Prologue

I'm a very lucky man to be married to the sexiest, most beautiful fair sex in the world.

This is, by no means, intended to objectify or demean my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 palpable device characteristic -- - in no specific order -- - that, in my base judgment, place her in the highest echelons of physical beauty.

The first is the flawlessness of her face and the unblemished texture of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's adorable freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of all, but the way her chocolate-brown eyes always twinkle with deviltry, like there's an inside joke that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the earthly concern more brilliantly than the sun on my darkest days

parenthesis from her supermodel-like good looking at, people probably point out Amanda's amazing bosom first when she enters the room : 34c… perfect in shape, size, and firmness… perfect in every way ! Amanda's breasts are obviously glorious when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a cubby, sweaty variation bra.

Lastly, of grade, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't posse a"bubble butt"or an"apple bottom"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to describe her hindquarters as such ! No, she flaunts a satiny, super-toned merchantman, achieved from strenuous workout at the gym and running 20+ miles weekly, that is as firm as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's tit, the peck of her bare tail end is an sinful pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga gasp.

Ah, how I adore my wife's incredible ass…

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Several filament of Amanda's long Negro silky hair fell over her font, and she blew them aside through the recession of her sassing. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing saucer that I had oafishly forgotten in the sinkhole. Her back was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her hair covered virtually of her hind end. However, clad in a snug mutant bra and yoga pants that left little to the imagery, it was unmanageable not to notice the chiseled muscles of my wife's V-shaped speed torso. Her soundbox was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a model of health and fitness. But my eyes insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

That ass… my god… that incredible, arrant ass…

I stood in the middle of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The bare sight of her bottom, especially in those aphrodisiac yoga pant, made me severe than diamond. I was so engrossed by its idol that I didn't bring in she had shut off the water supply until she turned around.

My wife regarded with me with a bemused facial expression, but I hardly noticed. I went from being mesmerized by her tush to fixating on her beautiful boob and sexy 6-pack abs that rippled impressively with the fragile movement."Are you staring at my ass again, babe ?"Ironically, she was only joking.

I blushed."Yea… uh… actually, I was, Mandy."At that, her freckled cheeks turned a darker shade than mine."Sorry, you caught me red-handed."

Amanda threw a dishrag that narrowly missed my head."You're horribly, you know that ?"But she was smiling and clearly appreciated my heed to her form.

I quickly glided towards her, placed my hands on her hips, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her behind, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sink. My burgeoning erection pressed into the crease of her ass as I encircled her with my arms. Amanda squealed and attempted to wrestle away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

The firmness of purpose of her bottom… the softness of her hair… even her sweaty fragrance was like an resistless pheromone.

I rubbed my crotch against Amanda's behind even harder ; I wanted her to feel it.

My wife giggled."Um, what are you doing ?"

"I'm screening you how dotty your ass is making me,"I breathed in her ear.

Amanda purred,"I can distinguish. Maybe we should continue this discussion in the shower."Normally, that would've sounded perfective because some of the best sex that we ever experienced had taken berth there.

But I required instant gratification.

"I can't wait,"I confessed in a offended tonus."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you right now."Amanda's luscious bottom had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next Book without thinking, and immediately regretted it :"I want to bend you over this sink and pick up your ass."

My wife was typically adventuresome in bed. keep open for the extremely bizarre, there wasn't anything that she wasn't willing to try at least once. We often watched pornography together, dabbled with sex toy, and even practiced promiscuous bondage while taking go being the"dom/domme"and"sub ”. But there were 2 specific boundaries that she unyieldingly maintained.

Amanda had a designated"No Fly zona ”, which essentially meant that I was forbidden to cum anywhere above her neck. To put it succinctly, she would not finish my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jack off near her grimace. I never pushed the number. After all, viva voce sex was already an intimate act that required a with child stack of trust between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing semen grotesque, much less wearing it on her fount ! While I secretly fantasized about both, I was just happy to be receiving blowjobs fairly regularly.

But nailing Amanda in her incredible ass… now that was a different chronicle. Unfortunately, her 2nd sexual censure was anal sex. Each meter I would wreak it up or even sidestep around the matter, my wife would crinkle her nose and immediately end the word with a resounding"No !"

But the more Amanda denied me anal sex, the more I craved it. Her ass was so absurdly perfect that sodomizing it became an obsession. Sure, traditional vaginal sex, as well as oral sex, with my wife was as unbelievable as ever, but every time she was naked or simply walked by, I couldn't help but dream about poking her in the butt.

My married woman grunted irritably, snapping me out of my thinking, and immediately pushed me away."sister, you know how I feel about that."

shucks it, you're such an cretin, I berated myself."I know, I know,"I grumbled lamely."But I was just hoping… I mean, I was really hoping that you might, you know…"My representative trailed off as I lifted my hands imploringly.

Amanda rolled her eyes with a look of immense disgust that almost killed the humour and shriveled my gorge phallus to its original size of it.

Almost.

"peach are done, I'm going to take a shower,"she hastily announced.

But I kept her pinned against the kitchen swallow hole."What if I just bend you over and take your pussy instead ?"Sure, I was acting like a Neanderthal… but I was getting despairing !

Amanda chuckled evilly."How mad would you be if I said ‘ no'… how frustrated would you be… huh ?"My married woman was relishing the inviolable great power that she wielded over me.

"Christ, Mandy. Are you going to make me get on my knee and beg ? Because I will."

Amanda was amused by my pitiful desperation but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her bottom against my crotch. I was so aroused that my penis was raise in my pants, and its undersurface was pinned along her vertical crease. I began to shift my body against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

I emitted a extended moan."Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk….that feels SO good…."

"Yea ? You like that, babe ? You like it when I rub against my ass against your cock ?"It was a rhetorical dubiousness, of course.

"Take off the leg covering,"I whispered."I want to make love to you decently now."

"Mmmm… but I like this. It's kind of kinky. And I like feeling you so hard against me. Don't you like it ?"For vehemence, Amanda pressed her bottom more heavily into me, and the impinging was overwhelmingly stimulating.

"God, yes. I love it, I fucking fuck it…. christ, that feels good…. mmm, so good…. shit, Mandy, if you don't stay I'm going to explode in my pants."I was so out of control that I was talking like a foul-mouthed sailor.

"That's sort of the item, silly."

Amanda wiggled her articulatio coxae, and that was my tipping point.

"OH….FUCK !"

A powerful flood tide surged between my legs as I dry-humped my married woman's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my arms automatically snaked around her body. A lesser char wouldn't have tolerated how harshly I squeezed her breasts, but my wife merely cackled as I used her entire body to pleasure myself.

When I was finally spent, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in let out disbelief that I had used her ass -- - and to a lesser extent, her breasts -- - to get off. I moved awkwardly, afraid to get the foul mess in my trouser all over myself. My married woman took one tone at me and chortled.

"This isn't funny !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

"Um, no. I am most certainly not."Dry-humping my married woman's butt end was like tittyfucking her : heavenly in every way imaginable.

My middle were drawn back to Amanda's ass as she strode past me. Just as she was about to exit the kitchen, however, she stopped to depend at me over her shoulder joint."I'm going to lavish now. seed junction me."It was a statement, not a request."Maybe I can clean you up before we make another mess."

My hard-on instantaneously returned.

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A week later, Amanda and I were getting ready for a dinner date with my topper booster Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the get-go time. Dimitri was as honey to my married woman as he was to me, so we both wanted to pass water a estimable opinion on Kate for his saki. I was in our walk-in wardrobe searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I reckon ?"she asked casually.

I turned around and, naturally, my breathing time caught in my throat.

Amanda was wearing a slinky black mini-dress. Composed of a very soft and stretchy textile, the mini-dress was so slim down and form-fitting that that it was like another layer of tegument. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attention to Amanda's dazzling cleavage. The prat of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thighs, showing off am exorbitant amount of her fabulously toned runner's branch. Combined with the stiletto heels that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her legs appear obscenely long.

Despite Amanda's smorgasbord of eroticism, I was once again enthralled by her unbelievable ass. The way the minidress swaddled it so snuggly like plastic wrapper was like a powerful magnet that I could not shoot my center away from. It was blatantly obviously that my wife wasn't wearing any panties, which made her appearance impossibly sexier.

I had seen Amanda in this minidress before, of course. I had purchased it for a surprise dinner party escort [ refers to"Mandy's Sexcapade : Pantyless & Proud"]. Now, 1 child and a few years later, my married woman somehow appeared insanely hotter wearing it now compared to the first time.

"Still fits,"she declared proudly while studying her visibility in a full-length mirror.

Motherhood did not ruin my married woman's name in the least bit. She was clearly getting better with time, just like fine wine. I gazed at her rapturously."Kate is going to detest you."

Amanda's was genuinely mortified as she spun to face me."Why do you say that ?"

"Because she's going to find ugly and inadequate when she sees you in that dress."

"Omigod, babe. Please don't say that ! Should I commute ?"

It was both a blessing and a curse for a fair sex to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her news, wry good sense of humor, and overall charm, it easily outshined her physical dimension, which was why I loved her so dearly.

"I'm only teasing you, Mandy. You look wondrous. Of trend you shouldn't change !"

"Thank you, babe."Amanda beamed me a devastating grin that actually made me reel back. She noticed my reaction, and her expression turned from loving grasp to downright predatory."We still have some time before we need to leave."

My wife threw an even more impish grin my way as she turned and sauntered into the bathroom without further remark. With a bump in my pants and my heart thumping hard, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to regard me demurely as she pulled the bottom the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Deliverer Saviour, Mandy. Your ass is fucking incredible."

My wife stepped to the bathroom sink and promptly leaned over it. With her brass inches from the mirror and her speed half line of latitude to the floor, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't authorise enough, she reached back with one had to spread her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

I came right up to Amanda from posterior. She brought her facial expression to mine, and we kissed like 2 wild animate being succumbing to their key want. Gripping my erecting like a sword, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her vertical crease.

"Don't tease me like that, babe,"she pouted girlishly."I need you inside of me."

My wife received no line of reasoning as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a footling boisterous, I palmed the cover of her head to impel Amanda to stare at herself in the mirror."vigil as I bang the hell out of you,"I growled.

Amanda and I had 3 specific lieu where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the shower, and outdoor on a clear and sunny day. Currently, her eyes were as across-the-board as her mouth as we gazed at our own reflexion while making love. But I happened to catch raft of her puckered mess as I glanced down.

My cock throbbed even harder in Amanda's pussy. It was as if her arsehole was calling to me… beckoning me… teasing me as it flashed before my eye. Without thinking, I brushed the pad of my index finger's breadth over it.

Amanda flinched and she stared at me surd through the bathroom mirror but remained tacit as I continued driving into her from behind. Somewhat emboldened, I licked my fingertip and traced it around the rim of her anus. I could see that her formula was somewhat wary now, but when my wife still didn't react negatively, I slipped the tip of my index finger in.

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an electrical shock. Her head and spine instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the entrance of her anus reflexively constricted. I couldn't believe that my fingertip had elicited such a dramatic response !

I realized it was now or never."Please, Mandy,"I begged."Let me dry it."I didn't need to explicate what I meant by"it ”.

To my last skepticism, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her puss and excitement filled my thoughts as I brought the tip of my erection to Amanda's anus.

I can't believe it, it's finally happening !

I missed my wife's spooky expression in the mirror as I began to penetrate her, but winced when her internal muscles automatically contracted at my intrusion.

Goddamn, she's got a tight ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my teeth as I was barely able to fit my bellied pass in halfway. It wasn't that my erecting was a beastly size ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even tighter. But the sight of my hammer partially buried in her ass so visually get -- -- there mere fact that I was finally having anal sex with my wife so thrilling -- - that it was worth the physical discomfort.

So I forced my manhood a tail of the way in.

Amanda's expression quickly changed from apprehension to outright agony, but I was so engrossed in my own selfishness that I didn't card it until she screamed.

"babe, you're hurting me !"

I swore and immediately pulled out."I'm so dreary, Mandy ! Are you ok ? I'm so sorry !"

My married woman bore a terrible expression, one that I had never seen before and tore at my heart, as she pulled her dress back down. She was grimacing when she replied unconvincingly,"I'm fine."

"Are you sure ? You don't spirit fine. Here, let me -- -"

"I said, I'm fine !"she snapped.

I immediately grew tacit, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the womanhood whom I loved more than life history itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and forth to take the air off the lingering soreness. She continued to shift awkwardly and still appeared uncomfortable, which was heartbreaking.

Finally, she stated brusquely,"Come on, let's go. I don't want to be late."

Amanda's pace gradually returned to normal as I followed her to the garage. Her demeanor also softened, and she was back to her champagne, talkative self by the time we were on the road. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attack at anal sex for the eternal rest of the night.

I felt like such a atrocious husband.

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An odd, pacify shaking woke me early the next morning. It was Sunday -- - my day to sleep in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my English and tried to shine back asleep.

Then the gentle shaking happened again.

Curious, I opened my center and lifted my capitulum. Amanda was curled up in a egg reading an e-book on her tablet. The shakiness occurred for yet a 3rd time.

It took me a moment to earn that she was stifling laughter.

I asked glibly,"well Koran ya got there ?"

Amanda rolled to face me, and there were existent tears in her middle."I'm sorry, babe. I was trying hard not to rouse you."

My annoying instantly evaporated. There was nothing my wife could ever do to irritate me."It's ok, Mandy. What are you reading ?"

She flushed in embarrassment."Another one of my Romance novels."

I chuckled. While my wife could be very girlish at times, it still surprised me that she enjoyed those cheesy"happily ever after"stories so much. But we both had our vice."Oh yea ? Any expert sex vista ?"

Amanda started laughing again and, as always, it was like beautiful music."I think I know where we went wrong yesterday."

I was still half departed and didn't comprehend what she was referring to."Huh ?"

"When you tried to poke me in the butt before we went to hang out with Dimitri and Kate."

That got my attention."What do you mean ?"

"We should've stretched my, uh, back door first before we did anything."I was in such disbelief at the topic of conversation that I gaped at my wife."Using fingerbreadth is obvious, but anal string of beads are highly advocate, too."

"Did you really just say ‘ anal beads'?"

"Yes, silly. You know, the silicone unity that start pocket-size and get braggart ?"

"Like the ones in the porn video that we watched the other day."

Amanda let that offer."Anal beads can be less painful than finger,"she continued in a scholarly flavour that was endearing and absolutely adorable,"since you can regulate the amount of stretch with the size of the beads. And we definitely should've used lubricant yesterday, too !"

"Ok…"I responded carefully, not surely where this was leading. Then I suddenly became leery."Mandy, where are you getting this info from ? Did you actually research this stuff ?"

Her expression was sainted."I'm reading about it in my Latinian language novel."I was about to utter a unrefined commentary when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, babe. It actually felt proficient when you were in… there… at first."My eyes widened."But then I got kind of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to ache, and I felt like I was losing ascendance of my body and that everything inside was going to shoot out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much Sir Thomas More repress and added,"Not to go ever more disgusting, but I also read that kissing and licking a cleaning woman back there can help to suppress those reflex response before anal penetration. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that sink in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the amount of selective information that Amanda was presenting me. But while I had never rimmed her before, the simple fact that she was bringing it up was very appealing in a pervert form of way."Yea ? So that's what you've been reading in your porn Romance novels, eh ?"

Amanda burst out laughing again."I know, right ?"

Our conversation had me difficult as a rock, and even though I was smart enough to realize that we weren't going to attempt anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very least, going to baby in some very incredible morning sex. But Amanda glanced at the meter and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was betimes Sun sunrise, which meant it was time for her to meet with her training group for another 10 mi run in the J. J. Hill.

I groaned as she rolled out of bed."Why don't you show up a piddling late ? Or, in force yet, why don't you not show up at all, and stay here with me ? I got a really bad urge that only you can scratch."

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stunning smiling. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert jersey as a night-robe, and cypher else make unnecessary for a pair of pink scanty. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her acrobatic anatomy and hugged the curves of her bottomland perfectly. Most fair sex who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my married woman's natural looker foremost thing in the morning.

"Tempting,"she responded impudently,"but running the trail with my team gives me a in force workout than you do in bed !"

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her funnies naked and don her running dress : a snug summercater bra and tight leggings, an outfit that would undoubtedly stimulate anyone within a 100ft radius to stare at her and bosh. My married woman tied her hair into a precious ponytail and kissed me on the brim, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to meet her training group.

Before Amanda could leave, however, I called her name and she halted. Communication was the key to any relationship, and I told her,"I'm really sorry for hurting you yesterday."

My wife touched her os frontale to mine."I know,"she responded tenderly."It's ok, infant. We didn't know what we were doing and, like I said, I was scared and couldn't relax."Then she smirked."And you're just so big that I couldn't fit you."

I sighed and gazed at Amanda in adoration. I freely admitted that my humanness was average-sized and not some grow over lusus naturae, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to relieve my guilt. The gesture warmed my core, and I hugged my wife fiercely, afraid to let go because I knew I didn't deserve her."I love you so much, Mandy."

"I love you, too. At to the lowest degree we'll know proficient for side by side time."She turned and was suddenly gone.

Next fourth dimension ?

Amanda's offhand comment gave me hope, and that hope gave me an erecting as I remained in bed to moon about being balls-deep in her fantastical ass.

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"Next clock time ”, unfortunately, didn't arrive for a long time.

Weeks later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her habitual athletics bra and leging again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over fourth dimension. While we normally spent about 2 hours here, we usually separated to quest for our own goals. I concentrated more on amphetamine physical structure strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on lower body and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest mechanical press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"Roman hot seat ”, much to my delight. She placed her mobile phone telephone set and water bottle on the matte floor. After climbing in, my married woman aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the ground with her cover heterosexual person and branch crossed in an"X"over her plenteous chest. Then, flexing at the shank, Amanda formed a perfective tense top side"V"before extending back to her pilot position. This particular workout targeted her lower vertebral column and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded view of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

There were always plenty of hard female body at the gym flaunting their sexy skin, but I hardly noticed them when my wife was around.

The"Roman hot seat"was stationed at the front man of the gym in crystalize view. I humorously wondered if its strategic location had been on purpose as I ceased my physical exercise to gaze at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me heavily, and I almost didn't care if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling wicked, I withdrew my cellphone and sent her a playful text.

I'm staring at your ass right now, and I'm using it as aspiration for my workout.

Amanda's cellphone vibrated, and I watched as she paused to retrieve it. After reading my substance, she responded without turning back to me : Good. Because I have a surprisal for you later ! LOL !

Oh, how my wife loved to tease ! But this time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a bunch of guy rope staring at your ass with me. Should I accuse them admission ? diddlyshit, the dude next to me looks like he's about to be adrift his load !

Amanda's ponytail flapped adorably as she shook her head in aggravation. Whatever. She tossed her cell phone back onto the floor.

I laughed and resumed my workout, but my eyes didn't stray from my married woman's unbelievable bottom as she continued hers.

Nor did the eyes of the numerous men around me.

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Amanda and I stripped our sweaty gym close off when we arrived home and immediately hopped in the shower together. There probably wasn't anything I enjoyed more in biography -- - aside from making making love to my beautiful wife and staring at her incredible ass -- - than bathing with her. The combining of being wet and naked with Amanda was a wonderful thing, indeed !

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her hair. Lathering my hands with a bar of soap, I pressed my crotch into her merchant ship as I reached around to soap her overindulge tits. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely firm, but were too slippy as I tried to squeeze them hard… which only fanned my lustfulness even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained silent and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire front of her body with suds, working from her illustrious breasts and down to her stomach, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridges of her abdominal brawniness with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth curves of her rose hip and the firmness of her muscular second joint. I then traced back around and get my hands on Amanda's bottom.

God… that ass again ! I couldn't get enough of it ; I was obsessed with it !

The goop had rinsed from my manus, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palms all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the rest of her body and, literally, resembled a work of art as the glistening water flowed over it. Unable to help myself, I pinned the underside of my rock-hard erecting along her vertical crease.

I brought my lips close to her ear."Remember what you did to me in the kitchen… what you did to me with your ass ? fucking, that drove me so crazy."

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to undulate her bottom against my genitalia in a very sensual, get way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so toilsome for me…"

"Just like I am now."I started to cope with her movements with my own, and knew that I would cum before too long.

My wife knew it, too."Cum all over my ass,"she breathed softly.

That was the awing matter about shower bath sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the bedroom, but my married woman was often willing to be much more pervert here in the shower. keep open for under the vivid sun and exonerate blue sky, there was no other place where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, there was just something very practical about being able to clean up immediately after making a filthy good deal !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's yummy ass after using it to masturbate, I suddenly recalled the comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her rarity was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to experience it. And while I wanted to keep our sex sprightliness wise, Thomas More than anything I just wanted to make my wondrous wife happy.

Amanda knew I was fixated on her ass, and well aware how I loved to dry hump it and jacklight off all over her bare skin. That was why she was so surprised when I pulled away."What are you doing ?"

My wife loved dingy sex talk, so I didn't cargo deck back."I'm going to buss that pretty ass of yours, then I'm going to lick your prick before I shove my glossa in it."

Amanda started to turn around."Omigod, infant, you're so silly. I was only joking when I said -- -"

But I spun her back around so quickly that she yelped."I told you, Mandy : I'm going to kiss that passably ass of yours… then I'm going to lick your asshole before I shove my spit in it."

Amanda's puckered maw was suddenly staring at me as I spread her asscheeks. I had never examined it so closely, and it actually winked at me like an eye as she attempted to control her excitement. My mouth watered.

I gave my wife's anus a longsighted, obtuse lick.

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be good, I had to fight back some initial horror as the tip of my spit made contact with Amanda's back entrance entrance. The mere thought of rimming someone, even my married woman, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no detestation. In fact, her ass tasted the same as her backtalk or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly wolfish and perhaps a piddling crazed from adrenaline, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my font between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a banquet. Amanda's entire torso twitched as I rolled my tongue and inserted it, and her sharp squeal of exuberance only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this Sooner ?

But just like I had surprised Amanda moments ago by pulling away, now she did the same to me."Let's go to the sleeping room,"she insisted.

I shook my headland emphatically ; I was having too lots fun to stop and relocate.

"Trust me, I'm enjoying this way more than you are, but I have a surprise for you."She smiled mischievously."I promise it'll be worth your while."

How could I possibly argue ? I quickly jumped out of the shower and retrieved a towel before Amanda shut the pee off. Then I savored the moment as I toweled her off before drying myself, and excitedly led her to our bedroom.

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When we reached the sleeping accommodation, Amanda immediately crawled onto our bed on all 4's. With her bare buttocks presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpet and buried my human face into her buns again. My hungriness returned instantly.

"Babe, what's gotten into you ?"There was amusement in her voice from my unbridled exuberance, but I knew she was as excited from the anal retentive frolic as I was.

My response was a dull grumbling into her chthonic region.

I licked and slurped noisily. My inhibition had totally dissipated as I rimmed my wife with the same fervor as if I was kissing her or performing cunnilinctus. But Amanda suddenly shifted, prostrating herself on the bed with her face turned as she reached back to spread her asscheeks for me. Her anus was gaping now, and it wasn't seizing as uncontrollably as before. I lathered it with my tongue until she called out softly,"Use your finger."

Damn, she really IS into it !

I happily pounced onto the bed next to my wife. But I didn't immediately finger her anus. Instead, I caught her off safeguard by gently rubbing her clitoris, which was already engorged and as hard as my turncock. Amanda cooed and involuntarily waggled her ass before my adoring eyes in reception. As bottom undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 fingers into her slick pussy.

Amanda sighed contently, but it wasn't her kitty-cat that required attending today.

safekeeping both finger's breadth inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger's breadth of my early hand into my oral fissure to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the side of her pretty face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening digit into her ass. Her entire body trembled and her anatomical sphincter muscle contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th senses told me to hold. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid rise and falling of her articulatio humeri. Her internal muscles clenched around my fingers like some form of obscene Chinese finger lying in wait, but gradually relaxed as did her ventilation. Taking this as a preindication, I began sliding my finger in and out of both holes in an flip-flop motion, careful to keep a steady but gentle rhythm.

Amanda expressed spiritedly,"I never knew this could finger so trade good !"

I nimbly attempted to slide my middle fingerbreadth into her anus along with my index finger. But my wife was still stiff in her backdoor in blunt contrast to her cunt, which was so wet and loose that I could've driven a truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my middle finger merely pressed against its outer rim. I continued with just 1 finger, but Amanda truly did have a surprise for me.

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a nursing bottle of personal lubricating substance and a set of anal beads ! Shaped like a blade, the sex toy was lavender in color and composed entirely of elastic silicone polymer. The firstly bead was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly great until they culminated into a heavy ring-handle that was intended to guard against injury from over-penetration.

She handed me the latter to me and instructed softly,"Use this."

I immediately withdrew from her vagina and anus to slather the anal retentive bead with lube. My gist was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the countless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge step for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her rear entrance.

"Are you set up for this, Mandy ?"

She looked back at me and nodded.

I slipped the sex toy into her ass.

Amanda exhaled sharply, but didn't flinch. I inserted only 2 beads and paused to let her consistency adjust. When she didn't react negatively, I began gliding them in and out of her anus. Gradually -- - and very slowly -- - I penetrated more deeply until she was capable to comfortably admit about half of the sword-shaped sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained control of her body and of the situation."Right there, babe… right there."

I went no further than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the pearl rubbed against her sphincter rampart and stretched her back door. Once I had established her comfort geographical zone, I reached under to tint my wife… to massage her engorged clit… to line my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack… to act as with her swollen breast and tweak her nipple as her splendid white meat dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My shaft normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, snatch, ass, it didn't matter… but the vision Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal delight provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My free hand shifted from her firm breasts back to her pussycat again as I continued to slither the anal retentive bead in her anus. I could fit almost my entire fist into my wife's pussy on a typical day, but my 2 fingerbreadth were, literally, in a fierce competition with the sex toy for infinite in her body !

But the competition didn't net long.

I plunged my fingerbreadth and anal retentive beads into both yap several More times before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the ceiling and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My finger glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my antonym hand. smiling, I scooted next to my wife and playfully draw close my nose at the radix of her neck. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to regard me solemnly that I noticed the immense wet spot on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way !

Amanda shifted onto her incline as I lay next to her and embraced her from tush. In a spoon place that was so unbelievably comfortable, her fast button pressed into my private parts. I savored the warm up jot of her soundbox against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the woman whom I loved more than anything in the world, lay aside our son, left me deeply satisfied.

We basked in that soothing state between sleep and wakefulness for a piece until Amanda snapped me wide-cut awake with a whisper :"I'm ready to try it again."

At first, I assumed that she merely wanted me to use the dildo on her ass or rim her again, which I would've been Sir Thomas More than happy to do. But the tone of her vox indicated something more. My heart suddenly beat faster with excitement."Mandy, are you indisputable ? I mean, after what happened live time…"

She rolled to face me."I'm still a piddling flighty. But I think I'm quick this time."

I repeated her assertion in my mind. I'm still a little flighty. But I think I'm ready this time.

She did not sound ready.

"I don't know,"I began with dubiousness."You never wanted to try anal until I kept begging and begging, and finally talked you into it. And you hated every minute of it."

"I wouldn't say that I hated it, babe,"Amanda conceded."I will admit that we weren't prepared, but we know better now. Using the beads and your finger back there stretched me without pain, and rimming definitely relaxed my muscles."It was endearing how she spoke about anal play in such a clinical tone."I feel like I have ascendance of my soundbox now."She looked at me hard."This time, I'm ready."

I could still discern a considerable total of trepidation beneath her solemn exterior, and it broke my heart to realize that Mandy didn't really want to try it again, but was leave to let me sodomize her once more out of pure love.

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my chief without any regrets."I can't."

"What if I told you that I want it, too ? Badly."

"I would say that I don't believe you.

Amanda reached between my legs and made me completely intemperate with only 2 swift stroke."You've never be able-bodied to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to get going getting in the habit !"

The moment of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our foreheads together in another sign of unyielding dear."Mandy, are you really surely about this ? I don't want to hurt you again, and I sure as hell don't want you to hate me."

"I'm sure, babe. I wouldn't be offering if I wasn't, you know that. And I could never detest you. Just used the lubricant… and be gentle with me."

Amanda slowly reassumed her prostrated position with a feline gracefulness. Taking the bottle of personal lubricant, I scooted behind where her incomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to give her right cheek an affectionate kiss and then a visible radiation, playful slap. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her can ; a sexy invitation, to say the to the lowest degree !

I swathed my hard-on with an exorbitant quantity of lubrication then slowly -- - very carefully -- - entered my married woman's anus.

This time, the experience was MUCH dissimilar for both of us.

We sighed contently as my helmet-head slid into Amanda. I could feel her anatomical sphincter muscles squeezing around my girth ever-so-slightly, but nowhere near as uncontrollably as during our initial foray. Except for the anticipation, she didn't appear to be in any distress, nor was I caught up in a blind, sex-crazed luxuria like previously.

Gripping my erection at its substructure, I delicately eased into my wife's bottom, gliding myself in a bit encourage and mindful of any discomfort on her part. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a steadfast rhythm to keep her organic structure relaxed. We both kept calm.

"That's it, babe,"she breathed encouragingly."Nice and slow… that's it… aaahhhh ... that feels good… now give me a minuscule more."

The wearisome rubbing against Amanda's rectal paries was incomprehensibly exquisite, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could finger so stick. It was comparable live traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making love to her throat. I glided my free hand all over her derriere and lower back. Rather than lunge surd or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my prick halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The wizard of it all was so stimulating that I lolled my head back and moaned.

"rightfield there, babe. That's perfect… right on there."Establishing her new consolation zone, I retracted my hips until I was almost completely dislodged then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! right wing there ! Keep going… right there ! Don't stay !"

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal reactions, I progressively ramped up the pace. I was still careful not to penetrate too deeply or push up too fast, but I was so fervent in my movements that I quickly worked up as perspiration. Her nasty sphincter muscle gradually relaxed, and seeing my humanness buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the rattling ace even better.

After only 15 irregular, my body required release.

However, I still wasn't sure of Amanda's boundaries when it pertained to orgasming in her rectum."I'm going to cum !"I warned her frantically."I'm going to cum !"

But Amanda could always read my psyche and understood that I was seeking guidance on where to deposit my load."wrench out,"she instructed."I want to find you all over my ass !"

I emitted a guttural consonant roar as I withdrew from Amanda's anal orifice. She immediately flattened herself on the bed as I straddled her and stroked myself feverishly. My aim was true, and I showered my lovemaking all over my wife's pert behind. When I was finally spent and panting, I gazed down upon the work of art that I had just created.

Her incredible ass glistened with my semen.

Amanda rolled onto her back, reached up, and pulled me onto her in a fierce hug. We held each other close and didn't speak for a long time. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex life that would establish any couple envious, something profound still managed to transpire between us.

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Amanda and I had sex of the traditional variety -- - vaginal and oral -- - in the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. that followed, but we didn't attack anal again. While I was hopeful, I wasn't upset when she didn't bring it up. My wife had already done more for me than any husband could rightfully expect, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything more. If Amanda wanted to live anal sex again, she would ask ; if not, our love wouldn't be any worse for the deficiency of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a fancy day of the month nighttime in middle City. She was wearing the aphrodisiacal black minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any other skillful apparel to get into. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her tire out it.

As we drove to our deary eatery, however, I noticed that Amanda oddly couldn't sit still."Mandy, are you ok ?"I asked, casting her a ready glance as I drove.

"Yes… sort of. I just can't seem to get comfortable."She fidgeted and tugged at the short bottom as if attempting to conceal her fabulous legs.

"The dress is a petty tight on you,"I replied drolly."Not that I'm complaining !"

My wife snorted in entertainment but didn't respond.

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When we finally arrived at our terminus, I pulled into the crowded parking garage and took the world-class uncommitted spot. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to open the passenger door and lend Amanda a hand. She took it and exited awkwardly without her common grace.

"Mandy, are you sure enough you're ok ? You're moving kind of funny."

I was growing come to, but my wife's face snag into a naughty grin as she glanced about. Then, to my level best astonishment, Amanda pulled the bottom of the minidress up over her midsection. As usual, she wasn't wearing panties with the kit, so that didn't surprise me.

But what did surprise me was the dingy gleam jewel that was lodged in her butt.

"What the… what is that ?"

Amanda laughed out loud as she looked around the parking service department again. After making sure that there was no one else around, she reached towards her bottom. But what she extricated wasn't just a dark jewel. My wife held up a modest, glossy, bullet-shaped object that had a short-circuit narrow neck opening and a flat, labialise stem to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A tush fire hydrant !

I gaped at my wife.

"What ?"Amanda asked as if pulling an inanimate object from one's ass was an workaday happening."I'm just prepping myself for tonight."

I was delighted at the insinuation but in disbelief that she would actually go to such extremes. I actually sputtered, ineffectual to show my opinion, as my married woman continued to grin at me in amusement."soundly noble, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangled tincture."How can you even fit that affair in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her chief back and laughed, and the musical sound echoed in the parking garage so loudly that somebody was bound to find out."I've been wearing it since Monday,"she confessed.

"What !"

"Not continuously,"Amanda quickly added."I only wore it for 5 minutes that day, and have been gradually increasing the duration. Omigod, it took me forever to get the plug into my ass that world-class fourth dimension !"For whatever reason, Amanda found that hysteric, and there were weeping in her eyes as she laughed yet again.

I shook my school principal incredulously. My wife and I enjoyed a sex life sentence that would've been considered extremely hardcore even by the most seasoned smut whizz, but she could still wow me with new matter."You're full of surprise, aren't you ?"

"I'm not doing this just for you, you know,"she replied with feigned haughtiness."I like feeling you in my ass, too."Her smirk was absolutely devious.

We suddenly heard footsteps and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the stooge fireplug with a surprising easiness and lowered the minidress over her bottom once more. Everything was abruptly back to formula as she smoothed out the fabric and took my arm."Come on, babe. We don't want to be late to our dinner reservation."

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I sat across the elegantly set tabular array from Amanda as she perused the computer menu. My beautiful wife bore that same intense yet lovable formula that she always did when focusing on something. I gazed at her in adoration, but she peeked over the top of the menu and furrowed her brows questioningly.

"What ?"

"Oh zip. I'm just admiring your cute freckles… and thinking about the derriere plug that's currently shoved up your ass."

Amanda blushed at my free-spoken remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate crystal goblet, she dabbed her blood red lips with a serviette and casually tossed it onto the floor."infant, would you be a dear and choice that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her long eyelashes.

I grin roguishly. This was a game that we had played before [ refers to"Mandy's Sexcapade : Pantyless & Proud"], but one that would never develop old.

"Of course."As I reached down to find the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs widely beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her tenacious wooden leg, anyway, but a quick glance was all I needed to discern that her pussycat was bare and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her napkin and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an incredible meal and maintained a casual conversation throughout the night. But the opinion of my married woman's long sexy legs, smooth pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a arse sparking plug proved to be a John Major distraction, as did the abominable erection in my gasp that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the living room in a tangle of limb and backtalk. She had unzipped my pants and started giving me a handjob before we were even halfway home, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her pussy. It was a kid miracle that I didn't crash and kill us, but we didn't have the willpower to balk touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lust that we didn't even pee-pee it to the bedroom. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the couch, where she relieved me of my clothing. And I returned the party favor by peeling the stringent minidress over her head and tossing it aside. My wife whimsically twirled as if allowing me to inspect every in of her yummy eubstance. The faux sapphire flashed as her behind passed before my eyes.

"God, I want to stick my dick up your ass so bad,"I growled.

Amanda spanked herself wickedly."What's stopping you ?"

My erection was, literally, trembling and leaking for my sexy married woman and her hot ass."fuck,"I swore."Give me a sec to get the lube."

I was about to hurry to our sleeping room, but Amanda interjected,"Don't bother."

I was like a dog in heating, craving to pass with flying colors Amanda in the can and mount her doggy style again. But her felicity and condom were my antecedency."It'll take me 2 secondment,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my wife threw me onto the couch with a effect that was derived as much from strong-arm strength as it was from impatience. She regarded me with a smoldering intensity and informed me quietly,"I have all the lubrication we need."

Amanda dropped to her knee and forced my knees apart.

"Oh god… fuck…"I moaned as she gulped me into her mouth.

The blowjob was unlike any my wife had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the brink of being outright violent, it was flashy, wet, and extremely waterlogged. She slurped vigorously as a thick spittle seeped from her oral fissure and down her Kuki to surface my engorged member.

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd bend over the frame so I could pack her from behind. But she turned, facing away from me, while reaching behind to comprehend my erection and coordinate it with her anus. Then assuming a"skier's position ”, Amanda gently pressed her tooshie against my penile tip and hovered there for a minute to measure my response.

This was a trade name new position for us, and I was thrilled !

I placed my hands on my Amanda's hips to draw her movements. There was a abbreviated searing pain as I pierced her anal retentive entrance, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a loving quality to my wife's movement despite the fact that many mass would consider our act"dirty"in every sense of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's hip joint, I slowly pulled her onto me, careful not to jerk her off balance and keeping a conclusion eye on her reaction, as well. But her only answer was to sigh contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my wooden leg wide as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thighs pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely rooted inside of her. She was still leaning forward with practically of her weight displaced anteriorly on her feet. It was realise that my married woman was still discerning to dangle her full system of weights, but that was ok. I was volition to give her as much cock -- - or as picayune -- - as she wanted.

"Your ass look howling, Mandy… you feel fantastic."

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the balls of her feet onto her bounder and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my sexy wife assume control. The ken of her fanny engulfing my erection only to reappear was soporific. She took me in a picayune bit deeper each prison term, pacing herself, letting my grueling girth gradually stretch along and relax her sphincter muscles, and allowing ourselves to love the wonderful, intimate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me faster, pumping her muscular second joint and scaling almost the entire length of my humanity. Though I couldn't see around her body, I could tell apart that she was cupping the undersurface of her swollen bosom, and rolling her harden mamilla between thumb and index finger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

It was the ripe of both worlds : being rooted in my wife's beautiful ass and fondling her equally exquisite breasts.

Amanda's breathing became more ragged as she started moaning in irregular musical interval. Still, save for my hands groping her chest, I remained still and let her set the pace. Her smooth, toned organic structure was emanating a considering amount of heating as she rose and fell on my stiff member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully vertical, backing into me and allowing her hip joint to fully devolve on my lap.

Amanda emitted a shrill riot as her ass swallowed my cock completely.

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought the inscrutable insight might be too for her much to cover. But my wife remained seated on me. Her anal muscles were contracting around my phallus uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more steadily. But rather than hurl my pelvic girdle in an effort to discharge my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my weaponry. I held my wife in a stifling embrace even as I felt her insistency herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two knock-down magnet attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a hanker while, Amanda and I didn't motion. We were more than contentedness to feel our warm naked consistency against each other, and being completely rooted in her bottom was a sensation unlike any other. I could've remained in this position until the end of clock time, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to move too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my prat forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my feet firmly planted on the carpet. Amanda, as a resultant, fell gently into a recumb position against my pectus. She murmured a quizzical speech sound, and I whispered direction into her ear. Nodding with only the faintest hint of trepidation, she lifted her feet and placed them atop my thigh.

Then, with her arms fully extended behind her and on their side of my hips, my wife began slowly sodomizing herself in reversal cowgirl.

I clenched my abdominal muscles and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every facial expression of our anal jointure. She bucked her rosehip smoothly, raising her bottom until her chiseled midriff was nearly analog to the storey, then let them drop down. Like before, she gradually worked my prick into her anus until it was capable to waste every inch. The tightness of her sphincter muscle muscles felt superb, comparable to the C. H. Best blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my married woman had ever given me.

Amanda grunted and moaned as she pumped her hips more robustly now. Her lust matched my own, and I snaked my limb around her physical structure to assay out her tit again. But as my hired hand squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"looseness with my slit !"

guardianship my leftfield script where it was -- - Amanda's teat were just too resistless to abandon -- - I slipped my right-hand index and halfway digit into her mouth. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own spit as lubrication, I slipped my digits into her vagina. But the move proved unnecessary as Amanda's hole was already sopping wet.

My hand on my hot wife's perfective tense breasts… my digit in her warm pussy… my turncock up her incredible ass… I was, literally, in Shangri-la !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the full weight unit of her bottom onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my erecting like a joystick, and the dim thumping of skin against skin sounded with each encroachment. I was helpless, and my cock was harder for it.

But, as usual, I could never stave in off orgasm for foresighted whenever I was naked with my beautiful wife. I had not only longed to penetrate her anus, but fantasized filling it to the brim with my cum. And now, I was ready to put in a full warhead into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

"nooky, Mandy,"I moaned."You keep open that up, and I'm gon na cream in your ass !"

"founder it to me…I know you want to, babe. Cum in my ass… cum for me !"

Christ ! How Amanda could abut me so intensely with simple Christian Bible ! But she suffered the aftermath by losing control condition of the situation because I lost control.

I embraced her from fanny in a ferocious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprisal as she was suddenly unable to displace. She realized that she was at my mercifulness -- - more specifically, her ass was at my mercy -- - as I began to pierce up into her HARD. The encroachment of our bodies went from a dim thud to a sharper flavor with each of my see to it bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalizing sensation of Amanda's naked trunk against mine, and of her sphincter muscles wrapped so heavenly around my manhood, caused my lecherousness for her to roil over. My rate quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her passably ass as if my life depended on it. Amanda's repeated war cry of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primal holla as I pounded into her hind end repeatedly with all the forcefulness I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic heftiness to sustain the sweet consequence, but to no useable."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my wife."I'm gon na cum !"

But Amanda's response was to whirl against me sensually and very, very wickedly.

I thrusted hard one terminal prison term and remained rooted in her ass, balls-deep, as my thick, hot sperm cell spewed into her rectum.

The powerful rush made me feel as though I was falling through the floor, and I rolled my caput back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bum and though that afforded her very lilliputian room to manoeuver, she was still able to wriggle on my lap, purport to wheedle every finally drop from me.

When I finally had no more to feed, all tension abruptly left my body and I sunk into the couch with a loud, cognitive content suspiration. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in turn, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to hold her close, our pectus heaving and our dead body steaming from effort.

We never realized that anal sex could be such a beautiful act of love.

Though my erecting was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my wife's anus, the insistence from her internal muscles securing me in office. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely comfortable spoon stance. I playfully rubbed my nose against the side of her neck opening and wondered, for the countless clip, how any adult female could feel so perfect.

Amanda and I didn't dabble in anal sex again for a long metre. Though she came to enjoy it as much as I did, we seldom included it our intimate repertoire. Unlike oral examination sex and vaginal sex, we treated anal sex like a rare, special occasion.

And that's precisely why making love to my wife's ass was so rattling !