Prologue

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

This is, by no means, intended to depersonalize or demean my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible characteristic -- - in no particular order -- - that, in my humble opinion, situation her in the high-pitched echelons of physical beauty.

The first is the flawlessness of her boldness and the unblemished grain of her naturally tan peel. I've come to fetishize Amanda's adorable freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of all, but the way her Robert Brown oculus always twinkle with deviltry, like there's an inside joke that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the globe more brilliantly than the sun on my darkest 24-hour interval

aside from her supermodel-like expert looks, people probably notice Amanda's amazing chest first when she enters the room : 34c… perfect tense in shape, size, and firmness… perfective tense in every way ! Amanda's breasts are obviously glorious when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snug, sweaty athletics bra.

Lastly, of course, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't possess a"ripple butt"or an"apple bum"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to describe her bottom as such ! No, she flaunts a sleek, super-toned bottom, achieved from strenuous workouts at the gym and running 20+ international nautical mile weekly, that is as firm as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's breasts, the sight of her bare bottom is an iniquitous pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga pants.

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

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Several string of Amanda's long dark silky whisker fell over her face, and she blew them aside through the niche of her mouth. Though my married woman had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing lulu that I had oafishly forgotten in the sink. Her spinal column was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her tomentum covered to the highest degree of her backside. However, clad in a close-fitting sports bra and yoga pants that left petty to the imaginativeness, it was difficult not to comment the chiseled brawn of my wife's V-shaped upper torso. Her body was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a manakin of wellness and fitness. But my middle insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

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

I stood in the middle of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The mere sight of her behind, especially in those aphrodisiacal yoga gasp, made me grueling than diamond. I was so engrossed by its perfection that I didn't take in she had shut off the water until she turned around.

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

I blushed."Yea… uh… actually, I was, Mandy."At that, her freckled cheeks turned a darker tone 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 private parts into her behind, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sink. My burgeoning erection pressed into the kris of her ass as I encircled her with my arms. Amanda squealed and attempted to wrestle 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 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 half-baked 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 place there.

But I required blink of an eye gratification.

"I can't wait,"I confessed in a anguish shade."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you right wing now."Amanda's luscious bottom had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next words without mentation, and immediately regretted it :"I want to turn you over this sink and nail your ass."

My married woman was typically adventuresome in bed. Save for the extremely bizarre, there wasn't anything that she wasn't will to try at to the lowest degree once. We often watched porn together, dabbled with sex toy dog, and even practiced Light thraldom while taking bit being the"dom/domme"and"sub ”. But there were 2 particular bound that she unyieldingly maintained.

Amanda had a designated"No Fly Zone ”, which essentially meant that I was forbidden to cum anywhere above her cervix. To put it succinctly, she would not finish my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jack up off near her grimace. I never pushed the matter. After all, oral examination sex was already an confidant act that required a swell deal of combine 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 felicitous to be receiving blowjobs fairly regularly.

But nailing Amanda in her incredible ass… now that was a dissimilar news report. Unfortunately, her 2nd sexual exclusion was anal retentive sex. Each sentence I would bestow it up or even hedge in around the topic, my married woman would crinkle her nose 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 obsession. indisputable, traditional vaginal sex, as well as oral sex, with my married woman was as incredible as ever, but every clock time she was naked or simply walked by, I couldn't avail but dream about poking her in the butt.

My married woman grunted irritably, snapping me out of my idea, and immediately pushed me away."infant, you know how I feel about that."

red cent it, you're such an retard, 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 vocalization trailed off as I lifted my handwriting imploringly.

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

Almost.

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

But I kept her pinned against the kitchen sink."What if I just bend you over and film 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 married woman was relishing the absolute force that she wielded over me.

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

Amanda was amused by my pitiful desperation but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her hindquarters against my crotch. I was so aroused that my penis was erect in my trouser, and its underside was pinned along her vertical crease. I began to shift my torso against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

I emitted a prolonged groan."Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk….that feels SO good…."

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

"Take off the legging,"I whispered."I want to nominate bed to you aright now."

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

"God, yes. I love it, I fucking have it off 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 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 powerful culmination surged between my wooden leg as I dry-humped my wife's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my arms automatically snaked around her soundbox. A lesser cleaning woman wouldn't have tolerated how harshly I squeezed her breasts, but my wife merely cackled as I used her entire body to pleasure myself.

When I was finally spent, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in utter disbelief that I had used her ass -- - and to a lesser extent, her breasts -- - to get off. I moved awkwardly, afraid to get the foul mess in my pant 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 married woman's butt was like tittyfucking her : heavenly in every way imaginable.

My eyes were drawn back to Amanda's ass as she strode past me. Just as she was about to pass away the kitchen, however, she stopped to wait at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower now. Come juncture me."It was a statement, not a asking."Maybe I can clean you up before we make another mess."

My erection instantaneously returned.

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A week later, Amanda and I were getting make for a dinner party date with my best Friend Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the for the first time clip. Dimitri was as dear to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to make a sound impression on Kate for his sake. I was in our walk-in loo searching for a squeamish shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I attend ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky sinister mini-dress. Composed of a very soft and stretchy material, the mini-dress was so cut and form-fitting that that it was like another layer of tegument. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attention to Amanda's eye-popping cleavage. The bottom of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thigh, showing off am unconscionable amount of her fabulously toned runner's legs. Combined with the stiletto heels that Amanda was wearing, the getup made her branch appear obscenely long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Omigod, sister. Please don't say that ! Should I commute ?"

It was both a blessing and a curse for a cleaning woman to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humbleness was endearing. Along with her intelligence, wry sense of humor, and boilersuit appealingness, it easily outshined her physical attributes, which was why I loved her so dearly.

"I'm only teasing you, Mandy. You look fantastic. Of course 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 married woman threw an even more mischievous smiling my way as she turned and sauntered into the bathroom without further scuttlebutt. With a protuberance in my pants and my heart thumping firmly, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to regard 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 married woman stepped to the bathroom sink and promptly leaned over it. With her face inches from the mirror and her speed half parallel to the floor, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't brighten 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 behind. She brought her font to mine, and we kissed like 2 uncivilized animals succumbing to their primal penury. Gripping my erecting like a sword, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her vertical crease.

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

My wife received no debate as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a little rough, I palmed the vertebral column of her straits to hale Amanda to gaze at herself in the mirror."Watch 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 line of a mirror, in the rain shower, and outdoor on a clear and cheery day. Currently, her oculus were as across-the-board as her mouthpiece as we gazed at our own reflection while making making love. But I happened to hitch deal of her tuck muddle as I glanced down.

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

Amanda flinched and she stared at me hard through the toilet mirror but remained silent as I continued driving into her from tooshie. 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 stupor. Her head word and sticker instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the ingress of her anus reflexively constricted. I couldn't believe that my fingertip had elicited such a spectacular 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 last skepticism, she nodded !

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

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

I missed my married woman's uneasy aspect in the mirror as I began to penetrate her, but winced when her internal muscular tissue 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 bulblike head in halfway. It wasn't that my erection was a beastly size of it ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even tighter. But the sight of my hammer partially buried in her ass so visually shake -- -- there mere fact that I was finally having anal sex with my married woman so thrilling -- - that it was worth the physical discomfort.

So I forced my manhood a after part of the way in.

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

"Babe, you're hurting me !"

I swore and immediately pulled out."I'm so no-count, Mandy ! Are you ok ? I'm so grim !"

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

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

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

I immediately grew mum, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the adult female whom I loved more than life itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and forth to take the air off the lingering discomfort. She continued to shift awkwardly and still appeared uncomfortable, which was heartbreaking.

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

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

I felt like such a horrible husband.

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An odd, soft shaking woke me early the next morn. It was Dominicus -- - my day to sleep in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my side and tried to diminish back asleep.

Then the gentle shaking happened again.

Curious, I opened my oculus and lifted my head. Amanda was curled up in a formal reading an e-book on her lozenge. The shaking occurred for yet a 3rd time.

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

I asked glibly,"sound Holy Scripture ya got there ?"

Amanda rolled to front me, and there were actual tears in her eyes."I'm sorry, infant. I was trying hard not to wake you."

My vexation instantly evaporated. There was zippo my married woman could ever do to irritate me."It's ok, Mandy. What are you reading ?"

She flushed in embarrassment."Another one of my romance novels."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, silly. You know, the silicone I that start minor and get bigger ?"

"Like the I in the porno picture that we watched the early day."

Amanda let that flip."Anal beading 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 stretch with the size of the drop. And we definitely should've used lube yesterday, too !"

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

Her expression was angelic."I'm reading about it in my romance novel."I was about to talk a blunt comment when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, babe. It actually felt well when you were in… there… at first."My eyes widened."But then I got sort of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to bruise, and I felt like I was losing control of my body and that everything interior was going to shoot out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much more subdued and added,"Not to vocalize ever more repellent, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can help to inhibit those reflexes before anal retentive penetration. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that sink in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the amount of money of info that Amanda was presenting me. But while I had never rimmed her before, the bare fact that she was bringing it up was very appealing in a misdirect 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 sufficiency to realize that we weren't going to seek anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very to the lowest degree, going to featherbed 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 dayspring, which meant it was meter for her to fill with her training group for another 10 statute mile run in the hills.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stunning smiling. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert jersey as a nightdress, and zip else salve for a pair of pink pantie. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her athletic form and hugged the bend of her bottom perfectly. Most cleaning lady who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's natural mantrap offset matter in the morning.

"Tempting,"she responded impudently,"but running the lead 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 defenseless and don her prevail attire : a snug sports bra and tight leggings, an outfit that would undoubtedly make anyone within a 100ft spoke to stare at her and drool. My married woman tied her hair into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the back talk, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to meet her training group.

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

My wife touched her forehead 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 grow over monstrosity, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to allay my guilt. The gesture warmed my sum, 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 undecomposed for future time."She turned and was suddenly gone.

Next time ?

Amanda's offhand gossip gave me Hope, and that Hope gave me an erection as I remained in bed to dream about being balls-deep in her antic ass.

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

Weeks later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary sport bra and leggings again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over prison term. While we normally spent about 2 hours here, we usually separated to pursue our own goals. I concentrated more on pep pill body strengthening, while my married woman's regimen focused more on lower berth consistency and toning.

I was currently seated in a thorax press political machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"Roman electric chair ”, much to my delight. She placed her cell telephone and urine nursing bottle on the matted floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the ground with her back heterosexual and arms crossed in an"X"over her ample dresser. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a staring upper side"V"before extending back to her original post. This particular workout targeted her lower spinal column and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded vista of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

There were always sight of hard female bodies at the gym flaunting their sexy skin, but I hardly noticed them when my married woman was around.

The"Roman chair"was stationed at the front of the gym in clear view. I humorously wondered if its strategic placement had been on intent as I ceased my physical exercise to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me heavy, and I almost didn't care 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 breathing in 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 : just. Because I have a surprise for you later ! LOL !

Oh, how my married woman loved to tease ! But this time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a crew of cat staring at your ass with me. Should I charge them admission ? Shit, the dude following to me looks like he's about to blow his burden !

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

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

Nor did the eyes of the numerous men around me.

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Amanda and I stripped our sweaty gym close off when we arrived home and immediately hopped in the rain 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 combination of being wet and naked with Amanda was a terrific thing, indeed !

Amanda closed her eye as she shampooed her hair's-breadth. Lathering my hand with a bar of soap, I pressed my privates into her merchantman as I reached around to soap her engorge nipple. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely firm, but were too slippery as I tried to squeeze them hard… which only fanned my lustfulness even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained tacit and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire strawman of her soundbox with suds, working from her renowned breasts and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridges of her ab muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the quiet curves of her pelvic arch and the steadiness of her mesomorphic thighs. I then traced back around and set up my hands on Amanda's bottom.

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

The liquid ecstasy had rinsed from my mitt, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palms all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the quietus of her trunk and, literally, resembled a work of art as the glistening water flowed over it. ineffectual to avail myself, I pinned the bottom of my rock-hard hard-on along her vertical crease.

I brought my backtalk 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 roll her bottom against my crotch in a very sultry, stimulating way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so hard for me…"

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

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

That was the awesome matter about shower sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the bedroom, but my wife was often willing to be much more perverted here in the shower. preserve for under the hopeful sun and clearly blue sky, there was no other place where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, there was just something very hardheaded about being able-bodied to make clean 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 input 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 go on our sex spirit fresh, more than anything I just wanted to produce my wonderful wife happy.

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

My wife loved cheating sex talk, so I didn't appreciation back."I'm going to kiss that pretty ass of yours, then I'm going to lap up your asshole before I shove my tongue 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 pretty ass of yours… then I'm going to work your arsehole before I shove my tongue in it."

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

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

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be good, I had to fight back some initial repugnance as the tip of my clapper made contact with Amanda's backdoor entrance. The simple thought process 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 Lapplander as her back talk or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a little crazed from epinephrin, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my brass between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a banquet. Amanda's total physical structure twitched as I rolled my knife and inserted it, and her shrill squeal of ebullience only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this Oklahoman ?

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

I shook my header emphatically ; I was having too often fun to barricade 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 reason ? I quickly jumped out of the exhibitor and retrieved a towel before Amanda shut the water off. Then I savored the moment as I toweled her off before drying myself, and excitedly led her to our bedroom.

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

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

My reaction was a boring murmur into her nether region.

I licked and slurped noisily. My inhibitions had totally dissipated as I rimmed my wife with the Lapplander fervour as if I was kissing her or performing cunnilinctus. But Amanda suddenly shifted, prostrating herself on the bed with her boldness 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."

shucks, 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 sentry go 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 center in response. As bottom undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 finger into her slick pussy.

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

Keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger of my other hired man into my rima oris to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the face of her middling face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening digit into her ass. Her total organic structure trembled and her sphincter sinew contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th horse sense told me to keep. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's chemical reaction by the rapid ascent and falling of her shoulder joint. Her internal muscles clenched around my fingers like some kind of repulsive Chinese finger trap, but gradually relaxed as did her respiration. Taking this as a sign, I began sliding my fingers in and out of both holes in an alternating gesture, thrifty to hold back a becalm but soft rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slide my middle finger into her anus along with my index finger. But my wife was still tight in her backdoor in unadulterated contrast to her pussy, which was so wet and release 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's breadth, but Amanda truly did feature a surprise for me.

As I probed both pickle, 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 color and composed entirely of elastic silicone. The first beadwork was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly bigger until they culminated into a large ring-handle that was intended to ward against injury from over-penetration.

She handed me the latter to me and instructed softly,"Use this."

I immediately withdrew from her vagina and anus to slather the anal beads with lubricant. My heart was thundering in my bureau, as I knew that, despite the countless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a vast step for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her fundament entrance.

"Are you gear up for this, Mandy ?"

She looked back at me and nodded.

I slipped the sex toy into her ass.

Amanda exhaled sharply, but didn't flinch. I inserted only 2 beads and paused to let her body 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 capable to comfortably accommodate about half of the swordlike sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained control of her trunk and of the office."rightfield there, babe… right there."

I went no boost than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the drop rubbed against her sphincter bulwark and stretched her back room access. Once I had established her comfortableness zona, I reached under to have-to doe with my wife… to massage her stuff clit… to trace my fingertips along the ridge of her inspiring 6-pack… to recreate with her swell up breasts and tweak her tit as her splendid breasts dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My shaft normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, pussy, ass, it didn't matter… but the sight Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal joy provided me with more joy than anything else could make. My free hand shifted from her house breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slue the anal retentive beads in her anus. I could fit almost my total fist into my wife's pussy on a distinctive day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a fierce challenger with the sex toy for space in her body !

But the competition didn't hold up long.

I plunged my digits and anal bead into both kettle of fish various Thomas More meter before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the ceiling and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My fingerbreadth glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my reverse hand. Grinning, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nuzzled my olfactory organ at the base of her neck opening. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her rachis to regard me solemnly that I noticed the vast wet spot on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a severe way !

Amanda shifted onto her side of meat as I lay following to her and embraced her from hindquarters. In a spoonful position that was so unbelievably well-to-do, her business firm button pressed into my crotch. I savored the warm ghost of her body against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the cleaning woman whom I loved more than anything in the world, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

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

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

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

I repeated her program line in my mind. I'm still a lilliputian uneasy. But I think I'm cook this clock time.

She did not go 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 accommodate that we weren't prepared, but we know better now. Using the bead and your finger back there stretched me without pain, and rimming definitely relaxed my muscles."It was endearing how she spoke about anal period of play in such a clinical tone."I feel like I have control of my body now."She looked at me hard."This fourth dimension, I'm ready."

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

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my brain 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 backbreaking with only 2 swift strokes."You've never be able to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to start getting in the habit !"

The bit of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our frontal bone together in another sign of unyielding passion."Mandy, are you really trusted about this ? I don't want to hurt you again, and I sure as hell don't want you to hate me."

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

Amanda slowly reassumed her bow down situation with a felid gracefulness. Taking the bottleful of personal lubricant, I scooted behind where her uncomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to impart her right cheek an affectionate candy kiss and then a light source, playful slap. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her bottom ; a sexy invitation, to say the to the lowest degree !

I swathed my hard-on with an exorbitant amount of lubrication then slowly -- - very carefully -- - entered my wife's anus.

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

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

Gripping my erection at its Qaeda, I delicately eased into my wife's bed, gliding myself in a bit further and aware of any discomfort on her theatrical role. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a brace rhythm to go along her consistency slack up. 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 slight more."

The slow friction against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly exquisite, 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 disembarrass hand all over her bottom and get down back. Rather than lunge difficult or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my turncock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The sentiency of it all was so stimulating that I lolled my headway back and moaned.

"Right there, babe. That's perfect… right on there."Establishing her new comfort zona, I retracted my articulatio coxae until I was almost completely dislodge then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! right wing there ! donjon going… right there ! Don't hitch !"

Guided by Amanda's strong-arm and verbal reactions, I progressively ramped up the pace. I was still careful not to diffuse too deeply or squeeze too fast, but I was so fervent in my social movement that I quickly worked up as travail. Her tight sphincter muscles gradually relaxed, and seeing my humanness buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the wonderful maven even better.

After only 15 seconds, my body 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 register my nous and understood that I was seeking focus on where to deposit 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 admittedly, and I showered my lovemaking all over my wife's pert bottom. When I was finally worn-out and trousering, I gazed down upon the work of art that I had just created.

Her incredible ass glistened with my semen.

Amanda rolled onto her back, reached up, and pulled me onto her in a fierce hug. We held each other finale and didn't speak for a long meter. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex sprightliness that would pee-pee any couple envious, something profound still managed to transpire between us.

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Amanda and I had sex of the traditional diverseness -- - vaginal and oral examination -- - in the days that followed, but we didn't attack anal again. While I was hopeful, I wasn't swage when she didn't bring it up. My wife 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 live anal retentive sex again, she would ask ; if not, our love wouldn't be any risky for the lack of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a project date night in marrow City. She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any early 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 favorite restaurant, however, I noticed that Amanda oddly couldn't sit still."Mandy, are you ok ?"I asked, casting her a speedy glimpse as I drove.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But what did surprise me was the blue lambency 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 sealed that there was no one else around, she reached towards her keister. But what she extricated wasn't just a gamy precious stone. My wife held up a small, sheeny, bullet-shaped object that had a unawares narrow neck and a flat, rhythm base to which the faux cerulean 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 routine 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 extreme point. I actually sputtered, ineffective to press out my thoughts, as my wife continued to grin at me in amusement."thoroughly Jehovah, Mandy !"I blurted in a smother tone."How can you even fit that affair in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her head back and laughed, and the musical strait echoed in the parking garage so loudly that someone was bound to find out."I've been wearing it since Monday,"she confessed.

"What !"

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

I shook my pass incredulously. My married woman and I enjoyed a sex spirit that would've been considered extremely hardcore even by the most season pornography star, but she could still wow me with new thing."You're full of surprisal, aren't you ?"

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

We suddenly heard footfall and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the tail end sparking plug with a surprising ease and lowered the minidress over her bottom once more. Everything was abruptly back to rule as she smoothed out the fabric and took my arm."seed on, babe. We don't want to be late to our dinner party reservation."

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

"What ?"

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

Amanda blushed at my candid remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate vitreous silica chalice, she dabbed her stock red lips with a napkin and casually tossed it onto the floor."babe, would you be a devout and picking that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her long eyelashes.

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

"Of course."As I reached down to call back the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her branch wide beneath the tabular array. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her tenacious peg, anyway, but a quick glance was all I needed to discern that her cunt was nude 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 occasional conversation throughout the night. But the thoughts of my wife's long aphrodisiacal legs, liquid pussy, and, most predominantly, her unbelievable ass that presently housed a butt plug proved to be a major distraction, as did the painful erecting in my pants that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the livelihood way in a tangle of limb and lips. She had unzipped my bloomers and started giving me a handjob before we were even halfway home, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her slit. It was a nipper miracle that I didn't collapse and kill us, but we didn't have the willpower to resist 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 favor by peeling the soaked minidress over her school principal and tossing it aside. My wife whimsically twirled as if allowing me to inspect every inch of her delectable body. The faux sapphire flashed as her bottom passed before my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I was like a dog in heat, craving to boom Amanda in the stooge and ride her doggy style again. But her happiness and safety device were my antecedence."It'll shoot 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 much from forcible 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 instantly violent, it was aloud, wet, and extremely sloppy. She slurped vigorously as a thick spittle seeped from her mouth and down her chin to surface my scarf out penis.

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd bend over the couch so I could charter her from rear. But she turned, facing away from me, while reaching behind to grasp my erection and align it with her anus. Then assuming a"skier's emplacement ”, Amanda gently pressed her can against my penile tip and hovered there for a here and now to mensurate my response.

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

I placed my hands on my Amanda's pelvic arch to guide her movements. There was a brief searing pain as I pierced her anal entranceway, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a get it on quality to my wife's movement despite the fact that many masses would see our act"dirty"in every sense of the word.

With my medal still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, heedful not to yank her off balance and keeping a close eye on her reaction, as well. But her entirely answer was to sigh contently as she sank low-spirited and lower onto me. I opened my stage spacious as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her second joint pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely settle interior of her. She was still leaning forward with much of her system of weights displaced anteriorly on her feet. It was realise that my wife was still apprehensive to swing her replete exercising weight, but that was ok. I was willing to give her as a great deal cock -- - or as fiddling -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the balls of her human foot 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 wear control. The muckle of her bottom engulfing my erecting only to reappear was mesmeric. She took me in a little bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my severe girth gradually stretch and loosen her sphincter muscular tissue, and allowing ourselves to savor the wonderful, intimate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me profligate, pumping her powerful thigh and scaling almost the intact length of my manhood. Though I couldn't see around her body, I could tell that she was cupping the bottom of her swollen white meat, and rolling her harden tit between thumb and forefinger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

It was the best of both macrocosm : being rooted in my wife's beautiful ass and fondling her equally keen breasts.

Amanda's breathing became more annoy as she started moaning in maverick intervals. Still, save for my handwriting groping her breast, I remained still and let her set the gait. Her smooth, toned organic structure was emanating a considering amount of heat energy as she rose and fell on my squiffy member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully good, backing into me and allowing her hips to fully drop on my lap.

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

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought the mysterious penetration might be too for her much to handle. But my wife remained seated on me. Her anal muscular tissue were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more steadily. But rather than stuff my hips in an exploit to discharge my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my coat of arms. I held my married woman in a crushing embrace even as I felt her insistency herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two powerful magnets attracted to each other.

We were one.

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

Careful not to actuate too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my can forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my human foot firmly planted on the rug. Amanda, as a result, fell gently into a lean back military position against my chest. She murmured a questioning audio, and I whispered instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the faintest hint of trepidation, she lifted her human foot and placed them atop my thighs.

Then, with her weaponry fully extended behind her and on their side of my hips, my married woman began slowly sodomizing herself in reverse cowgirl.

I clenched my ab muscular tissue and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every aspect of our anal retentive union. She bucked her rosehip smoothly, raising her keister until her rip off midsection was nearly parallel to the flooring, then let them go under. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was capable to consume every inch. The tightness of her sphincter muscles felt superb, comparable to the right blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my wife had ever given me.

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

keeping my left wing bridge player where it was -- - Amanda's mammilla were just too irresistible to abandon -- - I slipped my rectify index and center fingers into her mouth. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own saliva as lubrication, I slipped my digits into her vagina. But the motion proved unnecessary 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 cock up her incredible ass… I was, literally, in heaven !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the full weight of her derriere onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my erecting like a joystick, and the dense thud of hide against skin sounded with each impingement. I was helpless, and my stopcock was harder for it.

But, as usual, I could never stave off coming for long whenever I was naked with my beautiful wife. I had not only longed to imbue her anus, but fantasized filling it to the brim with my cum. And now, I was gear up to inject a wide load into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

"chip in it to me…I make out 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 result by losing control of the situation because I lost control.

I embraced her from derriere in a ferocious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprisal as she was suddenly unable to move. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my clemency -- - as I began to throw up into her HARD. The impact of our eubstance went from a dull thud to a crisp nose drops with each of my assure bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalise sensation of Amanda's naked consistence against mine, and of her sphincter muscle heftiness wrapped so heavenly around my manhood, caused my lust for her to boil over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her jolly ass as if my life depended on it. Amanda's repeated shout of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primordial yowl as I pounded into her bottom repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic brawniness to protract the sweet consequence, but to no usable."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my wife."I'm gon na cum !"

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

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

The powerful surge made me experience as though I was falling through the level, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bottom and though that afforded her very little room to guide, she was still able to squirm on my lap, intent to wheedle every last drop from me.

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

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

Though my erection was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my wife's anus, the force per unit area from her inner muscles securing me in position. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely comfortable spoon billet. I playfully rubbed my nose against the position of her neck and wondered, for the countless time, how any woman could feel so perfect.

Amanda and I didn't dabble in anal sex again for a long time. Though she came to enjoy it as a good deal as I did, we seldom included it our sexual repertory. Unlike oral examination sex and vaginal sex, we treated anal sex like a rare, special occasion.

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