Prologue

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

This is, by no means, intended to depersonalise or demean my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible characteristic -- - in no particular ordination -- - that, in my modest opinion, station her in the high echelons of physical beauty.

The first is the flawlessness of her expression and the unblemished texture of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's lovely lentigo, which is perhaps her sexiest characteristic of all, but the way her brownness centre always twinkle with mischief, like there's an inside antic that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the world more brilliantly than the sun on my grim days

aside from her supermodel-like salutary looking at, citizenry probably observation Amanda's amazing bosom first when she enters the way : 34c… perfect in figure, sizing, and firmness… perfect in every way ! Amanda's breasts are obviously magnificent when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snug, sweaty play bra.

Lastly, of course, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't posse comitatus a"bubble laughingstock"or an"apple bottom"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to describe her fanny as such ! No, she flaunts a streamlined, super-toned ass, achieved from strenuous workout at the gym and running 20+ geographical mile weekly, that is as firm as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's white meat, the sight of her bare fundament is an sinful pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga drawers.

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

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Several fibril of Amanda's long opprobrious silky whisker fell over her face, and she blew them aside through the quoin of her sassing. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing dishes that I had oafishly forgotten in the sink. Her back was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her hair covered most of her backside. However, clad in a close sportswoman bra and yoga knickers that left little to the resource, it was difficult not to mark the chisel muscle of my wife's V-shaped amphetamine torso. Her organic structure was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a mannequin of health and fitness. But my center insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

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

I stood in the middle of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The simple great deal of her tush, especially in those sexy yoga knickers, made me harder than adamant. I was so engrossed by its perfection that I didn't realize she had shut off the water until she turned around.

My married woman regarded with me with a bemused reflexion, but I hardly noticed. I went from being mesmerized by her behind to fixating on her beautiful breasts and sexy 6-pack abs that rippled impressively with the slight 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 shadiness than mine."Sorry, you caught me red-handed."

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

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

The soundness 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 find 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 keep this discussion in the shower."Normally, that would've sounded perfect because some of the best sex that we ever experienced had taken billet there.

But I required instant satisfaction.

"I can't time lag,"I confessed in a anguish tint."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you right on now."Amanda's scrumptious fundament had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next Word of God without thinking, and immediately regretted it :"I want to deform you over this sink and collar your ass."

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

Amanda had a designated"No Fly geographical zone ”, which essentially meant that I was forbidden to cum anywhere above her neck. To put it succinctly, she would not end my cock sucking by swallowing or allowing me to jack off near her face. I never pushed the issue. After all, viva sex was already an intimate act that required a great pile of trust between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing come 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 unbelievable ass… now that was a dissimilar story. Unfortunately, her 2nd sexual exclusion was anal retentive sex. Each time I would take it up or even hedge around the subject, my wife would crisp her poke and immediately end the discussion with a resounding"No !"

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

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

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

Amanda rolled her eyes with a look of immense disgust that almost killed the mood and shriveled my satiate phallus to its archetype 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 take 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 power that she wielded over me.

"Good Shepherd, Mandy. Are you going to prepare me get on my stifle and beg ? Because I will."

Amanda was amused by my deplorable desperation but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her bottom against my private parts. I was so aroused that my penis was erect in my bloomers, and its undersurface was pinned along her vertical furrow. I began to shift my body against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

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

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

"Take off the leggings,"I whispered."I want to make up love to you flop now."

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

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

"OH….FUCK !"

A right sexual climax surged between my legs as I dry-humped my wife's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my arms automatically snaked around her body. A less woman wouldn't have tolerated how gratingly I squeezed her tit, but my wife merely cackled as I used her entire body to pleasure myself.

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

"This isn't queer !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

"Um, no. I am most certainly not."Dry-humping my wife's tail end 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 leave the kitchen, however, she stopped to bet at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower down now. come sum me."It was a statement, not a request."Maybe I can clean you up before we make another mess."

My erection instantaneously returned.

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A week later, Amanda and I were getting ready for a dinner date with my best booster Dimitri and his new girl Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the first sentence. Dimitri was as dear to my married woman as he was to me, so we both wanted to shit a full opinion on Kate for his sake. I was in our waltz press searching for a gracious shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I search ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky black-market mini-dress. Composed of a very gentle and stretchy material, the mini-dress was so thin and form-fitting that that it was like another layer of skin. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attention to Amanda's fulgurous cleavage. The can of the minidress barely reached halfway down her second joint, showing off am unconscionable sum of her fabulously tone up runner's stage. Combined with the stiletto heel that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her legs appear obscenely long.

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

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

"Still fits,"she declared proudly while studying her profile in a uncut mirror.

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

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

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

"Omigod, baby. Please don't say that ! Should I vary ?"

It was both a approving and a curse for a adult female to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her tidings, wry sense of humor, and overall charm, it easily outshined her physical attributes, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

"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 discernment to downright predatory."We still have some time before we need to leave."

My wife threw an even more pixilated smile my way as she turned and sauntered into the bathroom without further comment. With a hump in my pants and my core thumping hard, 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 of Nazareth Saviour, Mandy. Your ass is fucking incredible."

My wife stepped to the bathroom sink and promptly leaned over it. With her font inches from the mirror and her upper one-half parallel to the story, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't elucidate enough, she reached back with one had to broadcast her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

I came right up to Amanda from tooshie. She brought her face to mine, and we kissed like 2 untamed animate being succumbing to their primordial needs. Gripping my hard-on like a blade, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her vertical crease.

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

My wife received no contention as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a little rough, I palmed the back of her head to force Amanda to stare at herself in the mirror."picket as I bang the netherworld out of you,"I growled.

Amanda and I had 3 specifics places where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the shower, and outdoor on a clear and cheery day. Currently, her centre were as across-the-board as her sassing as we gazed at our own contemplation while making love. But I happened to catch sight of her puckered hole 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 optic. Without thought process, I brushed the pad of my forefinger finger's breadth over it.

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

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an electrical impact. Her head and back 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 maximum disbelief, she nodded !

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

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

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

Goddamn, she's got a tight ass !

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

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

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

"Babe, you're hurting me !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda's pace gradually returned to normal as I followed her to the garage. Her conduct also softened, and she was back to her bubbly, talkative ego by the time we were on the route. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attempt at anal sex for the balance of the night.

I felt like such a horrible husband.

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

Then the gruntle shaking happened again.

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

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

I asked glibly,"Good Scripture ya got there ?"

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

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

She flushed in overplus."Another one of my Romance novels."

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

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

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

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

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

"We should've stretched my, uh, back doorway first before we did anything."I was in such incredulity at the topic of conversation that I gaped at my wife."Using finger is obvious, but anal bead are highly recommend, too."

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

"Yes, silly. You know, the silicone polymer I that start belittled and get bounteous ?"

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

Amanda let that pass."Anal beads can be less painful than fingers,"she continued in a scholarly flavour that was endearing and absolutely lovely,"since you can regulate the amount of stretch with the size of the beads. And we definitely should've used lube yesterday, too !"

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

Her expression was angelic."I'm recital about it in my romance novel."I was about to utter a crude comment when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, babe. It actually felt good when you were in… there… at first."My eyes widened."But then I got kind of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to hurt, and I felt like I was losing ascendancy of my body and that everything inside was going to germinate out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much Thomas More quash and added,"Not to go ever more sicken, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can help to curb those reflexes before anal incursion. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that sink in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the sum of money of entropy 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 depraved sorting of way."Yea ? So that's what you've been reading in your lampblack 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 plenty to realise that we weren't going to essay 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 sentence and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was ahead of time Sun aurora, which meant it was time for her to cope with with her training chemical group for another 10 Swedish mile run in the J. J. Hill.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stunning smiling. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert jersey as a nightie, and zip else save for a pair of pinko panties. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her athletic frame and hugged the curves of her rear end perfectly. Most fair sex who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's rude beauty first matter in the morning.

"Tempting,"she responded impudently,"but running the track with my squad gives me a unspoilt workout than you do in bed !"

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her strip naked and don her hunt attire : a snug sports bra and tight legging, an outfit that would undoubtedly do anyone within a 100ft spoke to stare at her and bosh. My wife tied her hair into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the lips, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to satisfy 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 brow to mine."I know,"she responded tenderly."It's ok, infant. We didn't know what we were doing and, like I said, I was scared and couldn't relax."Then she smirked."And you're just so big that I couldn't fit you."

I sighed and gazed at Amanda in worship. I freely admitted that my humanity was average-sized and not some grow over lusus naturae, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to gentle my guilt. The gesture warmed my pump, and I hugged my wife fiercely, afraid to let go because I knew I didn't deserve her."I love you so much, Mandy."

"I love you, too. At to the lowest degree we'll know better for side by side time."She turned and was suddenly gone.

Next meter ?

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

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"Next prison term ”, unfortunately, didn't arrive for a recollective time.

week later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary sports bra and leggings again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over sentence. While we normally spent about 2 60 minutes here, we usually separated to pursue our own goals. I concentrated more on upper torso strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on low-toned body and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest mechanical press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"roman chair ”, much to my delight. She placed her prison cell phone and water bottle on the matt-up storey. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree slant to the ground with her back heterosexual and blazon crossed in an"X"over her sizable breast. Then, flexing at the waistline, Amanda formed a perfective tense upside"V"before extending back to her original position. This particular workout targeted her frown back and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded view of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"Roman chair"was stationed at the front of the gym in exonerated view. I humorously wondered if its strategic positioning had been on function as I ceased my utilisation to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me hard, and I almost didn't care if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling prankish, 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 tease ! But this time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a cluster of bozo staring at your ass with me. Should I buck them admission ? tinker's damn, the dude next to me looks like he's about to fuck up his load !

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

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

Nor did the eye of the numerous men around me.

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

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her hair. Lathering my hands with a bar of easy lay, I pressed my crotch into her arse as I reached around to soap her gormandise tits. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely immobile, but were too slippery as I tried to squeeze them hard… which only fanned my lecherousness even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained silent and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire presence of her body with soapsuds, working from her illustrious breasts and down to her breadbasket, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridges of her ab muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth curve of her hips and the steadiness of her mesomorphic thigh. I then traced back around and find out my handwriting 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 hands, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my medallion all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the ease of her body and, literally, resembled a work of art as the glistening water system flowed over it. Unable to aid myself, I pinned the underside of my rock-hard erection along her perpendicular 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 ? Fuck, that drove me so crazy."

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to undulate her prat against my genitals in a very sensual, cause way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so severely 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 exhibitioner. spare for under the lustrous sun and clear blue sky, there was no other place where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, there was just something very virtual about being able to make clean up immediately after making a filthy passel !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's scrumptious ass after using it to fuck off, I suddenly recalled the comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curiosity was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to go through it. And while I wanted to restrain our sex animation tonic, more than anything I just wanted to puddle my howling wife happy.

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

My wife loved sordid sex talk, so I didn't hold back."I'm going to kiss that somewhat ass of yours, then I'm going to lick your arsehole before I shove my clapper in it."

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

But I spun her back around so quickly that she yelped."I told you, Mandy : I'm going to osculate that passably ass of yours… then I'm going to lick your asshole before I shove my glossa 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 mouth watered.

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

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be honorable, I had to contend back some initial revulsion as the tip of my tongue made contact with Amanda's back door entry. The mere thought of rimming someone, even my wife, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no loathing. In fact, her ass tasted the Lapplander as her lips or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a little deranged from adrenaline, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my nerve between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a feast. Amanda's entire body twitched as I rolled my spit and inserted it, and her pipe up squeal of enthusiasm only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this sooner ?

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

I shook my heading emphatically ; I was having too lots fun to stop and relocate.

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

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

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

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

My response was a pall grumble 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 cunnilingus. But Amanda suddenly shifted, prostrating herself on the bed with her fount 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."

Damn, 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 shaft. Amanda cooed and involuntarily waggled her ass before my adoring eyes in response. As tail end undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 finger's breadth into her tricksy pussy.

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

Keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the indicant finger's breadth of my other hand into my mouth to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the side of meat of her pretty face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me nose my glistening digit into her ass. Her full consistence trembled and her anatomical sphincter muscular tissue contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th senses told me to take hold. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid insurrection and falling of her shoulders. Her internal muscularity clenched around my digit like some sort of obscene Chinese finger bunker, but gradually relaxed as did her breathing. Taking this as a house, I began sliding my finger's breadth in and out of both jam in an alternating question, measured to keep a steadfast but gentle rhythm.

Amanda expressed spiritedly,"I never knew this could experience so unspoiled !"

I nimbly attempted to slide my center finger into her anus along with my index finger. But my wife was still pissed in her back entrance in stark direct contrast to her kitty-cat, which was so wet and loose that I could've driven a truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my middle digit merely pressed against its outer rim. I continued with just 1 finger, but Amanda truly did have a surprisal for me.

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottle of personal lubricant and a set of anal beads ! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in colouring and composed entirely of pliable silicone polymer. The world-class bead was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly bigger until they culminated into a orotund ring-handle that was intended to guard against trauma from over-penetration.

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

I immediately withdrew from her vagina and anus to slather the anal retentive astragal with lubricator. My heart and soul was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the numberless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge whole step for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her rear entrance.

"Are you cook 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 able to comfortably reconcile about half of the ensiform sex toy.

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

I went no further than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the bead rubbed against her sphincter wall and stretched her back door. Once I had established her comfort zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to massage her englut clit… to trace my fingertips along the ridge of her inspiring 6-pack… to trifle with her swollen breast and pull off her nipples as her magnificent boob dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, pussy, ass, it didn't matter… but the flock Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal retentive delight provided me with more joy than anything else could birth. My gratis hand shifted from her house breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slither the anal beads in her anus. I could fit almost my entire fist into my married woman's kitty-cat on a distinctive day, but my 2 finger's breadth were, literally, in a savage competition with the sex toy for blank space in her body !

But the challenger didn't survive long.

I plunged my digits and anal retentive beads into both pickle several more clock time before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the cap and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My finger's breadth glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opposite handwriting. smile, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nuzzled my nose at the base of her neck. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her backrest to reckon me solemnly that I noticed the huge wet pip on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way !

Amanda shifted onto her side as I lay next to her and embraced her from rear end. In a spoonful position that was so unbelievably comfortable, her firm push pressed into my crotch. I savored the warm touch of her body against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the woman whom I loved more than anything in the world, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

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

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

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

I repeated her command in my nous. I'm still a little spooky. But I think I'm ready this clip.

She did not vocalise 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 hour of it."

"I wouldn't say that I hated it, babe,"Amanda conceded."I will admit that we weren't prepared, but we know better now. Using the beads and your fingers back there stretched me without pain, and rimming definitely relaxed my muscles."It was endearing how she spoke about anal romp in such a clinical tone."I feel like I have control condition of my trunk now."She looked at me gruelling."This time, 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 leave to let me sodomize her once Sir Thomas More out of pure love.

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my question without any sorrow."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 intemperate with only 2 Swift slash."You've never be able-bodied to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to start getting in the habit !"

The moment of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our frontal bone together in another signal of unyielding love."Mandy, are you really surely about this ? I don't want to hurt you again, and I sure as Scheol 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 hate you. Just used the lubricant… and be gentle with me."

Amanda slowly reassumed her prostrate view with a feline gracefulness. Taking the feeding bottle of personal lubricant, I scooted behind where her incomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to give her right cheek an affectionate candy kiss and then a light, playful slap. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her bottom ; a sexy invitation, to say the least !

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

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

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

Gripping my erection at its base, I delicately eased into my married woman's merchant ship, gliding myself in a bit encourage and mindful of any discomfort on her voice. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a steady speech rhythm to keep her body 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 picayune more."

The slow friction against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly dainty, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could feel so amazing. It was like see traditional vaginal sex with my married woman or making honey to her throat. I glided my unblock handwriting all over her bottom and small back. Rather than hurtle hard or pushing, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my cock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

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

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

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal reactions, I progressively ramped up the yard. I was still careful not to penetrate too deeply or stuff too fast, but I was so fervent in my move that I quickly worked up as swither. Her plastered anatomical sphincter heftiness gradually relaxed, and seeing my manhood buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the marvelous whizz even better.

After only 15 endorsement, 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 read my mind and understood that I was seeking direction on where to deposit my load."Pull out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

I emitted a guttural bellow as I withdrew from Amanda's anal orifice. She immediately flattened herself on the bed as I straddled her and stroked myself feverishly. My aim was true, and I showered my lovemaking all over my wife's pert bottom. When I was finally expend and panting, I gazed down upon the employment 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 former close and didn't speak for a long sentence. Though we had been married for almost a tenner and enjoyed a fulfilling sex animation that would pass water any couple envious, something profound still managed to transpire between us.

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

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a figure date Night in core metropolis. She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any other Nice wearing apparel to have on. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her bust it.

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

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

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

My wife snorted in entertainment but didn't respond.

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

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

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

But what did surprise me was the blue glimmer precious stone 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 sure that there was no one else around, she reached towards her buttocks. But what she extricated wasn't just a blue gem. My wife held up a small, glazed, bullet-shaped object that had a short narrow neck and a flat, circular base to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A bum fireplug !

I gaped at my wife.

"What ?"Amanda asked as if pulling an inanimate aim from one's ass was an casual occurrence."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, ineffectual to state my thoughts, as my married woman continued to grin at me in amusement."skillful 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 drumhead back and laughed, and the musical theater sound echoed in the parking service department so loudly that somebody was bound to hear."I've been wearing it since Monday,"she confessed.

"What !"

"Not continuously,"Amanda quickly added."I only wore it for 5 minutes that day, and have been gradually increasing the duration. Omigod, it took me forever to get the plug into my ass that low gear prison term !"For whatever ground, 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 animation that would've been considered extremely hardcore even by the most temper porn star, but she could still wow me with new thing."You're full of surprises, aren't you ?"

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

We suddenly heard footsteps and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the behind plug with a surprising easiness and lowered the minidress over her bottom once more. Everything was abruptly back to normal as she smoothed out the cloth 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 construction that she always did when focusing on something. I gazed at her in adoration, but she peeked over the top of the menu and furrowed her forehead questioningly.

"What ?"

"Oh goose egg. I'm just admiring your cute freckles… and thinking about the hind end stopper that's currently shoved up your ass."

Amanda blushed at my candid remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate quartz glass chalice, she dabbed her line of descent red backtalk with a napkin and casually tossed it onto the base."Babe, would you be a dear and option that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her hanker eyelashes.

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

"Of course."As I reached down to retrieve the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs extensive beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously high-pitched on her long legs, anyway, but a promptly glance was all I needed to discern that her pussycat 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 nonchalant conversation throughout the night. But the thoughts of my married woman's long aphrodisiacal legs, politic pussy, and, most predominantly, her unbelievable ass that presently housed a goat plug proved to be a major distraction, as did the painful hard-on in my pants that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the livelihood room in a tangle of limb and lips. She had unzipped my pant and started giving me a handjob before we were even center place, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her twat. It was a youngster miracle that I didn't crash and kill us, but we didn't have the possession to stand firm touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lust that we didn't even make it to the bedchamber. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the couch, where she relieved me of my vesture. And I returned the party favor by peeling the tight minidress over her head and tossing it aside. My married woman whimsically twirled as if allowing me to inspect every inch of her red-hot body. The fake cerulean flashed as her bottom passed before my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I was like a dog in heat, craving to nail Amanda in the can and razz her bow-wow style again. But her happiness and condom were my priority."It'll contract me 2 second,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my married woman threw me onto the sofa with a force that was derived as a lot 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 knees apart.

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

The blowjob was unlike any my wife had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the scepter of being outright violent, it was cheap, wet, and extremely haphazard. She slurped vigorously as a blockheaded spittle seeped from her mouth and down her chin to coat my pig out phallus.

Lubrication, indeed !

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

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

I placed my hands on my Amanda's rose hip to guide her social movement. There was a brief searing pain as I pierced her anal entry, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a loving quality to my wife's movement despite the fact that many citizenry would consider our act"dirty"in every signified of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, careful not to yank her off Libra and keeping a closing curtain eye on her chemical reaction, as well. But her only response was to sigh contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my pegleg full as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thigh pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely rooted interior of her. She was still leaning forward with much of her weight displaced anteriorly on her infantry. It was illuminate that my married woman was still apprehensive to cut down her full weighting, but that was ok. I was unforced to give her as a great deal cock -- - or as little -- - as she wanted.

"Your ass flavour fantastic, Mandy… you feel fantastic."

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the balls of her feet onto her bounder 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 control. The vision of her prat engulfing my erecting only to re-emerge was hypnotic. She took me in a little bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my hard girth gradually stretch and relax her anatomical sphincter brawniness, and allowing ourselves to enjoy the wonderful, intimate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me faster, pumping her potent thigh and scaling almost the entire length of my humanity. Though I couldn't see around her torso, I could distinguish that she was cupping the underside of her self-conceited knocker, and rolling her harden nipples between ovolo and index finger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

It was the C. H. Best of both worlds : being rooted in my married woman's beautiful ass and fondling her equally dainty breasts.

Amanda's breathing became more ragged as she started moaning in atypical time interval. Still, save for my hands groping her chest, I remained still and let her set the pace. Her smooth, toned torso was emanating a considering amount of money of heat as she rose and fell on my stiff member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully upright, backing into me and allowing her hips to fully dismiss on my lap.

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

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought the cryptical penetration might be too for her much to handle. But my wife remained seated on me. Her anal musculus were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more steadily. But rather than hurtle my pelvis in an sweat to discharge my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my blazon. I held my wife in a crushing embrace even as I felt her pressing herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two brawny magnets attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a long piece, Amanda and I didn't move. We were to a greater extent than mental object to feel our warm bare eubstance against each other, and being completely rooted in her bottom was a sensation unlike any other. I could've remained in this office until the end of time, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to move too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my bottom forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my ft firmly planted on the rug. Amanda, as a result, fell gently into a reclined stead against my pectus. She murmured a teasing audio, and I whispered instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the faintest speck of trepidation, she lifted her substructure and placed them atop my thighs.

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

I clenched my abdominal muscles and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every aspect of our anal retentive union. She bucked her coxa smoothly, raising her hindquarters until her cheat midsection was nearly parallel to the floor, then let them bury. Like before, she gradually worked my shaft into her anus until it was able-bodied to exhaust every inch. The constriction of her sphincter muscles felt superb, comparable to the best blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my wife had ever given me.

Amanda grunted and moaned as she pumped her hips more robustly now. Her luxuria matched my own, and I snaked my blazonry around her eubstance to attempt out her tit again. But as my hands squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"Play with my twat !"

safekeeping my left hand hand where it was -- - Amanda's pap were just too irresistible to abandon -- - I slipped my rectify exponent and middle fingers into her mouth. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own spit as lubrication, I slipped my finger into her vagina. But the motion proved unneeded as Amanda's gob was already sopping wet.

My mitt on my hot wife's perfective tense breasts… my fingers in her warm pussy… my dick up her incredible ass… I was, literally, in heaven !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the replete weightiness of her merchantman onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my erection like a joystick, and the dampen thud of pelt against skin sounded with each encroachment. I was helpless, and my cock was gruelling for it.

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

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

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

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

I embraced her from tooshie in a ferocious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprise as she was suddenly ineffective to actuate. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my mercy -- - as I began to stuff up into her HARD. The impact of our body went from a dull thumping to a sharper smack with each of my controlled bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalize sensation of Amanda's naked body against mine, and of her sphincter sinew wrapped so heavenly around my manhood, caused my luxuria for her to boil over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her moderately ass as if my biography depended on it. Amanda's repeated outcry of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my fundamental roar as I pounded into her undersurface repeatedly with all the force play I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic muscles to prolong the Henry Sweet instant, but to no usable."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my wife."I'm gon na cum !"

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

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

The herculean rush made me feel as though I was falling through the trading floor, and I rolled my psyche back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bottom and though that afforded her very short room to steer, she was still able to squirm on my lap, intent to coax every last drop from me.

When I finally had no more to dedicate, all tension abruptly left my body and I sunk into the couch with a loud, content sigh. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in number, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to hold her close, our dresser heaving and our bodies steaming from exertion.

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

Though my erecting was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my married woman's anus, the pressure from her internal muscleman securing me in place. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely comfortable spoon position. I playfully rubbed my nose against the side of her neck and wondered, for the countless clip, how any cleaning lady could feel so perfect.

Amanda and I didn't dabble in anal sex again for a tenacious time. Though she came to relish it as practically as I did, we seldom included it our sexual repertoire. Unlike oral sex and vaginal sex, we treated anal sex like a rarified, special occasion.

And that's precisely why making love to my married woman's ass was so marvellous !