Prologue

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

This is, by no means, intended to objectify or demean my married woman, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible characteristic -- - in no particular society -- - that, in my modest feeling, place her in the in high spirits echelons of strong-arm beauty.

The showtime is the flawlessness of her brass and the unblemished texture of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's endearing freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of all, but the way her brown heart always twinkle with mischief, like there's an interior joke that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the humans more brilliantly than the sun on my coloured mean solar day

digression from her supermodel-like good face, citizenry probably comment Amanda's amazing breasts first when she enters the room : 34c… perfective in shape, size, and firmness… perfect in every way ! Amanda's breasts are obviously glorious when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a cubbyhole, sweaty athletics bra.

Lastly, of path, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My married woman doesn't possess a"bubble tush"or an"Malus pumila fundament"; 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 underside, achieved from straining physical exercise at the gym and running 20+ Roman mile weekly, that is as firm as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's tit, the slew of her bare merchant ship is an ungodly pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga pants.

Ah, how I adore my married woman's unbelievable ass…

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

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her hair covered nearly of her backside. However, clad in a snug sports bra and yoga bloomers that left lilliputian to the imagination, it was difficult not to point out the well-defined muscles of my married woman's V-shaped amphetamine body. Her consistency 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 incredible, perfective ass…

I stood in the eye of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The mere sight of her arse, especially in those aphrodisiac yoga pants, made me harder than rhomb. I was so engrossed by its perfection that I didn't realize she had shut off the H2O until she turned around.

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

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

Amanda threw a dishcloth 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 hips, and spun her around. Driving my private parts into her behind, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sink. My burgeoning erection pressed into the crimp of her ass as I encircled her with my arms. Amanda squealed and attempted to squirm away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

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

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

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

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

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

But I required split second gratification.

"I can't postponement,"I confessed in a pained tonicity."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you redress now."Amanda's luscious bottom had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next Son without mentation, and immediately regretted it :"I want to twist you over this sink and nail down your ass."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda rolled her eyes with a feel of immense disgust that almost killed the climate and shriveled my engorged penis to its master sizing.

Almost.

"dish antenna are done, I'm going to subscribe to a exhibitor,"she hastily announced.

But I kept her pinned against the kitchen cesspool."What if I just bend you over and take your twat 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 married woman was relishing the absolute superpower that she wielded over me.

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

Amanda was amused by my pitiful despair but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her bottom against my crotch. I was so turned on that my member was erect in my trouser, and its underside was pinned along her upright crease. I began to dislodge my body against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

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

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

"Take off the leging,"I whispered."I want to seduce bang to you right now."

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

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

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

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

"OH….FUCK !"

A powerful climax surged between my legs as I dry-humped my wife's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my arm automatically snaked around her body. A lesser fair sex wouldn't have tolerated how raspingly I squeezed her boob, but my wife merely cackled as I used her full body to pleasure myself.

When I was finally spent, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in emit mental rejection that I had used her ass -- - and to a lesser extent, her titty -- - to get off. I moved awkwardly, afraid to get the foul flock in my pants all over myself. My wife took one flavor at me and chortled.

"This isn't funny story !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

"Um, no. I am most certainly not."Dry-humping my wife's butt was like tittyfucking her : heavenly in every way imaginable.

My eyes were drawn back to Amanda's ass as she strode past me. Just as she was about to exit the kitchen, however, she stopped to search at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower now. Come join me."It was a statement, not a asking."Maybe I can clean 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 escort with my in effect admirer Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the inaugural meter. Dimitri was as dearest to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to make a good impression on Kate for his sake. I was in our walk-in water closet searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I front ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky smutty mini-dress. Composed of a very subdued and stretchy textile, the mini-dress was so reduce and form-fitting that that it was like another layer of skin. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attending to Amanda's fulgurous cleavage. The bottom of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thighs, showing off am exorbitant sum of money of her fabulously modulate runner's legs. Combined with the stiletto heels that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her peg appear obscenely long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was both a blessing and a curse for a woman to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humbleness was endearing. Along with her intelligence agency, wry mother wit of humor, and overall charm, it easily outshined her physical dimension, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

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

My wife threw an even more mischievous smiling my way as she turned and sauntered into the lav without advance comment. With a bulge in my pants and my gist thumping knockout, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to involve me demurely as she pulled the bottom the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

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

My wife stepped to the bathroom sink and promptly leaned over it. With her look inches from the mirror and her upper half parallel of latitude to the flooring, Amanda waggled her rump seductively. As if her invitation wasn't clear enough, she reached back with one had to spread her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

I came right up to Amanda from hind end. She brought her aspect to mine, and we kissed like 2 natural state animals succumbing to their central needs. Gripping my erecting like a sword, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her vertical crease.

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

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

Amanda and I had 3 specific places where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the shower, and outdoor on a clear-cut and sunny day. Currently, her eyes were as wide as her mouth as we gazed at our own mirror image while making love. But I happened to catch great deal of her pucker muddle as I glanced down.

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

Amanda flinched and she stared at me hard through the john mirror but remained still 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 formula 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 electric daze. Her headspring and spine instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the entrance of her anus reflexively constricted. I couldn't believe that my fingertip had elicited such a striking reaction !

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

To my utmost disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her puss and turmoil filled my thoughts 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 nervous expression in the mirror as I began to infiltrate her, but winced when her internal muscles automatically contracted at my intrusion.

Goddamn, she's got a tight ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my teeth as I was barely able to fit my bulbous head in halfway. It wasn't that my erection was a beastly size of it ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even tighter. But the visual modality of my cock partially buried in her ass so visually stimulating -- -- there simple fact that I was finally having anal sex with my married woman so thrilling -- - that it was worth the physical discomfort.

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

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

"babe, you're hurting me !"

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

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

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

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

I immediately grew silent, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the woman whom I loved more than life itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and Forth River to walk 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 sentence we were on the route. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st try at anal sex for the rest of the night.

I felt like such a ugly husband.

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

Then the soft vibration happened again.

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

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

I asked glibly,"ripe Koran ya got there ?"

Amanda rolled to face me, and there were genuine tears in her eye."I'm sorry, babe. I was trying hard not to come alive you."

My annoyance instantly evaporated. There was nothing my wife could ever do to vex 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"write up so lots. But we both had our vices."Oh yea ? Any good sex conniption ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, silly. You know, the silicone 1 that start small and get bigger ?"

"Like the ones in the erotica TV that we watched the other day."

Amanda let that qualifying."Anal pearl can be less painful than fingerbreadth,"she continued in a scholarly tone that was endearing and absolutely adorable,"since you can modulate the measure of stretchiness with the sizing of the beads. And we definitely should've used lubricant yesterday, too !"

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

Her expression was saintlike."I'm indication about it in my romance novel."I was about to emit a crude scuttlebutt when she continued animatedly,"I have to be dependable, baby. It actually felt near when you were in… there… at first."My heart widened."But then I got variety of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to anguish, and I felt like I was losing control condition of my body and that everything inside was going to film out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much more stamp down and added,"Not to sound ever more disgust, but I also read that kissing and licking a adult female back there can assist to bottle up those reflex response before anal insight. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that sink in.

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

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

Our conversation had me hard as a rock 'n' roll, and even though I was smart decent to realize that we weren't going to attempt anal retentive sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very least, going to mollycoddle 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 William Ashley Sunday morning, which meant it was prison term for her to adjoin with her training group for another 10 international nautical mile run in the Alfred Hawthorne.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented daze smiles. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert t-shirts as a nightie, and nothing else spare for a pair of pink scanty. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her athletic framing and hugged the curve of her backside perfectly. about women who dressed themselves nicely couldn't comparison with my wife's natural beauty first thing in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her strip defenseless and don her running attire : a snug sports bra and tight leggings, an kit that would undoubtedly cause anyone within a 100ft spoke to gaze at her and bilgewater. My married woman tied her fuzz into a precious ponytail and kissed me on the lips, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to meet her training group.

Before Amanda could will, however, I called her epithet 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 worship. I freely admitted that my humanness was average-sized and not some overgrow lusus naturae, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to assuage my guilt. The motion warmed my nitty-gritty, and I hugged my wife fiercely, afraid to let go because I knew I didn't deserve her."I love you so much, Mandy."

"I love you, too. At least we'll know right for next time."She turned and was suddenly gone.

Next time ?

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

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

Weeks later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary play bra and leging again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over fourth dimension. While we normally spent about 2 hours here, we usually separated to follow up on our own end. I concentrated more on speed body strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on scummy trunk and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"roman type chair ”, much to my delight. She placed her cell headphone and water bottle on the felt up floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the ground with her backrest straight and arms crossed in an"X"over her ample chest of drawers. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a staring upside"V"before extending back to her original attitude. This particular physical exercise targeted her humble back and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded aspect of her unbelievable ass every sentence she bent forward.

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

The"roman chairman"was stationed at the figurehead of the gym in make view. I humorously wondered if its strategical location had been on function as I ceased my utilization 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 cell and sent her a playful text.

I'm staring at your ass right now, and I'm using it as inspiration for my workout.

Amanda's cellphone vibrated, and I watched as she paused to retrieve it. After reading my message, she responded without turning back to me : Good. Because I have a surprise for you later ! LOL !

Oh, how my wife loved to tease ! But this time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a bunch of guys staring at your ass with me. Should I tear them admission ? Shit, the dude next to me looks like he's about to squander his onus !

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

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

Nor did the center 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 exhibitioner together. There probably wasn't anything I enjoyed more in sprightliness -- - aside from making love to my beautiful wife and staring at her unbelievable ass -- - than bathing with her. The combining of being wet and naked with Amanda was a wondrous thing, indeed !

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

My hands covered the entire front line of her body with soapsuds, working from her illustrious bosom and down to her pot, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridges of her abdominal brawniness with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth breaking ball of her hips and the soundness of her mesomorphic thigh. I then traced back around and found my hands on Amanda's bottom.

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

The soap had rinsed from my handwriting, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palms all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the relief of her consistence and, literally, resembled a study of art as the glistening water flowed over it. Unable to help myself, I pinned the undersurface of my rock-hard hard-on along her erect 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 ? Fuck, that drove me so crazy."

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to undulate her bottom against my privates 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 movements with my own, and knew that I would cum before too long.

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

That was the awesome matter about exhibitioner sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the sleeping accommodation, but my married woman was often leave to be much more debauch here in the shower. Save for under the hopeful sun and illuminate blue sky, there was no other place where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to name, there was just something very hard-nosed about being able to make clean up immediately after making a filthy spate !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's delicious ass after using it to fuck off, I suddenly recalled the comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curio was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to experience it. And while I wanted to hold on our sex lifetime impertinent, to a greater extent than anything I just wanted to make my wonderful wife glad.

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

My married woman loved dirty sex lecture, so I didn't hold back."I'm going to osculate that reasonably ass of yours, then I'm going to lick your asshole before I shove my lingua in it."

Amanda started to plow 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 solve 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 hold in her inflammation. My sassing watered.

I gave my wife's anus a long, slow lick.

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be honest, I had to fight back some initial revulsion as the tip of my spit made contact lens with Amanda's backdoor entry. The simple cerebration of rimming someone, even my married woman, 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 lips or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a little craze from adrenaline, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my face between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a banquet. Amanda's entire body twitched as I rolled my tongue and inserted it, and her shrill squeal of enthusiasm only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this sooner ?

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

I shook my drumhead emphatically ; I was having too much fun to kibosh and relocate.

"trustingness me, I'm enjoying this way Thomas 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 supply 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 bedroom, Amanda immediately crawled onto our bed on all 4's. With her bare undersurface presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpeting and buried my face into her derriere again. My hunger returned instantly.

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

My answer was a dull grumbling into her nether region.

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

red cent, 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 putz. Amanda cooed and involuntarily waggled her ass before my adoring eyes in reply. As buns undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 fingers into her slickness pussy.

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

Keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger of my other deal into my mouth to wet it. Amanda's eye were closed and the incline of her pretty expression remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening finger's breadth into her ass. Her stallion body trembled and her sphincter muscleman contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th green goddess told me to arrest. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid rising and falling of her shoulders. Her national musculus clenched around my finger like some kind of obscene Chinese finger maw, but gradually relaxed as did her ventilation. Taking this as a star sign, I began sliding my fingers in and out of both holes in an alternating motion, measured to maintain a stiff but gentle rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slide my centre finger into her anus along with my power finger. But my wife was still tight in her backdoor in stark line to her pussy, which was so wet and unleash that I could've driven a truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my heart fingerbreadth merely pressed against its outer rim. I continued with just 1 finger, but Amanda truly did have a surprisal for me.

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottle of personal lubricant and a set of anal retentive beads ! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in coloring material and composed entirely of flexible silicone. The outset beadwork was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly magnanimous until they culminated into a prominent 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 lubricant. My heart was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the uncounted intimate adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge step for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her rear 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 wince. I inserted only 2 beading and paused to let her trunk 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 one-half of the ensiform sex toy.

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

I went no boost than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beads rubbed against her sphincter bulwark and stretched her back doorway. Once I had established her puff zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to knead her ingurgitate clit… to trace my fingertips along the rooftree of her inspiring 6-pack… to play with her swollen breasts and pull off her nipples as her magnificent knocker dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My dick 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 pleasure provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My absolve paw shifted from her firm breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slither the anal retentive drop in her anus. I could fit almost my entire fist into my wife's pussycat on a typical day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a fierce competition with the sex toy for blank space in her body !

But the competition didn't endure long.

I plunged my digits and anal beads into both hole several more times before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the roof and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My fingers glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opponent hand. Grinning, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nuzzled my nose at the foot of her neck. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to regard me solemnly that I noticed the immense wet bit on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a severe way !

Amanda shifted onto her side as I lay next to her and embraced her from behind. In a spoon attitude that was so unbelievably well-off, her firm button pressed into my genitals. I savored the warm touch sensation of her organic structure 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 between sleep and wakefulness for a while until Amanda snapped me panoptic awake with a whisper :"I'm quick 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 More than happy to do. But the tone of her voice indicated something more. My sum suddenly beat faster with upheaval."Mandy, are you for sure ? I mean, after what happened final stage time…"

She rolled to front me."I'm still a fiddling anxious. But I think I'm ready this time."

I repeated her statement in my head. I'm still a petty flighty. But I think I'm quick this prison term.

She did not voice ready.

"I don't know,"I began with uncertainness."You never wanted to try anal until I kept begging and begging, and finally talked you into it. And you hated every mo 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 retentive play in such a clinical whole tone."I feel like I have control of my consistence 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 take in that Mandy didn't really want to try it again, but was will to let me bugger her once more than out of pure love.

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

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

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

Amanda reached between my legs and made me completely hard with only 2 Gustavus Franklin Swift CVA."You've never be able to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to bug out getting in the drug abuse !"

The present moment of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our foreheads together in another sign of unyielding erotic love."Mandy, are you really sure about this ? I don't want to spite you again, and I sure as snake pit don't want you to hate me."

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

Amanda slowly reassumed her prostrate status with a felid gracefulness. Taking the bottle of personal lubricant, I scooted behind where her incomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to give her right cheek an affectionate kiss and then a light, playful slap. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her ass ; 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 time, the experience was MUCH different for both of us.

We sighed contently as my helmet-head slide into Amanda. I could find her sphincter muscles squeezing around my cinch ever-so-slightly, but nowhere near as uncontrollably as during our initial foray. Except for the prevision, she didn't appear to be in any distress, nor was I caught up in a screen, sex-crazed luxuria like previously.

Gripping my hard-on at its base, I delicately eased into my wife's rear, gliding myself in a bit advance and mindful of any uncomfortableness on her part. Amanda remained still, but I heard her ventilation in a unfaltering beat to maintain her consistence 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 petty more."

The slow rubbing against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly exquisite, and I couldn't believe that anal retentive sex could feel so astonish. It was like experiencing traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making honey to her pharynx. I glided my detached bridge player all over her butt and turn down back. Rather than thrust hard or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my cock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

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

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

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

After only 15 mo, my eubstance required release.

However, I still wasn't sure of Amanda's limit when it pertained to orgasming in her rectum."I'm going to cum !"I warned her frantically."I'm going to cum !"

But Amanda could always read my intellect and understood that I was seeking counsel on where to deposit my load."clout out,"she instructed."I want to sense you all over my ass !"

I emitted a guttural roar as I withdrew from Amanda's anal opening. She immediately flattened herself on the bed as I straddled her and stroked myself feverishly. My aim was straight, and I showered my love life all over my wife's pert butt. When I was finally spent and panting, I gazed down upon the oeuvre of art that I had just created.

Her unbelievable ass glistened with my semen.

Amanda rolled onto her back, reached up, and pulled me onto her in a furious hug. We held each former finish and didn't speak for a long time. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex life that would ca-ca any couple jealous, 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 twenty-four hours that followed, but we didn't attack anal again. While I was hopeful, I wasn't overthrow when she didn't bring it up. My married woman had already done more for me than any husband could rightfully expect, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything more than. If Amanda wanted to experience anal sex again, she would ask ; if not, our love wouldn't be any risky for the deficiency of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a take to date dark in Center City. She was wearing the sexy pitch-black minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any former nice apparel to wear. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how often I enjoyed seeing her wear it.

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

"Yes… variety of. I just can't seem to get comfortable."She fidgeted and tugged at the short nates as if attempting to conceal her mythical legs.

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

My wife snorted in amusement but didn't respond.

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When we finally arrived at our destination, I pulled into the crowded parking garage and took the showtime usable spot. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to open the passenger room access and lend Amanda a mitt. She took it and exited awkwardly without her usual grace.

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

I was growing relate, but my married woman's face split into a naughty grin as she glanced about. Then, to my utmost astonishment, Amanda pulled the bottom of the minidress up over her midsection. As usual, she wasn't wearing panties with the outfit, so that didn't surprise me.

But what did surprise me was the blue gleaming jewel that was lodged in her butt.

"What the… what is that ?"

Amanda laughed out loud as she looked around the parking service department again. After making certain that there was no one else around, she reached towards her bottom. But what she extricated wasn't just a aristocratic jewel. My wife held up a belittled, shiny, bullet-shaped physical object that had a myopic narrow neck and a flat, round base to which the faux azure 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 unremarkable occurrence."I'm just prepping myself for tonight."

I was delighted at the insinuation but in skepticism that she would actually go to such extreme. I actually sputtered, ineffectual to express my thoughts, as my married woman continued to grin at me in entertainment."Good God Almighty, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangled tone of voice."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 theater sound echoed in the parking garage so loudly that someone was bound to hear."I've been wearing it since Monday,"she confessed.

"What !"

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

I shook my pass incredulously. My wife and I enjoyed a sex life-time that would've been considered extremely hardcore even by the most season smut star, but she could still wow me with new matter."You're full of surprises, 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 footfall and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the butt plug with a surprising rest 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."ejaculate on, babe. We don't want to be late to our dinner reservation."

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

"What ?"

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

Amanda blushed at my candid remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate quartz glass goblet, she dabbed her rakehell red lips with a napkin and casually tossed it onto the trading floor."infant, would you be a dear and pick that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her long eyelashes.

I grin roguishly. This was a secret plan that we had played before [ refers to"Mandy's Sexcapade : Pantyless & Proud"], but one that would never turn old.

"Of course."As I reached down to retrieve the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs all-embracing beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her tenacious legs, anyway, but a quick coup d'oeil was all I needed to discern that her pussy was stark and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her nappy and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an incredible meal and maintained a casual conversation throughout the Nox. But the thoughts of my wife's long sexy legs, smooth pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a butt plug proved to be a major distraction, as did the painful erecting in my pants that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the keep room in a tangle of limb and rim. She had unzipped my pants and started giving me a handjob before we were even midway place, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her pussy. It was a shaver miracle that I didn't crash and toss off us, but we didn't have the willpower to resist touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lust that we didn't even take a crap it to the bedchamber. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the lounge, where she relieved me of my clothing. And I returned the favor by peeling the taut minidress over her head and tossing it aside. My wife whimsically twirled as if allowing me to inspect every inch of her luscious eubstance. The faux cerulean flashed as her tail end passed before my eyes.

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

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

My erecting was, literally, trembling and leaking for my aphrodisiac wife and her hot ass."screwing,"I swore."Give me a sec to get the lube."

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

I was like a dog in estrus, craving to pick up Amanda in the butt and tease her barker style again. But her happiness and safety were my priority."It'll get hold of me 2 second gear,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my wife threw me onto the couch with a force play that was derived as much from physical lastingness 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 knees and forced my knees apart.

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

The blowjob was unlike any my wife had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the verge of being in a flash violent, it was loud, wet, and extremely slapdash. She slurped vigorously as a slurred spittle seeped from her backtalk and down her mentum to coat my engorged member.

Lubrication, indeed !

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

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

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

With my palms still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, heedful not to yank her off Libra the Balance and keeping a stopping point eye on her reaction, as well. But her only response was to sigh contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my legs wide as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her second joint pressed together.

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

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the Ball of her foundation onto her cad and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my aphrodisiac wife assume control. The pot of her prat engulfing my erection only to reappear was hypnotic. She took me in a little bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my hard girth gradually stretch and slack her sphincter heftiness, and allowing ourselves to enjoy the wonderful, insinuate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me debauched, pumping her powerful thighs and scaling almost the entire length of my manhood. Though I couldn't see around her body, I could tell that she was cupping the bottom of her well up 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 good of both worlds : being rooted in my wife's beautiful ass and fondling her equally keen breasts.

Amanda's breathing became more ragged as she started moaning in irregular intervals. Still, save for my hands groping her thorax, I remained still and let her set the rate. Her smooth, toned body was emanating a considering amount of oestrus as she rose and fell on my potent penis. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully upright piano, backing into me and allowing her hips to fully drop on my lap.

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

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a instant I thought the deep penetration might be too for her very much to do by. But my wife remained seated on me. Her anal muscles were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing Sir Thomas More steadily. But rather than force my hips in an exploit to discharge my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my weapon system. I held my wife in a crushing bosom even as I felt her public press herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two right attractor attracted to each other.

We were one.

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

Careful not to run too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my bottom forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my feet firmly planted on the rug. Amanda, as a result, fell gently into a lean back post against my chest of drawers. She murmured a quizzical sound, and I whispered instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the light-headed hint of trepidation, she lifted her foot and placed them atop my thighs.

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

I clenched my abdominal muscularity and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every panorama of our anal union. She bucked her hip joint smoothly, raising her bottom until her well-defined midsection was nearly twin to the story, then let them drop. Like before, she gradually worked my rooster into her anus until it was able to run through every inch. The concentration of her sphincter muscles felt superb, comparable to the best 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 arms around her body to seek out her breast again. But as my bridge player squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"play with my pussy !"

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

My hand on my hot wife's perfective breasts… my fingers in her warm pussy… my cock up her incredible ass… I was, literally, in promised land !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the good weightiness of her bottomland onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my erection like a control stick, and the damp thud of tegument against hide sounded with each impact. I was helpless, and my cock was grueling for it.

But, as usual, I could never stave off orgasm 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 quick to inject a wide load into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

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

Christ ! How Amanda could march me so intensely with mere words ! But she suffered the upshot by losing control of the situation because I lost control.

I embraced her from tooshie 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 encroachment of our body went from a dull thud to a tart smacking with each of my controlled bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the taunt hotshot of Amanda's naked body against mine, and of her anatomical sphincter muscle wrapped so heavenly around my humanness, caused my lust for her to boil over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her fairly ass as if my life depended on it. Amanda's repeated cries of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primal hollering as I pounded into her bottom repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic muscles to keep up the sweet-scented mo, but to no usable."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my wife."I'm gon na cum !"

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

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

The mighty surge made me feel as though I was falling through the floor, and I rolled my psyche back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's behind and though that afforded her very fiddling elbow room to point, she was still capable to squirm on my lap, intent to wheedle every last drop from me.

When I finally had no more to make, all tension abruptly left my body and I sunk into the couch with a loud, subject matter suspiration. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in act, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to hold her finish, our chests heaving and our bodies steaming from effort.

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

Though my erecting was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my wife's anus, the insistency from her privileged muscles securing me in plaza. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each early, and lay in an extremely well-to-do spoon status. I playfully rubbed my nose against the side of meat of her neck opening and wondered, for the countless time, how any char could feel so perfect.

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

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