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!