to me, put her arms round me as if to hug me, yet started to gently kiss me. The gentle kiss turned into a full-blown tonsil-sucking snog that went on for ages. It was an amazing kiss. As we eventually broke, we looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. She said she’d wanted to do that for ages, and I told her she could do it whenever she wanted.

She turned round to my husband and threw her arms round his neck and started snogging him. Weirdly, I felt really proud. As she was sucking on his tonsils, I realised that it was actually happening. We’d got ourselves a lover. Lips are for lovers, and she can have all 4 of mine. My husband would be doing disgusting things with her within a matter of seconds, and I fucking loved it. I was immensely happy to be sharing my man (of which she was insanely jealous at one point) and I wanted him to make her squirm, scream and cum like he has always made me. He’s an enormously attentive lover, so I’m sure he would. She also said on the phone that I’d probably cum more in that day than in any other. I knew I wouldn’t be getting my husband’s cock any more that day (as I had my daily fuck in the morning before work), but I’d be getting the best she can do in between him ploughing her. I couldn’t wait.

As they snogged, she used her right hand to play with his cock through his trousers. I decided to help, so I reached round her and undid his trousers, slipping them to the floor. (He wasn’t wearing pants in expectation). As I stepped back to admire her now playing with his cock, I realised I could undo her skirt at the back and slip that down. She wasn’t wearing panties and as well as her ass, I got to view my husband’s cock getting very hard in her hand.

Being careful to step out of the clothes, he manoeuvred her round so that she was resting against the wall (all without breaking the kiss). Then, he pushed his cock between her cunt flaps and then, firmly drove his cock deep into her cunt. She cried out with pleasure (finally breaking the kiss) and then he began a firm steady hard rhythm, penetrating her against an unyielding wall, and then coming almost all the way out on every stroke. His drive is really powerful against a hard wall, and she was getting every ounce of that drive. I stepped back to take in the full majesty of his every thrust. Her body seemed to recoil at each drive, then follow him back as he pulled out.

I could see from his face that he was well in control, despite his cock being hard and enormous, so he wasn’t about to come any time soon. She was though I thought, as her body started to push against his cock and writhe around a little. As she came, she grabbed on to him tightly, but he didn’t break rhythm. She opened her eyes, and looked at him, and realised what he was going to do.

And so, with her arms round his neck, she held on for the ride. He made her cum four times in total before he lost control and filled her cunt with cum. As his cock slipped out of her cunt, her legs slightly collapsed, so I sat her on the edge of the chair that lives in our hall. She leant back and he stepped over her legs to dangle his cock in her face. She wasn’t about to be able to get him hard so soon, but she was able to clean his cock with her mouth. In the meantime, I opened her legs a little, dropped to my knees and started licking at her cunt. I like the taste of cum (I just don’t like having to give a blow job to get it), so sucking cum out of Victoria’s cunt was an ideal way for me to get it. As I flicked my tongue over her clit, I felt her body twitch, and the evil part of me decided to see if I could get her to cum some more. I managed two more orgasms from her before her body gave out, and we left her to rest, still in the hall, naked from the waist down and slumped in a chair.

Soon, she might come out of the hall and get into the main part of our home!

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