Is there such a thing as…

sex being too rough. I guess so if I’m still bleeding 24 hours later. It sure was fun though.

Why I’m sometimes glad I’m too shy.

Last night was frustrating. I’m glad it ended with me frustrated. It could have ended in drunken debaucherous sex. However, that drunken, debaucherous sex could have resulted in EXTREME awkwardness this morning and for the foreseeable future. Simply stated, I behaved myself.

After our concert last night some friends of mine threw a party at their house. I brought Mike, and everybody was having a great time. Copious amounts of vodka were consumed by all and all of a sudden Mike was so drunk he was having trouble standing. I had driven so it was good luck that I was not also that far gone.

When musicians drink strange things happen. Things get said. Secrets get revealed. Wild sides are exposed. At this party I came close to telling Mike about my sexual lifestyle. I did tell one other friend, but it was done in confidence and before anyone was drunk. She was excited to meet “someone like me” because she had a lot of questions about how my husband and I started down this path, and how we deal with all the logistics, etc.

Why didn’t I tell Mike? I could have, but I made the decision not to because he was drunk. As I drove him home he said kept thanking me for being able to drive. I couldn’t figure out why he was so thankful. At one point he said, “I’m going to pass out right away when I get to my hotel room.” Then he reiterated that again with, “I’m glad I will just be passing out all alone when I get to my hotel room.” Then he said it again, “I’m glad I will be alone because otherwise I might do something really stupid.”

Then there was at least a full minute of silence. I didn’t know how to respond. I figured I had two options: 1) agree with him that passing out alone would be good OR 2) ask what that stupid thing might be.

I chose option 1. Why? I wasn’t 100% sure he was referring to me as being the person with whom he’d “do something stupid.” And then I clammed up and didn’t pursue it. I have to admit to all of you that when he said that it was probably good that he was going to be alone otherwise he might do something stupid my heart started racing, and I was instantly turned on. I was hit by a wave of lust, and barely able to contain my thoughts. Was it me he was referring to?

After the awkward moment of silence it seemed we needed an outside explanation for what just happened. He commented on something kind of weird that had happened at the party. One girl suddenly got mad at him for no apparent reason. She claimed he said something mean and wanted an apology. She was as drunk as he was so I found the situation to be quite hilarious. Well, he started to couch his earlier statement in terms of this other girl. He said that she wasn’t acting married. That her eyes weren’t acting married. Ok, they probably had one conversation with each other all night that wasn’t a fight. She was sitting on the other side of a dark room, and I suspect that he still might have been talking about me. I certainly wasn’t “acting married.” I was giving him the most intense eyes I can. I was flirting with him (something I am not good at unless I’ve been drinking and know the person fairly well) a lot. I was left even more confused and glad that I didn’t pick option 2 because of the way he sort of tried to cover it up just so I wouldn’t be weirded out in case I was not interested in him. Maybe he’s clueless on how to read signals from women, but he wouldn’t have had to work very hard to have a lot of fun with me last night.

When we got back to the hotel I parked my car and we walked inside. As we walked I kept trying to figure out how to salvage the evening and get him to come to my room instead of his. We got into the elevator and he and I continued to discuss this other girl in terms of him wishing he could have had more time, etc. I told him he always chooses the wrong one. (long history there, but he had kind of almost maybe hooked up with my friend who went through a divorce last spring and things didn’t work out in the end between them). I commented on how he always chooses married women and then picks the wrong one. He looked at me and I thought maybe he understood what I was saying, but the doors opened and we walked down the hall to our rooms. Randomly our rooms were right next to each other and I walked with him to his door telling him that I was going to make sure he got inside safely. He thanked me again for driving him home and he had this look on his face that said that he was disappointed - big puppy dog eyes. Then he hugged me. We’ve been friends for about a year and see each other only at these orchestra gigs, but there have been other times when we would have hugged and didn’t. I’m a very huggy person and he and I have even discussed this before. He’s not that way and I remember him telling me that he only hugs people when it means something to him. So he hugged me and it felt like he didn’t want to let go. He had kind of a sad look on his face when the hug ended and his hand lingered on my arm as we stepped back from each other. I was trying to send signals that I was enjoying it and didn’t want him to go in his room all alone, but I let him go.

I let him go, and I’m glad now. Although I was a bit sad last night because I feel like I came close to at least spending some time alone with him in a hotel room. Who knows if we would have had sex? Certainly if my clothes had come off he would have been feeling pretty good this morning. You all know what happens to me when my clothes come off.

Hmmmmm….

I think I might have put up too many long posts in a row. Seems like nobody has anything to say at all. Well I’m out of town this weekend to play with my orchestra once again and like always I’ll be hunting for some new adventures. I’ll at least have fun flirting with Mike, the guy I wrote the fantasy about below. I’m horny, and I did not get fucked last night because I stayed up too long chatting with people. I think that my hitachi will be going with me just in case I don’t find any fun.

Here’s part three - the finale, finally.

After I came really hard from the Hitachi the guys let me recover a bit while D untied me. After a bit of rest D brought out the collar, leash, and ball gag. He fastened the collar around me and put the gag in my mouth then motioned for me to get on my hands and knees on the floor. He had a big wooden paddle and was “urging” me to crawl forward by swatting my ass with it. I was instantly in a lot of pain. I had already spent the better part of an hour on my hands and knees on the bed so the muscles in my chest hurt from supporting me not to mention my knees…I can’t handle being on my knees for very long in general. The floor of the hotel was very unforgiving; there was no padding under the carpet. But I persisted and tried to go as long as I could before wussing out. I had never come to any limit with D where I had to stop things myself. He always knows when things are too much and backs off. Since I was gagged it was harder for him to figure out what was wrong, but after he fucked me for a bit on the floor like that he could tell something wasn’t quite right because I actually said, “stop,” through the gag. He immediately took the gag out of my mouth. He had a concerned look on his face and I just said, “I can’t be on my knees anymore.” He helped me sit on the floor; I couldn’t really move much at this point. Once I was off my knees I was ok though. I was, however, very disappointed in myself for having to stop something like that. I know that it is necessary to stop when things are too much for me, but it still feels a bit like failing. At least I know how he will react when I do tell him something is too much.

While I was on the floor with D I heard my husband as T if he was bi and when T answered yes my husband asked if he could suck his cock. So, after I had the gag out of my mouth and was recovering from being on my knees D told me to get on the bed and suck T’s cock with my husband. We took turns with T’s cock in our mouths while the other kissed and licked his balls. I love sucking cock with my husband like that. T’s cock is fun to suck and we both enjoyed it very much. While we were sucking D got behind me and pulled me up on my knees and started fucking me from behind. T really loved seeing that because he started touching my head and back and generally moaning more.

My neck was getting sore because I still had the collar on and after we finished I just laid my head down on the bed because I couldn’t move it anymore and D came and took it off and rubbed my neck a bit before pulling me up and kissing me.

It was time for another break. This time T noticed he had a message on his cell phone and had to leave because of something with his daughter. Bummer. Now this gangbang was down to a threesome and it was still early - only about 8:30. After T left we decided that we should probably eat something since none of us had eaten supper. D ordered us a pizza and we sat around and chatted while waiting for it. I just sat there on the bed naked while the guys had put on their pants. I thought that was funny for some reason. After we ate we got started again with something completely new to all of us.

A friend of D’s had told him he should try using a wet towel to flog a submissive. After he told us about this my husband thought it would be awesome if D tried it on me. That’s right I said wet towel. D went to the bathroom and came back with a damp towel. He leaned over and took off my glasses again and told me to lay on my stomach with my backside propped up on my knees. He started lightly, swinging the towel on my back. It felt very interesting. It hurt, but I felt a cool sensation at the same time from the water turning into mist on contact. He started to get a little more vigorous and I was nearing my limit almost right away. That thing was evil. In a good way of course. I was having a difficult time keeping my legs spread. I kept trying to close them to escape the towel on my more sensitive bits. Of course D and my husband noticed this so D motioned for my husband to come and hold my legs open. This was one of the best experiences I had that night. I felt like they were in complete control of me and I relished every blow from the towel. It hurt a lot, but I was able to take more because my husband was holding me down.

After we finished with the towel I was just lying on the bed pretty exhausted and sore and loving the way I was feeling. D was lying down near me and started to almost absent-mindedly rub my pussy lips. He was just playing with the lips while we lay there in silence. This was so nice at that point because I was quite sore down there from everything up until then. He worked his way inside and started rubbing my clit gently at first then more firmly. All of a sudden he stopped and started to swat my pussy and the surprise of it all was intense. He started alternating between gentle touches and slaps and pinches. He started fingering me while rubbing my clit and I could tell he wanted me to cum. I didn’t resist and after a minute or so I was cumming for him again.

I know there are lots of parts above and in the previous two posts where I left off my orgasms. The reality of it is: I don’t remember how many times I came, but it was more than ten for sure. I came when D fucked me, when T fucked me, when I was tied up and D was flogging/beating me, when T fingered me, with the hitachi on my clit, when D fucked me while I sucked T, while being flogged with the towel D fingered me and I came, etc. I just don’t remember how many times it was, but it was a lot.

After D made me cum with his fingers he came and lay down so I could suck his cock. My neck was still sore so it didn’t last long before he rolled me over and my husband came to fuck me while D jerked his own cock and I licked and sucked his balls. D was kneeling above me facing my husband. This part was so hot! Especially when D came all over my chest and face then leaned down to kiss me while pushing some of the cum that had landed on my cheek into my mouth with his tongue. Seeing that made my husband cum immediately inside me. He had planned to shoot it all over me, too, but couldn’t contain himself. I love knowing that he likes fucking me so much that he can’t control himself.

By this point I was pretty exhausted. I’m not even sure I’ve gotten the sequence right for all of the events, but I think it’s pretty much correct. Even though there weren’t as many guys there as planned I was still sufficiently spent and sore.

For the next week I was sore and moving slowly. My pussy was sore from getting fucked by T - his cock was huge and made quite the impact on my insides. I also did get fucked by three men in one night, which was a first for me. My arms were very sore and I spent all day Sunday just sitting around. I couldn’t stand to hold a book or type or do much more than watch television. My knees and the muscles in my chest (the ones you exercise when doing push-ups) were sore for about a week. My pussy lips were tender for a few days, and there was one single bruise on my left breast. None of us could figure out how it got there, but it was probably D that did it. We laughed about that one. It’s a pretty funny conversation when you try to figure out which guy bruised you. lol

So, there you have it, my first gangbang. And yes, I definitely want to do it again. I think I can definitely handle more cocks. I just love cock! Bring ‘em on.

Fantasy.

I’m taking a break from writing about the gangbang and I’m giving fiction a try for once.

There is a man in my orchestra that I’m lusting after. He reminds me so much of a close friend I had in high school and college. There are so many things that are attractive about him - his intellect, his musical talent, his wit, and his appearance. He also has killer knee muscles (to me the sexiest part of a man’s body is the muscle that comes down next to the knee cap).

Tonight at rehearsal I saw him across the orchestra and his face lit up when he saw me. He didn’t play the first concert of the season so I hadn’t seen him since last May. He came over to chat with me before rehearsal started. It was good to chat with him, but I found my mind starting to fixate on dirty thoughts while we made small talk. This fantasy is about him.

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They decided to have a drink after the concert and walked to the hotel bar together chatting easily about the pieces they’d just performed. They’d been friends for about a year, and often would have a drink to unwind after a concert. They settled into a booth in a dark corner of the hotel bar and he lit a cigarette while they sipped their drinks and relaxed. The conversation was lively as they debated about a composer they both liked but for different reasons.

After having a few drinks Mia started to notice Mike stealing glances at her breasts. She’d noticed him looking before when they’d hung out, but he was always sneaky about it. Since she was feeling rather bold from all the vodka she’d consumed she asked him, “Do you like what you see?” He replied confidently,
“Yes. Does it bother you?”
“No, I like it.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
He was looking at her differently now. His eyes were sparkling and she was waiting for him to ask the question she expected to hear next.
“Would you like to come up to my room?”
“Yes, I would love to.”

They brought their drinks with them and took the elevator to the 5th floor of the hotel. In the elevator he asked her,
“What will your husband think about you going to another man’s hotel room alone?”
“He’ll love hearing about it actually. He loves to share me.”
“That’s quite the arrangement you two have then. Does he have the same freedom?”
“Yes, in fact he’s with someone tonight, too.”

As they spoke, smiles formed on their faces, and they both felt the flush of anticipation as they walked down the hallway to Mike’s room. Once inside Mia went to the window to take in the spectacular view of the city lights. She was feeling a bit nervous because this was the part where she never quite knew what to say or do. Mike stood next to her, but he was watching her not the lights outside.

Mia felt his eyes on her and turned her head slightly as Mike whispered,
“Can I kiss you, Mia?”
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.

Their lips met lightly at first and then with more purpose as they enjoyed this first kiss. Mike’s tongue gently parted Mia’s lips and she let out a little sigh of pleasure as their tongues met. He pulled her close and kissed her more and more passionately. Her hands were on the back of his head tangled in his hair. His hands explored her back and then tentatively went under her shirt, touching her skin. She pulled away slightly and reached to pull off her shirt. He helped her and before the shirt even floated to the ground his hands were exploring her stomach and making their way towards her breasts. He ran his fingers along the tops of her round breasts before he reached around and unhooked her bra. As it fell away he scooped up both breasts in his hands and nuzzled his head in between them, licking her skin lightly before moving in to suck on first one nipple then the other.

Mike kissed his way up her chest and neck and all the way to her mouth as he pulled her in close again. This time she could feel his growing erection through his pants. She reached down for his belt and then knelt down to unbutton and unzip his pants. He took off his shirt as she was sliding his pants down. Her eyes were on his as she pulled the waistband of his boxers down and his cock sprang free. She took it in her hand and while still gazing into his eyes first slowly licked the tip, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Her eyes fluttered shut as she took the head into her mouth with a gentle sucking motion and they opened again once she had as much of his cock in her throat as she could take. She basked in the way he was looking at her. Such lust in his eyes. That look was all the encouragement she needed as she started moving her mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. Her hand lightly caressed his balls as she kept sucking his cock. He was making little noises of pleasure and after a bit told her to stop so he could taste his cock on her mouth. She stood and they kissed again as he started moving them towards the bed. He pulled off her skirt and panties in one motion and as they stood there next to the bed his hand parted her pussy lips and a finger started to rub her clit lightly. He asked her if she liked the way he was touching her and she said, “yes.” Then he asked, “Can I lick you? I want to taste you.”

She lay down on the bed and he licked his fingers before spreading her legs and opening her pussy lips. She felt his tongue on her clit and it felt so good she was moaning her pleasure. His tongue swirled around until he found the spot where she seemed to respond the best and concentrated on that. He licked the side of her clit to the right as he faced her, and slowly slid a finger into her wet hole. His finger found her g spot and started to gently press on it as his tongue sped up on her clit. She was writhing in pleasure as she got closer and closer to cumming for him. She could feel her orgasm building and all of a sudden she felt waves of pleasure rip through her from her clit to her nipples and all through the rest of her body. After she came he slowed down and gently licked her pussy lips and a little bit on her clit before came up and kissed her. He wanted her to taste herself on his lips. As they kissed she reached for his hard cock and stroked him before asking him to fuck her.

She grabbed a condom from her handbag, opened it and put it on his cock. He gently pushed her down on her back on the bed and knelt between her legs while positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Their eyes met as he slowly pushed his cock inside her, savoring the moment. He pushed himself all the way in and bent down to kiss her before he started thrusting in and out.

Mia was transported on a wave of pleasure as Mike’s cock plunged in and out of her wet pussy. The way he looked at her as he started to pick up the pace made her absolutely melt. He filled her up just the right amount and she knew that she was going to cum soon. He reached down and gently tugged on her nipples. She told him that she loved how that felt and he continued to do it as he started to really fuck her now.

She whispered, “Fuck me, Mike,” and he picked up the pace even more and replied, “your pussy feels so good. I want you to cum for me. I want to feel it clench on my cock.”

That did it for her. Mia’s legs started to tense up and shake as her pussy tightened around his hard cock. Her nipples got really hard as she screamed, cumming for him just like he asked. Not long after her orgasm subsided she could feel his cock start to twitch inside her and he let out a huge sigh as he started to cum, giving her one last big thrust.

Mike collapsed beside her and they lay there panting until they recovered enough to speak. Mike broke the silence and said,
“That was incredible. I wish I would have had the courage to start something sooner.”

He kissed her again and they smiled as they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning they awoke in plenty of time to reprise the evening’s events before going to their morning rehearsal. During the concert that night they couldn’t help but smile at each other when their eyes met across the orchestra.

Ok, Finally Part Two.

I left off with T fucking me from behind while I was sucking D’s cock. I must admit that T’s cock felt absolutely amazing inside me. I remember when I was sucking it that it suprised me that it got bigger and bigger even though it was already huge. While T’s cock was slamming into my pussy I couldn’t help but scream with pleasure. D had also spun around and started pinching and swatting my nipples. The combination of pain and pleasure felt so good I couldn’t contain myself. I was trying to keep it down because people could surely hear me. At one point my husband actually shushed me. I knew I must have been just way too loud because he has never shushed me before. He loves to hear the noises I make when I’m getting fucked or beat (or both, lol). After what seemed like an hour of getting fucked by T we all finally took a bit of a break.

Next D tied me up. I was on my back with my hands and legs tied to the corners of the bed. He also bound my breasts. I love the way I look when I’m tied and bound like that. D started getting his tools ready and then started in on me. He was hitting me with a wooden spoon that he knows I really hate. I guess that will teach me to comment on which things I like better than others! lol I love and hate that thing. Such an inexpensive item and yet it inflicts so much pain when used on my pussy lips and inner thighs. After I was in a haze of pain and not really opening my eyes anymore. He got out the cake frosting spreader which I hate even more! Ok, not hate, but love/hate. I was having a tough time keeping quiet enough so T knealt over me, put his cock in my mouth and fucked my mouth while D kept up with the slaps and swats on my legs, pussy and nipples. Then with T still on top of me with his cock in my mouth D started fucking my pussy. I really like the way it felt to have him inside me while my skin was still tingling from being beat. With each thrust I could feel where he had hit me. (I’m getting really turned on just writing about this now…. might have to pause here to go masturbate quickly )

Ok, that’s better. They fucked me while my husband took some pictures. When they were finished they took a break again, leaving me tied up. I kind of liked being tied up when they were taking a break. It made me feel even more submissive than before. I like the feeling of being used like that.

Then T came over and started rubbing my clit with his finger while gently rubbing one of my nipples. It felt really really good, and I came after only a little bit. My husband was sitting right there and was telling me that I had to ask T when I could cum for him. When I was ready to cum again I asked T and he made me wait only a little (which is good because I’m not always good at waiting) and then told me to cum. That was really nice. I was hoping at that point to have T fuck me again, but I was a little out of it and in a bit of a daze and I’m not quite sure what happened next.

The next part I do remember is having D on top of me fucking my face while my husband used our hitachi on me. I have a love/hate relationship with that thing. The vibrations are so intense that it’s almost too hard to take sometimes. Having the hitachi on my clit while being tied up was incredible. My husband also put a finger in my pussy so I had his finger on my g-spot with the hitachi on my clit and D’s cock in my mouth. When I came I very nearly passed out. It was so intense and my whole body was shaking. I just can’t even describe how good it felt.

I’m stopping here because I have to go to class now. I’ll keep going this afternoon with a part three. Enjoy!

I apologize.

I have been meaning to get the sequel post up from last weekend, but a few things have sidetracked me. One was my mother flying in for a visit this weekend. It was an uneventful visit, and it confirmed to me even more that I don’t really like spending time with her. She’s not a fun person, she’s not interesting, she’s closed-minded, she’s far too religious, and did I mention she’s closed-minded? She’s finally gone home now so I can get my life back on track. I have to act so fake when she’s around. I have to hide so much of my life and so many of the things in my house - from putting passwords on both of our computers so she doesn’t come across anything “smutty” to putting away all the sex toys and porn we had scattered through the house.

Something very sad has happened. There’s been a death in my blog family. Yes….Sharing Dee is gone forever. Joe put up a small explanation, but it’s not enough for me. This man and the remarkable relationship he has with his wife was a huge catalyst in my evolution to the way I live now. His blog was one of very few that my husband read regularly…and that’s saying something because my husband won’t even read my blog if the post is too long. Joe’s support kept me posting when I thought nobody was even reading here. He brought me tons of traffic by putting a link up on his blog. That made me feel really good. That he liked my writing enough to advocate for people coming here to read what I have to say. His departure has made me rethink why I blog and how I can continue to keep people reading. Just so you know: I am NOT considering leaving. I like having this outlet to relate my fun times. I have NOBODY else to tell this stuff. I need to tell someone.

Part Two?

Ok, so I sat down to write part two of Saturday night’s activities.  But now that I’m here I’m just too tired to do it.  There is so much more to write, and I just want to go to bed.  My whole body is still sore from the vigorous fun, and I’m feeling rather old.  lol  This might also have something to do with my 30th birthday being exactly one month from today.  I’m not dreading turning 30, but I think my body is. 

I promise the next part will appear soon!!!!!

The best kind of sore.

Today I am sore. All over sore. Sore for the best kind of reasons. And yes that is reasons plural. My ass is sore from being flogged, spanked, and paddled. My arms are sore from holding uncomfortable positions for long periods of time. My pussy is sore from being flogged and fucked. My clit is sore from being slapped, rubbed, licked, hitachied (is that even a word?), and generally abused.

I couldn’t feel better either. I was a total slut last night. I’m proud of that fact, too. Sure, I was shy at first, but again, once my clothes came off I was a horny slut who couldn’t get enough cock.

I got gang banged last night in case any of you reading this are new to the blog. I’m going to have to make this post in multiple parts because there is just too much to write all at once. Plus, then you’ll have to keep checking back to see if I put up a new post.

We picked D up at 5:30 and then drove to the city where we had reserved a hotel room. It was a bout a 30 minute drive. Actually, it seemed like 2 hours because nobody talked. My husband was driving with D in the front seat while I sat in the back. I was too nervous to make small talk. I think D was nervous because he thought my husband still hadn’t told me about their fun together without me last weekend. My husband usually doesn’t ever start conversations. We just sat there…..

During the drive I just kept trying to tell myself not to worry. I was worried that I would let D or my husband down. I think I was most worried about being able to please that many guys. That along with all the things that people worry about with a new sex partner. Hell, I still get nervous to have a session with just D so expecting three new guys was hard for me to wrap my head around.

We got to the hotel and I went inside to check in. D followed me in and my husband sort of waited outside. I was really nervous and I’m sure the clerk was wondering what the hell was wrong with me because I probably looked like I was dreading something horrible that was about to happen.

My husband came in right as I was handed the keys and we all three left the lobby area together. I’m not sure if it was conspicuous, but it sure felt like it to me.

We got to the room, which was right off the elevator meaning a high traffic area….lol hope nobody heard my screams. We walk in and sit down while D calls the other three guys to let them know the room number. BUT he could only get ahold of one of them. Damn. One’s cell phone had been shut off and the other must have given out the wrong number. Well, the one guy that came, T, arrived at about 6:30, right about when D was about to get things started with me alone for a few mintues. That was his original plan anyway, but we were all still fully clothed when T arrived.

No problem though because after a few awkward introductions, D came over and took off my glasses. That’s his signal that things are starting and to stand up and let him take off my clothes. I love how that makes me feel. I know I’m just repeating myself from every other time I’ve ever met with D, but I just can’t stress it enough. When he came to my jeans I actually kind of made a joke, which I’ve never done during a scene before. He always goes to unbutton my jeans and I always say or motion that they will just slide off (I have no hips or much of an ass so my pants pretty much just fall off). So, after reminding him that they just slide off I said, “but you should know that by now.” Ok, so that seems really insignificant, but it was important to me because I actually felt comfortable enough to say anything. I usually don’t speak at all during a scene with D. All I do is scream, wimper, moan, etc.

Once my clothes were in a pile on the floor D kissed me while his hands roamed all over my body. We were still standing and since he’s actually taller than me (my husband is the same height as me) it really turned me on. I fantasize about kissing tall men. Next, D put me on all fours at the edge of the bed and started flogging me. After he got my ass and back good and warm he started fucking me. I heard my husband tell T to get on the bed so I could suck his cock.

The next thing I know there is a cock in my face so I put it in my mouth and start working on it. It was absolutely awesome! T’s cock was amazing and just got bigger and bigger. I wasn’t able to use my hands because I was on hands and knees so I did my best to take as much of T’s cock as I could while getting fucked hard by D.

Then T and D switched. By this time my arms were shaky and couldn’t really support me anymore so D lay down in front of me so I could have easier access to his cock. I felt T’s cock slide into me for the first time and it was one of the most amazing feelings. I have never felt so full with a cock inside me. He’s as wide as my husband and even longer than D for those of you who have seen pictures of both. T fucked me slowly at first then really started slamming into me. It was a little painful, but felt good at the same time.

I feel like I’m leaving out a lot of stuff. I know D had made me cum by fingering me before T fucked me, but I don’t remember where that fell into the sequence. I also don’t remember if T made me cum when he was fucking me. I think I’ll pause here. I have the pictures to help me remember most things so I’ll go through those before picking up here tomorrow.

Remember, as always with long posts like this, that comments motivate me to keep writing installments. I so appreciate those of you who comment here. I love you!!!

Wow.

WOW!!!