Prologue

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

This is, by no substance, intended to objectify or disgrace my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible characteristics -- - in no specific Holy Order -- - that, in my humble public opinion, plaza her in the highest echelons of physical beauty.

The first is the flawlessness of her face and the unblemished grain of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's adorable freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of all, but the way her Brown eyes always twinkle with mischief, like there's an deep down prank that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the macrocosm more brilliantly than the sun on my drear Clarence Shepard Day Jr.

aside from her supermodel-like goodness looking at, people probably notice Amanda's amazing breasts first when she enters the room : 34c… perfect in material body, size, and firmness… perfective tense in every way ! Amanda's knocker are obviously brilliant when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snug, sweaty variation bra.

Lastly, of course, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't posse comitatus a"bubble seat"or an"apple butt"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to describe her bottom as such ! No, she flaunts a streamlined, super-toned bottom, achieved from arduous workouts at the gym and running 20+ miles weekly, that is as firm as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's chest, the mass of her bare arse is an ungodly joy, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her aphrodisiac yoga pants.

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

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Several strands of Amanda's long black silky hair fell over her facial expression, and she blew them aside through the recession of her sass. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing dish that I had oafishly forgotten in the sink. Her back was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in esteem. Her hair covered well-nigh of her backside. However, clad in a close-fitting play bra and yoga pants that left niggling to the imaging, it was difficult not to notice the chisel muscles of my wife's V-shaped upper torso. Her dead body was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a model of wellness 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, gross ass…

I stood in the heart of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The mere wad of her bottom, especially in those sexy yoga knickers, made me heavy than ball field. I was so engrossed by its perfection that I didn't realize she had shut off the 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 backside to fixating on her beautiful breasts and sexy 6-pack abs that rippled impressively with the fragile movement."Are you staring at my ass again, infant ?"Ironically, she was only joking.

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

Amanda threw a dishcloth 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 manus on her hips, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her behind, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sink. My burgeoning erecting pressed into the wrinkle of her ass as I encircled her with my branch. Amanda squealed and attempted to worm away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

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

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

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

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

Amanda purred,"I can state. 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 place there.

But I required instant satisfaction.

"I can't delay,"I confessed in a anguish whole step."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you right now."Amanda's luscious underside had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next watchword without thought process, and immediately regretted it :"I want to bend you over this sink and boom your ass."

My wife was typically adventurous in bed. Save for the extremely freaky, there wasn't anything that she wasn't willing to try at least once. We often watched pornography together, dabbled with sex plaything, and even practiced light bondage while taking turns being the"dom/domme"and"sub ”. But there were 2 specific limit 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 end up my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jack up off near her face. I never pushed the issue. After all, oral sex was already an intimate act that required a large deal of reliance between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing cum grotesque, much less wearing it on her face ! While I secretly fantasized about both, I was just happy to be receiving cock sucking fairly regularly.

But nailing Amanda in her incredible ass… now that was a different story. Unfortunately, her 2nd sexual censure was anal retentive sex. Each time I would make for it up or even hedge around the matter, my wife would wrinkle her horn in and immediately end the treatment with a resounding"No !"

But the more Amanda denied me anal sex, the more I craved it. Her ass was so absurdly perfect that sodomizing it became an compulsion. Sure, traditional vaginal sex, as well as viva voce sex, with my married woman was as incredible as ever, but every clip she was naked or simply walked by, I couldn't help but dream about poking her in the butt.

My wife grunted irritably, snapping me out of my sentiment, and immediately pushed me away."sister, 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 vocalism trailed off as I lifted my hands imploringly.

Amanda rolled her centre with a look of immense disgust that almost killed the humour and shriveled my stuff member to its original size of it.

Almost.

"Dishes are done, I'm going to take a cascade,"she hastily announced.

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

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

"Deliverer, Mandy. Are you going to make believe me get on my articulatio genus and beg ? Because I will."

Amanda was amused by my misfortunate desperation but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her bottom against my crotch. I was so aroused that my penis was set up in my trouser, and its underside was pinned along her vertical fold. I began to reposition my consistency against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

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

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

"issue off the leggings,"I whispered."I want to hold hump to you properly 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 middleman was overwhelmingly stimulating.

"God, yes. I love it, I fucking love it…. Christ, 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 controller that I was talking like a foul-mouthed sailor.

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

Amanda wiggled her hips, and that was my slant 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 blazonry automatically snaked around her body. A lesser woman wouldn't have tolerated how harshly I squeezed her breast, but my wife merely cackled as I used her stallion body to pleasure myself.

When I was finally washed-out, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in verbalise disbelief that I had used her ass -- - and to a lesser extent, her boob -- - to get off. I moved awkwardly, afraid to get the foul mess in my pants all over myself. My wife took one feel at me and chortled.

"This isn't rummy !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

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

My eye 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 seem at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower now. cum junction me."It was a statement, not a petition."Maybe I can clean you up before we make another mess."

My erection instantaneously returned.

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A calendar week later, Amanda and I were getting ready for a dinner party day of the month with my considerably friend Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the first time. Dimitri was as beloved to my married woman as he was to me, so we both wanted to make water a effective impression on Kate for his rice beer. I was in our walk-in closet searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I look ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky melanize mini-dress. Composed of a very soft and stretchy cloth, the mini-dress was so dilute and form-fitting that that it was like another layer of skin. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attention to Amanda's eye-popping cleavage. The fanny of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thigh, showing off am usurious measure of her fabulously toned base runner's legs. Combined with the stiletto cad that Amanda was wearing, the getup made her legs appear obscenely long.

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

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

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

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

Amanda's was genuinely mortified as she spun to look 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 interchange ?"

It was both a thanksgiving and a oath for a cleaning lady to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her intelligence, wry sense of humor, and overall magical spell, it easily outshined her physical attributes, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

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

My wife threw an even more implike smile my way as she turned and sauntered into the bathroom without further input. With a bulge in my knickers and my heart thumping backbreaking, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to regard me demurely as she pulled the merchant ship the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"the Nazarene Redeemer, Mandy. Your ass is fucking incredible."

My wife stepped to the toilet sink and promptly leaned over it. With her face inch from the mirror and her upper half parallel to the floor, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't straighten out enough, she reached back with one had to disseminate her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

I came right up to Amanda from hindquarters. She brought her face to mine, and we kissed like 2 wild beast succumbing to their primal demand. Gripping my erection like a sword, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her erect crease.

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

My married woman received no disputation as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a little rough, I palmed the back of her headland to squeeze Amanda to stare at herself in the mirror."scout as I bang the hell 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 cascade, and outdoor on a sort out and sunny day. Currently, her eyes were as wide as her mouth as we gazed at our own reflection while making love. But I happened to take in mess of her cockle mess as I glanced down.

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

Amanda flinched and she stared at me surd through the privy mirror but remained silent as I continued driving into her from behind. Somewhat emboldened, I licked my fingertip and traced it around the rim of her anus. I could see that her verbalism 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 galvanic stupor. Her mind and sticker 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 explain what I meant by"it ”.

To my utmost disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her pussy and excitement filled my mentation 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 nervous expression in the mirror as I began to come home 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 tooth as I was barely able to fit my bulbous drumhead in halfway. It wasn't that my hard-on was a beastly size of it ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even tighter. But the sight of my peter partially buried in her ass so visually stimulating -- -- there mere fact that I was finally having anal retentive sex with my married woman so electrifying -- - that it was worth the physical discomfort.

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

Amanda's expression quickly changed from apprehension to outright torture, but I was so engrossed in my own selfishness that I didn't notification it until she screamed.

"Babe, you're hurting me !"

I swore and immediately pulled out."I'm so lamentable, 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 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 mulct !"she snapped.

I immediately grew soundless, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the cleaning woman whom I loved more than animation itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and Forth to take the air off the lingering irritation. She continued to shift awkwardly and still appeared uncomfortable, which was heartbreaking.

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

Amanda's gait gradually returned to normal as I followed her to the garage. Her deportment also softened, and she was back to her bubbly, talkative self by the meter we were on the road. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attempt at anal sex for the remainder of the night.

I felt like such a horrifying husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me early the next sunrise. It was William Ashley Sunday -- - my day to catch some Z's in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my face and tried to fall back asleep.

Then the gentle quivering happened again.

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

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

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

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

My bother instantly evaporated. There was zilch my wife could ever do to irritate me."It's ok, Mandy. What are you reading ?"

She flushed in superfluity."Another one of my love story novels."

I chuckled. While my wife could be very schoolgirlish at time, it still surprised me that she enjoyed those cheesy"happily ever after"stories so much. But we both had our vices."Oh yea ? Any right sex conniption ?"

Amanda started laughing again and, as always, it was like beautiful medicine."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 thump me in the posterior before we went to attend out with Dimitri and Kate."

That got my attention."What do you have in mind ?"

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

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

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

"Like the unity in the porno telecasting that we watched the other day."

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

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

Her expression was angelic."I'm Reading about it in my romance novel."I was about to utter a unrefined comment when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, babe. It actually felt commodity when you were in… there… at first."My oculus widened."But then I got kind of scare off,"she confessed,"and it started to injure, and I felt like I was losing command of my eubstance and that everything inside was going to shoot out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even answer, Amanda became much to a greater extent subdued and added,"Not to sound ever more disgusting, but I also read that kissing and licking a cleaning woman back there can help to stamp down those inborn reflex before anal retentive penetration. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that go down in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the amount of entropy that Amanda was presenting me. But while I had never rimmed her before, the mere fact that she was bringing it up was very appealing in a perverted 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, and even though I was smart enough to earn that we weren't going to assay anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very least, going to indulge in some very incredible morning sex. But Amanda glanced at the time and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was early Sunday morning, which meant it was clock time for her to converge with her training group for another 10 mile run in the James Jerome Hill.

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 designate 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 stunning smiles. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert T-shirt as a nightie, and naught else save up for a duo of pink panties. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her athletic inning and hugged the curved shape of her bottom perfectly. well-nigh cleaning woman who dressed themselves nicely couldn't equivalence with my married woman's natural beauty initiative affair in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her striptease naked and don her prevail attire : a snug mutant bra and tight leggings, an outfit that would undoubtedly cause anyone within a 100ft radius to stare at her and dribble. My wife tied her hairsbreadth into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the rim, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to meet her training group.

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

My wife touched her os frontale to mine."I know,"she responded tenderly."It's ok, babe. We didn't know what we were doing and, like I said, I was scared and couldn't relax."Then she smirked."And you're just so big that I couldn't fit you."

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

Next time ?

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

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

Weeks later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary sports bra and leg covering again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over prison term. While we normally spent about 2 time of day here, we usually separated to go after our own goal. I concentrated more on upper torso strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on lower body and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"Roman electric chair ”, much to my delight. She placed her prison cell headphone and water bottle on the matted floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 grade Angle to the ground with her back straight and blazon crossed in an"X"over her ample chest. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a perfect upside"V"before extending back to her original attitude. This particular physical exertion targeted her down back and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded view of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"roman print chair"was stationed at the movement of the gym in cleared view. I humorously wondered if its strategical positioning had been on determination as I ceased my exercise to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me tough, and I almost didn't care if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling pixilated, 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 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 rally ! But this clip, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a bunch of guy rope staring at your ass with me. Should I charge them admission ? Shit, the fop next to me looks like he's about to blow his load !

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

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

Nor did the oculus of the legion men around me.

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

Amanda closed her eye as she shampooed her hair. Lathering my hands with a bar of soap, I pressed my genitals into her rear as I reached around to lather her pig out tits. At 34c, they were a fistful and extremely immobile, but were too slippery as I tried to thrust them hard… which only fanned my lust even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained mum and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire forepart of her body with suds, working from her notable breasts and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the impressive rooftree of her ab muscle with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth curve of her articulatio coxae and the resolve of her muscular thighs. I then traced back around and found my mitt 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 workforce, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palms all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the residue of her dead body and, literally, resembled a oeuvre of art as the glistening water flowed over it. ineffectual to help myself, I pinned the underside of my rock-hard erection along her vertical crease.

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

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to undulate her bottom against my private parts 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 thing about shower sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the bedroom, but my wife was often willing to be much more demoralize here in the shower. salvage for under the brilliant sun and clear blue sky, there was no former topographic point where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, there was just something very hardheaded about being able to strip up immediately after making a filthy mess !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's scrumptious ass after using it to masturbate, I suddenly recalled the comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curiosity was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to experience it. And while I wanted to keep our sex life overbold, More than anything I just wanted to cook my marvelous married woman happy.

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

My wife loved dirty sex talk, so I didn't cargo area back."I'm going to kiss that pretty ass of yours, then I'm going to lick your asshole before I shove my knife in it."

Amanda started to turn 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 jolly ass of yours… then I'm going to lick your cocksucker before I shove my tongue in it."

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

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

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be true, I had to contend back some initial repulsion as the tip of my natural language made liaison with Amanda's back door entrance. The simple view of rimming someone, even my wife, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no abhorrence. In fact, her ass tasted the Sami as her mouth or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a little crazed from adrenaline, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my look between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a banquet. Amanda's entire torso twitched as I rolled my knife and inserted it, and her shriek squeal of exuberance only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this Sooner ?

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

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

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

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

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When we reached the bedroom, Amanda immediately crawled onto our bed on all 4's. With her bare freighter presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpeting and buried my face into her fanny again. My thirst 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 play as I was.

My response was a wearisome murmur into her nether region.

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

hoot, 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 eye in response. As bottom undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 fingers into her crafty pussy.

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

Keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger of my other hand into my back talk to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the side of her passably facial expression remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening digit into her ass. Her entire body trembled and her sphincter muscles contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th dope told me to hold. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid rise and falling of her berm. Her internal muscles clenched around my fingerbreadth like some kind of salacious Chinese finger trap, but gradually relaxed as did her ventilation. Taking this as a preindication, I began sliding my fingers in and out of both holes in an alternating movement, thrifty to keep a steady but gentle rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slither my centre finger into her anus along with my forefinger finger. But my wife was still tight in her backdoor in barren contrast to her pussy, which was so wet and loose that I could've driven a hand 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 finger, but Amanda truly did throw a surprise for me.

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a feeding bottle of personal lubricant and a set of anal beads ! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in colour and composed entirely of whippy silicone. The first pearl was only the sizing of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly bigger until they culminated into a expectant ring-handle that was intended to guard against hurt 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 lube. My spunk was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the countless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a vast pace for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her tail entrance.

"Are you fix 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 pearl and paused to let her consistency 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 control of her body and of the situation."Right there, babe… right there."

I went no encourage than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beading rubbed against her sphincter rampart and stretched her back door. Once I had established her comfort zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to knead her binge clit… to trace my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack… to play with her egotistical breasts and tweak her teat as her magnificent titty dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her… mouthpiece, cunt, ass, it didn't matter… but the spate Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal delight provided me with more joy than anything else could own. My devoid hand shifted from her firm breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slide the anal beads in her anus. I could fit almost my intact fist into my wife's puss on a typical day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a fierce contest with the sex toy for infinite in her dead body !

But the competition didn't utmost long.

I plunged my digits and anal bead into both holes several More times before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the ceiling and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My fingers glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opposite hand. Grinning, I scooted adjacent to my married woman and playfully nuzzled my nose at the Qaeda of her neck. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her spinal column to regard me solemnly that I noticed the vast wet spot on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way !

Amanda shifted onto her face as I lay next to her and embraced her from behind. In a spoon locating that was so unbelievably comfortable, her steadfast clitoris pressed into my crotch. I savored the ardent trace of her consistence against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the woman whom I loved more than anything in the macrocosm, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

We basked in that soothing state between sleep and vigilance for a while until Amanda snapped me wide awake with a whispering :"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 felicitous to do. But the tone of her voice indicated something more. My middle suddenly beat faster with exhilaration."Mandy, are you sure ? I mean, after what happened survive time…"

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

I repeated her financial statement in my mind. I'm still a piffling nervous. But I think I'm ready this time.

She did not sound ready.

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

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

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

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my 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 swift strokes."You've never be able-bodied to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to come out getting in the use !"

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

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

Amanda slowly reassumed her bow down position with a feline gracefulness. Taking the bottle of personal lubricant, I scooted behind where her incomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to render her right cheek an affectionate kiss and then a lighting, playful slap. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her bottom ; a aphrodisiac invitation, to say the least !

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

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

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

Gripping my erection at its base, I delicately eased into my wife's rear end, gliding myself in a bit further and mindful of any discomfort on her role. Amanda remained still, but I heard her respiration in a steady rhythm to keep her body relaxed. We both kept calm.

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

The slowly clash against Amanda's rectal bulwark was incomprehensibly exquisite, and I couldn't believe that anal retentive sex could sense so amazing. It was comparable experiencing traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making sexual love to her throat. I glided my free hand all over her can and scummy back. Rather than thrust unvoiced or push button, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my stopcock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

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

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

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal response, I progressively ramped up the tempo. I was still careful not to penetrate too deeply or thrust too fast, but I was so fervent in my movements that I quickly worked up as fret. Her blotto sphincter musculus gradually relaxed, and seeing my manhood buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the wonderful adept even better.

After only 15 bit, my physical structure required release.

However, I still wasn't sure of Amanda's bounds 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 take my brain and understood that I was seeking direction on where to deposit my load."puff out,"she instructed."I want to finger you all over my ass !"

I emitted a guttural holler as I withdrew from Amanda's anal retentive orifice. She immediately flattened herself on the bed as I straddled her and stroked myself feverishly. My aim was reliable, and I showered my beloved all over my wife's pert bottom. When I was finally dog-tired 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 fierce hug. We held each other close and didn't speak for a retentive time. Though we had been married for almost a 10 and enjoyed a fulfilling sex life that would make any couple envious, something profound still managed to transpire between us.

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

Approximately 2 workweek later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a fancy date night in nerve center city. She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any other nice clothes to wear. 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 ducky eating place, however, I noticed that Amanda oddly couldn't sit still."Mandy, are you ok ?"I asked, casting her a ready coup d'oeil as I drove.

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

"The dress is a little 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 first off usable patch. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to open up the passenger door and lend Amanda a hand. She took it and exited awkwardly without her usual grace.

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

I was growing bear on, but my wife's face rent into a naughty grin as she glanced about. Then, to my last amazement, Amanda pulled the bottom of the minidress up over her midsection. As usual, she wasn't wearing step-in with the outfit, so that didn't surprise me.

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

"What the… what is that ?"

Amanda laughed out loud as she looked around the parking garage again. After making certain that there was no one else around, she reached towards her bottom. But what she extricated wasn't just a profane gem. My wife held up a small, bright, bullet-shaped objective that had a unforesightful narrow neck and a 2-dimensional, daily 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 object from one's ass was an everyday occurrence."I'm just prepping myself for tonight."

I was delighted at the innuendo but in skepticism that she would actually go to such extremum. I actually sputtered, unable to express my thought, as my wife continued to grin at me in entertainment."Good lord, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangled tone."How can you even fit that matter in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her promontory back and laughed, and the musical sound echoed in the parking service department so loudly that mortal was bound to discover."I've been wearing it since Mon,"she confessed.

"What !"

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

I shook my head incredulously. My wife and I enjoyed a sex life-time that would've been considered extremely hardcore even by the most flavour erotica genius, but she could still wow me with new things."You're fully 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 footsteps and voices.

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

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I sat across the elegantly set table from Amanda as she perused the menu. My beautiful married woman bore that Same acute yet lovable expression 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 nix. I'm just admiring your cute freckles… and thinking about the stern plug that's currently shoved up your ass."

Amanda blushed at my candid remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of vino from an ornate quartz goblet, she dabbed her blood red lips with a nappy and casually tossed it onto the storey."infant, would you be a dear and pick that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her foresightful 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 retrieve the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs wide beneath the board. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her farseeing legs, anyway, but a quick coup d'oeil was all I needed to spot that her twat was bare and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her napkin and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an incredible repast and maintained a casual conversation throughout the night. But the thoughts of my wife's long aphrodisiac legs, smooth pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a behind stopple proved to be a major beguilement, as did the unspeakable 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 lips. She had unzipped my knickers and started giving me a handjob before we were even halfway domicile, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her twat. It was a nipper miracle that I didn't crash and kill us, but we didn't have the self-control to reject touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lust that we didn't even cook it to the bedroom. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the sofa, where she relieved me of my wearable. And I returned the favor by peeling the tight minidress over her head and tossing it aside. My married woman whimsically twirled as if allowing me to scrutinize every inch of her luscious consistency. The faux sapphire flashed as her seat passed before my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I was like a dog in rut, craving to arrest Amanda in the butt and sit her barker style again. But her happiness and safety device were my priority."It'll necessitate me 2 indorsement,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my married woman threw me onto the cast with a force that was derived as practically 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 knee 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 outright violent, it was loud, wet, and extremely sloppy. She slurped vigorously as a thickly saliva seeped from her lip and down her chin to coat my engorged phallus.

Lubrication, indeed !

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

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

I placed my helping hand on my Amanda's pelvic girdle to guide her apparent movement. There was a abbreviated searing pain as I pierced her anal entrance, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a loving quality to my married woman's apparent movement despite the fact that many people would consider our act"dirty"in every sense of the word.

With my laurel wreath still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, deliberate not to yank her off balance and keeping a close eye on her reaction, as well. But her merely response was to sigh contently as she sank lower and get down onto me. I opened my legs spacious as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thigh pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely settle inside of her. She was still leaning forward with much of her weighting displaced anteriorly on her metrical unit. It was clear up that my wife was still apprehensive to drop her full weight unit, but that was ok. I was willing to feed her as very much cock -- - or as little -- - as she wanted.

"Your ass spirit rattling, Mandy… you feel fantastic."

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the balls 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 wife assume mastery. The sight of her bottom engulfing my erection only to re-emerge was hypnotic. She took me in a little bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my toilsome girth gradually stretch and relax her sphincter brawniness, and allowing ourselves to bask the wonderful, insinuate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me profligate, pumping her knock-down thighs and scaling almost the entire length of my manhood. Though I couldn't see around her dead body, I could narrate that she was cupping the bottom of her swell breast, and rolling her harden nipples between pollex and index to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

It was the best of both worlds : being rooted in my married woman's beautiful ass and fondling her equally recherche breasts.

Amanda's breathing became more take to task as she started moaning in temporary separation. Still, save for my handwriting groping her breast, I remained still and let her set the yard. Her smooth, toned body was emanating a considering amount of heat as she rose and fell on my stiff member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully vertical, backing into me and allowing her pelvic arch to fully send away on my lap.

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

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a here and now I thought the deep penetration might be too for her often to plow. But my wife remained seated on me. Her anal muscles were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more steadily. But rather than shove my rose hip in an exertion to discharge my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my arms. I held my married woman in a suppression bosom even as I felt her insistence herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two powerful magnet attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a long spell, Amanda and I didn't move. We were more than content to feel our warmly naked bodies against each former, and being completely rooted in her rear end was a sentiency unlike any former. I could've remained in this position until the end of time, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to displace too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my buns forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my metrical foot firmly planted on the carpet. Amanda, as a result, fell gently into a reclined position against my bureau. She murmured a quizzical sound, and I whispered instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the faintest soupcon of trepidation, she lifted her metrical unit and placed them atop my thighs.

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

I clenched my abdominal muscle and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every aspect of our anal Union. She bucked her pelvic arch smoothly, raising her bottom until her cheat midsection was nearly duplicate to the floor, then let them go down. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able to consume every column inch. The tightness of her sphincter musculus 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 weapon around her body to try out her breasts again. But as my script squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"Play with my pussy !"

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

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

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 joystick, and the wearisome thud of peel against peel sounded with each impingement. I was helpless, and my tool 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 riddle her anus, but fantasized filling it to the lip with my cum. And now, I was prepare to interpose a to the full encumbrance into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

"Give it to me…I cognize 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 aftermath by losing control of the situation because I lost control.

I embraced her from behind in a ferocious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprisal as she was suddenly unable to displace. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my mercifulness -- - as I began to stuff up into her HARD. The impact of our consistence went from a dull thud to a cardsharper smacking with each of my assure bursts.

I commenced in at a spiritualist paced, but the tantalizing sentiency of Amanda's naked eubstance against mine, and of her sphincter muscles wrapped so heavenly around my manhood, caused my luxuria for her to seethe over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her moderately ass as if my liveliness depended on it. Amanda's repeated war cry of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primal roaring as I pounded into her behind repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic muscles to prolong the angelical 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 last time and remained rooted in her ass, balls-deep, as my thick, hot sperm spewed into her rectum.

The powerful upsurge made me experience as though I was falling through the flooring, and I rolled my capitulum back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bottom and though that afforded her very minuscule room to maneuver, she was still able to squirm on my lap, intent to palaver every go drop from me.

When I finally had no more to give, all tensity abruptly left my body and I sunk into the lounge with a loud, content sigh. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in turn, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to hold her close, our bureau heaving and our bodies 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 comfy spoon perspective. I playfully rubbed my olfactory organ against the side of her cervix and wondered, for the countless time, how any woman could feel so perfect.

Amanda and I didn't dabble in anal sex again for a long clock time. Though she came to delight it as a good deal as I did, we seldom included it our sexual repertory. Unlike viva voce sex and vaginal sex, we treated anal retentive sex like a rarified, extra occasion.

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