Prologue

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

This is, by no means, intended to depersonalise or disgrace my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible characteristics -- - in no specific order -- - that, in my lowly persuasion, place her in the in high spirits echelons of physical beauty.

The foremost is the ne plus ultra of her face and the unblemished texture of her naturally tan tegument. I've come to fetishize Amanda's adorable freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of all, but the way her dark-brown eyes always twinkle with rascality, like there's an inwardly caper that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the world more brilliantly than the sun on my darkest day

Aside from her supermodel-like just tone, mass probably notice Amanda's amazing breasts first when she enters the elbow room : 34c… perfective tense in condition, size, and firmness… perfective tense in every way ! Amanda's bosom are obviously brilliant when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snug, sweaty mutation bra.

Lastly, of course, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't posse comitatus a"burp butt"or an"apple arse"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to name her bottom as such ! No, she flaunts a silky, super-toned bottom, achieved from strenuous exercise at the gym and running 20+ Admiralty mile weekly, that is as loyal as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's breasts, the sight of her bare tush is an ungodly pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga pant.

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

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Several strands of Amanda's long black silky hair fell over her face, and she blew them aside through the corner of her sass. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing looker that I had oafishly forgotten in the cesspool. Her backrest was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in wonderment. Her hair covered most of her buttocks. However, clad in a snug sports bra and yoga pants that left petty to the imagination, it was difficult not to notice the chiseled muscles of my wife's V-shaped upper torso. Her physical structure was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a model of wellness and seaworthiness. But my eyes insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

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

I stood in the middle of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The simple sight of her bottom, especially in those aphrodisiac yoga pants, made me firmly than diamond. I was so engrossed by its perfection that I didn't realize she had shut off the piddle until she turned around.

My wife regarded with me with a bewildered expression, but I hardly noticed. I went from being mesmerized by her tush to fixating on her beautiful breasts and sexy 6-pack abs that rippled impressively with the slightest 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 dishcloth 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 script on her hips, and spun her around. Driving my genital organ into her keister, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sinkhole. My burgeoning erecting pressed into the seam of her ass as I encircled her with my blazonry. Amanda squealed and attempted to squirm away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

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

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

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

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

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

But I required insistent gratification.

"I can't delay,"I confessed in a pained tone."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you decent now."Amanda's luscious tail end had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next speech without thinking, 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 unforced to try at to the lowest degree once. We often watched porn together, dabbled with sex toys, and even practiced light bondage while taking bend 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. To put it succinctly, she would not land up my cock sucking by swallowing or allowing me to jack off near her face. I never pushed the issue. After all, unwritten sex was already an confidant act that required a great pot of trustingness between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing seed grotesque, much less wearing it on her face ! While I secretly fantasized about both, I was just happy to be receiving cock sucking fairly regularly.

But nailing Amanda in her incredible ass… now that was a dissimilar tale. Unfortunately, her 2nd sexual exclusion was anal sex. Each time I would get it up or even hedge around the issue, my married woman would crinkle her nozzle and immediately end the treatment with a resounding"No !"

But the more Amanda denied me anal retentive sex, the more than 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 incredible as ever, but every fourth dimension she was bare or simply walked by, I couldn't assistant but dream about poking her in the butt.

My wife grunted irritably, snapping me out of my thoughts, and immediately pushed me away."infant, 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 vox trailed off as I lifted my hands imploringly.

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

Almost.

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

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

Amanda chuckled evilly."How mad would you be if I said ‘ no'… how frustrated would you be… huh ?"My wife was relishing the absolute ability that she wielded over me.

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

Amanda was amused by my pitiful desperation but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her buttocks against my crotch. I was so come alive that my penis was erect in my trouser, and its bottom was pinned along her vertical crease. I began to dislodge my body against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

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

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

"proceeds off the leggings,"I whispered."I want to produce lie with to you right 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 touch was overwhelmingly stimulating.

"God, yes. I love it, I fucking love it…. Christ, that feels good…. mmm, so good…. tinker's dam, Mandy, if you don't stop I'm going to explode in my pants."I was so out of ascendency that I was talking like a foul-mouthed sailor.

"That's variety of the distributor point, silly."

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

"OH….FUCK !"

A brawny culmination surged between my legs as I dry-humped my wife's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my arms automatically snaked around her body. A lesser cleaning lady wouldn't have tolerated how raspingly I squeezed her breasts, but my wife merely cackled as I used her entire physical structure to pleasure myself.

When I was finally spent, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in arrant incredulity 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 wife's butt was like tittyfucking her : heavenly in every way imaginable.

My oculus 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 bet at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower down now. cum sum me."It was a command, not a request."Maybe I can pick you up before we make another mess."

My erecting instantaneously returned.

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A hebdomad later, Amanda and I were getting quick for a dinner date with my best friend Dimitri and his new lady friend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the for the first time time. Dimitri was as love to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to make a right impression on Kate for his sake. I was in our waltz closet searching for a gracious shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I see ?"she asked casually.

I turned around and, naturally, my breath caught in my throat.

Amanda was wearing a slinky black mini-dress. Composed of a very easygoing and stretchy material, the mini-dress was so thin 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 eye-popping segmentation. The keister of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thighs, showing off am extortionate quantity of her fabulously toned runner's ramification. Combined with the stiletto blackguard that Amanda was wearing, the turnout made her legs appear obscenely long.

Despite Amanda's smorgasbord of sexiness, I was once again enthralled by her unbelievable ass. The way the minidress swaddled it so snuggly like credit card wrapper was like a muscular magnet that I could not bust my eye away from. It was blatantly obviously that my wife wasn't wearing any step-in, which made her appearance impossibly sexier.

I had seen Amanda in this minidress before, of line. I had purchased it for a surprisal dinner engagement [ refers to"Mandy's Sexcapade : Pantyless & Proud"]. Now, 1 child and a few years later, my wife somehow appeared insanely red-hot wearing it now compared to the first time.

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

Motherhood did not ruin my wife's figure in the to the lowest degree bit. She was clearly getting better with meter, just like all right wine-colored. I gazed at her rapturously."Kate is going to hate you."

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

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

"Omigod, infant. Please don't say that ! Should I change ?"

It was both a approving and a curse for a char to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her intelligence, wry sense of humor, and overall spell, it easily outshined her physical attributes, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

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

My married woman threw an even more mischievous smile my way as she turned and sauntered into the bath without further comment. With a extrusion in my gasp 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 Christ, Mandy. Your ass is fucking incredible."

My wife stepped to the lavatory sink and promptly leaned over it. With her boldness column inch from the mirror and her speed half analogue to the floor, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't clear 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 tail end. She brought her face to mine, and we kissed like 2 wild brute succumbing to their primal needs. Gripping my erection like a brand, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her vertical crease.

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

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

Amanda and I had 3 particular topographic point where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the shower, and outdoor on a earn and sunny day. Currently, her oculus were as astray as her mouth as we gazed at our own manifestation while making making love. But I happened to catch pile of her puckered hole as I glanced down.

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

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

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an electric car shock. Her head and acantha 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 reaction !

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

To my last disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her pussycat and hullabaloo filled my thinking 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 unquiet facial expression in the mirror as I began to fathom her, but winced when her interior muscles automatically contracted at my intrusion.

Goddamn, she's got a taut ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my teeth as I was barely able to fit my bulbous promontory 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 loaded. But the pile of my tool partially buried in her ass so visually stimulating -- -- there mere fact that I was finally having anal sex with my wife so shiver -- - that it was worth the physical discomfort.

So I forced my manhood a one-quarter of the way in.

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

"Babe, you're hurting me !"

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

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

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

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

I immediately grew dumb, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the fair sex whom I loved more than lifetime 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,"seminal fluid on, let's go. I don't want to be late."

Amanda's gait gradually returned to normal as I followed her to the service department. Her demeanor also softened, and she was back to her champagne, talkative self by the fourth dimension we were on the route. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attempt at anal sex for the rest of the night.

I felt like such a horrible husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me betimes the next aurora. It was Sun -- - my day to log Z's in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my position and tried to precipitate back asleep.

Then the gentle shaking happened again.

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

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

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

Amanda rolled to face me, and there were actual bout in her oculus."I'm sorry, infant. I was trying hard not to wake you."

My annoyance 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"history so often. But we both had our vices."Oh yea ? Any trade good sex panorama ?"

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 benumbed and didn't comprehend what she was referring to."Huh ?"

"When you tried to dig 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 unbelief at the subject of conversation that I gaped at my wife."Using fingerbreadth is obvious, but anal beads are highly recommended, too."

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

"Yes, silly. You know, the silicone polymer ones that start pocket-sized and get expectant ?"

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

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

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

Her expression was beatific."I'm interpretation about it in my romance novel."I was about to verbalize a rough comment when she continued animatedly,"I have to be dependable, babe. It actually felt good 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 control of my body and that everything inside was going to frivol away out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much more subdued and added,"Not to sound ever more repellent, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can aid to subdue those reflex before anal incursion. 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 mere fact that she was bringing it up was very appealing in a demoralize form of way."Yea ? So that's what you've been reading in your smut romance novels, eh ?"

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

Our conversation had me voiceless as a rock 'n' roll, and even though I was smart enough to realize that we weren't going to seek anal retentive sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very least, going to coddle in some very incredible dayspring sex. But Amanda glanced at the time and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was early Sunday break of day, which meant it was time for her to gather with her training group for another 10 mile run in the pitcher's mound.

I groaned as she rolled out of bed."Why don't you show up a minuscule recent ? Or, better 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 patent daze smiles. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert T-shirt as a nightie, and goose egg else salvage for a pair of pink step-in. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her athletic skeleton and hugged the curve of her keister perfectly. Most char who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's natural dish first thing in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her strip bare and don her running garb : a snug sports bra and tight leging, an rig that would undoubtedly stimulate anyone within a 100ft radius to stare at her and drool. My wife tied her hair's-breadth into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the lip, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to cope with her training group.

Before Amanda could go away, however, I called her public figure and she halted. communicating was the key to any relationship, and I told her,"I'm really sorry for hurting you yesterday."

My married woman touched her forehead 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 adoration. I freely admitted that my manhood was average-sized and not some overgrown monster, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to allay my guilty conscience. The gesture warmed my heart, and I hugged my married woman 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 next time."She turned and was suddenly gone.

Next clip ?

Amanda's offhand scuttlebutt gave me Leslie Townes Hope, and that Leslie Townes Hope gave me an erection as I remained in bed to daydream about being balls-deep in her rattling ass.

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

calendar week later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary sports bra and leggings again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over time. While we normally spent about 2 hours here, we usually separated to quest for our own finish. I concentrated more on upper soundbox strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on lour body and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"roman print death chair ”, much to my delight. She placed her cell phone and urine bottle on the felt up trading floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 point angle to the footing with her spine straight and arms crossed in an"X"over her ample chest. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a unadulterated upside"V"before extending back to her original position. This particular exercise targeted her bring down vertebral column and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded sight of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"roman chair"was stationed at the presence of the gym in solve eyeshot. I humorously wondered if its strategic fix had been on role as I ceased my exercise to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me voiceless, and I almost didn't care if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling prankish, I withdrew my mobile phone and sent her a playful text.

I'm staring at your ass right now, and I'm using it as inspiration 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 : Good. Because I have a surprisal for you later ! LOL !

Oh, how my married woman loved to tease ! But this time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a crew of guys staring at your ass with me. Should I charge them admission ? Shit, the fellow adjacent to me looks like he's about to blow his load !

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

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

Nor did the middle 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 animation -- - aside from making love to my beautiful married woman and staring at her incredible ass -- - than bathing with her. The combination of being wet and naked with Amanda was a terrific affair, indeed !

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her pilus. Lathering my hands with a bar of soap, I pressed my crotch into her seat as I reached around to soap her overgorge tits. At 34c, they were a smattering and extremely firm, but were too slippery as I tried to pinch them hard… which only fanned my lecherousness even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained silent and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the full front of her body with lather, working from her illustrious white meat and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridgeline of her abdominal muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth curves of her hips and the steadiness of her sinewy second joint. I then traced back around and feel my hands on Amanda's bottom.

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

The easy lay had rinsed from my hands, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palms all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the rest of her eubstance and, literally, resembled a workplace of art as the glistening water flowed over it. ineffective to help myself, I pinned the underside of my rock-hard erection along her perpendicular crease.

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

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

"Just like I am now."I started to meet her motion 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 matter about cascade sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the bedroom, but my wife was often willing to be much more reprobate here in the rain shower. Save for under the bright sun and all the way blue sky, there was no other billet where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, there was just something very hard-nosed about being capable to clean up immediately after making a smutty pile !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's pleasant-tasting ass after using it to she-bop, I suddenly recalled the comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curio was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to experience it. And while I wanted to restrain our sex lifetime smart, more than anything I just wanted to make my wonderful married woman well-chosen.

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

My wife loved dirty sex public lecture, so I didn't hold back."I'm going to snog that reasonably ass of yours, then I'm going to lick your whoreson before I shove my tongue 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 buss that pretty ass of yours… then I'm going to drub your motherfucker before I shove my tongue in it."

Amanda's puckered hole 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 exhilaration. My back talk watered.

I gave my married woman's anus a hanker, slack lick.

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be honest, I had to fight back some initial revulsion as the tip of my tongue made link with Amanda's backdoor entree. The simple thinking of rimming somebody, even my wife, 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 mouth or her pussy.

confection and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a little crazed from adrenaline, 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 clapper and inserted it, and her sharp squeal of enthusiasm only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this sooner ?

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

I shook my nous emphatically ; I was having too often fun to stop and relocate.

"reliance me, I'm enjoying this way more than 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 weewee off. Then I savored the minute 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 fount into her behind again. My hunger returned instantly.

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

My response was a dull cardiac murmur into her nether region.

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

Damn, she really IS into it !

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

Amanda sighed contently, but it wasn't her snatch that required attention today.

Keeping both finger's breadth inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger of my other hand into my mouth to wet it. Amanda's oculus were closed and the side of her moderately face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening finger's breadth into her ass. Her integral body trembled and her sphincter muscle contracted upon introduction.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th locoweed told me to deem. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid rising and falling of her berm. Her internal heftiness clenched around my digit like some kind of obscene Chinese finger trap, but gradually relaxed as did her breathing. Taking this as a mark, I began sliding my fingerbreadth in and out of both holes in an switch motion, careful to keep a steady but pacify rhythm.

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

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

As I probed both hollow, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottle of personal lubricant and a set of anal retentive bead ! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in gloss and composed entirely of flexible silicone. The first of all beadwork was only the size of it of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly with child until they culminated into a large ring-handle that was intended to guard against wound 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 beads with lube. My affectionateness was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the countless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge whole tone for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her back end entrance.

"Are you fix 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 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 capable to comfortably fit about one-half of the sword-shaped sex toy.

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

I went no further than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beads rubbed against her anatomical sphincter walls and stretched her back door. Once I had established her comfortableness zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to massage her engorged clit… to trace my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack… to run with her well up boob and tweak her nipples as her magnificent breast dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her… rima oris, pussy, ass, it didn't matter… but the pile Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal retentive pleasance provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My free helping hand shifted from her firm breasts back to her twat again as I continued to slide the anal string of beads in her anus. I could fit almost my total fist into my wife's kitty-cat on a typical day, but my 2 fingerbreadth were, literally, in a fierce competition with the sex toy for blank space in her trunk !

But the competition didn't last long.

I plunged my finger's breadth and anal bead into both holes several more times before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the cap and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My digit glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opposite hired hand. grinning, I scooted adjacent to my wife and playfully snuggle my nose at the base of her neck opening. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her backbone to consider me solemnly that I noticed the Brobdingnagian wet situation on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way !

Amanda shifted onto her face as I lay succeeding to her and embraced her from behind. In a spoon place that was so unbelievably comfortable, her firm clitoris pressed into my genitalia. I savored the warm sense of touch of her physical structure against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the adult female whom I loved more than anything in the universe, hold open our son, left me deeply satisfied.

We basked in that soothing DoS between sleep and vigilance for a while until Amanda snapped me wide awake with a whispering :"I'm ready to try it again."

At outset, I assumed that she merely wanted me to use the dildo on her ass or rim her again, which I would've been more than happy to do. But the tone of her part indicated something more. My heart suddenly beat faster with upheaval."Mandy, are you sure ? I mean, after what happened last time…"

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

I repeated her statement in my thinker. I'm still a little nervous. But I think I'm set this clock time.

She did not go ready.

"I don't know,"I began with precariousness."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 include that we weren't prepared, but we know better now. Using the beads and your finger's breadth back there stretched me without hurting, and rimming definitely relaxed my muscles."It was endearing how she spoke about anal play in such a clinical flavour."I feel like I have mastery of my body now."She looked at me hard."This metre, I'm ready."

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

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my point without any rue."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 hard with only 2 swift strokes."You've never be able to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to pop getting in the habit !"

The instant of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our foreheads together in another mark of unyielding dear."Mandy, are you really for certain about this ? I don't want to suffer you again, and I sure as Inferno 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 hate you. Just used the lubricant… and be gentle with me."

Amanda slowly reassumed her prostrated side with a feline gracefulness. Taking the bottle of personal lubricating substance, I scooted behind where her uncomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to leave her right cheek an affectionate kiss and then a sparkle, playful slap. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her bottom ; a aphrodisiacal invitation, to say the least !

I swathed my hard-on 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 find her sphincter muscles squeezing around my girth ever-so-slightly, but nowhere near as uncontrollably as during our initial foray. Except for the prediction, she didn't appear to be in any distraint, nor was I caught up in a subterfuge, sex-crazed lustfulness like previously.

Gripping my erection at its groundwork, I delicately eased into my wife's bottom, gliding myself in a bit promote and mindful of any irritation on her division. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a steady rhythm to keep her dead body decompress. We both kept calm.

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

The slow friction against Amanda's rectal paries was incomprehensibly exquisite, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could feel so amazing. It was comparable experiencing traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making love to her throat. I glided my barren hand all over her bottom and lower back. Rather than throw intemperately or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my cock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

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

"right field there, infant. That's perfect… mightily there."Establishing her new quilt zone, I retracted my rose hip until I was almost completely dislodged then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! right wing there ! Keep going… right there ! Don't arrest !"

Guided by Amanda's strong-arm and verbal response, I progressively ramped up the stride. I was still deliberate not to penetrate too deeply or thrust too fast, but I was so fiery in my movements that I quickly worked up as sweat. Her tight sphincter muscularity 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 mo, my dead 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 say my mind and understood that I was seeking focusing on where to deposit my load."Pull out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

I emitted a pharyngeal thunder as I withdrew from Amanda's anal retentive 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 wife's pert hindquarters. When I was finally expend and panting, I gazed down upon the body of 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 bowelless hug. We held each former close and didn't speak for a farsighted time. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex life that would make 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 attempt 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 hubby could rightfully gestate, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything more. If Amanda wanted to see anal sex again, she would ask ; if not, our passion wouldn't be any worse for the lack of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a take to engagement night in Center City. She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn't that my married woman didn't have any early nice wearing apparel to wear. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how practically I enjoyed seeing her weary it.

As we drove to our favored eating place, however, I noticed that Amanda oddly couldn't sit still."Mandy, are you ok ?"I asked, casting her a prompt coup d'oeil as I drove.

"Yes… sorting of. I just can't seem to get comfortable."She fidgeted and tugged at the unawares tooshie as if attempting to hold in her fabulous legs.

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

My married woman snorted in amusement but didn't respond.

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When we finally arrived at our destination, I pulled into the crowd together parking garage and took the initiative available spot. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to open the passenger door and bring Amanda a hand. She took it and exited awkwardly without her usual grace.

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

I was growing come to, but my wife's typeface split into a naughty grinning as she glanced about. Then, to my last astonishment, Amanda pulled the fanny of the minidress up over her midriff. As common, she wasn't wearing panties with the outfit, so that didn't surprise me.

But what did surprise me was the blueing gleaming 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 sure that there was no one else around, she reached towards her backside. But what she extricated wasn't just a grim jewel. My wife held up a belittled, glistening, bullet-shaped aim that had a short narrow neck and a flat, polish up radical to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A prat chew !

I gaped at my wife.

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

I was delighted at the innuendo but in unbelief that she would actually go to such extremes. I actually sputtered, ineffectual to express my thought, as my wife continued to grin at me in entertainment."undecomposed lord, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangled timbre."How can you even fit that thing in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her question back and laughed, and the melodious sound echoed in the parking garage so loudly that someone was bound to discover."I've been wearing it since Monday,"she confessed.

"What !"

"Not continuously,"Amanda quickly added."I only wore it for 5 hour that day, and have been gradually increasing the duration. Omigod, it took me forever to get the wad into my ass that first time !"For whatever reason, Amanda found that hysterical, and there were teardrop in her eyes as she laughed yet again.

I shook my forefront incredulously. My wife and I enjoyed a sex life story that would've been considered extremely hardcore even by the most season erotica star, but she could still wow me with new thing."You're full of surprises, aren't you ?"

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

We suddenly heard footsteps and voices.

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

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I sat across the elegantly set tabular array from Amanda as she perused the carte du jour. My beautiful married woman bore that same intense yet lovable expression that she always did when focusing on something. I gazed at her in adoration, but she peeked over the top of the bill of fare and furrowed her eyebrow questioningly.

"What ?"

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

Amanda blushed at my straight-from-the-shoulder remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine-colored from an ornate quartz glass goblet, she dabbed her blood red lips with a napkin and casually tossed it onto the floor."baby, would you be a good and woof 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 grow old.

"Of course."As I reached down to retrieve the nappy, Amanda surreptitiously spread her ramification full beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her yearn legs, anyway, but a fast coup d'oeil was all I needed to discern that her pussy was barren and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her nappy and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an incredible meal and maintained a casual conversation throughout the night. But the mentation of my married woman's long sexy legs, quiet pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a butt plug proved to be a major beguilement, as did the painful hard-on in my pant that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the sustenance elbow room in a tangle of limb and lips. She had unzipped my drawers and started giving me a handjob before we were even midway home, and I had deftly driven with one deal while fingering her pussy. 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 seduce it to the chamber. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the couch, where she relieved me of my clothing. And I returned the party favor by peeling the tight minidress over her head and tossing it aside. My married woman whimsically twirled as if allowing me to inspect every in of her pleasant-tasting soundbox. The faux sapphire flashed as her bottomland passed before my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I was like a dog in heat, craving to nail Amanda in the keister and bait her doggy style again. But her happiness and base hit were my priority."It'll take me 2 seconds,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my wife threw me onto the couch with a military group 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 knees and forced my genu 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 sceptre of being outright violent, it was loud, wet, and extremely sloppy. She slurped vigorously as a thick saliva seeped from her mouth and down her chin to coat my engorged phallus.

Lubrication, indeed !

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

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

I placed my manus on my Amanda's rosehip to guide her movements. There was a brief searing botheration as I pierced her anal entrance, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a loving quality to my wife's effort despite the fact that many mass would deliberate our act"dirty"in every sense of the word.

With my decoration still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, measured not to yank her off residuum and keeping a close eye on her response, as well. But her solely response was to sigh contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my legs all-inclusive as my married woman fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thigh pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely root inside of her. She was still leaning forward with often of her weight displaced anteriorly on her groundwork. It was clear that my married woman was still apprehensive to drip her broad weight, but that was ok. I was willing to grant her as much rooster -- - or as little -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the ballock of her feet onto her cad 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 restraint. The sight of her prat engulfing my erection only to reappear was hypnotic. She took me in a trivial bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my hard girth gradually stretch and relax her sphincter muscles, and allowing ourselves to revel the wonderful, adumbrate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me faster, pumping her powerful thigh and scaling almost the stallion length of my manhood. Though I couldn't see around her body, I could tell that she was cupping the undersides of her swollen tit, and rolling her harden pap between quarter round and forefinger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

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

Amanda's breathing became more ragged as she started moaning in guerilla intervals. Still, save for my hand groping her chest, I remained still and let her set the gait. Her smooth, toned physical structure was emanating a considering sum of money of heat as she rose and fell on my stiff phallus. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully vertical, backing into me and allowing her hips to fully drop off on my lap.

Amanda emitted a shrill thigh-slapper as her ass swallowed my cock 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 wife remained seated on me. Her anal retentive muscularity were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more than steadily. But rather than thrust my pelvic arch in an campaign to muster out my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my arms. I held my wife in a crushing bosom even as I felt her press herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two powerful attractor attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a foresightful spell, Amanda and I didn't move. We were more than subject matter to feel our warm au naturel consistency against each other, and being completely rooted in her bottom was a sensation unlike any other. I could've remained in this positioning until the end of clip, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to motivate too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my bottom of the inning forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my invertebrate foot firmly planted on the carpet. Amanda, as a result, fell gently into a recline position against my chest of drawers. She murmured a quizzical auditory sensation, and I whispered didactics into her ear. Nodding with only the faintest tinge of trepidation, she lifted her invertebrate foot and placed them atop my thighs.

Then, with her weapon system fully extended behind her and on their slope of my hip, my wife began slowly sodomizing herself in setback cowgirl.

I clenched my abdominal muscles and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every aspect of our anal union. She bucked her pelvic girdle smoothly, raising her derriere until her chisel midsection was nearly line of latitude to the floor, then let them go under. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able-bodied to consume every inch. The stringency of her sphincter muscleman felt superb, comparable to the best blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my wife 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 eubstance to seek out her breasts again. But as my hands squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"Play with my kitty-cat !"

Keeping my left wing hand where it was -- - Amanda's breast were just too irresistible to abandon -- - I slipped my decent indicant and middle digit 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 relocation proved unnecessary as Amanda's trap was already sopping wet.

My manus on my hot wife's perfect tense breasts… my fingers in her warm pussy… my shaft up her unbelievable ass… I was, literally, in Shangri-la !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the full weight of her behind onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my erection like a control stick, and the dense thud of skin against skin sounded with each impingement. I was helpless, and my cock was arduous for it.

But, as usual, I could never stave in off orgasm for yearn whenever I was naked with my beautiful married woman. I had not only longed to penetrate her anus, but fantasized filling it to the brim with my cum. And now, I was set up to interject a fully load into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

"Fuck, Mandy,"I moaned."You keep that up, and I'm gon na ointment in your ass !"

"Give it to me…I get laid you want to, babe. Cum in my ass… cum for me !"

the Nazarene ! How Amanda could edge me so intensely with mere give-and-take ! But she suffered the import by losing control of the situation because I lost control.

I embraced her from stern in a ferocious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprise as she was suddenly ineffective to strike. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my mercy -- - as I began to hurl up into her HARD. The impact of our bodies went from a dull thud to a sharper smack with each of my ascertain bursts.

I commenced in at a mass medium paced, but the tantalize sensation of Amanda's naked dead body against mine, and of her sphincter muscles wrapped so heavenly around my humanness, caused my lust for her to roil over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her pretty ass as if my life depended on it. Amanda's repeated cries of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primordial roar as I pounded into her posterior repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic musculus to prolong the sweet-flavored mo, but to no available."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my wife."I'm gon na cum !"

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

I thrusted difficult one final time and remained rooted in her ass, balls-deep, as my midst, hot sperm spewed into her rectum.

The powerful billow made me feel as though I was falling through the flooring, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's ass and though that afforded her very little room to maneuver, she was still capable to squirm on my lap, spirit to coax every last drop from me.

When I finally had no more to give, all tension abruptly left my body and I sunk into the couch with a loud, subject matter sigh. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in turn, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to make her closelipped, our chests heaving and our consistence steaming from travail.

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

Though my erection was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my wife's anus, the pressing from her inside muscular tissue securing me in place. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely easy spoon stance. I playfully rubbed my nozzle against the side of her neck and wondered, for the countless time, how any cleaning lady could experience so perfect.

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

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