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!