Prologue

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

This is, by no mean value, intended to externalise or demean my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible characteristics -- - in no specific gild -- - that, in my humble ruling, position her in the gamy echelons of forcible beauty.

The starting time is the perfection of her face and the unblemished texture of her naturally tan tegument. I've come to fetishize Amanda's adorable freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of all, but the way her dark-brown centre always twinkle with mischief, like there's an inside laugh that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the world more brilliantly than the sun on my drear days

aside from her supermodel-like in force face, people probably card Amanda's amazing breast first when she enters the room : 34c… perfect in cast, size, and firmness… perfective 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 cubby, sweaty summercater bra.

Lastly, of course of action, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't posse comitatus a"ripple butt"or an"apple bottom"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to trace her buttocks as such ! No, she flaunts a aerodynamic, super-toned merchant ship, achieved from strenuous exercising at the gym and running 20+ miles weekly, that is as firmly as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's white meat, the sight of her bare backside 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 strands of Amanda's long black silky hair fell over her typeface, and she blew them aside through the corner of her mouth. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing dishes that I had oafishly forgotten in the swallow hole. 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-fitting mutant bra and yoga pants that left little to the imagination, it was difficult not to comment the rip off muscleman of my wife's V-shaped upper torso. Her torso was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a framework of health and physical fitness. But my eyes insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

That ass… my god… that unbelievable, double-dyed ass…

I stood in the middle of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The mere sight of her bottom, especially in those sexy yoga pants, made me harder than rhomb. 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 verbalism, but I hardly noticed. I went from being mesmerized by her prat to fixating on her beautiful titty and aphrodisiacal 6-pack abs that rippled impressively with the slightest apparent 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 wraith 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 hired man on her hips, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her bum, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen swallow hole. My burgeoning erection pressed into the crease of her ass as I encircled her with my weapon system. Amanda squealed and attempted to worm away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

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

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

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

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

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

But I required exigent gratification.

"I can't wait,"I confessed in a pained tone."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you right now."Amanda's delectable bed had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my side by side dustup without thought process, and immediately regretted it :"I want to turn you over this cesspit and nail your ass."

My wife was typically adventuresome in bed. Save for the extremely bizarre, there wasn't anything that she wasn't willing to try at least once. We often watched porn together, dabbled with sex toys, and even practiced light thrall while taking turning 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 finish my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jacklight off near her font. I never pushed the yield. After all, oral sex was already an intimate act that required a great deal of trust between us, and my married woman understandably considered swallowing semen grotesque, much less wearing it on her face ! While I secretly fantasized about both, I was just glad to be receiving blowjob fairly regularly.

But nailing Amanda in her incredible ass… now that was a unlike story. Unfortunately, her 2nd sexual exception was anal sex. Each time I would bring it up or even evade around the matter, my married woman would crinkle her nose and immediately end the discussion with a resounding"No !"

But the Sir Thomas More Amanda denied me anal retentive sex, the more I craved it. Her ass was so absurdly perfect that sodomizing it became an obsession. sure enough, traditional vaginal sex, as well as viva voce sex, with my wife was as incredible as ever, but every clock time she was bare or simply walked by, I couldn't help but dream about poking her in the butt.

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

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

Amanda rolled her optic with a look of immense disgust that almost killed the humour and shriveled my engorged penis to its master sizing.

Almost.

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

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

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 mightiness that she wielded over me.

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

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

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

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

"Take off the legging,"I whispered."I want to take a leak love to you right now."

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

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

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

Amanda wiggled her rosehip, and that was my angle point.

"OH….FUCK !"

A powerful climax surged between my legs as I dry-humped my wife's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my arms automatically snaked around her soundbox. A lesser cleaning lady wouldn't have tolerated how harshly I squeezed her breasts, but my married woman merely cackled as I used her entire body to pleasure myself.

When I was finally washed-out, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in sodding mental rejection 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 bloomers all over myself. My wife took one face at me and chortled.

"This isn't funny !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

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

My eye were drawn back to Amanda's ass as she strode past me. Just as she was about to croak the kitchen, however, she stopped to bet at me over her berm."I'm going to shower now. Come junction me."It was a financial statement, not a request."Maybe I can strip 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 in effect supporter Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the first time. Dimitri was as honey to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to get to a upright impression on Kate for his sake. I was in our walk-in closet searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I look ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky fateful mini-dress. Composed of a very soft and stretchy textile, the mini-dress was so slim down and form-fitting that that it was like another layer of peel. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed care to Amanda's eye-popping cleavage. The bottom of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thighs, showing off am exorbitant amount of her fabulously toned runner's stage. Combined with the stiletto heels that Amanda was wearing, the turnout made her legs appear obscenely long.

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

I had seen Amanda in this minidress before, of row. I had purchased it for a surprisal dinner particular date [ refers to"Mandy's Sexcapade : Pantyless & Proud"]. Now, 1 nestling and a few years later, my married woman 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 smash my wife's figure in the least bit. She was clearly getting better with time, just like fine wine. I gazed at her rapturously."Kate is going to hate you."

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

"Because she's going to finger 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 fair sex to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her intelligence service, wry sense of liquid body substance, and overall magic spell, it easily outshined her physical property, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

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

My married woman threw an even more mischievous smile my way as she turned and sauntered into the bathroom without further input. With a swelling in my pants and my sum thumping concentrated, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to view 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 married woman stepped to the privy sink and promptly leaned over it. With her font column inch from the mirror and her upper berth half parallel to the trading floor, Amanda waggled her stern seductively. As if her invitation wasn't discharge enough, she reached back with one had to distribute her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

I came right up to Amanda from hindquarters. She brought her face to mine, and we kissed like 2 rampantly animal succumbing to their fundamental needs. Gripping my erecting like a sword, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her upright crease.

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

My wife received no line of reasoning as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a little rough, I palmed the back of her heading to force Amanda to stare at herself in the mirror."lookout as I bang the hell 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 eyes were as wide as her mouth as we gazed at our own musing while making love. But I happened to catch pot of her puckered fix as I glanced down.

My peter 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 oculus. Without thinking, I brushed the pad of my indicator digit over it.

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

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an galvanic shock. Her head and spur 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 dramatic response !

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

To my utmost disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her kitty and inflammation filled my intellection 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 aflutter facial expression in the mirror as I began to penetrate her, but winced when her intimate muscles automatically contracted at my intrusion.

Goddamn, she's got a tight ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my tooth as I was barely able to fit my bulging promontory 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 rigorous. But the sight of my tool partially buried in her ass so visually exhilarating -- -- there bare fact that I was finally having anal sex with my wife so thrilling -- - that it was worth the forcible discomfort.

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

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

"Babe, you're hurting me !"

I swore and immediately pulled out."I'm so good-for-nothing, Mandy ! Are you ok ? I'm so dingy !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt like such a atrocious husband.

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An odd, patrician shaking woke me betimes the next morning. It was Lord's Day -- - my day to catch some Z's in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my face and tried to fall back asleep.

Then the blue-blooded quivering happened again.

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

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

I asked glibly,"Good al-Qur'an ya got there ?"

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

My botheration instantly evaporated. There was zip my married woman could ever do to rile 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 times, it still surprised me that she enjoyed those cheesy"happily ever after"stories so much. But we both had our vices."Oh yea ? Any respectable sex scene ?"

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

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

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

That got my attending."What do you entail ?"

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

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

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

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

Amanda let that pass."Anal pearl can be less dreadful than finger's breadth,"she continued in a scholarly tone that was endearing and absolutely lovely,"since you can regulate the amount of reaching with the size of the beads. And we definitely should've used lubricating substance yesterday, too !"

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

Her expression was angelic."I'm reading about it in my romanticism novel."I was about to speak a primitive scuttlebutt when she continued animatedly,"I have to be reliable, babe. It actually felt trade good when you were in… there… at first."My eyes widened."But then I got sort of pit,"she confessed,"and it started to hurt, and I felt like I was losing control condition of my body and that everything inside was going to film out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much Thomas More subdued and added,"Not to vocalize ever more disgusting, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can assist to inhibit those reflex before anal penetration. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that lapse in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the quantity of information that Amanda was presenting me. But while I had never rimmed her before, the mere fact that she was bringing it up was very appealing in a perverted kind of way."Yea ? So that's what you've been reading in your porno romance novels, eh ?"

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

Our conversation had me hard as a careen, and even though I was smart decent to make that we weren't going to attempt anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very to the lowest degree, going to indulge in some very incredible dawning sex. But Amanda glanced at the time and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was early Dominicus forenoon, which meant it was meter for her to meet with her training group for another 10 land mile run in the Alfred Hawthorne.

I groaned as she rolled out of bed."Why don't you show up a trivial late ? Or, secure yet, why don't you not shew up at all, and ride out here with me ? I got a really bad scabies that only you can scratch."

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented sandbag smile. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert tee shirt as a nightie, and zip else pull through for a distich of pink step-in. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her athletic material body and hugged the curve of her bottom perfectly. Most women who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my married woman's natural beauty outset affair in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her airstrip nude and don her running attire : a close-fitting sports bra and tight leggings, an outfit that would undoubtedly cause anyone within a 100ft radius to stare at her and drivel. My wife tied her haircloth into a cunning ponytail and kissed me on the lips, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to conform to her training group.

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

My wife touched her brow to mine."I know,"she responded tenderly."It's ok, sister. 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 assuage my guilt. The gesture warmed my tenderness, and I hugged my married woman fiercely, afraid to let go because I knew I didn't deserve her."I love you so much, Mandy."

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

Next time ?

Amanda's offhand input gave me Bob Hope, and that hope gave me an erection as I remained in bed to woolgather about being balls-deep in her rattling 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 sports bra and leggings again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over time. While we normally spent about 2 hr here, we usually separated to act on our own destination. I concentrated more on amphetamine body strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on lower dead body and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest of drawers press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"Roman chairwoman ”, much to my pleasure. She placed her cellular telephone telephone set and water bottleful on the tangle floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the flat coat with her backrest straight and arms crossed in an"X"over her rich breast. Then, flexing at the shank, Amanda formed a arrant upper side"V"before extending back to her original position. This particular workout targeted her abject book binding and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded horizon of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"Roman chair"was stationed at the presence of the gym in clear view. I humorously wondered if its strategic location had been on purpose as I ceased my usage to gaze at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me intemperate, 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 inspiration for my workout.

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

Oh, how my married woman loved to tease ! But this metre, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a lot of guy cable staring at your ass with me. Should I charge them admission ? diddley, the dude future to me looks like he's about to bungle his load !

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

I laughed and resumed my exercising, but my center didn't stray from my married woman's unbelievable bottomland 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 shower bath together. There probably wasn't anything I enjoyed more in sprightliness -- - aside from making love life to my beautiful wife and staring at her incredible ass -- - than bathing with her. The combining of being wet and au naturel with Amanda was a wonderful affair, indeed !

Amanda closed her center as she shampooed her hair's-breadth. Lathering my hands with a bar of grievous bodily harm, I pressed my genitals into her bottom as I reached around to soap her engorged mamilla. At 34c, they were a smattering and extremely loyal, but were too slippery as I tried to squeeze them hard… which only fanned my lust even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained still and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire figurehead of her body with suds, working from her illustrious breasts and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the telling ridges of her abdominal muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the placid curved shape of her hips and the resoluteness of her sinewy thigh. I then traced back around and notice my hands on Amanda's bottom.

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

The max had rinsed from my hands, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my decoration all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the rest of her body and, literally, resembled a work of art as the glistening water flowed over it. ineffectual to serve myself, I pinned the bottom of my rock-hard erection along her vertical crease.

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

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to riffle her nates against my private parts in a very sensual, cause way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so hard for me…"

"Just like I am now."I started to meet her drift 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 awful thing about shower sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the bedroom, but my wife was often uncoerced to be much more deprave here in the shower. bring through for under the bright sun and pass blue sky, there was no other topographic point where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, there was just something very virtual about being able-bodied to 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 comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curiosity was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to experience it. And while I wanted to keep our sex life sentence fresh, more than anything I just wanted to reach my wonderful wife glad.

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

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

Amanda's puckered golf 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 excitement. My sass watered.

I gave my married woman's anus a foresightful, slow lick.

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be true, I had to crusade back some initial revulsion as the tip of my natural language made contact with Amanda's backdoor entrance. The bare thought of rimming person, even my married woman, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no abhorrence. In fact, her ass tasted the Sami as her lips or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a trivial madden from adrenaline, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my face between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a spread. Amanda's entire body twitched as I rolled my knife and inserted it, and her strident squeal of exuberance only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this sooner ?

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

I shook my head word emphatically ; I was having too a great deal fun to blockade and relocate.

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

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

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When we reached the sleeping room, Amanda immediately crawled onto our bed on all 4's. With her bare posterior presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpeting and buried my face into her behind again. My thirstiness returned instantly.

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

My reaction was a pall murmur into her nether region.

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

hoot, she really IS into it !

I happily pounced onto the bed next to my wife. But I didn't immediately finger her anus. Instead, I caught her off guard by gently rubbing her clitoris, which was already engorged and as hard as my pecker. Amanda cooed and involuntarily waggled her ass before my adoring heart in response. As bottom undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 digit into her slickness pussy.

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

Keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger of my other manus into my oral cavity to wet it. Amanda's heart were closed and the side of her pretty face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening digit into her ass. Her entire body trembled and her sphincter muscle musculus contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th senses told me to hold. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid rising and falling of her articulatio humeri. Her internal muscleman clenched around my fingers like some kind of detestable Chinese finger lying in wait, but gradually relaxed as did her breathing. Taking this as a sign, I began sliding my finger in and out of both mess in an switch motion, measured to keep a stiff but aristocratical rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slide my middle finger into her anus along with my exponent finger. But my wife was still pixilated in her backdoor in thoroughgoing contrast to her pussy, which was so wet and unloose that I could've driven a truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my middle finger merely pressed against its outer rim. I continued with just 1 finger, but Amanda truly did receive a surprise for me.

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottleful of personal lubricant and a set of anal retentive beads ! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in color and composed entirely of flexile silicone. The outset bead 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 defend 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 string of beads with lubricant. My heart was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the numberless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge footfall for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her rear entrance.

"Are you ready for this, Mandy ?"

She looked back at me and nodded.

I slipped the sex toy into her ass.

Amanda exhaled sharply, but didn't wince. I inserted only 2 astragal 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 sword-shaped sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained control of her soundbox and of the billet."Right there, babe… good there."

I went no advance than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beads rubbed against her sphincter muscle rampart and stretched her back door. Once I had established her ease zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to massage her engorged clit… to decipher my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack… to play with her tumesce breasts and tweak her tit as her glorious breast 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 joy provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My release hand shifted from her firm breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slide the anal bead in her anus. I could fit almost my entire fist into my wife's pussy on a typical day, but my 2 fingerbreadth were, literally, in a fierce competition with the sex toy for distance in her organic structure !

But the contender didn't finally long.

I plunged my finger's breadth and anal beads into both trap several to a greater extent meter before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the ceiling and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My fingers glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opponent hand. Grinning, 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 rear to regard me solemnly that I noticed the vast wet spot on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a life-threatening way !

Amanda shifted onto her English as I lay next to her and embraced her from behind. In a spoon spot that was so unbelievably comfortable, her firm release pressed into my crotch. I savored the warm touch of her organic structure against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the woman whom I loved more than anything in the world, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

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

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

She rolled to confront me."I'm still a footling flighty. But I think I'm cook this time."

I repeated her argument in my thinker. I'm still a little nervous. But I think I'm set up this time.

She did not sound ready.

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

"I wouldn't say that I hated it, babe,"Amanda conceded."I will let in 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 sport in such a clinical note."I feel like I have controller of my body now."She looked at me grueling."This clip, I'm ready."

I could still pick out 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 sodomize her once more out of pure love.

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my head 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 hard with only 2 Jonathan Swift strokes."You've never be able to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to start getting in the use !"

The moment of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our foreheads together in another signboard of unyielding love."Mandy, are you really sure about this ? I don't want to hurt you again, and I sure as infernal region don't want you to detest me."

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

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

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

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

We sighed contently as my helmet-head slid into Amanda. I could feel her sphincter muscles 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 suffering, nor was I caught up in a blind, sex-crazed lust like previously.

Gripping my erection at its base, I delicately eased into my wife's prat, gliding myself in a bit advance and mindful of any soreness on her piece. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a steady round to keep open her body loosen 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 little more."

The wearisome friction against Amanda's rectal paries was incomprehensibly exquisite, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could feel so amazing. It was comparable experience traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making sexual love to her throat. I glided my free hand all over her bottom and glower back. quite than lunge hard or push button, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my cock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The hotshot of it all was so hasten that I lolled my head back and moaned.

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

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal reactions, I progressively ramped up the tread. I was still thrifty not to infiltrate too deeply or stuff too fast, but I was so fervent in my movements that I quickly worked up as sweat. Her tight sphincter muscularity gradually relaxed, and seeing my humanness buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the wonderful sensation even better.

After only 15 seconds, my dead 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 judgment and understood that I was seeking centering on where to deposit my consignment."twist out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

I emitted a pharyngeal consonant holla 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 honey all over my wife's pert bed. When I was finally spent and trousering, I gazed down upon the oeuvre 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 close and didn't speak for a foresighted time. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex life that would make any couple envious, something profound still managed to transpire between us.

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Amanda and I had sex of the traditional potpourri -- - vaginal and viva voce -- - in the daylight that followed, but we didn't effort anal again. While I was aspirant, 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 gestate, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything Thomas More. If Amanda wanted to experience anal sex again, she would ask ; if not, our erotic love wouldn't be any unfit for the deficiency of it.

Approximately 2 workweek later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a fancy date night in Center metropolis. She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn't that my married woman didn't have any former nice wearing apparel to hold out. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her fag out 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 quick glance as I drove.

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

"The dress is a piffling 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 goal, 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 room access and lend Amanda a paw. She took it and exited awkwardly without her usual grace.

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

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

But what did storm me was the blue devil lambency jewel that was lodged in her butt.

"What the… what is that ?"

Amanda laughed out loud as she looked around the parking service department again. After making sure that there was no one else around, she reached towards her buns. But what she extricated wasn't just a depressed jewel. My wife held up a minuscule, glistening, bullet-shaped physical object that had a inadequate narrow neck and a flat, round base to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A fag hack !

I gaped at my wife.

"What ?"Amanda asked as if pulling an inanimate object from one's ass was an everyday occurrence."I'm just prepping myself for tonight."

I was delighted at the ingratiation but in disbelief that she would actually go to such extremes. I actually sputtered, ineffective to express my view, as my wife continued to grin at me in entertainment."Good lord, Mandy !"I blurted in a stifled tonicity."How can you even fit that matter in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

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

"What !"

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

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

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

We suddenly heard footsteps and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the hind end 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."cum 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 same intense yet lovable aspect that she always did when focusing on something. I gazed at her in idolisation, but she peeked over the top of the menu and furrowed her brows questioningly.

"What ?"

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

Amanda blushed at my candid input and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate watch glass chalice, she dabbed her blood red lips with a serviette and casually tossed it onto the floor."Babe, would you be a near and choice that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her long 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 originate old.

"Of course."As I reached down to recall the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs wide beneath the tabular array. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her long pegleg, anyway, but a quick coup d'oeil was all I needed to make out that her pussy was stripped and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her napkin and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an incredible meal and maintained a casual conversation throughout the night. But the thoughts of my wife's long aphrodisiac legs, smooth cunt, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a butt cud proved to be a major beguilement, as did the awful erection in my gasp that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the living elbow room in a tangle of tree branch and rim. She had unzipped my trouser and started giving me a handjob before we were even center dwelling, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her pussy. It was a underage miracle that I didn't clangor and kill us, but we didn't have the willpower to withstand touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lust that we didn't even induce it to the bedroom. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the sofa, where she relieved me of my habiliment. And I returned the favor by peeling the tight minidress over her fountainhead and tossing it aside. My wife whimsically twirled as if allowing me to visit every column inch of her luscious body. The simulated sky-blue flashed as her bottom passed before my eyes.

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

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

My erecting was, literally, trembling and leaking for my aphrodisiac wife and her hot ass."shag,"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 oestrus, craving to nail Amanda in the butt and ride her doggie style again. But her felicity and safety were my precedency."It'll take me 2 seconds,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my married woman threw me onto the redact with a force that was derived as much from physical potency as it was from restlessness. She regarded me with a smoldering intensity and informed me quietly,"I have all the lubrication we need."

Amanda dropped to her articulatio genus and forced my articulatio genus apart.

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

The cock sucking was unlike any my wife had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the verge of being outright violent, it was meretricious, wet, and extremely sloppy. She slurped vigorously as a thick spittle seeped from her mouth and down her chin to coat my engorged phallus.

Lubrication, indeed !

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

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

I placed my mitt on my Amanda's pelvis to guide her movements. There was a brief searing pain as I pierced her anal entrance, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a have a go at it quality to my wife's movement despite the fact that many multitude would consider our act"dirty"in every common sense of the word.

With my laurel wreath still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, careful not to yank her off balance and keeping a close eye on her reaction, as well. But her exclusively response was to sigh contently as she sank downcast and lower onto me. I opened my legs across-the-board as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thighs pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely rooted inside of her. She was still leaning forward with much of her weighting displaced anteriorly on her animal foot. It was clear that my wife was still apprehensive to send packing her fully weightiness, but that was ok. I was volition to hold her as a great deal shaft -- - or as little -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the ball of her invertebrate foot onto her cad and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my sexy wife wear control condition. The stack of her tooshie engulfing my erection only to reappear was mesmeric. She took me in a lilliputian bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my strong girth gradually adulterate and unbend her sphincter muscularity, and allowing ourselves to relish the wonderful, suggest friction.

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

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

Amanda's breathing became more tantalize as she started moaning in guerilla intervals. 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 measure of heat as she rose and fell on my stiff extremity. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully just, backing into me and allowing her hips to fully drop on my lap.

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

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought the deep insight might be too for her a good deal to handle. But my wife remained seated on me. Her anal muscle were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing Thomas More steadily. But rather than shove my coxa in an effort to discharge my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my arms. I held my wife in a suppression embrace even as I felt her crush herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two potent attractive feature attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a long spell, Amanda and I didn't move. We were More than cognitive content to palpate our warm bare bodies against each other, and being completely rooted in her bottom was a sensation unlike any other. I could've remained in this position until the end of clock time, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to move too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my tail end forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my feet firmly planted on the carpet. Amanda, as a result, fell gently into a repose position against my chest. She murmured a quizzical sound, and I whispered instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the light hint of trepidation, she lifted her feet and placed them atop my second joint.

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

I clenched my abdominal musculus and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every prospect of our anal coupling. She bucked her coxa smoothly, raising her rear end until her chiseled middle was nearly parallel to the storey, then let them fall off. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able to consume every inch. The niggardliness of her anatomical sphincter muscles felt superb, comparable to the scoop blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my wife had ever given me.

Amanda grunted and moaned as she pumped her hips more robustly now. Her lust matched my own, and I snaked my arms around her soundbox to assay out her breasts again. But as my manus squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"frolic with my puss !"

retention my left hand where it was -- - Amanda's tits were just too resistless to abandon -- - I slipped my mighty index and middle fingerbreadth into her sassing. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own saliva as lubrication, I slipped my dactyl into her vagina. But the move proved unnecessary as Amanda's hollow was already sopping wet.

My hand on my hot wife's perfect breasts… my fingerbreadth in her warm pussy… my cock up her incredible ass… I was, literally, in heaven !

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

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

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

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

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

I embraced her from butt in a savage bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprise as she was suddenly unable to move. She realized that she was at my mercifulness -- - more specifically, her ass was at my clemency -- - as I began to thrust up into her HARD. The encroachment of our bodies went from a dampen thud to a keen nip with each of my controlled bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the taunt sensory faculty of Amanda's naked consistency against mine, and of her sphincter muscles wrapped so heavenly around my humanity, caused my lecherousness for her to boil over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her pretty ass as if my sprightliness depended on it. Amanda's repeated cries of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primeval bellow as I pounded into her bottom repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic muscular tissue to prolong the sweet mo, but to no available."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my married woman."I'm gon na cum !"

But Amanda's reception was to spin around 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 powerful surge made me feel as though I was falling through the story, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bottomland and though that afforded her very petty room to manoeuvre, she was still able to wriggle on my lap, intent to coax every last drop from me.

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

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

Though my erection was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my married woman's anus, the pressure from her inner muscles securing me in place. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely comfortable spoon military position. I playfully rubbed my nozzle against the position of her neck and wondered, for the countless time, how any adult female 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 much 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 wife's ass was so fantastic !