Prologue

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

This is, by no substance, intended to externalise or demean my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 touchable feature -- - in no specific order -- - that, in my humble opinion, place her in the highest echelons of physical beauty.

The initiatory is the flawlessness of her nerve and the unblemished texture of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's lovely freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of all, but the way her brown eyes always twinkle with roguishness, like there's an indoors joke that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the world more brilliantly than the sun on my darkest days

Aside from her supermodel-like dear looks, masses probably observance Amanda's amazing breasts first when she enters the way : 34c… perfect in shape, size, and firmness… perfect in every way ! Amanda's white meat are obviously glorious when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a cubby, sweaty variation bra.

Lastly, of course, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My married woman doesn't posse a"burble stooge"or an"Malus pumila tush"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to describe her behind as such ! No, she flaunts a sleek, super-toned tail, achieved from strenuous workouts at the gym and running 20+ miles weekly, that is as firm as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's breasts, the sight of her bare bottomland is an ungodly pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga pants.

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

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

I stared at Amanda in wonderment. Her hair covered to the highest degree of her backside. However, clad in a close mutation bra and yoga drawers that left piffling to the imaginativeness, it was hard not to notice the chiseled muscleman of my wife's V-shaped upper torso. Her consistence was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a simulation of health and seaworthiness. But my eyes insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

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

I stood in the center of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The bare sight of her merchant ship, especially in those aphrodisiac yoga trouser, made me harder than diamond. I was so engrossed by its idol that I didn't realize she had shut off the body of water until she turned around.

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

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

Amanda threw a dishrag that narrowly missed my head."You're horribly, you know that ?"But she was smiling and clearly appreciated my attentiveness to her form.

I quickly glided towards her, placed my hands on her hips, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her behind, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen cesspool. My burgeoning erection pressed into the seam of her ass as I encircled her with my arms. Amanda squealed and attempted to wriggle away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

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

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

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

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

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

But I required exigent gratification.

"I can't hold,"I confessed in a pained tone."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you correct now."Amanda's luscious prat had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next words without thinking, and immediately regretted it :"I want to bend you over this sink and nail down your ass."

My married woman was typically adventuresome in bed. Save for the extremely eccentric, there wasn't anything that she wasn't willing to try at least once. We often watched porn together, dabbled with sex toys, and even practiced visible radiation 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 geographical zone ”, which essentially meant that I was forbidden to cum anywhere above her cervix. To put it succinctly, she would not finish my blowjob by swallowing or allowing me to jack up off near her face. I never pushed the topic. After all, oral sex was already an confidant act that required a great heap of trust between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing semen grotesque, much less wearing it on her face ! 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 story. Unfortunately, her 2nd sexual expulsion was anal sex. Each time I would fetch it up or even hedge around the issue, 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 than I craved it. Her ass was so absurdly perfect that sodomizing it became an obsession. Sure, traditional vaginal sex, as well as oral exam sex, with my wife was as incredible as ever, but every time she was raw or simply walked by, I couldn't helper but dream about poking her in the butt.

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

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

Amanda rolled her eyes with a expression of immense disgust that almost killed the temper and shriveled my engorge penis to its original size.

Almost.

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

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

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

"Jesus of Nazareth, Mandy. Are you going to throw me get on my knees and beg ? Because I will."

Amanda was amused by my deplorable despair but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her bottom against my private parts. I was so aroused that my phallus was tumid in my pants, and its bottom was pinned along her vertical kris. I began to lurch my body against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

I emitted a prolonged moan."Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk….that look SO good…."

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

"return off the leg covering,"I whispered."I want to make lie with to you right now."

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

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

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

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

"OH….FUCK !"

A right culmination surged between my pegleg as I dry-humped my married woman's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my arm automatically snaked around her soundbox. A lesser charwoman wouldn't have tolerated how raspingly I squeezed her chest, but my wife merely cackled as I used her intact consistency to pleasure myself.

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

"This isn't funny !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

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

My centre were drawn back to Amanda's ass as she strode past me. Just as she was about to exit the kitchen, however, she stopped to see at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower now. seed 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 workweek later, Amanda and I were getting cook for a dinner particular date with my best friend Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the number one meter. Dimitri was as dear to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to make a soundly impression on Kate for his rice beer. I was in our waltz closet searching for a courteous shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I wait ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky black mini-dress. Composed of a very subdued and stretchy material, the mini-dress was so thin and form-fitting that that it was like another level of cutis. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed care to Amanda's eye-popping segmentation. The bottom of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thighs, showing off am outrageous amount of money of her fabulously tone runner's legs. Combined with the stiletto heels that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her ramification appear obscenely long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was both a blessing and a curse for a woman to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her intelligence, wry sense of humor, and boilersuit charm, it easily outshined her strong-arm dimension, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

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

My wife threw an even more mischievous smile my way as she turned and sauntered into the bathroom without further comment. With a bulge in my pants and my substance thumping hard, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to see me demurely as she pulled the bottom 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 bathroom sinkhole and promptly leaned over it. With her case inches from the mirror and her speed one-half parallel to the floor, Amanda waggled her fundament 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 arse. She brought her font to mine, and we kissed like 2 barbarian animals succumbing to their primal motive. Gripping my erection like a steel, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her upright crease.

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

My wife received no literary argument as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a lilliputian rocky, I palmed the back of her head to force Amanda to stare at herself in the mirror."Watch as I bang the hell out of you,"I growled.

Amanda and I had 3 specifics billet where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the cascade, and outdoor on a straighten out and cheery day. Currently, her oculus were as wide as her lip as we gazed at our own musing while making love. But I happened to catch heap of her cockle muddle as I glanced down.

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

Amanda flinched and she stared at me firmly through the bathroom mirror but remained silent as I continued driving into her from keister. Somewhat emboldened, I licked my fingertip and traced it around the rim of her anus. I could see that her expression 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 impact. Her promontory and spine instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the entranceway 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 furthest disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her pussy and excitement filled my thought process as I brought the tip of my erection to Amanda's anus.

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

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

Goddamn, she's got a tight ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my teeth as I was barely able to fit my bellied heading in halfway. It wasn't that my hard-on was a beastly size ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even pie-eyed. But the sight of my cock partially buried in her ass so visually stir -- -- there bare fact that I was finally having anal sex with my married woman so vibrate -- - that it was Charles Frederick Worth the physical discomfort.

So I forced my manhood a twenty-five percent of the way in.

Amanda's saying quickly changed from apprehension to outright excruciation, 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 regretful, Mandy ! Are you ok ? I'm so sorry !"

My wife bore a painful expression, one that I had never seen before and tore at my gist, as she pulled her wearing apparel 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 charwoman whom I loved more than animation itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and Forth to walk off the lingering discomfort. She continued to change over awkwardly and still appeared uncomfortable, which was heartbreaking.

Finally, she stated brusquely,"semen on, let's go. I don't want to be late."

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

I felt like such a horrifying husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me ahead of time the next morning. It was Dominicus -- - my day to log Z's in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my face and tried to fall back asleep.

Then the conciliate shaking happened again.

Curious, I opened my centre and lifted my head. Amanda was curled up in a ball reading an e-book on her pad of paper. The shakiness occurred for yet a 3rd time.

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

I asked glibly,"safe ledger ya got there ?"

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

My annoyance instantly evaporated. There was nothing my wife could ever do to get at 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 clock time, it still surprised me that she enjoyed those cheesy"happily ever after"stories so a good deal. But we both had our frailty."Oh yea ? Any respectable sex scenery ?"

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 poke me in the seat before we went to pay heed out with Dimitri and Kate."

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

"We should've stretched my, uh, back door first before we did anything."I was in such mental rejection at the issue of conversation that I gaped at my married woman."Using fingers is obvious, but anal retentive drop are highly recommended, too."

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

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

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

Amanda let that pass."Anal beads can be less unspeakable than finger,"she continued in a scholarly tincture that was endearing and absolutely adorable,"since you can modulate the quantity of stretch with the size of it of the beads. And we definitely should've used lube yesterday, too !"

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

Her expression was angelic."I'm reading about it in my love affair novel."I was about to utter a vulgar comment when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, babe. It actually felt good when you were in… there… at first."My eyes widened."But then I got kind of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to bruise, and I felt like I was losing dominance of my dead body and that everything inside was going to pip out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much more subdued and added,"Not to sound ever more repellent, but I also read that kissing and licking a charwoman back there can help to stamp down those reflexes before anal incursion. If you do it the veracious way."She paused to let that sink in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the amount of entropy that Amanda was presenting me. But while I had never rimmed her before, the simple fact that she was bringing it up was very appealing in a demoralise form of way."Yea ? So that's what you've been reading in your porn 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 adequate to realize that we weren't going to attempt anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very to the lowest degree, going to indulge in some very incredible good morning 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 naut mi run in the Alfred Hawthorne.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patent daze smiles. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert t-shirts as a night-robe, and goose egg else save for a pair of garden pink panties. They were cut in the"boyshort"mode, which complemented her acrobatic frame and hugged the curves of her bottom perfectly. Most women who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's natural beauty first of all 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 strip bare and don her running attire : a snug sports bra and tight leggings, an outfit that would undoubtedly cause anyone within a 100ft radius to stare at her and drool. My wife tied her pilus 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, however, I called her figure and she halted. Communication was the key to any human relationship, and I told her,"I'm really sorry for hurting you yesterday."

My wife touched her forehead to mine."I know,"she responded tenderly."It's ok, 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 overgrown monstrosity, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to slake my guilt feelings. The gesture warmed my heart, and I hugged my wife fiercely, afraid to let go because I knew I didn't deserve her."I love you so much, Mandy."

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

Next fourth dimension ?

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

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

Weeks later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her wonted athletics bra and leggings again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over meter. While we normally spent about 2 hour here, we usually separated to pursue our own end. I concentrated more on upper eubstance strengthening, while my married woman's regimen focused more on lower body and toning.

I was currently seated in a breast press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"roman print death chair ”, much to my delight. She placed her cadre phone and water nursing bottle on the matte up flooring. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 arcdegree angle to the background with her back straight and implements of war crossed in an"X"over her plentiful chest. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a perfective top"V"before extending back to her original position. This detail workout targeted her turn down back and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded thought of her unbelievable ass every prison term she bent forward.

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

The"Roman chair"was stationed at the front of the gym in clear view. I humorously wondered if its strategic location had been on intent as I ceased my exercise to gaze at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me unvoiced, and I almost didn't attention if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling mischievous, I withdrew my cellphone and sent her a playful text.

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

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

Oh, how my wife loved to razz ! But this clock time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a gang of guys staring at your ass with me. Should I turn on them admission ? Shit, the buster next to me looks like he's about to burn out his load !

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

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

Nor did the eyes of the legion men around me.

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

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her hair. Lathering my hands with a bar of soap, I pressed my genital organ into her merchant ship as I reached around to lather her engorged nipple. At 34c, they were a smattering and extremely firm, but were too slippy as I tried to squelch them hard… which only fanned my thirst even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained silent and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire front of her trunk with lather, working from her illustrious boob and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridges of her abdominal muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the still curves of her articulatio coxae and the firmness of her muscular thigh. I then traced back around and base my hired hand 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 helping hand, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palms all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the remainder of her body and, literally, resembled a study of art as the glistening pee flowed over it. Unable to help myself, I pinned the bottom of my rock-hard hard-on along her upright crease.

I brought my rim 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 genital organ in a very fleshly, brace way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so hard for me…"

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

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

That was the awesome thing about shower sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the chamber, but my wife was often willing to be much more depraved here in the shower. carry through for under the smart sun and clear blue sky, there was no other place where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, there was just something very hard-nosed about being able to clean up immediately after making a foul mickle !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's luscious ass after using it to she-bop, I suddenly recalled the comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curiosity was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to get it. And while I wanted to keep our sex liveliness fresh, more than anything I just wanted to draw my rattling wife happy.

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

My wife loved contaminating sex talk, so I didn't hold back."I'm going to snog that pretty ass of yours, then I'm going to lap up your dickhead before I shove my clapper in it."

Amanda started to wrench 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 kiss that fairly ass of yours… then I'm going to lick your SOB before I shove my knife 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 keep in line her excitation. My oral fissure watered.

I gave my wife's anus a foresightful, tedious lick.

"Omigod…"she breathed.

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

sweetness and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a trivial deranged from adrenaline, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my fount 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 strident squeal of exuberance only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this sooner ?

But just like I had surprised Amanda bit 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 much fun to intercept and relocate.

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

How could I possibly argue ? I quickly jumped out of the shower and retrieved a towel before Amanda shut the water off. Then I savored the here and now 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 bed presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpet and buried my face into her behind again. My hunger returned instantly.

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

My response was a dull murmur 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 font turned as she reached back to pass around her asscheeks for me. Her anus was gaping now, and it wasn't seizing as uncontrollably as before. I lathered it with my natural language until she called out softly,"Use your finger."

shit, she really IS into it !

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

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

guardianship both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger of my other hand into my sass to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the side of her pretty cheek remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me thump my glistening digit into her ass. Her total dead body trembled and her sphincter muscularity contracted upon introduction.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th senses told me to nurse. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the speedy rising and falling of her shoulders. Her inner muscles clenched around my finger like some sort of obscene Chinese finger hole, but gradually relaxed as did her external respiration. Taking this as a planetary house, I began sliding my finger's breadth in and out of both holes in an alternating movement, careful to keep a steady but blue-blooded rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slip my middle finger into her anus along with my indicant finger. But my wife was still closely in her back door in stark demarcation to her pussycat, which was so wet and release that I could've driven a truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my middle finger merely pressed against its outer rim. I continued with just 1 digit, but Amanda truly did suffer 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 string of beads ! Shaped like a steel, the sex toy was lavender in color and composed entirely of flexible silicone. The first astragal was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly great until they culminated into a large ring-handle that was intended to guard against trauma 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 bead with lubricant. My heart was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the countless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge step for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her erect 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 beading 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 one-half of the sword-shaped sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained mastery of her torso and of the billet."right there, babe… correct there."

I went no further than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beads rubbed against her sphincter muscle wall and stretched her back door. Once I had established her quilt zona, I reached under to stir my wife… to massage her pig out clit… to line my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack… to bring with her swollen titty and tweak her nipples as her magnificent breasts dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My peter normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, slit, ass, it didn't matter… but the visual sense Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal pleasure provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My dislodge hand shifted from her house breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to skid the anal beads in her anus. I could fit almost my entire fist into my married woman's pussy on a typical day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a savage competition with the sex toy for space in her body !

But the competition didn't lastly long.

I plunged my digits and anal beading into both cakehole respective Sir Thomas More times before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the ceiling and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My fingers glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my diametrical helping hand. grin, I scooted future to my wife and playfully nuzzled my nose at the base of operations of her cervix. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to regard me solemnly that I noticed the huge wet bit on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way !

Amanda shifted onto her side as I lay adjacent to her and embraced her from fundament. In a spoon position that was so unbelievably comfortable, her firm release pressed into my crotch. I savored the warm up hint of her consistence against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the charwoman whom I loved more than anything in the world, save up our son, left me deeply satisfied.

We basked in that soothing state between rest and wakefulness for a spell 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 more than well-chosen to do. But the tone of her vox indicated something more. My heart suddenly beat faster with excitement."Mandy, are you indisputable ? I mean, after what happened last time…"

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

I repeated her program line in my creative thinker. I'm still a slight nervous. But I think I'm ready this sentence.

She did not sound ready.

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

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

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

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my top dog without any regret."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 ramification and made me completely hard with only 2 swift CVA."You've never be able to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to commence getting in the habit !"

The mo of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our forehead together in another star sign of unyielding beloved."Mandy, are you really sure about this ? I don't want to bruise you again, and I sure as hell don't want you to detest me."

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

Amanda slowly reassumed her prostrate stance with a feline 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 bottom ; a sexy invitation, to say the least !

I swathed my erecting with an exorbitant quantity of lubrication then slowly -- - very carefully -- - entered my wife's anus.

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

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

Gripping my erecting at its base, I delicately eased into my wife's buns, gliding myself in a bit further and aware of any discomfort on her component part. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a sweetie beat to go on her body unstrain. We both kept calm.

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

The dull friction against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly recherche, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could feel so amazing. It was comparable experiencing traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making love to her throat. I glided my costless hired hand all over her prat and lower back. Rather than thrust hard or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my cock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

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

"Right there, babe. That's perfect… justly there."Establishing her new quilt zone, I retracted my hips until I was almost completely dislodged then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! right field there ! donjon going… right there ! Don't stoppage !"

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal response, I progressively ramped up the pace. I was still heedful not to diffuse too deeply or lunge too fast, but I was so fervent in my movements that I quickly worked up as perspiration. Her wet sphincter muscle muscleman 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 moment, my consistence 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 read my creative thinker and understood that I was seeking direction on where to bank my loading."Pull out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

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

Her unbelievable ass glistened with my semen.

Amanda rolled onto her back, reached up, and pulled me onto her in a savage hug. We held each other shut and didn't speak for a long time. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex spirit that would relieve oneself any dyad covetous, something profound still managed to transpire 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 wannabe, I wasn't upset 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. If Amanda wanted to go through anal retentive sex again, she would ask ; if not, our love wouldn't be any defective for the lack of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a envision appointment Nox in marrow urban center. She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any former nice clothes to get into. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her wear it.

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

"Yes… sorting of. I just can't seem to get comfortable."She fidgeted and tugged at the brusque bottom as if attempting to hold back her mythic legs.

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

My wife snorted in entertainment but didn't respond.

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When we finally arrived at our destination, I pulled into the herd parking garage and took the first useable berth. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to open up the rider door and loan Amanda a mitt. 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 concerned, but my wife's face split into a naughty grin as she glanced about. Then, to my farthermost astonishment, Amanda pulled the buttocks of the minidress up over her midsection. As common, she wasn't wearing panties with the outfit, so that didn't surprisal 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 down in the mouth jewel. My wife held up a humble, shiny, bullet-shaped object that had a brusk narrow neck and a unconditional, round base to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A butt plug !

I gaped at my wife.

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

I was delighted at the insinuation but in disbelief that she would actually go to such extremum. I actually sputtered, ineffectual to express my thoughts, as my married woman continued to grin at me in entertainment."Good lord, Mandy !"I blurted in a muffle timbre."How can you even fit that thing in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her brain back and laughed, and the melodic sound echoed in the parking garage so loudly that mortal was bound to hear."I've been wearing it since Mon,"she confessed.

"What !"

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

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

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

We suddenly heard footsteps and voices.

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

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

"What ?"

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

Amanda blushed at my candid remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine-coloured from an flowery quartz goblet, she dabbed her blood red lips with a nappy and casually tossed it onto the level."infant, would you be a dearly and option that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her longsighted eyelashes.

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

"Of course."As I reached down to regain the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her wooden leg extensive beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her long legs, anyway, but a quick glance was all I needed to discern 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 meal and maintained a casual conversation throughout the night. But the thoughts of my wife's long sexy legs, legato pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a ass wad proved to be a John R. Major beguilement, as did the irritating erection in my pants that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the living room in a tangle of limbs and brim. She had unzipped my pants and started giving me a handjob before we were even middle menage, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her pussy. It was a tyke miracle that I didn't clank and kill us, but we didn't have the willpower to stand touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of luxuria that we didn't even make it to the bedroom. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the couch, where she relieved me of my clothing. And I returned the party favour by peeling the tight minidress over her head word and tossing it aside. My married woman whimsically twirled as if allowing me to scrutinize every column inch of her luscious body. The faux sapphire flashed as her merchant ship passed before my eyes.

"God, I want to stick my tool 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."piece of tail,"I swore."Give me a sec to get the lube."

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

I was like a dog in rut, craving to pass with flying colors Amanda in the butt and ride her barker style again. But her happiness and safety device were my priority."It'll lead me 2 seconds,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

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

Amanda dropped to her knees and forced my knees apart.

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

The blowjob was unlike any my married woman had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the threshold of being outright violent, it was loudly, wet, and extremely sloppy. She slurped vigorously as a thick spit seeped from her mouthpiece and down her chin to cake my scarf out phallus.

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd bend over the sofa so I could study her from nates. But she turned, facing away from me, while reaching behind to grasp my erection and ordinate it with her anus. Then assuming a"skier's position ”, Amanda gently pressed her rump against my penial tip and hovered there for a moment to measure my response.

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

I placed my hands on my Amanda's hip joint to guide her bowel movement. There was a legal brief searing pain as I pierced her anal entrance, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a loving timbre to my wife's movement despite the fact that many masses would study our act"dirty"in every sensation of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's hip, I slowly pulled her onto me, heedful not to yank her off residue and keeping a close eye on her reaction, as well. But her simply response was to suspire contently as she sank lower and low-toned onto me. I opened my legs blanket as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thigh pressed together.

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

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the bollock of her feet onto her heels and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my sexy married woman assume command. The spate of her bottom engulfing my erection only to reappear was mesmeric. She took me in a fiddling bit deeper each clock time, pacing herself, letting my hard girth gradually stretch and relax her sphincter muscle muscles, and allowing ourselves to enjoy the wonderful, insinuate 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 consistence, I could severalise that she was cupping the undersurface of her egotistic breasts, and rolling her harden nipples between ovolo and forefinger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

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

Amanda's breathing became more dress down as she started moaning in irregular separation. Still, save for my men groping her bureau, I remained still and let her set the pace. Her smooth, toned body was emanating a considering sum of money of oestrus as she rose and fell on my unwavering member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully upright, backing into me and allowing her hip joint to fully neglect on my lap.

Amanda emitted a pipe up sidesplitter as her ass swallowed my turncock completely.

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a mo I thought the rich penetration might be too for her a great deal to handle. But my married woman remained seated on me. Her anal sinew were contracting around my member uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more steadily. But rather than pierce 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 crushing bosom even as I felt her military press herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two sinewy attraction attracted to each other.

We were one.

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

Careful not to move too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my keister forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my feet firmly planted on the carpet. Amanda, as a resultant role, fell gently into a recline position against my chest. She murmured a quizzical auditory sensation, and I whispered instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the shadowy breath of trepidation, she lifted her infantry and placed them atop my second joint.

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

I clenched my ab muscles and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every expression of our anal union. She bucked her coxa smoothly, raising her bottom until her chiseled midsection was nearly parallel of latitude to the floor, then let them pass. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able to consume every in. The minginess of her sphincter muscle sinew felt superb, comparable to the best blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my married woman had ever given me.

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

safekeeping my left hired man where it was -- - Amanda's bosom were just too irresistible to abandon -- - I slipped my veracious index and centre fingers into her backtalk. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own saliva as lubrication, I slipped my finger's breadth into her vagina. But the move proved unnecessary as Amanda's hole was already sopping wet.

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

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the full weight of her bottom onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my erection like a control stick, and the dull thud of peel against cutis sounded with each wallop. I was helpless, and my shaft was harder for it.

But, as usual, I could never stave off orgasm for long whenever I was naked with my beautiful wife. I had not only longed to penetrate her anus, but fantasized filling it to the rim with my cum. And now, I was ready to interject a full shipment into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

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

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

I embraced her from prat in a ferocious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprise as she was suddenly unable to act. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my mercifulness -- - as I began to thrust up into her HARD. The shock of our body went from a dull thud to a sharper smack with each of my controlled bursts.

I commenced in at a spiritualist paced, but the tantalizing sentiency of Amanda's naked body against mine, and of her anatomical sphincter muscles wrapped so heavenly around my humanity, caused my lustfulness for her to boil over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her pretty ass as if my liveliness depended on it. Amanda's repeated cries of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my key roar as I pounded into her bottomland repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

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

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

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

The sinewy 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 backside and though that afforded her very little room to point, she was still able to squirm on my lap, intention to coax every last drop cloth from me.

When I finally had no more to give, all stress abruptly left my body and I sunk into the lounge with a loud, content suspiration. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in twist, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to hold her close up, our chests heaving and our eubstance steaming from exertion.

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

Though my erection was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my wife's anus, the pressure from her inner muscles securing me in place. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely well-heeled spoonful position. I playfully rubbed my nose against the incline of her neck and wondered, for the countless prison term, how any woman could feel so perfect.

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

And that's precisely why making dearest to my wife's ass was so fantastic !