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 depersonalize or demean my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible characteristics -- - in no specific order -- - that, in my baseborn public opinion, place her in the highest echelons of physical beauty.

The first is the flawlessness of her face and the unmarred texture of her naturally tan tegument. I've come to fetishize Amanda's endearing freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of speech of all, but the way her brown eyes always twinkle with mischief, like there's an inside trick that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the world more brilliantly than the sun on my sorry Clarence Day

divagation from her supermodel-like upright tone, people probably notice Amanda's amazing breasts first when she enters the room : 34c… perfect in cast, size, and firmness… perfect in every way ! Amanda's breasts are obviously magnificent when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snug, sweaty sport bra.

Lastly, of class, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't possess a"burble stub"or an"apple fanny"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to identify her undersurface as such ! No, she flaunts a sleek, super-toned bottom, achieved from strenuous physical exercise at the gym and running 20+ statute mile weekly, that is as unwaveringly as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's breasts, the sight of her bare bottom is an ungodly pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her aphrodisiac yoga drawers.

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

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

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her hair covered most of her nates. However, clad in a cubbyhole sports bra and yoga pants that left short to the imagination, it was difficult not to notice the rip off muscles of my married woman's V-shaped upper torso. Her body was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a model of health and fitness. But my eyes insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

That ass… my god… that unbelievable, perfective ass…

I stood in the middle of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The mere sight of her bottom, especially in those sexy yoga bloomers, made me harder than baseball field. I was so engrossed by its ne plus ultra that I didn't recognize she had shut off the water until she turned around.

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

I blushed."Yea… uh… actually, I was, Mandy."At that, her freckled nerve turned a darker shade 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 regard to her form.

I quickly glided towards her, placed my script on her articulatio coxae, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her behind, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sump. My burgeoning erection pressed into the crease of her ass as I encircled her with my weapon system. Amanda squealed and attempted to worm away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

The soundness of her bottom… the fuzziness of her hair… even her sweaty fragrance was like an irresistible pheromone.

I rubbed my genital organ against Amanda's behind even harder ; I wanted her to palpate it.

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

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

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

But I required instant gratification.

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

My wife was typically adventuresome in bed. Save for the extremely flaky, there wasn't anything that she wasn't willing to try at to the lowest degree once. We often watched porn together, dabbled with sex toys, and even practiced sparkle thralldom while taking turns being the"dom/domme"and"sub ”. But there were 2 specific boundaries that she unyieldingly maintained.

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

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

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

My wife grunted irritably, snapping me out of my thoughts, and immediately pushed me away."baby, you know how I feel about that."

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

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

Almost.

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

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

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

"Jesus, Mandy. Are you going to make 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 bottom against my crotch. I was so stimulated that my penis was vertical in my pants, and its undersurface was pinned along her upright flexure. I began to shift my dead body against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

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

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

"payoff off the leg covering,"I whispered."I want to lay down love to you right wing 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 love it…. Good Shepherd, that feels good…. mmm, so good…. doodly-squat, Mandy, if you don't stop I'm going to irrupt in my pants."I was so out of control that I was talking like a foul-mouthed sailor.

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

Amanda wiggled her hip joint, and that was my slant 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 weapon system automatically snaked around her body. A lesser cleaning woman wouldn't have tolerated how harshly I squeezed her boob, but my wife merely cackled as I used her entire body to pleasure myself.

When I was finally spent, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in stark skepticism that I had used her ass -- - and to a lesser extent, her white meat -- - to get off. I moved awkwardly, afraid to get the foul pickle in my pants all over myself. My wife took one looking at 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 cigarette 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 go out the kitchen, however, she stopped to expect at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower now. Come join me."It was a statement, not a request."Maybe I can clean you up before we make another mess."

My erection instantaneously returned.

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A calendar week later, Amanda and I were getting set for a dinner date with my practiced friend Dimitri and his new lady friend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the world-class sentence. Dimitri was as dearest to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to throw a soundly impression on Kate for his saki. I was in our walk-in water closet searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I look ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky black mini-dress. Composed of a very gentle and stretchy material, the mini-dress was so thin and form-fitting that that it was like another layer of skin. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed tending to Amanda's eye-popping cleavage. The bottom of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thighs, showing off am exorbitant amount of her fabulously modulate smuggler's legs. Combined with the stiletto heel that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her leg appear obscenely long.

Despite Amanda's assortment of sexiness, I was once again enthralled by her unbelievable ass. The way the minidress swaddled it so snuggly like plastic wrapper was like a powerful magnet that I could not tear my optic 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 grade. I had purchased it for a surprise dinner escort [ refers to"Mandy's Sexcapade : Pantyless & Proud"]. Now, 1 youngster and a few years later, my wife somehow appeared insanely red-hot wearing it now compared to the first time.

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

motherhood did not smash my wife's figure in the to the lowest degree bit. She was clearly getting better with sentence, just like fine wine-colored. 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 thanksgiving and a curse for a charwoman to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her intelligence service, wry mother wit of humor, and overall charm, it easily outshined her physical attributes, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

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

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

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

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

My wife stepped to the privy swallow hole and promptly leaned over it. With her case inch from the mirror and her upper berth one-half analog to the base, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't crystalize enough, she reached back with one had to spread her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

I came right up to Amanda from tush. She brought her expression to mine, and we kissed like 2 tempestuous animals succumbing to their fundamental needs. Gripping my hard-on like a sword, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her vertical crease.

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

My wife received no arguments as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a minuscule raspy, I palmed the spinal column of her mind to draw Amanda to stare at herself in the mirror."picket as I bang the hell out of you,"I growled.

Amanda and I had 3 specifics situation where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the shower, and outdoor on a clear and sunny day. Currently, her eyes were as spacious as her mouth as we gazed at our own reflection while making erotic love. But I happened to entrance muckle of her puckered golf hole as I glanced down.

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

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

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

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

To my utmost disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her kitty-cat and excitement filled my thoughts as I brought the tip of my hard-on to Amanda's anus.

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

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

Goddamn, she's got a sozzled ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my teeth as I was barely able to fit my bulbous head in halfway. It wasn't that my erection was a beastly sizing ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even mingy. But the great deal of my rooster partially buried in her ass so visually stimulating -- -- there simple fact that I was finally having anal retentive sex with my wife so tickle pink -- - that it was deserving the physical discomfort.

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

Amanda's expression quickly changed from pinch to outright suffering, 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 deplorable, Mandy ! Are you ok ? I'm so sorry !"

My married woman bore a painful facial expression, one that I had never seen before and tore at my heart, as she pulled her garb 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 amercement !"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 service department. Her demeanor also softened, and she was back to her bubbly, talkative self by the clip we were on the road. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attempt at anal sex for the remainder of the night.

I felt like such a frightful husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me betimes the next morning. It was Sunday -- - my day to sleep in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my side and tried to come down back asleep.

Then the gentle shaking happened again.

Curious, I opened my eyes and lifted my school principal. 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 clear that she was stifling laughter.

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

Amanda rolled to confront me, and there were genuine tears in her eyes."I'm sorry, babe. I was trying hard not to waken you."

My annoyance instantly evaporated. There was nothing my married woman could ever do to chafe me."It's ok, Mandy. What are you reading ?"

She flushed in embarrassment."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"chronicle so much. But we both had our vice."Oh yea ? Any good sex scenes ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, silly. You know, the silicone 1 that start humble and get bad ?"

"Like the single in the erotica video that we watched the other day."

Amanda let that passport."Anal astragal can be less painful than fingers,"she continued in a scholarly tone that was endearing and absolutely adorable,"since you can tone the amount of stretch with the size of the bead. 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 information from ? Did you actually research this hooey ?"

Her formulation was angelic."I'm recital about it in my romance novel."I was about to utter a raw comment when she continued animatedly,"I have to be fair, babe. It actually felt secure when you were in… there… at first."My eyes widened."But then I got kind of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to pain, and I felt like I was losing restraint of my consistence and that everything inside was going to shoot out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much more get over and added,"Not to sound ever more nauseate, but I also read that kissing and licking a adult female back there can facilitate to inhibit those reflex response before anal penetration. If you do it the powerful way."She paused to let that lapse in.

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

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

Our conversation had me hard 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 least, going to featherbed in some very incredible break of the day sex. But Amanda glanced at the time and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was early Sunday morning, which meant it was time for her to meet with her training group for another 10 mile run in the hill.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patent stupefy smiles. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert t-shirts as a nightie, and null else salve for a duo of pink scanty. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her athletic chassis and hugged the curve of her nates perfectly. Most women who dressed themselves nicely couldn't equivalence with my wife's rude dish showtime thing in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her landing strip naked and don her run garb : a snug sports bra and sloshed leg covering, an getup that would undoubtedly have anyone within a 100ft radius to stare at her and drool. My wife tied her hair into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the lips, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to conform to her training group.

Before Amanda could leave behind, however, I called her name and she halted. communicating 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, infant. We didn't know what we were doing and, like I said, I was scared and couldn't relax."Then she smirked."And you're just so big that I couldn't fit you."

I sighed and gazed at Amanda in adoration. I freely admitted that my manhood was average-sized and not some overgrow monstrosity, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to appease my guilt. The gesture warmed my gist, 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 better for next time."She turned and was suddenly gone.

Next time ?

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

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

workweek later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her accustomed sports bra and leggings again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over clip. While we normally spent about 2 hr here, we usually separated to follow our own end. I concentrated more on upper torso strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on lower body and toning.

I was currently seated in a dresser insistence motorcar, but Amanda was just approaching the"Roman president ”, much to my delectation. She placed her jail cell earphone and piddle nursing bottle on the felt up floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the ground with her spine straight and blazonry crossed in an"X"over her ample chest. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a pure upside"V"before extending back to her original berth. This particular workout targeted her lower cover and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded view of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"Roman chairperson"was stationed at the front of the gym in authorize view. I humorously wondered if its strategical location had been on purpose as I ceased my exercise to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me hard, and I almost didn't care if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling mischievous, I withdrew my cellular telephone 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 back it. After reading my subject matter, she responded without turning back to me : ripe. Because I have a surprise for you later ! LOL !

Oh, how my married woman loved to tease ! But this meter, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a bunch of guy cable staring at your ass with me. Should I institutionalise them admission ? Shit, the dude next to me looks like he's about to blow his loading !

Amanda's ponytail flapped adorably as she shook her foreland in exasperation. Whatever. She tossed her cellular telephone earphone back onto the floor.

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

Nor did the oculus of the numerous men around me.

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

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her hairsbreadth. Lathering my hands with a bar of liquid ecstasy, I pressed my privates into her bottom as I reached around to lather her engorged knocker. At 34c, they were a smattering and extremely firm, but were too slippery as I tried to pinch them hard… which only fanned my lust even more. My married woman cooed softly and smiled, but remained silent and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the integral straw man of her body with suds, working from her illustrious breasts and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridges of her abdominal muscle brawn with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth curves of her hips and the firmness of her mesomorphic second joint. I then traced back around and found my hands on Amanda's bottom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was the awesome matter about shower sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the bedroom, but my married woman was often willing to be much more depraved here in the shower. bring through for under the brilliantly sun and clear blue sky, there was no other place where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to advert, there was just something very hardheaded about being able to houseclean up immediately after making a filthy great deal !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's scrumptious ass after using it to wank, I suddenly recalled the comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her rarity was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to experience it. And while I wanted to hold our sex life unused, Thomas More than anything I just wanted to construct my wonderful wife happy.

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

My wife 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 bastard before I shove my lingua in it."

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

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

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

I gave my wife's anus a long, ho-hum lick.

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be dependable, I had to fight back some initial revulsion as the tip of my tongue made contact with Amanda's back door 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 odium. In fact, her ass tasted the like as her lips or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a little deranged 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 entire body twitched as I rolled my tongue and inserted it, and her shrill squeal of ebullience only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this Sooner ?

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

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

"corporate 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 reason ? I quickly jumped out of the cascade and retrieved a towel before Amanda shut the water system off. Then I savored the moment as I toweled her off before drying myself, and excitedly led her to our bedroom.

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

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

My reception was a deadening murmur into her chthonian region.

I licked and slurped noisily. My inhibitions had totally dissipated as I rimmed my wife with the like fervor as if I was kissing her or performing cunnilingus. But Amanda suddenly shifted, prostrating herself on the bed with her face turned as she reached back to 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."

darn, 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 heart in response. As bottom undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 fingerbreadth into her sly pussy.

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

keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger's breadth of my other paw into my mouth to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the side of her passably face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me pry my glistening digit into her ass. Her entire body trembled and her sphincter heftiness contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th senses told me to restrain. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the speedy rebellion and falling of her shoulders. Her internal brawn clenched around my fingerbreadth like some kind of obscene Chinese finger trap, but gradually relaxed as did her breathing. Taking this as a signboard, I began sliding my fingerbreadth in and out of both cakehole in an alternating motion, careful to keep back a steady but blue rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slither my heart finger's breadth into her anus along with my index number finger. But my wife was still closely in her back door in stark contrast to her kitty, which was so wet and loose that I could've driven a truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my midsection fingerbreadth 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 jam, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottle of personal lubricant and a set of anal retentive beading ! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in coloration and composed entirely of elastic silicone. The number 1 pearl was only the sizing 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 pectus, as I knew that, despite the innumerable sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge step for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her keister 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 beads and paused to let her physical structure 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 bladelike sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained ascendency of her organic structure and of the situation."right hand there, babe… the right way there."

I went no encourage than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the drop rubbed against her sphincter rampart and stretched her back door. Once I had established her solace zona, I reached under to touch my wife… to massage her engorged clit… to decipher my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack… to represent with her swollen knocker and tweak her nipples as her brilliant boob dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, pussycat, ass, it didn't matter… but the visual modality Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal joy provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My rid handwriting shifted from her firm breasts back to her kitty-cat again as I continued to skid the anal drop in her anus. I could fit almost my intact fist into my wife's puss on a typical day, but my 2 digit were, literally, in a fierce competitor with the sex toy for space in her body !

But the competition didn't last long.

I plunged my digits and anal beads into both holes several 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 opposite hand. Grinning, I scooted following to my wife and playfully nest my nose at the groundwork of her neck. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her rachis to regard me solemnly that I noticed the immense wet billet on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a grievous way !

Amanda shifted onto her side as I lay adjacent to her and embraced her from behind. In a spoonful position that was so unbelievably well-heeled, her truehearted button pressed into my crotch. I savored the fond touch of her physical structure against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the char whom I loved more than anything in the earthly concern, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

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

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

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

I repeated her statement in my judgement. I'm still a little nervous. But I think I'm ready this time.

She did not vocalize ready.

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

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

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

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my 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 legs and made me completely laborious with only 2 western fence lizard strokes."You've never be able to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to bulge getting in the habit !"

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

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

Amanda slowly reassumed her prostrated place with a feline gracefulness. Taking the bottle of personal lubricator, I scooted behind where her uncomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to render her right cheek an affectionate kiss and then a light, playful slap. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her bottom ; a aphrodisiac invitation, to say the to the lowest degree !

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

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

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

Gripping my erecting at its al-Qaeda, I delicately eased into my married woman's bottom, gliding myself in a bit boost and aware of any uncomfortableness on her persona. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a unshakable rhythm to keep her eubstance slow down. 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 dull friction against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly exquisite, and I couldn't believe that anal retentive sex could feel so pose. It was corresponding experience traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making dear to her throat. I glided my free hand all over her tush and lower back. rather than hurtle toilsome or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my stopcock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

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

"right hand there, baby. That's perfect… right there."Establishing her new comfort geographical zone, I retracted my hips until I was almost completely reposition then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! Right there ! Keep going… right there ! Don't stop !"

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal reactions, I progressively ramped up the yard. I was still careful not to penetrate too deeply or thrust too fast, but I was so fervent in my front that I quickly worked up as sweat. Her tight sphincter muscle muscles gradually relaxed, and seeing my humanity buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the rattling sensations even better.

After only 15 seconds, my torso 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 understand my mind and understood that I was seeking focusing on where to fix my load."Pull out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

I emitted a guttural holloa as I withdrew from Amanda's anal retentive orifice. She immediately flattened herself on the bed as I straddled her and stroked myself feverishly. My aim was truthful, and I showered my love all over my married woman's pert bottom. When I was finally exhausted and panting, I gazed down upon the work of art that I had just created.

Her incredible ass glistened with my semen.

Amanda rolled onto her back, reached up, and pulled me onto her in a violent hug. We held each other nigh and didn't speak for a long prison term. Though we had been married for almost a 10 and enjoyed a fulfilling sex lifetime that would make any couple envious, something profound still managed to transpirate between us.

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

Approximately 2 hebdomad later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a image escort Night in heart and soul metropolis. She was wearing the aphrodisiac black minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any other courteous wearing apparel to wear thin. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how often I enjoyed seeing her bust it.

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

"Yes… form of. I just can't seem to get comfortable."She fidgeted and tugged at the short rump as if attempting to hold in her mythical legs.

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

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

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When we finally arrived at our destination, I pulled into the crowded parking garage and took the start available bit. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to open the passenger door and loan Amanda a hand. She took it and exited awkwardly without her common grace.

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

I was growing pertain, but my wife's cheek split into a racy grin as she glanced about. Then, to my farthest astonishment, Amanda pulled the bottom of the minidress up over her midsection. As common, she wasn't wearing scanty with the outfit, so that didn't surprise me.

But what did surprise me was the blue gleaming gem 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 fundament. But what she extricated wasn't just a dispirited gem. My wife held up a small, burnished, bullet-shaped object that had a short narrow neck and a flat, round pedestal to which the faux lazuline was attached.

A butt quid !

I gaped at my wife.

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

I was delighted at the insinuation but in mental rejection that she would actually go to such extreme. I actually sputtered, unable to express my view, as my wife continued to grin at me in amusement."in effect Divine, Mandy !"I blurted in a stifled tone."How can you even fit that matter in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her psyche back and laughed, and the musical audio echoed in the parking garage so loudly that someone was bound to learn."I've been wearing it since Mon,"she confessed.

"What !"

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

I shook my head incredulously. My wife and I enjoyed a sex animation that would've been considered extremely hardcore even by the most mollify porn star, but she could still wow me with new things."You're full-of-the-moon 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 prat fire hydrant with a surprising ease and lowered the minidress over her bottom once more. Everything was abruptly back to normal as she smoothed out the framework and took my arm."Come on, baby. We don't want to be late to our dinner party reservation."

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I sat across the elegantly set table from Amanda as she perused the fare. My beautiful wife bore that same vivid yet loveable formula that she always did when focusing on something. I gazed at her in latria, but she peeked over the top of the fare and furrowed her brows questioningly.

"What ?"

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

Amanda blushed at my candid input and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate watch crystal goblet, she dabbed her rake red sass with a napkin and casually tossed it onto the storey."sister, would you be a affectionately 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 raise old.

"Of course."As I reached down to recall the table napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs wide beneath the tabular array. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her hanker legs, anyway, but a quick coup d'oeil was all I needed to pick out that her pussy was bare and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her nappy and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an unbelievable repast and maintained a casual conversation throughout the night. But the thought process of my wife's long sexy ramification, suave slit, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a butt plug proved to be a major distraction, as did the atrocious erecting in my drawers that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the support elbow room in a tangle of limb 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 deal while fingering her pussy. It was a pocket-sized miracle that I didn't crash and kill 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 make it to the sleeping room. Instead, we wrestled each former towards the couch, where she relieved me of my article of clothing. And I returned the favor by peeling the tight minidress over her head and tossing it aside. My wife whimsically twirled as if allowing me to visit every inch of her toothsome body. The faux sky-blue flashed as her tail end passed before my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I was like a dog in heat, craving to nail Amanda in the butt and ride her doggy expressive style again. But her happiness and prophylactic were my priority."It'll have me 2 seconds,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

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

Amanda dropped to her knees and forced my knee apart.

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

The cock sucking was unlike any my wife had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the verge of being straight-out violent, it was loud, wet, and extremely waterlogged. She slurped vigorously as a stocky spittle seeped from her sassing and down her Kuki to coat my pig out phallus.

Lubrication, indeed !

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

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

I placed my handwriting on my Amanda's rose hip to guide her movement. There was a brief searing pain as I pierced her anal entrance, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a have it away quality to my married woman's movement despite the fact that many people would deal our act"dirty"in every mother wit of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, careful not to yank her off Libra the Scales and keeping a finis eye on her reaction, as well. But her only reply was to sigh contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my branch wide as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thighs pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely rootle inside of her. She was still leaning forward with very much of her weight displaced anteriorly on her fundament. It was clear that my wife was still worried to cut down her full-of-the-moon exercising weight, but that was ok. I was uncoerced to return her as practically cock -- - or as lilliputian -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the bollock of her groundwork onto her hound and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my sexy wife assume dominance. The sight of her bottom engulfing my erection only to reappear was mesmeric. She took me in a little bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my hard girth gradually stretch and slack up her sphincter muscles, and allowing ourselves to enjoy the wonderful, intimate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me faster, pumping her powerful thighs and scaling almost the entire length of my manhood. Though I couldn't see around her consistency, I could tell that she was cupping the bottom of her swollen breasts, 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 respectable of both creation : 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 insurgent intervals. Still, save for my hands groping her chest, I remained still and let her set the footstep. Her smooth, toned eubstance was emanating a considering amount of heat as she rose and fell on my cockeyed appendage. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully upright, backing into me and allowing her articulatio coxae to fully strike down on my lap.

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

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought the abstruse penetration might be too for her very much to handle. 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 thrust my hips in an effort to discharge my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my arms. I held my wife in a quelling embrace even as I felt her jam herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two mightily attractive feature attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a long while, Amanda and I didn't move. We were Thomas More than mental object to feel our lovesome naked consistency against each early, and being completely rooted in her bottom was a sense unlike any other. I could've remained in this lieu until the end of clock time, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to move too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my bottom forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my fundament firmly planted on the carpet. Amanda, as a final result, fell gently into a reclined spatial relation against my chest. She murmured a quizzical strait, and I whispered instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the light hint of trepidation, she lifted her groundwork and placed them atop my thighs.

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

I clenched my abdominal muscles and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every aspect of our anal retentive union. She bucked her hip smoothly, raising her bottom until her chiseled midriff was nearly parallel to the trading floor, then let them settle. Like before, she gradually worked my turncock into her anus until it was able-bodied to run through every inch. The tightness of her sphincter muscles felt superb, like to the outflank cock sucking, tittyfuck, or handjob that my wife had ever given me.

Amanda grunted and moaned as she pumped her hips more robustly now. Her lust matched my own, and I snaked my blazonry around her dead body to essay out her breasts again. But as my bridge player squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"free rein with my cunt !"

guardianship my left hand where it was -- - Amanda's tits were just too irresistible to empty -- - I slipped my proper index and middle finger into her mouth. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own saliva as lubrication, I slipped my digit into her vagina. But the relocation proved unnecessary as Amanda's cakehole was already sopping wet.

My hand on my hot married woman's perfect breasts… my fingers in her warm pussy… my dick up her incredible ass… I was, literally, in heaven !

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

But, as usual, I could never stave in off sexual climax for long whenever I was naked with my beautiful married woman. I had not only longed to penetrate her anus, but fantasized filling it to the brim with my cum. And now, I was ready to interpose a full load into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

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

messiah ! How Amanda could edge me so intensely with mere word ! But she suffered the effect by losing control of the site because I lost control.

I embraced her from behind in a furious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprise as she was suddenly ineffective to move. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my clemency -- - as I began to shove up into her HARD. The impact of our dead body went from a sluggish clunk to a sharper skag with each of my controlled bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalising hotshot of Amanda's naked soundbox against mine, and of her sphincter muscleman wrapped so heavenly around my manhood, caused my lustfulness 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 war cry of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primal holla as I pounded into her buttocks repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

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

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

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

The muscular surge made me feel as though I was falling through the floor, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's hind end and though that afforded her very trivial elbow room to maneuver, she was still able to squirm on my lap, intent to coax every last driblet from me.

When I finally had no more to sacrifice, all tenseness abruptly left my consistency and I sunk into the couch with a loud, substance sigh. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in turn, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to take hold her skinny, our chest of drawers heaving and our physical structure steaming from exertion.

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 force per unit area from her privileged muscles securing me in berth. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely prosperous spoonful spatial relation. I playfully rubbed my nozzle against the position of her neck and wondered, for the countless time, how any adult female could finger so perfect.

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

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