Prologue

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

This is, by no mean value, intended to depersonalise or demean my married woman, but Amanda possesses 3 palpable characteristics -- - in no specific guild -- - that, in my abase opinion, situation her in the highest echelons of physical beauty.

The first gear is the flawlessness of her case and the unblemished grain of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's endearing lentigo, which is perhaps her aphrodisiacal characteristic of all, but the way her brown eyes always twinkle with balefulness, like there's an inside jape 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 sidereal day

Aside from her supermodel-like good spirit, people probably discover Amanda's amazing breasts first when she enters the way : 34c… perfect in anatomy, size, and firmness… perfective tense in every way ! Amanda's white meat are obviously glorious when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snug, sweaty mutation bra.

Lastly, of track, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't posse a"bubble butt"or an"apple bottom"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to describe her seat as such ! No, she flaunts a sleek, super-toned ass, achieved from strenuous physical exercise 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 sight of her bare underside is an ungodly pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga pants.

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

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Several strand of Amanda's long black silky hair fell over her nerve, and she blew them aside through the corner of her oral fissure. Though my married woman had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing dishes that I had oafishly forgotten in the sink. Her back was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in esteem. Her haircloth covered nearly of her backside. However, clad in a cubbyhole play bra and yoga trouser that left little to the resource, it was difficult not to detect the chiseled muscles of my married woman's V-shaped upper trunk. Her body was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a role model of health and fittingness. But my optic insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

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

I stood in the center of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The bare sight of her bottom, especially in those sexy yoga drawers, made me harder than diamond. I was so engrossed by its perfection that I didn't bring in she had shut off the piss until she turned around.

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

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

Amanda threw a dishrag that narrowly missed my forefront."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 pelvic girdle, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her behind, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sink. My burgeoning erecting pressed into the flexure of her ass as I encircled her with my branch. Amanda squealed and attempted to squirm away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

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

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

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

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

Amanda purred,"I can recite. Maybe we should continue this discussion in the shower."Normally, that would've sounded perfect because some of the practiced sex that we ever experienced had taken place there.

But I required instant gratification.

"I can't wait,"I confessed in a pain tincture."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you ripe now."Amanda's luscious bottom had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next countersign without thinking, and immediately regretted it :"I want to flex you over this sink and nab your ass."

My wife was typically adventuresome in bed. salve for the extremely gonzo, there wasn't anything that she wasn't will to try at least once. We often watched porn together, dabbled with sex toys, and even practiced light bondage while taking turns being the"dom/domme"and"sub ”. But there were 2 particular boundary 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 cease my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jack off near her facial expression. I never pushed the government issue. After all, oral exam sex was already an intimate act that required a cracking deal of trust between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing cum grotesque, much less wearing it on her face ! While I secretly fantasized about both, I was just happy to be receiving blowjobs fairly regularly.

But nailing Amanda in her incredible ass… now that was a different story. Unfortunately, her 2nd sexual exclusion was anal sex. Each time I would add it up or even circumvent around the issue, my wife would crinkle her pry and immediately end the discussion with a resounding"No !"

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

My married woman grunted irritably, snapping me out of my thought, 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 hand imploringly.

Amanda rolled her eyes with a aspect of immense disgust that almost killed the humour and shriveled my gormandize penis to its original size.

Almost.

"Dishes are done, I'm going to require a shower,"she hastily announced.

But I kept her pinned against the kitchen cesspit."What if I just bend you over and take your slit 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 powerfulness that she wielded over me.

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

Amanda was amused by my deplorable despair but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her posterior against my crotch. I was so aroused that my penis was tumid in my pants, and its underside was pinned along her vertical crinkle. I began to shift my soundbox against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

I emitted a lengthy moan."Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk….that flavour SO good…."

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

"issue off the leggings,"I whispered."I want to make love to you veracious 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 stress, Amanda pressed her nates more heavily into me, and the contact was overwhelmingly stimulating.

"God, yes. I love it, I fucking love it…. Christ, that feels good…. mmm, so good…. whoreson, Mandy, if you don't plosive 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 spot, silly."

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

"OH….FUCK !"

A brawny climax 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 soundbox. A lesser adult female wouldn't have tolerated how harshly I squeezed her breast, but my married woman merely cackled as I used her entire body to pleasure myself.

When I was finally spent, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in utter incredulity that I had used her ass -- - and to a lesser extent, her boob -- - to get off. I moved awkwardly, afraid to get the foul mess in my trouser 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 fanny was like tittyfucking her : heavenly in every way imaginable.

My centre were drawn back to Amanda's ass as she strode past me. Just as she was about to go out the kitchen, however, she stopped to look at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower now. semen junction me."It was a statement, not a request."Maybe I can pick you up before we make another mess."

My erection instantaneously returned.

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A hebdomad later, Amanda and I were getting ready for a dinner party engagement with my dear Friend Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the first sentence. Dimitri was as dear to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to work a good impression on Kate for his rice beer. I was in our walk-in wardrobe searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I look ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky black mini-dress. Composed of a very soft and stretchy cloth, the mini-dress was so thin out and form-fitting that that it was like another level of peel. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attention to Amanda's dazzling segmentation. The arse of the minidress barely reached halfway down her second joint, showing off am unconscionable amount of her fabulously chant Caranx crysos's legs. Combined with the stiletto cad that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her legs appear obscenely long.

Despite Amanda's miscellany of sexiness, I was once again enthralled by her unbelievable ass. The way the minidress swaddled it so snuggly like plastic wrap was like a powerful attractive feature that I could not tear my eyes away from. It was blatantly obviously that my wife wasn't wearing any panties, which made her appearance impossibly sexier.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was both a grace and a scourge for a womanhood to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her word, wry sense of mood, and overall appealingness, it easily outshined her strong-arm attribute, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

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

My wife threw an even more mischievous grin my way as she turned and sauntered into the bath without boost commentary. With a excrescence in my pants and my heart thumping severely, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to regard me demurely as she pulled the underside the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

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

My wife stepped to the lav sink and promptly leaned over it. With her cheek inches from the mirror and her upper one-half latitude to the floor, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't top enough, she reached back with one had to disseminate her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

I came right up to Amanda from buns. She brought her side to mine, and we kissed like 2 furious animals succumbing to their primeval needs. Gripping my erection like a sword, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her perpendicular crease.

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

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

Amanda and I had 3 specifics places where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the shower, and outdoor on a clear and sunny day. Currently, her center were as wide as her mouth as we gazed at our own musing while making love. But I happened to arrest vision of her puckered yap as I glanced down.

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

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

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an galvanizing electrical shock. Her question and vertebral column instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the entree of her anus reflexively constricted. I couldn't believe that my fingertip had elicited such a 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 utmost disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her kitty and inflammation filled my thinking as I brought the tip of my erecting to Amanda's anus.

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

I missed my wife's neural expression in the mirror as I began to penetrate her, but winced when her intragroup muscleman 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 bellying read/write head 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 soused. But the visual sense of my turncock partially buried in her ass so visually stimulating -- -- there mere fact that I was finally having anal sex with my wife so thrill -- - that it was deserving the physical discomfort.

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

Amanda's reflexion quickly changed from apprehension to outright agony, but I was so engrossed in my own selfishness that I didn't notification 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 sorry !"

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

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

"I said, I'm mulct !"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 walk off the lingering discomfort. She continued to change 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 convention as I followed her to the garage. Her demeanour also softened, and she was back to her bubbly, talkative self by the clock time we were on the route. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attempt at anal sex for the residuum of the night.

I felt like such a horrible husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me ahead of time the next morning. It was William Ashley Sunday -- - my day to sleep in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my face and tried to fall back asleep.

Then the easy shaking happened again.

Curious, I opened my eyes and lifted my straits. Amanda was curled up in a Ball reading an e-book on her tablet. The shaking occurred for yet a 3rd time.

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

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

Amanda rolled to face me, and there were actual tears in her heart."I'm sorry, sister. 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 overplus."Another one of my romance 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"stories so very much. But we both had our vice."Oh yea ? Any good sex scenes ?"

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

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

"When you tried to poke me in the prat before we went to string up out with Dimitri and Kate."

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

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

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

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

"Like the 1 in the pornography TV that we watched the other day."

Amanda let that pass."Anal beads can be less painful than fingerbreadth,"she continued in a scholarly tone that was endearing and absolutely lovely,"since you can inflect the amount of stretch with the size of the beading. And we definitely should've used lube yesterday, too !"

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

Her locution was saintly."I'm interpretation about it in my romance novel."I was about to utter a crude comment when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, baby. It actually felt well when you were in… there… at first."My eyes widened."But then I got kind of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to smart, and I felt like I was losing ascendence of my organic structure and that everything interior was going to fool out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much more mortify and added,"Not to sound ever more gross out, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can help to inhibit those reflexes before anal penetration. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that drop down 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 perverted kind of way."Yea ? So that's what you've been reading in your obscenity love affair novels, eh ?"

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

Our conversation had me heavily as a rock, and even though I was smart decent to realize 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 fourth dimension and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was too soon 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 mound.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stunning smiles. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert t-shirts as a night-robe, and nothing else salve for a pair of pink panty. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her athletic frame and hugged the bender of her seat perfectly. Most charwoman who dressed themselves nicely couldn't comparison with my married woman's lifelike beauty first thing in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her strip naked and don her guide garb : a snug mutant bra and mean legging, an outfit that would undoubtedly cause anyone within a 100ft r to stare at her and drivel. My married woman tied her hair into a precious ponytail and kissed me on the brim, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to meet her training group.

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

My wife touched her brow 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 lusus naturae, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to quench my guilty conscience. The motion warmed my heart, and I hugged my wife fiercely, afraid to let go because I knew I didn't deserve her."I love you so much, Mandy."

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

Next time ?

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

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

Weeks 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 time of day here, we usually separated to act on our own goals. I concentrated more on upper dead body strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on lower body and toning.

I was currently seated in a dresser press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"roman type chair ”, much to my pleasure. She placed her cell telephone set and piddle bottle on the matted floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 level slant to the ground with her spinal column straight and arms crossed in an"X"over her ample chest. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a perfect upside"V"before extending back to her original position. This item workout targeted her lower cover and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded persuasion of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"Roman professorship"was stationed at the front of the gym in brighten view. I humorously wondered if its strategical placement had been on intent as I ceased my employment to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me hard, and I almost didn't charge if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling mischievous, I withdrew my cellular 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 call up 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 wife loved to pester ! But this time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a bunch of guy wire staring at your ass with me. Should I shoot down them admission ? diddly, the dude next to me looks like he's about to fumble his load !

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

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

Nor did the eyes of the numerous men around me.

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Amanda and I stripped our sweaty gym close off when we arrived home and immediately hopped in the shower together. There probably wasn't anything I enjoyed more in living -- - 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 tremendous matter, indeed !

Amanda closed her middle as she shampooed her hair. Lathering my hands with a bar of soap, I pressed my crotch into her behind as I reached around to soap her engorged titty. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely firm, but were too slippery as I tried to twitch them hard… which only fanned my lustfulness even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained unsounded and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire front of her body with suds, working from her famed breasts and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridges of her abdominal muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth breaking ball of her coxa and the firmness of her mesomorphic thighs. I then traced back around and encounter my hired man on Amanda's bottom.

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

The soap had rinsed from my hands, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palms all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the residual of her consistency and, literally, resembled a employment of art as the glistening water flowed over it. Unable to aid myself, I pinned the undersurface of my rock-hard erection along her perpendicular crease.

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

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to undulate her bum against my crotch in a very animal, stimulating way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so heavy for me…"

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

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

That was the awesome matter about rain shower sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the bedchamber, but my married woman was often willing to be much more depraved here in the shower. Save for under the bright sun and clear blue sky, there was no early stead where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to note, there was just something very practical about being able to clean up immediately after making a cruddy fix !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's toothsome ass after using it to masturbate, I suddenly recalled the comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curiosity was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to experience it. And while I wanted to keep our sex lifetime impertinent, More than anything I just wanted to pull in my wonderful wife well-chosen.

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

My married woman loved dirty sex talk, so I didn't hold back."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 started to ferment around."Omigod, babe, you're so silly. I was only joking when I said -- -"

But I spun her back around so quickly that she yelped."I told you, Mandy : I'm going to snog that pretty ass of yours… then I'm going to clobber your asshole 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 moderate her excitement. My mouth watered.

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

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be reliable, I had to fight back some initial revulsion as the tip of my clapper made contact with Amanda's backdoor entrance. The mere view of rimming someone, even my wife, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no abhorrence. In fact, her ass tasted the same as her back talk or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a fiddling 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 feast. Amanda's integral torso twitched as I rolled my tongue and inserted it, and her pipe up squeal of enthusiasm only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this Oklahoman ?

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

I shook my head emphatically ; I was having too often fun to cease and relocate.

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

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

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

"Babe, what's gotten into you ?"There was amusement in her part from my ungoverned ebullience, but I knew she was as excited from the anal play as I was.

My response was a dull muttering into her chthonic region.

I licked and slurped noisily. My forbiddance had totally dissipated as I rimmed my wife with the Saame excitement 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 spread her asscheeks for me. Her anus was gaping now, and it wasn't seizing as uncontrollably as before. I lathered it with my tongue until she called out softly,"Use your finger."

shit, she really IS into it !

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

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

guardianship both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the indicator finger of my other bridge player into my back talk to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the side of her middling face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening digit into her ass. Her stallion organic structure trembled and her sphincter muscle heftiness contracted upon interpolation.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th weed told me to have got. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's chemical reaction by the rapid rise and falling of her shoulder joint. Her internal heftiness clenched around my fingers like some kind of detestable Chinese finger's breadth trap, but gradually relaxed as did her external respiration. Taking this as a signal, I began sliding my fingers in and out of both fix in an interchange motion, careful to save a brace but entitle rhythm.

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

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

As I probed both kettle of fish, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottle of personal lube and a set of anal beads ! Shaped like a blade, the sex toy was lavender in color and composed entirely of flexible silicone. The first off bead was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly grownup 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 string of beads with lubricant. My heart was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the countless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a immense step for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her back end entrance.

"Are you ready 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 string of beads and paused to let her consistence adjust. When she didn't react negatively, I began gliding them in and out of her anus. Gradually -- - and very slowly -- - I penetrated more deeply until she was able to comfortably accommodate about half of the ensiform sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained ascendency of her body and of the spot."rightfulness there, babe… right there."

I went no further than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beads rubbed against her sphincter muscle paries and stretched her back door. Once I had established her comfort zone, I reached under to extend to my wife… to massage her glut clit… to trace my fingertips along the ridge of her inspiring 6-pack… to diddle with her vain breasts and pull off her nipples as her brilliant breasts dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, pussy, ass, it didn't matter… but the sight Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal retentive joy provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My free hand shifted from her business firm breasts back to her puss again as I continued to slide the anal astragal in her anus. I could fit almost my entire fist into my married woman's pussy on a distinctive day, but my 2 finger's breadth were, literally, in a fierce competition with the sex toy for quad in her dead body !

But the contest didn't cobbler's last long.

I plunged my fingerbreadth and anal beads into both trap respective more times before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the ceiling and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My fingers glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my diametrical hand. smile, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nuzzle my olfactory organ at the radix of her neck opening. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to regard me solemnly that I noticed the huge wet pip on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way !

Amanda shifted onto her side as I lay next to her and embraced her from can. In a spoon position that was so unbelievably comfortable, her unfaltering button pressed into my crotch. I savored the warm mite of her body against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the woman whom I loved more than anything in the world, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

We basked in that soothing State Department between eternal sleep and wakefulness for a spell until Amanda snapped me encompassing awake with a rustle :"I'm ready to try it again."

At first, I assumed that she merely wanted me to use the dildo on her ass or rim her again, which I would've been to a greater extent than felicitous to do. But the tonicity of her voice indicated something more. My meat suddenly beat faster with inflammation."Mandy, are you for certain ? I mean, after what happened finally time…"

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

I repeated her statement in my mind. I'm still a little nervous. But I think I'm gear up this metre.

She did not fathom ready.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda reached between my legs and made me completely hard with only 2 fleet strokes."You've never be able to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to bulge out getting in the wont !"

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

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

Amanda slowly reassumed her prostrate position with a feline gracefulness. Taking the bottle of personal lubricant, I scooted behind where her incomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to reach her right cheek an affectionate buss 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 erection with an exorbitant quantity of lubrication then slowly -- - very carefully -- - entered my wife's anus.

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

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

Gripping my erecting at its groundwork, I delicately eased into my wife's bottom, gliding myself in a bit further and mindful of any discomfort on her constituent. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a steady calendar method of birth control to keep her consistency relaxed. We both kept calm.

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

The slow friction against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly exquisite, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could finger so awful. It was like know traditional vaginal sex with my married woman or making love life to her pharynx. I glided my free hand all over her ass and lower back. sort of than throw toilsome or thrust, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my cock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The sensation of it all was so arouse that I lolled my promontory back and moaned.

"right field there, infant. That's perfect… right there."Establishing her new comfort zone, I retracted my hips until I was almost completely dislodged then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! right hand there ! Keep going… right there ! Don't full point !"

Guided by Amanda's strong-arm and verbal reactions, I progressively ramped up the stride. I was still measured not to penetrate too deeply or push up too fast, but I was so impassioned in my movements that I quickly worked up as sweat. Her besotted sphincter muscle muscle gradually relaxed, and seeing my manhood buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the wonderful sensations even better.

After only 15 seconds, my organic structure 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 show my mind and understood that I was seeking direction on where to posit my load."clout out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

I emitted a pharyngeal 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 married woman's pert bed. When I was finally pass and panting, I gazed down upon the oeuvre 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 rough hug. We held each early closing and didn't speak for a long time. Though we had been married for almost a decennium and enjoyed a fulfilling sex liveliness 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 days that followed, but we didn't attempt anal again. While I was hopeful, I wasn't turnover when she didn't bring it up. My wife had already done more for me than any husband could rightfully wait, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything Sir Thomas More. If Amanda wanted to live anal sex again, she would ask ; if not, our lovemaking wouldn't be any worse for the lack of it.

Approximately 2 hebdomad later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a fantasy particular date night in Center City. She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any other skillful clothes to fatigue. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how practically I enjoyed seeing her wearable 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 fast glance as I drove.

"Yes… sort of. I just can't seem to get comfortable."She fidgeted and tugged at the short derriere 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 terminus, I pulled into the crowded parking service department and took the first available spot. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to open the rider threshold and loan Amanda a hired hand. She took it and exited awkwardly without her usual grace.

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

I was growing touch on, but my wife's boldness Split into a naughty grin as she glanced about. Then, to my utmost astonishment, Amanda pulled the bottom of the minidress up over her middle. As usual, she wasn't wearing scanty with the turnout, so that didn't surprise me.

But what did surprise me was the risque gleaming precious stone 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 blueish jewel. My wife held up a small, shiny, bullet-shaped object that had a forgetful narrow cervix and a flat, round root to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A bottom spark plug !

I gaped at my wife.

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

I was delighted at the insinuation but in unbelief that she would actually go to such extremes. I actually sputtered, unable to verbalize my opinion, as my married woman continued to grin at me in entertainment."Good overlord, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangled tone."How can you even fit that thing in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her head back and laughed, and the musical audio 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 moment that day, and have been gradually increasing the continuance. Omigod, it took me forever to get the plug into my ass that first off time !"For whatever intellect, Amanda found that hysterical, and there were crying in her oculus as she laughed yet again.

I shook my head incredulously. My wife and I enjoyed a sex lifespan that would've been considered extremely hardcore even by the most veteran smut star topology, but she could still wow me with new thing."You're fully 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 nates spark plug with a storm relief and lowered the minidress over her bottom once more. Everything was abruptly back to normal as she smoothed out the fabric and took my arm."Come on, baby. We don't want to be late to our dinner reservation."

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

"What ?"

"Oh nix. I'm just admiring your cute freckles… and thinking about the butt wad that's currently shoved up your ass."

Amanda blushed at my plainspoken remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate quartz glass goblet, she dabbed her blood red rim with a serviette and casually tossed it onto the floor."sister, would you be a devout and pick 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 remember the diaper, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs spacious beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously mellow on her long pegleg, anyway, but a promptly glance was all I needed to discern that her pussy was naked and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her diaper and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an incredible meal and maintained a everyday conversation throughout the dark. But the thoughts of my wife's long aphrodisiacal legs, smooth pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a butt fireplug proved to be a John Roy Major distraction, as did the dreadful erection in my pants that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the support elbow room in a snarl of arm and brim. She had unzipped my drawers and started giving me a handjob before we were even halfway home, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her pussy. It was a kid miracle that I didn't crash and kill us, but we didn't have the self-control to resist touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lust that we didn't even form it to the bedroom. Instead, we wrestled each former towards the couch, where she relieved me of my habiliment. And I returned the party favor by peeling the mingy minidress over her top dog and tossing it aside. My married woman whimsically twirled as if allowing me to inspect every inch of her scrumptious trunk. The imitation sapphire flashed as her hindquarters passed before my eyes.

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

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

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

I was about to travel rapidly to our bedroom, but Amanda interjected,"Don't bother."

I was like a dog in oestrus, craving to nail Amanda in the butt and ride her bow-wow style again. But her felicity and condom were my priority."It'll hold me 2 seconds,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my wife threw me onto the lounge with a power that was derived as a good deal from physical strength as it was from restlessness. She regarded me with a smoldering intensity and informed me quietly,"I have all the lubrication we need."

Amanda dropped to her human knee and forced my knees apart.

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

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

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd bend over the couch so I could subscribe her from prat. But she turned, facing away from me, while reaching behind to savvy my erecting and line up it with her anus. Then assuming a"skier's view ”, Amanda gently pressed her bottom against my penile tip and hovered there for a moment to valuate my response.

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

I placed my men on my Amanda's hips to manoeuver her movements. There was a legal brief searing pain in the neck as I pierced her anal retentive entrance, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a loving tone to my wife's movement despite the fact that many multitude would view our act"dirty"in every mother wit of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's pelvic arch, I slowly pulled her onto me, deliberate not to jerk her off Libra and keeping a close eye on her reaction, as well. But her only response was to suspire contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my peg across-the-board as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thighs pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely steady down inside of her. She was still leaning forward with a good deal of her weight displaced anteriorly on her substructure. It was unclouded that my wife was still apprehensive to drop her fully weight, but that was ok. I was bequeath to pay her as much tool -- - or as petty -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the globe of her feet onto her heels and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my sexy married woman put on control. The sight of her seat engulfing my erection only to re-emerge was mesmeric. She took me in a trivial bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my operose girth gradually stretch and relax her anatomical sphincter muscularity, and allowing ourselves to enjoy the wonderful, intimate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me truehearted, pumping her muscular second joint and scaling almost the entire duration of my manhood. Though I couldn't see around her body, I could tell apart that she was cupping the undersides of her egotistic chest, and rolling her harden nipple between thumb and index to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

It was the skillful of both globe : being rooted in my wife's beautiful ass and fondling her equally dainty breasts.

Amanda's breathing became more ragged as she started moaning in irregular intervals. Still, save for my hands groping her breast, I remained still and let her set the tread. Her smooth, toned body was emanating a considering measure of heat as she rose and fell on my potent member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully good, backing into me and allowing her hips to fully cut down on my lap.

Amanda emitted a shrill scream as her ass swallowed my putz completely.

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought the trench penetration might be too for her much to wield. But my wife remained seated on me. Her anal retentive brawn were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing More steadily. But rather than shove my hips in an effort to exculpate my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my arms. I held my married woman in a crushing bosom even as I felt her press herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two powerful magnets attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a foresightful while, Amanda and I didn't move. We were more than content to feel our warm bare trunk against each other, and being completely rooted in her bottom was a whizz unlike any former. I could've remained in this position until the end of time, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to move too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my seat forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my understructure firmly planted on the carpeting. Amanda, as a effect, fell gently into a recumb spatial relation against my thorax. She murmured a teasing sound, and I whispered teaching into her ear. Nodding with only the faintest trace of trepidation, she lifted her fundament and placed them atop my second joint.

Then, with her arms fully extended behind her and on their side of meat of my pelvic arch, my wife began slowly sodomizing herself in blow cowgirl.

I clenched my abdominal muscles and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every expression of our anal union. She bucked her pelvic girdle smoothly, raising her bottom until her chiseled midsection was nearly parallel of latitude to the level, then let them sink. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able to down every column inch. The tightness of her sphincter muscles felt superb, comparable to the outflank blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my wife had ever given me.

Amanda grunted and moaned as she pumped her hips more robustly now. Her luxuria matched my own, and I snaked my arms around her consistency to seek out her breasts again. But as my script squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"looseness with my pussy !"

safekeeping my left hand where it was -- - Amanda's tits were just too resistless to abandon -- - I slipped my right index and in-between fingers into her sass. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own saliva as lubrication, I slipped my finger's breadth into her vagina. But the relocation proved unnecessary as Amanda's hole was already sopping wet.

My handwriting on my hot wife's perfect breasts… my fingers in her fond pussy… my cock up her incredible ass… I was, literally, in Heaven !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the full phase of the moon weight of her buns onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my erection like a joystick, and the sluggish clump of skin against pelt sounded with each encroachment. I was helpless, and my cock was harder for it.

But, as common, I could never stave in off coming for long whenever I was naked with my beautiful wife. I had not only longed to riddle her anus, but fantasized filling it to the brim with my cum. And now, I was ready to shoot a replete onus into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

"piece of ass, Mandy,"I moaned."You keep 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 !"

Christ ! How Amanda could butt against me so intensely with mere speech ! But she suffered the consequences by losing control of the situation because I lost control.

I embraced her from behind in a ferocious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprise 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 precipitous smack with each of my controlled bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalise sensation of Amanda's naked body against mine, and of her sphincter muscles wrapped so heavenly around my humanness, caused my lecherousness for her to churn over. My rate quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her pretty ass as if my living depended on it. Amanda's repeated cries of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primal thunder as I pounded into her bottom of the inning repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

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

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

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

The mightily rush made me experience as though I was falling through the floor, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bottom and though that afforded her very little way to maneuver, she was still able to wrestle on my lap, design to coax every last drop from me.

When I finally had no more to commit, all tension abruptly left my body and I sunk into the lounge with a loud, content sigh. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in turn, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to obtain her close, our chests heaving and our trunk steaming from exertion.

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

Though my hard-on was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my wife's anus, the pressure from her inner muscular tissue securing me in place. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely comfortable spoonful stance. I playfully rubbed my nose against the side of meat of her neck and wondered, for the countless time, how any woman could feel so perfect.

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

And that's precisely why making dear to my married woman's ass was so wonderful !