[F] Slippery when wet

With spring slowly approaching, the snow is finally on the verge of melting but has been leaving behind quite a bit of ice. At the start of the year, I was determined to walk 3000 km by the end of it, but I couldn’t be bothered with all the ice after slipping and falling down. However, with the results of all the melting throughout the week, I was determined to give it another shot, and I was gonna make it worthwhile in case of a worst-case scenario. With the weather being decent, it also played to my naughty advantage.

For this adventure of mine, all I had on were my sensible snow boots, a pair of black leggings that I recently found out turn sheer when under tension, and my oversized winter coat. No underwear whatsoever, and to top it all off, I put in my lush. Setting all my distance trackers, connecting my lush to what we call our “play phone,” and found a fun-looking pulsating pattern. I had no intention of taking the “play phone” with me since that way; I’d have no way to stop the vibrations unless it disconnected, which thankfully it didn’t.

[MFF] Late Night Stress Relief

Having only happened a couple hours ago, the recollection of this still has me very wet. Yesterday was a frustrating day; spending the majority of the day waiting on a potential work phone call that never happened, and having phone call anxiety doesn’t help, and killed most of my day before having to bartend at the strip club I work at. It was a fairly busy night serving drinks and flirting with my co-workers, but I couldn’t shake that awkward feeling.

Once the night started to slow down, I went to a private room for a quick break and hoped that getting myself off would make a difference. It didn’t, but with my thong still around my ankles, one of the dancers who I’m pretty close with and has attended some of our “parties” offered to help out. She gave me quite the show, spinning around the pole in the room and taking off her clothes. She has a beautiful pair of double Ds that she let me bury my face in between, resulting in me leaving some lipstick marks between her breasts. However, I was still pretty tense, and she could clearly see that.

[MFF] My Self-Imposed Gaming Adicktion

In recent months since getting a bunch of video games, I have intentionally developed somewhat of a gaming addiction for research and development purposes. I hope to develop my creativity and skill of crafting fictional worlds since I currently suck at that and only write my personal experiences, with the end goal of maybe writing my own erotic novel. Now I know writers say you should read to develop your skills, but I’m trying something different, and it may very well crash and burn.

Now with that said, my spouses have taken it upon themselves to playfully torment me when I’m gaming. This all kicked off once I started playing Persona 5, and with it being turn-based combat and a life simulator, it was easy for the three of us to fool around while still making progress. Occasionally Hubby would bend me over our couch and pound me from behind. Then other times, I’d put my legs on NV’s shoulders while she ate me out, and she got some good tongue practice. It was quite an addicting way to play games, and it brought me back to when I played pokemon and the sex Hubby and I would have since I’m free use to him. There’s nothing like conquering the elite four and simultaneously cumming while the hall of fame music plays, specifically the HeartGold / SoulSilver hall of fame music, since that’s my go-to pokemon game.

[FF] The “King” of her southern kingdom

This occurred back when I was in my final year of school in Australia. Unlike in the US, but similar to Canada, we don’t have a prom, but a big formal, or some people refer to it as a ball, at the end of the year, but one key difference is the titles of prom king & queen. However, in my final year, our school thought, why not try to Americanize the formal; thus, the formal queen and formal king titles were born. Thankfully we didn’t call it a ball, although it would’ve been very funny to see those titles get handed out to the popular kids. That said, I didn’t attend my formal because I had other plans in motion. I want to start by saying that I don’t condone cheating. I personally believe both parties of a relationship should consent to being intimate with other parties before any action is taken. However, that isn’t the case with what happened this night.

[Group] Letting My Husband Breed Our Friends

This takes place around the time Hubby and I got married. We were both 20 years old and prepping to leave Australia for Canada when we got a unique opportunity from some of our close friends from our high school. They were a bi couple but sold it as being 100% lesbian and newly married like us. The one girl was close with hubby when we were in school and was very flirty with him, but surprisingly they never did anything prior. While I was friends with both girls, having spent many lunch hours watching them go from being acquaintances to them telling me the first time they had sex. They’re also two of the only people who actually know about Hubby and I’s marriage. So safe to say we were all pretty tight, now fast forward, they text us saying they want to catch up over lunch since it had been a while.

[MFF] Happy Nude Years!

With the new year having started a week ago, I’m still riding the high of our now three-year tradition, also referred to as Nude Years. What once started out as a playful joke has now become a night of fun times, and this year may have been one of the best since it was the first year we spent it with other couples. In total, there were four guys and seven girls. Us girls had a meeting earlier in the week to discuss the night and agree that no inebriants would be present for NV’s comfort and to not risk someone doing something stupid, the exception being champagne at midnight. The other rule was that there’d be no swapping of partners which would’ve been rare on a good day. With all of us being as close as we are, it was unanimously agreed that this would be the case.

[MFF] High Hopes for Fuckmas

I’m just gonna start this by saying that Xmas is probably one of my least favourite holidays, and I hate that that’s the case. However, it’s that time of year when I’m reminded of my Dad’s passing, the fact that I’m exiled from my family, and when I have my bi-yearly “just checking to see if you are still alive” phone call with my mom. Even with having two loving spouses, it’s just not the same since we spend time with their families over the course of the 25th & 26th, which also comes with its own awkwardness of being a throuple and having relatives accept that. Then there’s so much travel that it feels like we’re constantly on the go that my ideal Christmas would be just being home with my spouses. So to combat this, when the three of us are home together and not travelling between families. We now celebrate fuckmas, which is primarily me saying fuck Xmas but also the three of us enjoying very intimate and sexual moments throughout the day together.

[F] In isolation with my Lush, Nasal Spray, and Snorlax

I’m attempting to write this in between cat naps and hopped up on cold meds since it’s my third day after popping my covid cherry. I’m currently isolated in my “playroom” since it’s the only place we have another bed-like equivalent in our place. My days have been spent lounging around in a cozy sweater and nothing else, toning my abs from aggressively sneezing & coughing, and blowing my nose a gazillion times, playing video games, mainly persona 5, and really putting my Lush 3 through its paces. Honestly, my lush has been a total life savour during all of this.

The fact I can be curled up on my giant Snorlax plush, be on a video call with either of my spouses, mostly Hubby, since he’s had more free time, and have them control my lush has been a blessing. With orgasms being somewhat beneficial when helping ease sickness, and the fact I don’t really have to do anything for them to get me over that orgasmic edge has really made all of this more bearable. Even when they’re not controlling it, just having it on the lower setting and leaving it in has been weirdly quite relaxing. I’ve mainly been doing this when playing video games, watching anime/movies, and even forgetting to turn it off if I have a quick cat nap, but that’s only happened once.

[MFF] I’ve been reminiscing about being a cuckquean

I’d like to premise this by saying that I love my sister-wife NV, and we’ve discussed that maybe one day she’ll also be comfortable enough with letting Hubby be more exploratory with other women. Anyway, being in a partially open marriage, and before NV joined our relationship, Hubby and I enjoyed some naughty activities with other third parties; my favourite being when I got to be a cuckquean. Now it wasn’t the kind of cuckqueaning of being restrained to a chair or sending Hubby off to some random hotel and getting pictures throughout the night. Well, it was at first, but that quickly changed once my FOMO got really bad. Things then evolved into me making contact with the girls and setting everything up. He knew nothing about our guests until we were all in the room together.

[MF] A Naughty Black Friday Deal

To start here’s just a little backstory. Normally on Black Friday, I have been known to expand my “toy” collection, and it has gotten to the point it’s so massive and includes nearly every category of toy currently in production. That we no longer have any room to store them, and it also just didn’t seem worth it this year. Sure I was a little down about it, which was sorta the catalyst to what happened yesterday.

It was like any typical Friday. Being in Canada, we didn’t have thanksgiving the day prior since that takes place in October here. So again just an ordinary day. NV had already left for work, and Hubby was getting ready to go to his job. Meanwhile, I was eating breakfast in an oversized sweater to fend off the cold and some cute pink boyshorts-style undies. It wasn’t till Hubby was looking sharp as fuck, and in the process of getting ready to go that he found his way to me. Standing between the kitchen island and the counters, I gave him his goodbye, hug & kiss, and a little extra squeeze down south to be a tease. He, in turn, told me that he loved me obviously and to be a good girl. Except he knew I was feeling down since the night prior, he picked me up from his uncle’s ranch, and we talked about the whole “toy” dilemma. His solution to this was telling me that video games were on sale, and if I wanted, I could spend up to $350 on whatever I wanted, which instantly turned my mood around.