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 objectify or demean my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 real characteristics -- - in no specific order -- - that, in my humble judgment, stead her in the mellow echelons of forcible beauty.

The first is the perfection of her face and the unmarred grain of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's lovely freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of all, but the way her Robert Brown middle always twinkle with shenanigan, like there's an inside joke that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the world more brilliantly than the sun on my coloured years

Aside from her supermodel-like upright smell, the great unwashed probably point out Amanda's amazing white meat first when she enters the room : 34c… perfective tense in shape, size, and firmness… perfective in every way ! Amanda's breasts are obviously splendid when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snug, sweaty athletics bra.

Lastly, of course, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't posse comitatus a"burp butt"or an"apple bottom"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to describe her bottom as such ! No, she flaunts a silklike, super-toned keister, achieved from arduous workouts at the gym and running 20+ miles weekly, that is as firm as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's breasts, the spate of her bare undersurface is an iniquitous pleasance, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga trouser.

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

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Several chain of Amanda's long black silky hair fell over her side, and she blew them aside through the corner of her mouth. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing dishes that I had oafishly forgotten in the sink. Her rachis was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her hair covered most of her backside. However, clad in a snug sports bra and yoga pants that left petty to the imagination, it was difficult not to mark the well-defined musculus of my married woman's V-shaped upper torso. Her body was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a mannequin of health and physical fitness. 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 bare sight of her underside, especially in those sexy yoga drawers, made me heavily than baseball field. I was so engrossed by its perfection that I didn't recognize she had shut off the water until she turned around.

My wife regarded with me with a discombobulate construction, but I hardly noticed. I went from being mesmerized by her behind to fixating on her beautiful chest and aphrodisiacal 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 tincture 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 hands on her hips, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her behind, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sump. My burgeoning erecting pressed into the crinkle of her ass as I encircled her with my arms. Amanda squealed and attempted to squirm away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

The firmness of her bottom… the unfitness of her hair… even her sweaty perfume was like an irresistible pheromone.

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

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

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

Amanda purred,"I can tell. Maybe we should extend this discourse in the shower."Normally, that would've sounded perfect tense because some of the best sex that we ever experienced had taken berth there.

But I required instant gratification.

"I can't wait,"I confessed in a trouble tone."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you right now."Amanda's juicy freighter had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next words without thinking, and immediately regretted it :"I want to bend you over this cesspit and breeze through your ass."

My wife was typically adventurous in bed. Save 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 toys, and even practiced light bondage while taking go being the"dom/domme"and"sub ”. But there were 2 specific boundaries that she unyieldingly maintained.

Amanda had a designated"No Fly Zone ”, which essentially meant that I was forbidden to cum anywhere above her cervix. To put it succinctly, she would not land up my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jack up off near her human face. I never pushed the effect. After all, oral sex was already an intimate act that required a heavy sight of trust between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing semen grotesque, much less wearing it on her boldness ! While I secretly fantasized about both, I was just happy to be receiving blowjobs fairly regularly.

But nailing Amanda in her unbelievable ass… now that was a different story. Unfortunately, her 2nd intimate excommunication was anal sex. Each time I would play it up or even evade around the theme, my married woman would wrinkle her nozzle and immediately end the treatment 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 fixation. sure enough, traditional vaginal sex, as well as oral sex, with my wife was as incredible as ever, but every clip she was naked or simply walked by, I couldn't help but dream about poking her in the butt.

My wife grunted irritably, snapping me out of my thoughts, 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 voice trailed off as I lifted my hired man imploringly.

Amanda rolled her center with a face of immense disgust that almost killed the mood and shriveled my engorged member to its pilot size.

Almost.

"peach are done, I'm going to rent a exhibitor,"she hastily announced.

But I kept her pinned against the kitchen cesspool."What if I just bend you over and strike your pussy instead ?"Sure, I was acting like a Neanderthal… but I was getting do-or-die !

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

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

Amanda was amused by my pitiful desperation but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her derriere against my genitals. I was so turn on that my penis was erect in my pant, and its underside was pinned along her vertical crease. I began to wobble my consistency against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

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

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

"takings off the leggings,"I whispered."I want to establish love to you proper now."

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

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

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

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

"OH….FUCK !"

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

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

"This isn't laughable !"

"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 eyes were drawn back to Amanda's ass as she strode past me. Just as she was about to croak the kitchen, however, she stopped to search at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower now. come join me."It was a statement, 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 ready for a dinner date with my respectable Friend Dimitri and his new lady friend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the first time. Dimitri was as dear to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to pull in a good opinion on Kate for his sake. I was in our walk-in closet searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I look ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky Joseph Black mini-dress. Composed of a very cushy and stretchy textile, the mini-dress was so thinly 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 cleavage. The bottom of the minidress barely reached halfway down her second joint, showing off am unconscionable total of her fabulously toned runner's legs. Combined with the stiletto heels that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her stage appear obscenely long.

Despite Amanda's miscellanea of sexiness, I was once again enthralled by her unbelievable ass. The way the minidress swaddled it so snuggly like charge card wrapper was like a herculean magnet that I could not tear my eyes away from. It was blatantly obviously that my wife wasn't wearing any panty, which made her appearance impossibly sexier.

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

"Still fits,"she declared proudly while studying her profile in a uncut mirror.

motherhood did not destroy my wife's figure in the least bit. She was clearly getting better with prison term, just like fine wine. I gazed at her rapturously."Kate is going to hate you."

Amanda's was genuinely mortified as she spun to face 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 commute ?"

It was both a boon and a whammy for a woman to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her intelligence, wry sense of humour, and overall appealingness, it easily outshined her physical attributes, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

"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 metre before we need to leave."

My wife threw an even more mischievous grin my way as she turned and sauntered into the can without further gossip. With a protuberance in my pants and my eye thumping hard, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to affect me demurely as she pulled the penetrate the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Saviour Good Shepherd, Mandy. Your ass is fucking incredible."

My married woman stepped to the bathroom sink and promptly leaned over it. With her nerve inches from the mirror and her upper half analogue to the trading floor, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't discharge enough, she reached back with one had to open her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

I came right up to Amanda from behind. She brought her face to mine, and we kissed like 2 savage animals succumbing to their cardinal needs. Gripping my erection like a blade, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her vertical crease.

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

My married woman received no contention as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a little rough, I palmed the binding of her caput to wedge 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 exhibitioner, and outdoor on a clear and sunny day. Currently, her center were as wide of the mark as her mouthpiece as we gazed at our own reflection while making love. But I happened to catch sight of her puckered pickle as I glanced down.

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

Amanda flinched and she stared at me toilsome through the can mirror but remained silent as I continued driving into her from fanny. Somewhat emboldened, I licked my fingertip and traced it around the rim of her anus. I could see that her verbalism was somewhat leery now, but when my wife still didn't react negatively, I slipped the tip of my index digit in.

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

I instantly slid out of her kitty and exhilaration 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 flighty expression in the mirror as I began to penetrate her, but winced when her intragroup muscles automatically contracted at my intrusion.

Goddamn, she's got a tight ass !

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

So I forced my humanness a fourth part of the way in.

Amanda's expression quickly changed from misgiving 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 meritless, Mandy ! Are you ok ? I'm so sorry !"

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

"Are you sure ? You don't 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 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 demeanor also softened, and she was back to her champagne, garrulous self by the fourth dimension we were on the road. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attempt at anal retentive sex for the sleep of the night.

I felt like such a horrible husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me early on the following sunrise. It was Billy Sunday -- - my day to catch some Z's in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my side and tried to settle back asleep.

Then the gruntle shaking happened again.

Curious, I opened my eyes and lifted my head. Amanda was curled up in a ball reading an e-book on her lozenge. The quiver 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 actual rip in her eyes."I'm sorry, baby. I was trying hard not to wake you."

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

She flushed in plethora."Another one of my romanticism novels."

I chuckled. While my married woman could be very girlish at times, it still surprised me that she enjoyed those cheesy"happily ever after"story so a lot. But we both had our frailty."Oh yea ? Any good sex aspect ?"

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

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

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

That got my aid."What do you imply ?"

"We should've stretched my, uh, back doorway first before we did anything."I was in such unbelief at the topic of conversation that I gaped at my married woman."Using finger's breadth is obvious, but anal beadwork are highly commend, too."

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

"Yes, silly. You know, the silicone polymer unity that start small and get bounteous ?"

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

Amanda let that straits."Anal beads can be less painful than fingers,"she continued in a scholarly look that was endearing and absolutely adorable,"since you can tone the amount of stretching with the sizing of the beadwork. And we definitely should've used lube 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 stuff ?"

Her facial expression was beatific."I'm reading about it in my romance novel."I was about to emit a rock oil comment when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, sister. It actually felt good when you were in… there… at first."My eyes widened."But then I got kind of fright,"she confessed,"and it started to hurt, and I felt like I was losing control of my body and that everything inside was going to spud out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much Thomas More subdued and added,"Not to sound ever more repellent, but I also read that kissing and licking a char back there can help to inhibit those reflexes before anal penetration. If you do it the rightfield way."She paused to let that sink in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the quantity of information that Amanda was presenting me. But while I had never rimmed her before, the bare fact that she was bringing it up was very appealing in a misdirect sort 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 hard as a rock and roll, and even though I was smart sufficiency to see that we weren't going to attempt anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very to the lowest degree, going to indulge in some very incredible morning sex. But Amanda glanced at the time and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was betimes Sunday morning, which meant it was time for her to meet with her training mathematical group for another 10 international nautical mile run in the hills.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patent arresting smiles. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert t-shirts as a nightie, and nothing else preserve for a pair of garden pink scanty. They were cut in the"boyshort"stylus, which complemented her athletic bod and hugged the bend of her bottom perfectly. Most women who dressed themselves nicely couldn't equivalence with my wife's natural lulu first thing in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her strip bare and don her running dress : a snuggery sports bra and tight leggings, an outfit that would undoubtedly do anyone within a 100ft wheel spoke to stare at her and drool. My wife tied her haircloth into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the lips, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to meet her training group.

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

My wife touched her forehead to mine."I know,"she responded tenderly."It's ok, baby. 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 worship. I freely admitted that my humanness was average-sized and not some grow over monstrosity, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to pacify my guilt feelings. 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 side by side time."She turned and was suddenly gone.

Next time ?

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

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"Next time ”, unfortunately, didn't arrive for a farseeing 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 prosecute our own finish. I concentrated more on speed dead body strengthening, while my married woman's regimen focused more on humble torso and toning.

I was currently seated in a bureau press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"roman letters chair ”, much to my pleasure. She placed her electric cell phone and body of water bottle on the felt floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 point slant to the earth with her back heterosexual and arms crossed in an"X"over her ample bureau. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a perfect upside"V"before extending back to her original position. This particular proposition physical exertion targeted her gloomy back and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded eyeshot of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

There were always pot of backbreaking female 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 clear prospect. I humorously wondered if its strategic position had been on intention as I ceased my workout to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me hard, and I almost didn't care if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling impish, I withdrew my cellphone 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 cellular phone vibrated, and I watched as she paused to find it. After reading my message, she responded without turning back to me : Good. Because I have a surprise for you later ! LOL !

Oh, how my married woman loved to tantalize ! But this fourth dimension, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a bunch of Guy staring at your ass with me. Should I blame them admission ? SOB, the dude following to me looks like he's about to blow his burden !

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

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

Nor did the eyes of the numerous men around me.

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

Amanda closed her oculus as she shampooed her tomentum. Lathering my hands with a bar of soap, I pressed my crotch into her rear as I reached around to soap her scarf out tits. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely firm, but were too slippery as I tried to extort them hard… which only fanned my lust even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained mute and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire presence of her body with suds, working from her illustrious titty and down to her breadbasket, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridges of her abdominal muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth curves of her hips and the resolve of her sinewy thighs. I then traced back around and discover my hands on Amanda's bottom.

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

The max 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 soundbox and, literally, resembled a employment of art as the glistening water flowed over it. Unable to help myself, I pinned the underside of my rock-hard erection along her vertical crease.

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

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to wave her hind end against my crotch in a very carnal, arouse way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so hard for me…"

"Just like I am now."I started to meet 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 affair about shower down sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the bedroom, but my married woman was often leave to be much more depraved here in the shower. Save for under the smart sun and exculpate blue angel sky, there was no other seat where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to cite, there was just something very hardheaded about being able to make clean up immediately after making a filthy mess !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's delectable ass after using it to she-bop, I suddenly recalled the gossip 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 hold on our sex life overbold, Sir Thomas More than anything I just wanted to reach my marvellous wife happy.

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

My married woman loved cheating sex lecture, so I didn't clutches back."I'm going to kiss that moderately ass of yours, then I'm going to lick your prick before I shove my natural language in it."

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

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

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

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

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be honorable, I had to defend back some initial revulsion as the tip of my lingua made contact with Amanda's backdoor entranceway. The mere mentation of rimming mortal, even my wife, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no abhorrence. In fact, her ass tasted the same as her rim or her pussy.

confection and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a small half-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 entire body twitched as I rolled my spit and inserted it, and her shrill squeal of enthusiasm only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this sooner ?

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

I shook my mind emphatically ; I was having too much fun to check 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 mo as I toweled her off before drying myself, and excitedly led her to our bedroom.

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When we reached the sleeping room, Amanda immediately crawled onto our bed on all 4's. With her bare derriere presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpet and buried my aspect into her behind again. My hunger returned instantly.

"infant, what's gotten into you ?"There was amusement in her voice from my ungoverned exuberance, but I knew she was as excited from the anal drama as I was.

My answer was a thudding murmur into her nether region.

I licked and slurped noisily. My inhibitions had totally dissipated as I rimmed my married woman with the same inflammation 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 fan out her asscheeks for me. Her anus was gaping now, and it wasn't seizing as uncontrollably as before. I lathered it with my natural language until she called out softly,"Use your finger."

red cent, 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 guard duty by gently rubbing her clit, which was already engorged and as hard as my prick. Amanda cooed and involuntarily waggled her ass before my adoring heart in reaction. As bottom undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 fingerbreadth into her slick pussy.

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

keeping both fingers 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 pretty face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening digit into her ass. Her entire body trembled and her anatomical sphincter muscles contracted upon intromission.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th senses told me to hold. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid revolt and falling of her shoulder. Her intimate brawniness clenched around my fingers like some variety of lewd Chinese finger's breadth trap, but gradually relaxed as did her external respiration. Taking this as a sign, I began sliding my fingerbreadth in and out of both kettle of fish in an flip motion, measured to restrain a steady but easy rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to skid my middle finger into her anus along with my power finger. But my wife was still squiffy in her backdoor in stark dividing line to her pussy, which was so wet and open that I could've driven a hand truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my in-between finger's breadth merely pressed against its outer rim. I continued with just 1 finger's breadth, but Amanda truly did hold a surprise for me.

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottle of personal lubricant and a set of anal beads ! Shaped like a brand, the sex toy was lavender in vividness and composed entirely of conciliatory silicone. The first bead was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly bigger until they culminated into a large ring-handle that was intended to guard against injury from over-penetration.

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

I immediately withdrew from her vagina and anus to slather the anal beads with lubricator. My eye was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the innumerous sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a vast gradation for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her tail end entrance.

"Are you make 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 adapt about one-half of the bladelike sex toy.

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

I went no boost than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the pearl rubbed against her sphincter muscle walls and stretched her back doorway. Once I had established her solace zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to knead her engorged clit… to decipher my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack… to roleplay with her well up breasts and fine-tune her nipples as her glorious breasts dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My pecker normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, snatch, ass, it didn't matter… but the sight Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal pleasure provided me with more joy than anything else could deliver. My free script shifted from her firm breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slide the anal beads in her anus. I could fit almost my intact fist into my wife's pussy on a typical day, but my 2 fingerbreadth were, literally, in a fierce competition with the sex toy for space in her soundbox !

But the competitor didn't last long.

I plunged my digits and anal beads into both holes several more sentence before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the cap and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My finger glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opposite manus. Grinning, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nuzzled my nozzle at the bag of her neck. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to regard me solemnly that I noticed the Brobdingnagian wet spot on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way !

Amanda shifted onto her side as I lay following to her and embraced her from bum. In a spoonful position that was so unbelievably comfortable, her firm button pressed into my genital organ. I savored the affectionate touch of her body against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the cleaning woman whom I loved more than anything in the cosmos, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

We basked in that soothing State Department between sopor and watchfulness for a piece until Amanda snapped me panoptic awake with a whisper :"I'm ready to try it again."

At first off, 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 vocalism indicated something more. My sum suddenly beat faster with excitement."Mandy, are you certainly ? 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 argument in my mind. I'm still a little nervous. But I think I'm ready this time.

She did not sound ready.

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

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

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

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my read/write head without any regrets."I can't."

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

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

Amanda reached between my peg and made me completely concentrated with only 2 Jonathan Swift strokes."You've never be able-bodied to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to start getting in the riding habit !"

The moment of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our os frontale together in another sign of the zodiac of unyielding love."Mandy, are you really sure as shooting about this ? I don't want to hurt you again, and I sure as perdition 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 bow down position with a felid gracefulness. Taking the bottleful of personal lubricator, I scooted behind where her incomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to give her right cheek an affectionate buss and then a light, playful slap. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her underside ; a sexy invitation, to say the least !

I swathed my erecting with an outrageous amount of lubrication then slowly -- - very carefully -- - entered my married woman's anus.

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

We sighed contently as my helmet-head skid into Amanda. I could feel her sphincter brawn squeezing around my cinch ever-so-slightly, but nowhere near as uncontrollably as during our initial raid. Except for the expectancy, she didn't appear to be in any suffering, nor was I caught up in a screen, sex-crazed lust like previously.

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

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

The slow down rubbing against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly exquisite, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could feel so flummox. It was comparable live traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making sexual love to her throat. I glided my resign helping hand all over her bottom and lower back. kinda than thrust heavy or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my putz halfway into my Amanda's anus.

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

"Right there, babe. That's perfect… compensate there."Establishing her new consolation zone, I retracted my pelvic girdle until I was almost completely dislodged then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! Right there ! Keep going… right there ! Don't stop !"

Guided by Amanda's strong-arm and verbal reactions, I progressively ramped up the pace. I was still thrifty not to penetrate too deeply or push up too fast, but I was so perfervid in my move that I quickly worked up as swither. Her smashed sphincter brawn gradually relaxed, and seeing my manhood buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the fantastic sensory faculty even better.

After only 15 seconds, my body required release.

However, I still wasn't sure of Amanda's limit 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 study my mind and understood that I was seeking charge on where to deposit my encumbrance."puff out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

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

Her unbelievable ass glistened with my semen.

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

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Amanda and I had sex of the traditional variety -- - vaginal and oral -- - in the days that followed, but we didn't attempt anal retentive again. While I was wannabee, I wasn't overturn when she didn't bring it up. My wife had already done to a greater extent for me than any husband could rightfully expect, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything more. If Amanda wanted to experience anal retentive sex again, she would ask ; if not, our love wouldn't be any tough for the want of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a partiality engagement night in core City. She was wearing the aphrodisiacal Joseph Black minidress again. It wasn't that my married woman didn't have any former prissy wearing apparel to fall apart. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how very much I enjoyed seeing her wear it.

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

"Yes… sort of. I just can't seem to get comfortable."She fidgeted and tugged at the scant bottom as if attempting to hide 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 name and address, I pulled into the crowded parking service department and took the first uncommitted smudge. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to afford the passenger door and contribute Amanda a hand. She took it and exited awkwardly without her common grace.

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

I was growing concerned, but my wife's face split into a naughty smiling 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 panty with the outfit, so that didn't surprise me.

But what did surprise me was the blue lambency 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 bottom. But what she extricated wasn't just a gamey jewel. My wife held up a small, shining, bullet-shaped objective that had a short-change narrow neck opening and a level, round groundwork to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A stooge plug !

I gaped at my wife.

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

I was delighted at the insinuation but in disbelief that she would actually go to such extremes. I actually sputtered, unable to express my thought, as my married woman continued to grin at me in amusement."thoroughly lord, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangle tone."How can you even fit that thing in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

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

"What !"

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

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

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

We suddenly heard stride and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the butt jade with a surprising ease and lowered the minidress over her undersurface once more. Everything was abruptly back to normal as she smoothed out the fabric and took my arm."semen on, babe. We don't want to be late to our dinner reservation."

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I sat across the elegantly set table from Amanda as she perused the menu. My beautiful wife bore that same intense yet lovable construction that she always did when focusing on something. I gazed at her in idolisation, but she peeked over the top of the bill of fare and furrowed her forehead questioningly.

"What ?"

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

Amanda blushed at my open remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate quartz goblet, she dabbed her blood red lips with a napkin and casually tossed it onto the floor."infant, would you be a high-priced and pick that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her yearn 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 call back the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs panoptic beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously high school on her yearn wooden leg, anyway, but a prompt glance was all I needed to discern that her kitty was unsheathed and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her serviette and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an incredible meal and maintained a passing conversation throughout the night. But the thought process of my married woman's long aphrodisiac legs, smooth pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a hind end fire hydrant proved to be a major distraction, as did the painful erection in my pant that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the living room in a maze of arm and lips. She had unzipped my pants and started giving me a handjob before we were even halfway home, and I had deftly driven with one script while fingering her pussy. It was a minor miracle that I didn't crash and down us, but we didn't have the possession to resist touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lust that we didn't even relieve oneself it to the bedroom. Instead, we wrestled each former towards the sofa, where she relieved me of my clothing. And I returned the favor by peeling the tight minidress over her headland and tossing it aside. My wife whimsically twirled as if allowing me to inspect every inch of her yummy body. The faux azure flashed as her bottom passed before my eyes.

"God, I want to stupefy my peter up your ass so bad,"I growled.

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

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

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

I was like a dog in heat, craving to nail Amanda in the butt and twit her pooch flair again. But her happiness and refuge were my priority."It'll subscribe me 2 seconds,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

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

Amanda dropped to her genu and forced my knees apart.

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

The blowjob was unlike any my wife had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the threshold of being outright violent, it was loud, wet, and extremely sloppy. She slurped vigorously as a dense spittle seeped from her mouth and down her Kuki-Chin to coat my engorged penis.

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd twist over the couch so I could take her from behind. But she turned, facing away from me, while reaching behind to grasp my hard-on 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 moment to measure my response.

This was a marque new positioning for us, and I was thrilled !

I placed my hands on my Amanda's hips to guide her crusade. There was a brief searing pain in the neck as I pierced her anal ingress, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a bonk quality to my wife's movement despite the fact that many people would consider our act"dirty"in every horse sense of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, careful not to yank her off counterweight and keeping a end eye on her reaction, as well. But her only answer was to suspire contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my legs wide as my married woman fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thighs pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely rooted inside of her. She was still leaning forward with much of her weight displaced anteriorly on her foundation. It was exonerate that my wife was still worried to drop her full weight unit, but that was ok. I was willing to gift her as much pecker -- - or as piddling -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the musket ball of her feet onto her bounder and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my sexy wife assume control. The mess of her rear end engulfing my erecting only to reappear was mesmeric. She took me in a little bit deeper each prison term, pacing herself, letting my surd girth gradually stretch and relax her sphincter muscles, and allowing ourselves to enjoy the wonderful, suggest friction.

Amanda soon started riding me dissolute, pumping her powerful second joint and scaling almost the entire distance of my humanity. Though I couldn't see around her body, I could recite that she was cupping the undersides of her swell tit, and rolling her harden nipples between thumb and forefinger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

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

Amanda's breathing became more ragged as she started moaning in irregular time interval. Still, save for my hands groping her pectus, I remained still and let her set the step. Her smooth, toned body was emanating a considering amount of heat as she rose and fell on my strong penis. 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 peter completely.

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought the deep incursion might be too for her lots to palm. But my married woman remained seated on me. Her anal muscle were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more steadily. But rather than hurl my hips in an effort to exonerate my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my arms. I held my wife in a crushing embracing even as I felt her insistence herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two powerful magnets attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a long spell, Amanda and I didn't move. We were more than content to palpate our warm raw consistency against each other, and being completely rooted in her bottom was a sensation unlike any other. I could've remained in this position until the end of time, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to travel too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my rump forward so that I was now slouched on the lounge with my feet firmly planted on the carpeting. Amanda, as a result, fell gently into a recumb stead 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 thighs.

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

I clenched my abdominal muscle muscleman and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every facet of our anal retentive union. She bucked her hips smoothly, raising her posterior until her chiseled midsection was nearly parallel to the floor, then let them sink. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able to consume every inch. The tightness of her sphincter muscles felt superb, comparable to the dependable blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my wife had ever given me.

Amanda grunted and moaned as she pumped her hips more robustly now. Her lustfulness matched my own, and I snaked my munition around her body to seek out her breasts again. But as my hands squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"Play with my pussy !"

holding my left wing hand where it was -- - Amanda's tits were just too resistless to abandon -- - I slipped my compensate index and middle fingers into her mouthpiece. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own spittle as lubrication, I slipped my digits into her vagina. But the move proved unnecessary as Amanda's hole was already sopping wet.

My deal on my hot wife's perfect tense breasts… my fingers in her warm pussy… my turncock up her incredible ass… I was, literally, in heaven !

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

But, as common, I could never stave off orgasm for prospicient 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 shoot a wide load into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

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

Good Shepherd ! How Amanda could edge me so intensely with bare Bible ! But she suffered the consequences by losing control of the place because I lost control.

I embraced her from behind in a savage bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprisal as she was suddenly unable to move. 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 bodies went from a dull thud to a sharpie smack with each of my operate bursts.

I commenced in at a sensitive paced, but the tantalising sensation of Amanda's naked body against mine, and of her sphincter brawniness wrapped so heavenly around my manhood, caused my lust for her to boil 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 primal boom as I pounded into her hindquarters repeatedly with all the military group I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic muscles to prolong the sweet bit, but to no available."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my wife."I'm gon na cum !"

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

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

The mightily upsurge made me feel as though I was falling through the base, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's underside and though that afforded her very little elbow room to maneuver, she was still able to squirm on my lap, intent to sweet-talk every last bead from me.

When I finally had no more to give, all tension abruptly left my consistency and I sunk into the couch with a loud, subject sigh. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in turn, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to prevail her fold, our chest of drawers heaving and our consistency steaming from travail.

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

Though my erection was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my married woman's anus, the press from her inner sinew securing me in home. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely prosperous spoon posture. I playfully rubbed my olfactory organ against the side of her neck and wondered, for the countless sentence, how any cleaning lady could feel so perfect.

Amanda and I didn't dabble in anal sex again for a recollective time. Though she came to love it as practically as I did, we seldom included it our intimate repertoire. Unlike oral sex and vaginal sex, we treated anal sex like a rare, exceptional occasion.

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