Fri 1-Jan-96
The year starts with my sex drive in minus numbers. I have a house humming with about 30 party goers, several of them sexy friends: Joanne from school, Penny, Lindsey and Patrick, who have driven miles, Robert, Laura and Chris. They're all dolled up and looking minxy. Yes, even the chaps. And I look the living dead, seem only to be able to speak in a bizarre alien voice, and feel that death is close at hand. I have the flu, and have already been in bed for a week. I've had better New Years. (Oh, and just to complete the joy, my period started too).
Sat 9-Jan-96
After a second week ill, more rest, and a small mountain of pills, I feel only a bit poorly. Hubby feels desperate. Every afternoon he gets up (he works nights) with a massive erection and parades it round the house till the children have to be picked up from school. As hints go its pretty to the point, and a rather hard point at that. But I have no appetite for ... well anything, sex, eating, watching telly, reading, playing computer games. Nothing can get my pulse going.
So by Saturday hubby, a lot of wanks to disarm himself notwithstanding, he is gagging for it. With the kids out, I call "Darling" from my sickroom. Just from my tone, he knows, and bounds into the room all eager and happy. My exposed bottom smiles at him. I've readied myself, down on all fours for a doggie fuck. I wait, amused as hubby tries to babble his appreciation of me, remove his trousers and walk at the same time. I feel his thick hands grab my buttocks, and slightly part them, will the stubby head of his cock gently finds the entrance to my cunt.
My husband is a short powerful man, and he is built in proportion. But he welds his short fat five inch cock with care, diligently working me over. He hardly ever fails to make me cum. But I'm not at my best, and while it feels good to have a man inside me again, I know he's so keen he'll never last. Sure enough, after only a few minutes, he's losing it. He whips out his cock, and I turn round and kneel submissively before him as he tosses himself off over my face and titties. Ever since we saw this in a porn video he just loves giving me facials. I'm drenched in half a dozen heavy squirts of pale creamy cum over my neck, mouth and chin, and in the fringe of my hair. Relieved, hubby wipes the cum round my face, neck and over my breasts. He smears till it becomes cold and frothy white creamy. We snuggle up so he can keep me warm and kiss and lick me clean.
Not great sex (for me), but nice to put a toe back in the water.
Sun 10-Jan-96
Woke up for the first time in over two weeks having a sexy dream. Thank God (except there isn't one) for feeling randy. As hubby comes to bed I jump him, suck him hard, and then force him down to ride on top of him, scrapping myself across the length of his body. Despite being tired from a night at work I get him going. "God you're a hot bitch"
"Yesss, I'm your bitch. Work me till I'm all bitched out ... Oh fuck yes, fuck my cunt hard ... oh yes harder ... oh fuck yes fuck your little bitch". My hubby likes the bitch game. Usually I dress up in my best slut underwear and my ripped jeans. But this morning I miscalculate and suddenly hubby is emptying his balls into my pussy before I've had a chance to sate myself.
I leave him to sleep and go round to my sister's on the off chance that my brother-in-law can sort me out (and I need to use his more powerful PC to prepare some school work). My big sister Sarah is notorious for sleeping till mid day or 1pm on a Sunday. I find Robert in the kitchen reading the paper in his kimono. He's all big smiles to see me up and about again, and wraps me in his big arms and kisses me excitedly. A tall man with broad shoulders, he envelopes me. Apparently I've been missed, or at least that's the impression I get from the hard lump that grows pressing against my tummy.
"Oh Emily, let's do it" Robert desperately whispers. Normally I'd never risk cheating on my sister while she was just upstairs; I'd have just teased Robert mercilessly. But he was so hard for me ... and to be honest, I was desperate for him to. So against my better judgement I didn't resist when he bent down and peeled my thong down out of the crack of my arse.
He held them in his hand up against the tip of his cock for a few moments. I realised he was trying to pee into them, but he was way too hard. So I took them and held them against my pussy, and let go a short but heavy burst of piss. I gave the panties back to him and he asked me to open my mouth wide.
Gently but firmly he fed the piss soaked panties, still warm with my pee, into my mouth to gag me. He then made me assume the position up against the cold kitchen wall: legs apart, chest pressed against the wall, arms up wide. Piss from my knickers dribbled down my chin as Robert raised my short skirt to my waist, and inserted his hardness into my cunt. I was still wet from my hubby, and Robert glided into me effortlessly. Except that he's a lot bigger than my hubby, and he keeps coming into me, more and more, till my cunt is stretched tight. His hands run up the side of my body till they fan round the front to fondle my tits. Finding my stiff little nipples he gives them a soft pinch as he pulls back out of me, only to jam himself up inside me again ... and then again, and again ... pumping my pussy with his iron stiff rod. Lucky for the wet gag, else I'd be moaning with the effort of accommodating him.
He pulls himself out of me and he fumbles for a moment till I feel his bone hard cock push at the entrance to my arse. I say "mumumumumu" which through the gag translates as "Oh yes darling, fuck my tight arsehole, fuck it hard". It's been a long time. I try and relax my arsehole to help, but Robert has the strength to ride his cock up my rectum.
I feels so good to have him slowly fuck me up my bum. If anything, he feels even bigger. While one of his hands squeezes and pinches my tits, the other explores the fluffy jungle of my bush, till his finger finds my clit in its wet little well. It's too much and I start cuming. It's been so long and it feels sooo good. Robert fucks my arse harder and faster, and I keep cuming and cuming till my legs buckle.
Robert catches me, and lifts me, bodily, with his cock up my arse, and carries me over to the kitchen table. He drapes me over it and then starts to pound my arse with all his strength. I hold on to the table as hard as I can, sore-arsed but still cuming. Till Robert shoots his load into me. Standing frozen, his cock too sensitive to pump me any more, he ejaculates his spunk in quick hard judders deep up my bottom. And then flops on top of my back, panting.
We disentangle. I take my knickers out of my mouth, and slip them on, damp, and pull down my skirt, before kneeling to clean Robert off. I softly lick his plump of cock. I can see him trying to focus on his bladder, but he can't pull off the trick of letting it go, to pee in my mouth like we both want, yet not letting it go too much, so he'd mess over my clothes.
I suggest he pisses in the kitchen sink. After a wait, a big arch of piss slashes into the sink. A lucky escape for me: it's far to morning yellow to be drinkable. I put my hand into his stream of urine and feel the hot liquid flow over the back of my hand and between my fingers. It feels good to be sexed-up again.
Mon 11-Jan-96
Back to school at the start of term. Funny how you're ill in your holidays but always get better just in time to go back to work. Joanne suggests going out on a wild night seeing as how I missed my own New Year party. But I'm still a bit wobbly and put her off till next week.
Tue 12-Jan-96
Came home to find my daughter in bed with her best friend Jenny. Sweet. They are very natural and relaxed together. Would love to join in, but don't want to complicate things.
Wed 13-Jan-96
Order some new sex toys for my daughter.
Thu 14-Jan-96
Hubby brings a hard-core video home a friend at work lent him. I suck him off as slowly and as gently as I possibly can in order not to bring him off too quickly while we watch. My heart races as there's a short piss scene at the end of a lesbian session: they sit opposite each other and piss on each others cunts. Heart sinks as hubby fast forwards to the next interesting bit. After an hour of watching and giving him head, hubby is nearly in a sexual coma, so I bring him off in over my little titties.
Fri 15-Jan-96
We watch the other half of the tape. There are two more piss scenes which I enjoy, having made hubby eat me out before I suck him off again. One of a man pissing over a kneeling woman, and one of a woman being eaten out, who pisses into her tongue licking love's face - which brings me off fantasising about letting go my bladder into hubby's chiselled face.
Sat 16-Jan-96
Feel hot and horny, but everyone is too busy /too tired /too far away to come and play with me, so I have play with myself - twice.
Sun 17-Jan-96
Pop round to Laura's in the afternoon. We drive to her stables and go for a ride through the woods in the weak winter afternoon sun. It feels great to be healthy. We try and find a spot to be together, but everyone is walking their damn dogs - and the stables is brimming with pert teenage girls mucking out their ponies. So I help muck out Laura's horses, and then we go back to her place.
Alone at last, we fill up her big steaming bathtub, chuck in every lotion, potion and girlie bubbly thing we can find. I light some scented candles, Laura brings some chilled dry white wine, and together we get our riding kit off and slide into the bath.
Heavenly, just heavenly. No kids. No husbands. No work. No chores. Just me, half submerged in a warm bath, sipping wine, making eyes at a beautiful naked woman. Laura's incredibly pale pink nipples and her pussy mound fringed with thin ginger hair bobbed in and out of view, partially obscured by islands of bubbles floating by.
I softly start to wash Laura's feet, ankles and legs. As my soapy hands glide over her smooth skin, she circles her clit with her finger, slowly masturbating in front of me as I tell her about the wet arse-fuck Robert gave me last weekend, and how frustrated I felt having my hubby eat me out, but not able to piss on him. She really liked the bit about me peeing on my thong and then gagging my mouth with it. She reaches out the bath, grabs my panties off the floor (they were just high cut briefs) and holds them to her pussy. She puts her feet on the sides of the bath to open her legs up. The inside of her cunt slit is blood red against her freckled pale while skin. She giggles when, for a moment she can't pee, but then she lets out a flood which drenches my knickers in a second.
Still peeing, she raises the panties above her face and squeezes them to let the piss dribble into her open mouth. Her heavy hot piss drumming down on my chest and tummy. I sit up to capture the piss in my face, which Laura is thrilled to do, giggling as she squirts shots of pee at me.
After wiping my eyes free of Laura's slightly acrid urine, I soap up my hands and then soap up Laura's pussy and anus. She is giving herself a hard time, rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples, my panties sticking out of her mouth. Little white fountains of milk express themselves from Laura's pinched nipples. I take the index and middle finger of my right hand, and slide them up Laura's bottom. Her sphincter gives no resistance at all as my two fingers disappear as far as they can go. I take them out and very deliberately licked them clean as Laura watches, transfixed. They taste yuck ... I spit the taste out. "Errrrrrr ... really soapy" I cry, Laura giggling more. I stick my fingers back up her and start to finger fuck her arse.
I fist my left hand and press it firmly against the entrance to Laura's vagina. I push hard, really hard, twisting my hand around and around to try and work it up into her. Millimetre by millimetre my hand bores its way into Laura's cunt. Till suddenly Laura lets out a great cry, even with the gag, and my hand slides in up to the gold bracelet on my wrist.
With both hands inside her I start a steady double handed fisting / finger arse- fucking which has Laura trembling with arousal (and the water sloshing every where). For a moment I thought Laura might choke on my panties (which would have been hard to explain to the coroner). But instead Laura starts kerking as she climaxes.
I continue to pull my hand and fingers in and out of her holes, intent of making her cum again. But, taking my piss wet knickers out of mouth, she grabs my fisting hand by the wrist and stops me. "Enough" she rasps, breathless.
I gently pull my fingers out of her bottom, and then slowly twist my arm out her twat. Her open vagina and arsehole gape back at me. I wonder how people can be fisted up the arse. Practice I guess.
Laura rests for a moment, promising to "sort me out" in a minute.
The front door goes. Laura's husband returns with their baby, who isn't a happy bunny. "WE'RE IN THE BATH" Laura shouts out.
The crying gets nearer then comes into the bathroom. Chris is so funny to watch. He attempts to concentrate on handing Laura the baby, who dives straight for a feed. While looking at me, soapy and nude, with a face that starts off with a silly "this is too good to be true" grin. Which then tries to get a hold of itself, and look cool, "yeah, sure, my wife's having a bath with another chick" sort of thing. And then becomes very polite and English, vaguely remembering that just because he's turned up, doesn't mean Laura and I want to play we him.
"Hello Chris" I smile sweetly.
"Hello Emily" he retorts, "nice to see you again" ... and then blushes when he realises that could mean he's pleased to see all of me, when he just meant ... Well he gives up and asks, "Does any one want a drink."
Laura answers, "Well he's got his" as her son sucked intently at her breast. "And I think we've had enough, so darling, in a minute, could you run Emily home, she 's got to fix tea for her kids soon."
Chris' long disappointed face, as he hands be a towel and helps me out of the bath, is a treasure.
Wed 20-Jan-96
Went out with Joanne after school. Gossiped in the pub. Romantic candle light dinner for two (slightly tipsy) women. Taxi to one of the gay night-clubs. Quite a few ex-pupils were there and said hello, which was nice. Bopped and smooched till the small hours. We wanted to spend the night together, but I had to go home as the babysitter was waiting. And if I brought Joanne we'd have to go through the farce of pretending that she'd spent the night in the guest room. I don't want my husband or children to find mummy "at it" with woman. So reluctantly we parted. It was quite a downer, I sat in the back of a cab on the way home, feeling a intense yearning for her.
Thu 21-Jan-96
Shagged all day. Tired shagged that is. I suffer for clubbing at my age.
Fri 22-Jan-96
Hubby had a few drinks with the mates and came home with more ambition than capability, so I wanked him off in my face to quieten him down. Works every time.
Sat 23-Jan-96
Robert came round to help hubby with some stuff, but the looks he gave me. It was hard not to blush as he undressed me with his x-ray eyes. When we had a moment together I told him off for being "obvious", but he cut off my scolding with a long deep kiss. Spent the rest of the evening yearning for him.
Sun 24-Jan-96
More bloody yearning. This time for Lindsey. We spoke on the phone and arranged for me to stay over the weekend after next. Had a slow screw with hubby to relieve some of my pent-up desire. He excelled himself, obeying all my commands faithfully, as I sat on his seated body, slowly scraping and drilling my pussy around his erection. I came over and over again as my hubby peppered by chest with firm kisses and little nibbles. Then, with a few swift sharp flicks of my hips, I brought him off inside me with an explosion that nearly launched me into the ceiling. Top fuck.
Tue 26-Jan-96
Frigged myself to sleep. Sometimes having hubby work nights is a nuisance.
Wed 27-Jan-96
Scatwoman on the BLWP e-mail list sends out an extraordinarily extreme scat story. It nearly made me puke, but frigged myself off - with added sound effects of Janet the English teacher having a heavy dump in the next cubicle. Later, frigged myself to sleep again.
Thu 28-Jan-96
Toys arrive in the post. A vibrator, a dong, a butt-plug, a nipple chain, and a chain of ben-wa balls. I'd obviously been a bit click happy ordering on the Internet. Iin the evening I stick in some batteries and try out the vibrator. It hums soothingly and we enjoy our first night together.
Sat 30-Jan-96
Got totally rat-arsed. Hubby and Robert had to carry me home from the pub. Though surprisingly, I was urbane and witty and sophisticated all evening - well that's how I remember it ... what little I remember. When we got home hubby put me straight to bed, climbed on top, and fucked me. Or at least I assume that's how the cum stains got on the sheet the next morning.
Sun 31-Jan-96
Head ache, tummy ache and swollen boobs - oh joy, it's hang over and period time rolled into one. Didn't move from sofa.
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