Prologue

I'm a very lucky man to be married to the aphrodisiac, most beautiful woman in the world.

This is, by no mean, intended to externalise or demean my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible feature -- - in no specific order -- - that, in my chagrin view, situation her in the highest echelons of strong-arm beauty.

The first is the flawlessness of her brass 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 brown eyes always twinkle with mischief, like there's an at bottom gag that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the world more brilliantly than the sun on my disconsolate days

aside from her supermodel-like good aspect, people probably notice Amanda's amazing breasts first when she enters the elbow room : 34c… perfect in shape, size, and firmness… perfect tense 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 cubbyhole, sweaty sports bra.

Lastly, of grade, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't possess a"bubble butt"or an"apple behind"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to depict her bottom as such ! No, she flaunts a sleek, super-toned merchantman, achieved from arduous workouts at the gym and running 20+ miles weekly, that is as solid as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's knocker, the quite a little of her bare merchantman is an sinful pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga pants.

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

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Several string of Amanda's long smuggled silky hair fell over her aspect, and she blew them aside through the corner of her lip. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing beauty that I had oafishly forgotten in the sump. Her back was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her tomentum covered most of her backside. However, clad in a snug play bra and yoga pants that left little to the imagination, it was difficult not to detect the chiseled muscleman of my married woman's V-shaped upper berth trunk. Her body was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a manikin of wellness and fittingness. But my eyes insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

That ass… my god… that incredible, perfective tense ass…

I stood in the middle of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The mere flock of her bottom, especially in those sexy yoga pants, made me voiceless than ball field. I was so engrossed by its perfection that I didn't agnize she had shut off the H2O until she turned around.

My married woman regarded with me with a bemused expression, but I hardly noticed. I went from being mesmerized by her behind to fixating on her beautiful breast and aphrodisiac 6-pack abs that rippled impressively with the slightest movement."Are you staring at my ass again, infant ?"Ironically, she was only joking.

I blushed."Yea… uh… actually, I was, Mandy."At that, her freckled face 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 attentiveness to her form.

I quickly glided towards her, placed my hired man on her pelvic arch, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her arse, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen swallow hole. My burgeoning erection pressed into the crease of her ass as I encircled her with my arms. Amanda squealed and attempted to writhe away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

The firmness of her bottom… the unmanliness of her hair… even her sweaty sweetness was like an resistless pheromone.

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

My married woman giggled."Um, what are you doing ?"

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

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

But I required jiffy gratification.

"I can't waiting,"I confessed in a pained tone."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you in good order now."Amanda's yummy bottom had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next intelligence without mentation, and immediately regretted it :"I want to bend you over this sink and nail your ass."

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

Amanda had a designated"No Fly Zone ”, which essentially meant that I was forbidden to cum anywhere above her neck opening. To put it succinctly, she would not fetch up my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jacklight off near her grimace. I never pushed the issue. After all, viva voce sex was already an confidant act that required a cracking deal of trust between us, and my married woman understandably considered swallowing seminal fluid grotesque, much less wearing it on her face ! 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 history. Unfortunately, her 2nd intimate elision was anal sex. Each prison term I would bring it up or even fudge around the topic, my married woman would crinkle her nose and immediately end the discussion with a resounding"No !"

But the more Amanda denied me anal retentive sex, the more I craved it. Her ass was so absurdly perfect that sodomizing it became an obsession. indisputable, traditional vaginal sex, as well as oral examination sex, with my married woman was as incredible as ever, but every metre she was nude 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 mentation, and immediately pushed me away."Babe, you know how I feel about that."

Damn it, you're such an idiot, 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 interpreter trailed off as I lifted my hands imploringly.

Amanda rolled her middle with a look of immense disgust that almost killed the mood and shriveled my scarf out penis to its original size.

Almost.

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

But I kept her pinned against the kitchen sink."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 wife was relishing the inviolable power that she wielded over me.

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

Amanda was amused by my piteous despair but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her buttocks against my crotch. I was so evoke that my member was erect in my trouser, and its underside was pinned along her vertical crease. I began to switch my body against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

I emitted a drawn-out moan."Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk….that look SO good…."

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

"Take off the leggings,"I whispered."I want to take in get it on to you properly 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 emphasis, Amanda pressed her bottom more heavily into me, and the contact lens was overwhelmingly stimulating.

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

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

Amanda wiggled her hips, and that was my lean point.

"OH….FUCK !"

A mightily climax surged between my leg 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 woman wouldn't have tolerated how gratingly I squeezed her chest, but my wife merely cackled as I used her total consistence to pleasure myself.

When I was finally spend, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in verbalise skepticism 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 pants all over myself. My wife took one look 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 can was like tittyfucking her : heavenly in every way imaginable.

My heart 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 count at me over her articulatio humeri."I'm going to shower now. Come join me."It was a program line, not a petition."Maybe I can clean you up before we make another mess."

My erection instantaneously returned.

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A week later, Amanda and I were getting set up for a dinner date with my best protagonist Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the first prison term. Dimitri was as dear to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to realize a dependable impression on Kate for his sake. I was in our waltz water closet searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I calculate ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky Joseph Black mini-dress. Composed of a very delicate and stretchy textile, the mini-dress was so cut and form-fitting that that it was like another layer of skin. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attention to Amanda's fulgurant cleavage. The tush of the minidress barely reached halfway down her second joint, showing off am outrageous total of her fabulously intone runner's ramification. Combined with the stiletto heels that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her legs appear obscenely long.

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

I had seen Amanda in this minidress before, of grade. I had purchased it for a surprise dinner party date [ refers to"Mandy's Sexcapade : Pantyless & Proud"]. Now, 1 fry and a few geezerhood later, my wife somehow appeared insanely hot wearing it now compared to the beginning time.

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

Motherhood did not deflower my wife's figure in the to the lowest degree bit. She was clearly getting better with time, just like hunky-dory wine. I gazed at her rapturously."Kate is going to detest you."

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

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

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

It was both a blessing and a jinx for a char to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humbleness was endearing. Along with her intelligence agency, wry sense of wit, and overall appeal, it easily outshined her strong-arm dimension, which was why I loved her so dearly.

"I'm only teasing you, Mandy. You look fantastic. Of course of study you shouldn't change !"

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

My wife threw an even more prankish smiling my way as she turned and sauntered into the john without further comment. With a hump in my bloomers and my heart thumping hard, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to affect me demurely as she pulled the bottom the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Jesus Christ, Mandy. Your ass is fucking incredible."

My married woman stepped to the bathroom sink and promptly leaned over it. With her facial expression inches from the mirror and her amphetamine half analogue to the floor, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't elucidate 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 behind. She brought her human face to mine, and we kissed like 2 wild animals succumbing to their key needs. Gripping my erection like a steel, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her vertical crease.

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

My married woman received no arguments as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a little rough, I palmed the backrest of her head to coerce Amanda to stare at herself in the mirror."Watch as I bang the hell out of you,"I growled.

Amanda and I had 3 specifics places where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the shower bath, and outdoor on a clear and sunny day. Currently, her eyes were as all-inclusive as her lip as we gazed at our own rumination while making love. But I happened to arrest raft of her puckered hole as I glanced down.

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

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

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an electric automobile shock. Her headspring and rachis instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the entree of her anus reflexively constricted. I couldn't believe that my fingertip had elicited such a striking reaction !

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 maximum disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her twat 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 nervous 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 squiffy ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my tooth as I was barely able to fit my bulbous psyche in halfway. It wasn't that my erection was a beastly sizing ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even taut. But the mass of my tool partially buried in her ass so visually stimulating -- -- there bare 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 quarter of the way in.

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

"baby, you're hurting me !"

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

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

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

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

I immediately grew silent, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the woman whom I loved more than life sentence itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and forth to take the air off the lingering discomfort. 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 gait gradually returned to normal as I followed her to the garage. Her behavior also softened, and she was back to her bubbly, blabby ego by the meter we were on the road. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attempt at anal sex for the rest of the night.

I felt like such a frightful husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me early the future break of day. It was Sunday -- - my day to slumber in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my side and tried to return back asleep.

Then the gentle shaking happened again.

Curious, I opened my eye and lifted my head. Amanda was curled up in a bollock reading an e-book on her tab. The shaking occurred for yet a 3rd time.

It took me a minute to realize that she was stifling laughter.

I asked glibly,"Good book ya got there ?"

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

My chafe instantly evaporated. There was nada my wife could ever do to gravel me."It's ok, Mandy. What are you reading ?"

She flushed in plethora."Another one of my Romance language novels."

I chuckled. While my wife could be very schoolgirlish at multiplication, it still surprised me that she enjoyed those cheesy"happily ever after"stories so much. But we both had our frailty."Oh yea ? Any beneficial sex panorama ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you really just say ‘ anal retentive string of beads'?"

"Yes, silly. You know, the silicone polymer ones that start low and get bigger ?"

"Like the ace in the pornography video that we watched the former day."

Amanda let that go."Anal pearl can be less dreadful than fingerbreadth,"she continued in a scholarly timbre that was endearing and absolutely adorable,"since you can modulate the quantity of stretch with the size of the astragal. And we definitely should've used lubricator yesterday, too !"

"Ok…"I responded carefully, not sure where this was leading. Then I suddenly became suspicious."Mandy, where are you getting this info from ? Did you actually enquiry this poppycock ?"

Her facial expression was seraphic."I'm reading about it in my Latinian language novel."I was about to utter a crude input when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, sister. It actually felt good when you were in… there… at first."My heart widened."But then I got form of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to hurt, and I felt like I was losing command of my body and that everything inside was going to photograph out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much Thomas More mortify and added,"Not to sound ever more disgustful, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can help to bottle up those inborn reflex before anal penetration. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that lapse in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the sum of money of entropy 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 debase variety of way."Yea ? So that's what you've been reading in your crock romance novels, eh ?"

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

Our conversation had me severely as a rock, and even though I was smart adequate to realize that we weren't going to set about anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very least, going to indulge in some very unbelievable sunup sex. But Amanda glanced at the time and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was ahead of time Sunday aurora, which meant it was time for her to meet with her training group for another 10 mile run in the hills.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stunning smiles. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert t-shirts as a nightie, and goose egg else economise for a duet of pink step-in. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her athletic skeleton and hugged the breaking ball of her derriere perfectly. Most cleaning lady who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's instinctive beauty first base affair in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her strip show naked and don her take to the woods garb : a snug sports bra and tight leggings, an outfit that would undoubtedly have anyone within a 100ft radius to gaze at her and drool. My wife tied her hair into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the lips, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to touch her training group.

Before Amanda could exit, however, I called her public figure 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 frontal bone to mine."I know,"she responded tenderly."It's ok, babe. 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 idolization. I freely admitted that my humanness was average-sized and not some overgrown monstrosity, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to relieve my guilt. The gesture warmed my heart, 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 least we'll know better for future time."She turned and was suddenly gone.

Next time ?

Amanda's offhandedly gossip gave me hope, and that hope gave me an erection as I remained in bed to daydream about being balls-deep in her marvellous ass.

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

Weeks later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary play bra and leging again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over time. While we normally spent about 2 hours here, we usually separated to pursue our own goal. I concentrated more on upper body strengthening, while my wife's regime focused more on lowly body and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"roman letters chair ”, much to my delight. She placed her cellular phone earphone and water bottle on the matted floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree slant to the priming coat with her back straight and arms crossed in an"X"over her copious bureau. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a perfect upside"V"before extending back to her original position. This peculiar workout targeted her lower dorsum and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded view of her unbelievable ass every metre she bent forward.

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

The"Roman chair"was stationed at the front of the gym in clean sight. I humorously wondered if its strategic placement had been on aim as I ceased my exercise to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me hard, and I almost didn't fear 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 message, she responded without turning back to me : secure. 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 wire staring at your ass with me. Should I commit them admission ? son of a bitch, the dude future to me looks like he's about to go down on his load !

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

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

Nor did the optic 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 life-time -- - aside from making love to my beautiful wife and staring at her incredible ass -- - than bathing with her. The combination of being wet and naked with Amanda was a wonderful thing, indeed !

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her hair. Lathering my custody with a bar of goop, I pressed my crotch into her buttocks as I reached around to soap her stuff tits. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely firm, but were too slippery as I tried to twitch them hard… which only fanned my lust even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained silent and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the stallion front of her soundbox with suds, working from her illustrious titty and down to her tummy, 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 resolution of her muscular thigh. I then traced back around and found my hands on Amanda's bottom.

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

The soap had rinsed from my custody, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palm tree 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 piss flowed over it. Unable to help oneself myself, I pinned the undersurface of my rock-hard erection 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 ? piece of tail, that drove me so crazy."

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to ruffle her seat against my crotch in a very sensual, stimulating way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so toilsome for me…"

"Just like I am now."I started to run into 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 awesome thing about shower sex. We were always wildly adventurous in the bedchamber, but my wife was often volition to be much more depraved here in the shower. Save for under the bright sun and realize blue sky, there was no former place where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to bring up, there was just something very practical about being able to clean up immediately after making a filthy mess !

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

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

My wife loved lousy sex talk, so I didn't grasp back."I'm going to osculate that somewhat ass of yours, then I'm going to lap up your asshole before I shove my tongue in it."

Amanda started to turn around."Omigod, babe, 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 buss that pretty ass of yours… then I'm going to cream your asshole before I shove my spit in it."

Amanda's puckered gob 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 verify her excitement. My sassing watered.

I gave my married woman's anus a foresightful, deadening lick.

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be honorable, I had to agitate back some initial revulsion as the tip of my knife made contact with Amanda's back door entree. The bare persuasion of rimming someone, even my wife, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no odium. In fact, her ass tasted the same as her backtalk or her pussy.

Henry Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly ravening and perhaps a little half-crazed from epinephrin, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my face between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a banquet. Amanda's intact body twitched as I rolled my tongue and inserted it, and her shrill squeal of ebullience only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this sooner ?

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

I shook my psyche emphatically ; I was having too much fun to stop over 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 water off. Then I savored the consequence as I toweled her off before drying myself, and excitedly led her to our bedroom.

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When we reached the bedroom, Amanda immediately crawled onto our bed on all 4's. With her bare bottom presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpet and buried my face into her prat again. My thirst returned instantly.

"sister, what's gotten into you ?"There was entertainment in her voice from my unbridled enthusiasm, but I knew she was as excited from the anal play as I was.

My response was a dull murmuration into her under 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 glossa 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 guard duty by gently rubbing her clit, which was already engorged and as hard as my shaft. Amanda cooed and involuntarily waggled her ass before my adoring optic in response. As bottom undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 fingers into her silken pussy.

Amanda sighed contently, but it wasn't her pussy that required care today.

keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger of my other hand into my mouth to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the side of her pretty cheek remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening fingerbreadth into her ass. Her stallion body trembled and her sphincter brawn contracted upon interpolation.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th senses told me to hold. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's response by the speedy rising and falling of her berm. Her internal heftiness clenched around my fingers like some kind of obscene Chinese finger's breadth trap, but gradually relaxed as did her breathing. Taking this as a sign, I began sliding my fingers in and out of both gob in an alternating motion, heedful to keep a steady but gentle rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slew my middle finger into her anus along with my index digit. But my married woman was still taut in her backdoor in consummate demarcation to her pussy, which was so wet and lax that I could've driven a truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my middle finger's breadth merely pressed against its outer rim. I continued with just 1 finger, but Amanda truly did bear a surprise for me.

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a nursing bottle of personal lubricator and a set of anal astragal ! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in vividness and composed entirely of flexible silicone. The first bead was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly bigger until they culminated into a with child ring-handle that was intended to guard against accidental 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 astragal with lubricant. My spirit was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the unnumberable 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 gear 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 bead and paused to let her body 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 able to comfortably accommodate about half of the sword-shaped sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained control of her dead body and of the office."right wing there, babe… right hand there."

I went no promote than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the astragal rubbed against her sphincter muscle wall and stretched her back door. Once I had established her ease zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to massage her engorged clit… to decipher my fingertips along the ridgepole of her inspiring 6-pack… to diddle with her swollen chest and fine-tune her nipples as her magnificent white meat dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, pussy, ass, it didn't matter… but the flock Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal pleasure provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My free helping hand shifted from her firm breasts back to her puss again as I continued to slew the anal beading in her anus. I could fit almost my entire fist into my wife's twat on a typical day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a fierce competition with the sex toy for space in her organic structure !

But the competitor didn't last long.

I plunged my finger and anal retentive drop into both fix various more times before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the roof and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My fingers glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opponent paw. Grinning, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nose my nose at the floor of her neck. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to regard me solemnly that I noticed the huge wet post on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a unplayful way !

Amanda shifted onto her side as I lay succeeding to her and embraced her from behind. In a spoon position that was so unbelievably well-situated, her firm button pressed into my crotch. I savored the warm tactile sensation of her body against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the cleaning woman whom I loved more than anything in the world, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

We basked in that soothing country between nap and wakefulness for a while until Amanda snapped me wide 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 to a greater extent than happy to do. But the tone of her voice indicated something more. My nub suddenly beat faster with fervour."Mandy, are you certain ? I mean, after what happened last time…"

She rolled to face me."I'm still a little nervous. But I think I'm ready this time."

I repeated her instruction in my judgment. I'm still a minuscule nervous. But I think I'm fix this time.

She did not sound ready.

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

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

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

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my head without any regret."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 pegleg and made me completely hard with only 2 swift throw."You've never be able to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to start getting in the wont !"

The instant of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our brow together in another sign of unyielding love."Mandy, are you really indisputable about this ? I don't want to hurt you again, and I sure as hell don't want you to detest me."

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

Amanda slowly reassumed her bow down placement with a feline gracefulness. Taking the nursing bottle of personal lubricant, I scooted behind where her incomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to give her right cheek an affectionate buss and then a luminosity, playful smacking. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her merchant ship ; a sexy invitation, to say the least !

I swathed my erecting with an exorbitant amount of lubrication then slowly -- - very carefully -- - entered my wife's anus.

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

We sighed contently as my helmet-head slid into Amanda. I could palpate her sphincter musculus 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 screen, sex-crazed lust like previously.

Gripping my erecting at its Qaeda, I delicately eased into my wife's hindquarters, gliding myself in a bit further and mindful of any discomfort on her division. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a steady rhythm to keep her consistence relaxed. We both kept calm.

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

The sluggish friction against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly exquisite, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could feel so bewilder. It was like experience traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making love to her throat. I glided my unfreeze mitt all over her bottom and turn down back. Rather than thrust hard or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my cock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The champion of it all was so stimulating that I lolled my header back and moaned.

"right field there, babe. That's perfect… mighty there."Establishing her new comfort zone, I retracted my hips until I was almost completely shift then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! right there ! support going… right there ! Don't stop !"

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal reactions, I progressively ramped up the tempo. I was still careful not to penetrate too deeply or hurtle too fast, but I was so fervent in my social movement that I quickly worked up as sweat. Her nasty sphincter muscles gradually relaxed, and seeing my manhood buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the wonderful sensations even better.

After only 15 seconds, my trunk 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 register my mind and understood that I was seeking direction on where to lodge my onus."pull out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

I emitted a guttural roaring 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 straight, and I showered my love all over my married woman's pert derriere. 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 ferocious hug. We held each other close down and didn't speak for a farseeing time. Though we had been married for almost a decennium and enjoyed a fulfilling sex life that would make any couplet envious, something profound still managed to transpire between us.

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Amanda and I had sex of the traditional diversity -- - vaginal and oral -- - in the solar day that followed, but we didn't try anal again. While I was promising, I wasn't disturbance when she didn't bring it up. My married woman had already done more for me than any hubby could rightfully expect, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything more. If Amanda wanted to experience anal sex again, she would ask ; if not, our love wouldn't be any regretful for the lack of it.

Approximately 2 workweek later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a go for appointment night in Center City. She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn't that my married woman didn't have any other dainty clothes to wear. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how often I enjoyed seeing her wear upon it.

As we drove to our favorite eating house, 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 poor bottom as if attempting to conceal her mythological legs.

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

My wife snorted in amusement but didn't respond.

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When we finally arrived at our destination, I pulled into the crowded parking garage and took the first usable pip. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to open the passenger threshold and add Amanda a helping hand. She took it and exited awkwardly without her common grace.

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

I was growing concerned, but my wife's expression rent into a naughty grin as she glanced about. Then, to my utmost astonishment, Amanda pulled the bottom of the minidress up over her midsection. As usual, she wasn't wearing scanty with the getup, so that didn't surprise me.

But what did surprise me was the gentle glow jewel that was lodged in her butt.

"What the… what is that ?"

Amanda laughed out loud as she looked around the parking garage again. After making certain that there was no one else around, she reached towards her tooshie. But what she extricated wasn't just a blue gem. My wife held up a small, shiny, bullet-shaped object that had a inadequate narrow neck and a directly, round down foundation to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A butt plug !

I gaped at my wife.

"What ?"Amanda asked as if pulling an inanimate object from one's ass was an everyday occurrence."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, ineffective to state my thoughts, as my wife continued to grin at me in amusement."ripe lord, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangled tone."How can you even fit that thing in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her head teacher back and laughed, and the musical sound echoed in the parking service department so loudly that someone was bound to listen."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 length. Omigod, it took me forever to get the fire hydrant into my ass that first of all clip !"For whatever ground, Amanda found that hysterical, and there were snag in her eyes as she laughed yet again.

I shook my head incredulously. My married woman and I enjoyed a sex lifetime that would've been considered extremely hardcore even by the most flavor porn star topology, but she could still wow me with new matter."You're broad of surprises, aren't you ?"

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

We suddenly heard footfall and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the butt plug with a storm ease and lowered the minidress over her nates once more. Everything was abruptly back to normal as she smoothed out the framework 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 menu. My beautiful wife bore that same acute yet lovable expression that she always did when focusing on something. I gazed at her in latria, but she peeked over the top of the menu and furrowed her brows questioningly.

"What ?"

"Oh nothing. I'm just admiring your cute freckles… and thinking about the ass plug that's currently shoved up your ass."

Amanda blushed at my heart-to-heart remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate vitreous silica chalice, she dabbed her pedigree red back talk with a serviette and casually tossed it onto the trading floor."babe, would you be a dearest and weft 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 farm old.

"Of course."As I reached down to retrieve the table napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her wooden leg wide beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously highschool on her prospicient legs, anyway, but a quick glance was all I needed to discern that her pussy was plain 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 free-and-easy conversation throughout the night. But the thoughts of my wife's long sexy stage, suave pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a butt plug proved to be a John Major distraction, as did the painful hard-on in my bloomers that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the sustenance room in a tangle of limbs and lips. She had unzipped my drawers and started giving me a handjob before we were even halfway home, and I had deftly driven with one hired man while fingering her cunt. It was a minor miracle that I didn't crash and kill us, but we didn't have the willpower to resist touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lust that we didn't even make it to the bedroom. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the couch, where she relieved me of my clothing. And I returned the favour by peeling the soaked minidress over her head and tossing it aside. My wife whimsically twirled as if allowing me to scrutinize every in of her luscious body. The faux sapphire flashed as her backside passed before my eyes.

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

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

My erection was, literally, trembling and leaking for my aphrodisiacal wife and her hot ass."ass,"I swore."spring me a sec to get the lube."

I was about to zip to our bedchamber, but Amanda interjected,"Don't bother."

I was like a dog in warmth, craving to smash Amanda in the butt and twit her barker mode again. But her felicity and safety were my precedency."It'll have me 2 bit,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my wife threw me onto the couch with a force that was derived as practically from forcible effectiveness as it was from restlessness. She regarded me with a smoldering intensity level and informed me quietly,"I have all the lubrication we need."

Amanda dropped to her knees and forced my articulatio genus apart.

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

The cock sucking was unlike any my wife had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the verge of being outright violent, it was loud, wet, and extremely sloppy. She slurped vigorously as a boneheaded saliva seeped from her mouth and down her chin to coat my pig out penis.

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd bending over the couch so I could take her from rump. But she turned, facing away from me, while reaching behind to grok my erection and ordinate it with her anus. Then assuming a"skier's position ”, Amanda gently pressed her bottom against my penile tip and hovered there for a moment to mensurate my response.

This was a brand new perspective for us, and I was thrilled !

I placed my manus on my Amanda's hips to steer her effort. There was a brief searing pain in the ass as I pierced her anal entrance, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a loving calibre to my wife's front despite the fact that many people would consider our act"dirty"in every sense of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's pelvic arch, I slowly pulled her onto me, measured not to yank her off Libra and keeping a close eye on her chemical reaction, as well. But her only reception was to sigh contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my stage wide as my married woman fit perfectly between them even as she kept her second joint pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely rooted inside of her. She was still leaning forward with much of her weight displaced anteriorly on her feet. It was solve that my wife was still discerning to drop her full weight, but that was ok. I was willing to give her as often hammer -- - or as fiddling -- - as she wanted.

"Your ass feeling fantastic, Mandy… you feel fantastic."

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the balls of her groundwork onto her hound and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my sexy married woman take for granted control. The heap of her merchant ship engulfing my erecting only to reappear was soporific. She took me in a little bit deeper each metre, pacing herself, letting my hard cinch gradually elongate and slacken her sphincter muscle muscles, and allowing ourselves to relish the wonderful, suggest friction.

Amanda soon started riding me faster, pumping her powerful second joint and scaling almost the entire length of my manhood. Though I couldn't see around her body, I could state that she was cupping the underside of her intumesce breasts, and rolling her harden nipples between pollex and forefinger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

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

Amanda's breathing became more dress down as she started moaning in guerilla musical interval. Still, save for my manus groping her breast, I remained still and let her set the pace. Her smooth, toned dead body was emanating a considering amount of money of heat as she rose and fell on my cockeyed member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully upright, backing into me and allowing her hips to fully drop on my lap.

Amanda emitted a shrill sidesplitter as her ass swallowed my pecker completely.

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought the deep penetration might be too for her much to handle. But my married woman remained seated on me. Her anal muscularity were contracting around my member uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing Sir Thomas More steadily. But rather than pierce my pelvic girdle in an feat to release my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my sleeve. I held my wife in a stifling embracement even as I felt her public press herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two powerful magnet attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a long while, Amanda and I didn't move. We were more than substance to palpate our quick naked bodies against each former, and being completely rooted in her tail end was a sensory faculty unlike any other. I could've remained in this military position until the end of time, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to locomote too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my bottom forward so that I was now slouched on the lounge with my foundation firmly planted on the carpet. Amanda, as a solution, fell gently into a recline position against my chest. She murmured a quizzical sound, and I whispered instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the faintest hint of trepidation, she lifted her feet and placed them atop my thigh.

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

I clenched my abdominal muscles and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every aspect of our anal wedlock. She bucked her coxa smoothly, raising her bottom of the inning until her chiseled middle was nearly parallel to the story, then let them go under. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able to eat up every inch. The tightness of her sphincter musculus felt superb, corresponding to the substantially cock sucking, 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 arms around her soundbox to assay out her breasts again. But as my hands squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"Play with my pussy !"

Keeping my left hand where it was -- - Amanda's tits were just too irresistible to abandon -- - I slipped my good indicant and middle fingers into her mouth. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own saliva as lubrication, I slipped my digits into her vagina. But the move proved unnecessary as Amanda's hole was already sopping wet.

My bridge player on my hot wife's perfect breasts… my fingers in her warm pussy… my cock up her unbelievable ass… I was, literally, in heaven !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the full phase of the moon weight of her buttocks onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my hard-on like a joystick, and the benumb thud of cutis against skin sounded with each encroachment. I was helpless, and my prick was harder for it.

But, as usual, I could never stave in off orgasm for long whenever I was naked with my beautiful wife. I had not only longed to pervade her anus, but fantasized filling it to the brim with my cum. And now, I was fix to inject a wide payload into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

"roll in the hay, Mandy,"I moaned."You proceed that up, and I'm gon na pick in your ass !"

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

Jesus of Nazareth ! How Amanda could march me so intensely with mere words ! But she suffered the outcome by losing control of the place because I lost control.

I embraced her from bum in a ferocious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprise as she was suddenly unable to prompt. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my mercy -- - as I began to thrust up into her HARD. The impact of our torso went from a dull thud to a card sharp smack with each of my controlled bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalizing superstar of Amanda's naked trunk against mine, and of her sphincter muscles wrapped so heavenly around my manhood, caused my lustfulness for her to boil over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her jolly ass as if my life depended on it. Amanda's repeated war cry of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primaeval roar as I pounded into her bottom repeatedly with all the military unit I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic muscles to draw out the sweet-flavored mo, but to no uncommitted."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my wife."I'm gon na cum !"

But Amanda's reaction was to reel against me sensually and very, very wickedly.

I thrusted hard one last time and remained rooted in her ass, balls-deep, as my thick, hot sperm spewed into her rectum.

The powerful upsurge made me feel as though I was falling through the storey, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bottom and though that afforded her very little way to steer, she was still able to worm on my lap, intention to coax every final drop from me.

When I finally had no more to give, all tautness abruptly left my physical structure and I sunk into the couch with a loud, content sigh. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in turn, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to hold her close up, our chests heaving and our organic structure steaming from elbow grease.

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 married woman's anus, the imperativeness from her intimate muscles securing me in place. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely well-to-do spoon lieu. I playfully rubbed my olfactory organ against the side of her neck and wondered, for the countless meter, how any woman could experience so perfect.

Amanda and I didn't dabble in anal sex again for a farseeing clock time. Though she came to enjoy it as much as I did, we seldom included it our sexual repertoire. Unlike oral sex and vaginal sex, we treated anal sex like a rarified, limited occasion.

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