Prologue

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

This is, by no means, intended to objectify or disgrace my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 touchable characteristics -- - in no specific order -- - that, in my humble opinion, place her in the in high spirits echelons of strong-arm beauty.

The first is the flawlessness of her face and the unblemished texture of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's adorable freckles, which is perhaps her aphrodisiacal characteristic of all, but the way her brown heart always twinkle with roguery, like there's an inside trick 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 good spirit, people probably notice Amanda's amazing breasts first when she enters the room : 34c… perfective in conformation, size, and firmness… perfect in every way ! Amanda's titty are obviously glorious when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snuggery, sweaty sports bra.

Lastly, of row, is Amanda's uncomparable ass. My married woman doesn't posse a"bubble can"or an"orchard apple tree nates"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to describe her undersurface as such ! No, she flaunts a slick, super-toned tooshie, achieved from arduous physical exercise at the gym and running 20+ miles weekly, that is as firm as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's breasts, the hatful of her bare bottom is an ungodly 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 whisker fell over her face, and she blew them aside through the recess of her mouth. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing dishes that I had oafishly forgotten in the cesspit. Her back was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in esteem. Her fuzz covered most of her backside. However, clad in a snug sports bra and yoga gasp that left little to the vision, it was difficult not to notice the chiseled brawn of my wife's V-shaped upper body. Her trunk was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a theoretical account of wellness and fitness. But my eyes insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

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

I stood in the center of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The mere tidy sum of her tooshie, especially in those sexy yoga trouser, made me laborious than diamond. I was so engrossed by its flawlessness that I didn't take in she had shut off the piss until she turned around.

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

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

Amanda threw a dishcloth that narrowly missed my pass."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 manpower on her pelvic arch, and spun her around. Driving my genital organ into her behind, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sink. My burgeoning erection pressed into the flexure of her ass as I encircled her with my arms. Amanda squealed and attempted to squirm away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

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

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

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

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

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

But I required flash satisfaction.

"I can't wait,"I confessed in a pained tone."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you powerful now."Amanda's delicious bottom had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next words without thought, and immediately regretted it :"I want to bend you over this sinkhole and nail your ass."

My wife was typically adventurous in bed. salvage 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 plaything, and even practiced brightness level slavery while taking spell being the"dom/domme"and"sub ”. But there were 2 particular bounds that she unyieldingly maintained.

Amanda had a designated"No Fly geographical zone ”, which essentially meant that I was forbidden to cum anywhere above her cervix. To put it succinctly, she would not terminate my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jacklight off near her face. I never pushed the proceeds. After all, oral sex was already an confidant act that required a capital bargain of trust between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing seed grotesque, much less wearing it on her aspect ! While I secretly fantasized about both, I was just happy to be receiving blowjobs fairly regularly.

But nailing Amanda in her incredible ass… now that was a different chronicle. Unfortunately, her 2nd intimate exclusion was anal sex. Each time I would get it up or even elude around the issue, my wife would wrinkle her horn in and immediately end the discussion with a resounding"No !"

But the more Amanda denied me anal sex, the more I craved it. Her ass was so absurdly perfect that sodomizing it became an obsession. Sure, traditional vaginal sex, as well as unwritten sex, with my wife was as incredible as ever, but every fourth dimension she was nude or simply walked by, I couldn't help but pipe dream about poking her in the butt.

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

hoot 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 vox 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 overeat penis to its original sizing.

Almost.

"bag 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 slit instead ?"Sure, I was acting like a Neanderthal… but I was getting desperate !

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

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

Amanda was amused by my distressing desperation but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her tail end against my crotch. I was so aroused that my penis was vertical in my bloomers, and its bottom was pinned along her vertical flexure. I began to agitate my body against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

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

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

"yield off the leging,"I whispered."I want to lay down know to you mighty 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 rear more heavily into me, and the tangency was overwhelmingly stimulating.

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

"That's variety of the period, silly."

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

"OH….FUCK !"

A powerful climax surged between my pegleg as I dry-humped my married woman's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my arms automatically snaked around her physical structure. A lesser charwoman 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 expend, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in utter skepticism that I had used her ass -- - and to a lesser extent, her breasts -- - to get off. I moved awkwardly, afraid to get the foul wad in my pants all over myself. My wife took one flavour 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 tooshie was like tittyfucking her : heavenly in every way imaginable.

My center were drawn back to Amanda's ass as she strode past me. Just as she was about to exit the kitchen, however, she stopped to look at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower now. Come juncture me."It was a statement, not a petition."Maybe I can clean house 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 party engagement with my scoop supporter Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the first time. Dimitri was as beloved to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to take a leak a good impression on Kate for his sake. I was in our walk-in closet searching for a squeamish shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I search ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky black mini-dress. Composed of a very soft and stretchable material, the mini-dress was so thin out and form-fitting that that it was like another layer of skin. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attention to Amanda's eye-popping cleavage. The bottom of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thighs, showing off am exorbitant sum of her fabulously toned offset's legs. Combined with the stiletto hound that Amanda was wearing, the rig made her wooden leg 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 plastic wrap was like a powerful magnet that I could not tear my eyes away from. It was blatantly obviously that my married woman wasn't wearing any pantie, which made her appearance impossibly sexier.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was both a approval and a curse for a woman to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her intelligence, wry sense of humor, and boilers suit spell, it easily outshined her physical attributes, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

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

My wife threw an even more mischievous smile my way as she turned and sauntered into the toilet without promote comment. With a bulge in my bloomers and my heart thumping hard, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to see me demurely as she pulled the bottom the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Christ Christ, Mandy. Your ass is fucking incredible."

My married woman stepped to the bathroom sink and promptly leaned over it. With her brass inch from the mirror and her pep pill half parallel to the floor, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't clear enough, she reached back with one had to spread her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

I came right up to Amanda from behind. She brought her case to mine, and we kissed like 2 wild beast succumbing to their primaeval needs. Gripping my erecting like a sword, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her vertical crease.

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

My married woman received no disceptation as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a piddling rough, I palmed the vertebral column of her head to coerce Amanda to gaze at herself in the mirror."Watch as I bang the hell out of you,"I growled.

Amanda and I had 3 specific seat where we especially enjoyed having sex : in presence of a mirror, in the exhibitor, and outdoor on a clear and sunny day. Currently, her center were as wide-cut as her mouth as we gazed at our own reflectivity while making making love. But I happened to overtake mountain of her tuck hole as I glanced down.

My stopcock throbbed even harder in Amanda's kitty-cat. It was as if her asshole was calling to me… beckoning me… teasing me as it flashed before my eye. Without intellection, I brushed the pad of my index finger 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 formula was somewhat wary now, but when my wife still didn't react negatively, I slipped the tip of my power finger's breadth in.

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an electric shock. Her headway 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 explain what I meant by"it ”.

To my farthest disbelief, she nodded !

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

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

I missed my married woman's unquiet expression in the mirror as I began to penetrate her, but winced when her internal muscle 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 bulging mind in halfway. It wasn't that my hard-on was a beastly size ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even loaded. But the peck of my peter partially buried in her ass so visually stimulate -- -- there mere fact that I was finally having anal sex with my wife so thrilling -- - that it was worth the strong-arm discomfort.

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

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

"infant, you're hurting me !"

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

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

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

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

I immediately grew mute, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the woman whom I loved more than life itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and Forth River to walk off the lingering irritation. 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 gait gradually returned to pattern as I followed her to the garage. Her demeanor also softened, and she was back to her bubbly, loquacious self by the sentence we were on the road. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attempt at anal sex for the rest of the night.

I felt like such a frightful husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me early the next sunrise. It was Sunday -- - my day to log Z's in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my side and tried to settle back asleep.

Then the gentle quivering happened again.

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

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

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

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

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

She flushed in embarrassment."Another one of my love affair novels."

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

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

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

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

That got my attention."What do you think of ?"

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

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

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

"Like the 1 in the pornography video that we watched the other day."

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

"Ok…"I responded carefully, not certainly where this was leading. Then I suddenly became suspicious."Mandy, where are you getting this info from ? Did you actually inquiry this stuff and nonsense ?"

Her aspect was beatific."I'm reading about it in my romance novel."I was about to talk a fossil oil gossip when she continued animatedly,"I have to be fair, infant. It actually felt good when you were in… there… at first."My optic widened."But then I got kind of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to ache, and I felt like I was losing control of my eubstance and that everything interior was going to shoot out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much more curb and added,"Not to go ever more repellent, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can aid to conquer those unconditioned reflex before anal retentive penetration. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that sink in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the amount of information 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 subvert kind of way."Yea ? So that's what you've been reading in your filth romance novels, eh ?"

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

Our conversation had me arduous as a rock, and even though I was smart enough to realize that we weren't going to essay anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very least, going to baby in some very incredible morning sex. But Amanda glanced at the sentence and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was early Sunday morning, which meant it was time for her to receive with her training chemical group for another 10 land mile run in the Benny Hill.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stun grin. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert jersey as a nightdress, and nothing else salve for a pair of pinko panties. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her gymnastic frame and hugged the bender of her buns perfectly. well-nigh cleaning woman who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's natural beauty first matter in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her slip naked and don her running dress : a snug summercater bra and mingy leggings, an rig that would undoubtedly do anyone within a 100ft spoke to stare at her and tarradiddle. My wife tied her hair into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the backtalk, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to meet her training group.

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

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

I sighed and gazed at Amanda in adoration. I freely admitted that my humanness was average-sized and not some overgrown monstrosity, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to relieve my guilt. The motion warmed my heart, and I hugged my wife fiercely, afraid to let go because I knew I didn't deserve her."I love you so much, Mandy."

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

Next time ?

Amanda's offhand comment gave me Hope, and that hope gave me an erection as I remained in bed to daydream about being balls-deep in her fantastic 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 wonted sports bra and leggings again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over sentence. While we normally spent about 2 hours here, we usually separated to quest after our own goals. I concentrated more on upper berth physical structure strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on lower consistence and toning.

I was currently seated in a breast press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"Roman chair ”, much to my delight. She placed her cellular phone phone and water bottle on the mat floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the earth with her backbone straight person and arms crossed in an"X"over her sizeable bureau. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a double-dyed upper side"V"before extending back to her archetype emplacement. This especial exercise targeted her lower back and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded horizon of her incredible ass every metre she bent forward.

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

The"roman letters hot seat"was stationed at the front man of the gym in clear view. I humorously wondered if its strategical localization had been on purpose as I ceased my exercising to gaze at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me heavy, and I almost didn't care if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling mischievous, I withdrew my cellphone and sent her a playful text.

I'm staring at your ass right now, and I'm using it as aspiration 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 : honest. Because I have a surprise for you later ! LOL !

Oh, how my married woman loved to twit ! But this clock time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a crowd of bozo staring at your ass with me. Should I file them admission ? Shit, the dude next to me looks like he's about to botch his lode !

Amanda's ponytail flapped adorably as she shook her point in aggravation. Whatever. She tossed her cell telephone back onto the floor.

I laughed and resumed my workout, but my center didn't stray from my wife's unbelievable bottom of the inning as she continued hers.

Nor did the centre of the legion 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 together. There probably wasn't anything I enjoyed more in life -- - aside from making love to my beautiful wife and staring at her unbelievable ass -- - than bathing with her. The combining of being wet and naked with Amanda was a wonderful affair, indeed !

Amanda closed her heart as she shampooed her hair. Lathering my hired hand with a bar of liquid ecstasy, I pressed my crotch into her bottom as I reached around to soap her glut tits. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely unbendable, but were too slippery as I tried to mash them hard… which only fanned my starve even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained unsounded and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire front of her torso with soapsuds, working from her noted breasts and down to her pot, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridge of her ab muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the tranquil curve ball of her coxa and the resolution of her brawny thigh. I then traced back around and ground my hands on Amanda's bottom.

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

The easy lay had rinsed from my workforce, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palms all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the rest of her consistency and, literally, resembled a work of art as the glistening body of water flowed over it. unable to help myself, I pinned the bottom of my rock-hard hard-on along her vertical crease.

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

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to undulate her bottom against my crotch in a very animal, stimulating way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so toilsome 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 married woman knew it, too."Cum all over my ass,"she breathed softly.

That was the awesome thing about shower sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the bedroom, but my wife was often willing to be much more demoralise here in the rain shower. Save for under the brilliantly sun and well-defined bluing sky, there was no other space where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, there was just something very pragmatic about being able to scavenge up immediately after making a smutty muckle !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's scrumptious ass after using it to masturbate, I suddenly recalled the input she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her oddity was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to see it. And while I wanted to keep our sex life fresh, Sir Thomas More than anything I just wanted to make my rattling wife well-chosen.

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

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

Amanda started to flex 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 osculate that middling ass of yours… then I'm going to lick your asshole before I shove my tongue in it."

Amanda's puckered muddle 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 master her excitement. My lip watered.

I gave my wife's anus a prospicient, slow lick.

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be honest, I had to fight back some initial revulsion as the tip of my lingua made link with Amanda's backdoor entrance. The mere sentiment of rimming someone, even my wife, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no abhorrence. In fact, her ass tasted the Sami as her back talk or her pussy.

Henry Sweet and delicious.

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

Why haven't I done this Sooner ?

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

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

"confidence me, I'm enjoying this way Thomas 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 debate ? I quickly jumped out of the shower 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 bedroom, Amanda immediately crawled onto our bed on all 4's. With her bare rear presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpet and buried my fount into her bottom again. My hungriness returned instantly.

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

My response was a blunt murmur into her chthonian 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 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."

red cent, 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 button, which was already engorged and as hard as my hammer. Amanda cooed and involuntarily waggled her ass before my adoring optic in reaction. As fanny undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 fingerbreadth into her slick pussy.

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

Keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger of my other hand into my mouthpiece to wet it. Amanda's optic 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 anatomical sphincter brawn contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th smoke told me to view as. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the speedy revolt and falling of her shoulders. Her internal muscle clenched around my fingerbreadth like some form of raunchy Chinese finger trap, but gradually relaxed as did her breathing. Taking this as a augury, I began sliding my fingers in and out of both muddle in an alternating move, careful to keep a steady but gentle rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slither my middle finger's breadth into her anus along with my index finger. But my wife was still tight in her back door in stern line to her pussy, which was so wet and liberal that I could've driven a truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my midriff finger merely pressed against its outer rim. I continued with just 1 finger's breadth, but Amanda truly did take a surprise for me.

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottle of personal lubricant and a set of anal pearl ! Shaped like a blade, the sex toy was lavender in semblance and composed entirely of flexible silicone. The first bead was only the size of it of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly expectant until they culminated into a orotund ring-handle that was intended to guard against injury from over-penetration.

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

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

"Are you set up for this, Mandy ?"

She looked back at me and nodded.

I slipped the sex toy into her ass.

Amanda exhaled sharply, but didn't flinch. I inserted only 2 beads and paused to let her body adjust. When she didn't react negatively, I began gliding them in and out of her anus. Gradually -- - and very slowly -- - I penetrated more deeply until she was able to comfortably accommodate about half of the sword-shaped sex toy.

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

I went no farther than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beadwork rubbed against her sphincter wall and stretched her back door. Once I had established her consolation zone, I reached under to contact my wife… to massage her gormandise clit… to trace my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack… to play with her swollen breasts and tweak her pap as her brilliant breasts dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her… sass, cunt, ass, it didn't matter… but the good deal Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal retentive joy provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My free hand shifted from her firm breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slip the anal beads in her anus. I could fit almost my integral clenched fist into my wife's slit on a typical day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a fierce competition with the sex toy for space in her body !

But the rival didn't last long.

I plunged my fingerbreadth and anal retentive string of beads into both holes various more times before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the ceiling and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My finger glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opposite word hand. Grinning, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nuzzled my olfactory organ at the al-Qa'ida of her neck opening. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to regard me solemnly that I noticed the huge wet situation on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way !

Amanda shifted onto her side as I lay adjacent to her and embraced her from behind. In a spoonful position that was so unbelievably comfortable, her steadfast push pressed into my genital organ. 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 United States Department of State between slumber and alertness for a while until Amanda snapped me all-embracing awake with a whisper :"I'm ready to try it again."

At firstly, I assumed that she merely wanted me to use the dildo on her ass or rim her again, which I would've been to a greater extent than glad to do. But the tone of her voice indicated something more. My heart suddenly beat faster with excitement."Mandy, are you sure ? I mean, after what happened in conclusion time…"

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

I repeated her statement in my judgment. I'm still a little nervous. But I think I'm ready this time.

She did not voice ready.

"I don't know,"I began with uncertainty."You never wanted to try anal retentive until I kept begging and beggary, and finally talked you into it. And you hated every second 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 beadwork and your finger back there stretched me without pain, and rimming definitely relaxed my muscles."It was endearing how she spoke about anal play in such a clinical smell."I feel like I have control of my body now."She looked at me heavy."This time, I'm ready."

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

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my head without any regrets."I can't."

"What if I told you that I want it, too ? Badly."

"I would say that I don't believe you.

Amanda reached between my legs and made me completely hard with only 2 swift cerebrovascular accident."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 foretoken of unyielding love."Mandy, are you really sure about this ? I don't want to wound you again, and I sure as nether region don't want you to detest me."

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

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

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

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

We sighed contently as my helmet-head slid into Amanda. I could feel her sphincter muscular tissue squeezing around my cinch ever-so-slightly, but nowhere near as uncontrollably as during our initial raid. Except for the prediction, she didn't appear to be in any suffering, nor was I caught up in a blind, sex-crazed luxuria like previously.

Gripping my hard-on at its base of operations, I delicately eased into my wife's bottom, gliding myself in a bit encourage and mindful of any uncomfortableness on her character. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a stabilise rhythm method of birth control to observe her body relaxed. We both kept calm.

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

The dull friction against Amanda's rectal paries was incomprehensibly exquisite, and I couldn't believe that anal retentive sex could sense so dumbfound. It was comparable know traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making sexual love to her throat. I glided my release hand all over her ass and scurvy back. Rather than thrust voiceless or push button, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my peter halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The genius of it all was so energize that I lolled my nous back and moaned.

"Right there, baby. That's perfect… right field there."Establishing her new solace zona, I retracted my pelvis until I was almost completely bump then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! Right there ! Keep going… right there ! Don't stop !"

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal reaction, I progressively ramped up the tempo. I was still deliberate not to perforate too deeply or hurtle too fast, but I was so ardent in my cause that I quickly worked up as sweat. Her tight sphincter muscles gradually relaxed, and seeing my humanity buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the wonderful sensations even better.

After only 15 seconds, my body required release.

However, I still wasn't sure of Amanda's limit 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 idea and understood that I was seeking direction on where to lodge my burden."pulling out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

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

Her incredible ass glistened with my semen.

Amanda rolled onto her back, reached up, and pulled me onto her in a ferocious hug. We held each other close and didn't speak for a retentive fourth dimension. Though we had been married for almost a decennium and enjoyed a fulfilling sex living that would earn any couple covetous, something profound still managed to transpire between us.

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Amanda and I had sex of the traditional variety -- - vaginal and oral exam -- - in the daylight that followed, but we didn't attempt anal again. While I was hopeful, I wasn't upset when she didn't bring it up. My wife had already done more for me than any husband could rightfully ask, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything more. If Amanda wanted to experience anal retentive sex again, she would ask ; if not, our beloved wouldn't be any defective for the lack of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a fancy date night in Center City. She was wearing the aphrodisiac black minidress again. It wasn't that my married woman didn't have any other nice clothes to wear. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her wear it.

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

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

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

My wife snorted in amusement but didn't respond.

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When we finally arrived at our name and address, I pulled into the push parking garage and took the 1st usable place. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to spread the passenger doorway and lend Amanda a hand. She took it and exited awkwardly without her usual grace.

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

I was growing concerned, but my wife's cheek split into a naughty grin as she glanced about. Then, to my last astonishment, Amanda pulled the prat of the minidress up over her midsection. As usual, she wasn't wearing panties with the getup, so that didn't surprisal me.

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

"What the… what is that ?"

Amanda laughed out loud as she looked around the parking service department again. After making certain that there was no one else around, she reached towards her bottom. But what she extricated wasn't just a blue gem. My wife held up a small, shiny, bullet-shaped object that had a dead narrow neck and a vapid, labialise base to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A butt stopple !

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 unbelief that she would actually go to such extremes. I actually sputtered, ineffectual to express my thought process, as my married woman continued to grin at me in amusement."Good Maker, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangled tone."How can you even fit that thing in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her head back and laughed, and the melodic sound echoed in the parking service department 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 get-go time !"For whatever rationality, Amanda found that hysterical, and there were crying in her eyes as she laughed yet again.

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

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

We suddenly heard pace and voices.

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

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

"What ?"

"Oh nothing. I'm just admiring your cute freckles… and thinking about the backside plug that's currently shoved up your ass."

Amanda blushed at my point-blank remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of vino from an ornate crystal goblet, she dabbed her blood red lips with a nappy and casually tossed it onto the floor."baby, would you be a lamb and plectron that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her long eyelashes.

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

"Of course."As I reached down to remember the table napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her pegleg widely beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her long branch, anyway, but a prompt glance was all I needed to discern that her twat was bare and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her napkin and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an incredible meal and maintained a insouciant conversation throughout the night. But the thinking of my wife's long sexy stage, smooth pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a butt fire hydrant proved to be a major misdirection, as did the painful erecting in my pants that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the sustenance room in a tangle of limbs and backtalk. She had unzipped my bloomers and started giving me a handjob before we were even center nursing home, and I had deftly driven with one paw while fingering her pussy. It was a minor miracle that I didn't crash and kill us, but we didn't have the willpower to resist touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lustfulness that we didn't even make it to the sleeping room. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the couch, where she relieved me of my clothing. And I returned the favor by peeling the sozzled minidress over her head and tossing it aside. My wife whimsically twirled as if allowing me to audit every inch of her voluptuous body. The faux sapphire flashed as her bottom passed before my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I was like a dog in heat, craving to pass with flying colors Amanda in the butt and ride her pooch style again. But her happiness and rubber were my priority."It'll take up me 2 secondment,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my wife threw me onto the couch with a force-out that was derived as much from physical strong point as it was from impatience. She regarded me with a smoldering intensiveness and informed me quietly,"I have all the lubrication we need."

Amanda dropped to her knee 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 sceptre of being instantly violent, it was loud, wet, and extremely sloughy. She slurped vigorously as a thick spittle seeped from her rima oris and down her chin to coat my gormandize member.

Lubrication, indeed !

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

This was a steel new post for us, and I was thrilled !

I placed my paw on my Amanda's pelvic arch to guide her movements. There was a abbreviated searing pain as I pierced her anal ingress, 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 people would debate our act"dirty"in every mother wit of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, thrifty not to yank her off balance and keeping a finale eye on her response, as well. But her sole response was to suspire contently as she sank broken and scummy onto me. I opened my legs wide-cut as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thigh pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely steady down inside of her. She was still leaning forward with a great deal of her weight displaced anteriorly on her feet. It was clear that my wife was still apprehensive to drop her full exercising weight, but that was ok. I was bequeath to give her as lots shaft -- - or as little -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the balls of her groundwork 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 aphrodisiacal wife assume control. The sight of her bottom engulfing my erection only to reappear was mesmerizing. She took me in a little bit deeper each fourth dimension, pacing herself, letting my hard girth gradually stretchiness and slack up her anatomical sphincter muscles, and allowing ourselves to bask the wonderful, intimate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me firm, pumping her powerful thighs and scaling almost the full length of my manhood. Though I couldn't see around her torso, I could secernate that she was cupping the undersurface of her tumesce chest, and rolling her harden nipple between thumb and forefinger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

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

Amanda's breathing became more remonstrate as she started moaning in irregular separation. Still, save for my hands groping her chest, I remained still and let her set the yard. Her smooth, toned dead body was emanating a considering sum of money of heat as she rose and fell on my unshakable member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully upright, backing into me and allowing her hips to fully omit 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 recondite penetration might be too for her much to treat. But my married woman remained seated on me. Her anal muscleman were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more steadily. But rather than hurtle my coxa in an effort to drop off my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my implements of war. I held my wife in a crushing embrace even as I felt her press herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two powerful magnet attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a long piece, Amanda and I didn't move. We were more than contentedness to finger our warm au naturel bodies against each former, and being completely rooted in her bottom was a sensation unlike any other. I could've remained in this position until the end of time, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to move too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my bottom 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 recumb position against my chest of drawers. She murmured a quizzical sound, and I whispered pedagogy into her ear. Nodding with only the faint hint of trepidation, she lifted her groundwork and placed them atop my second joint.

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

I clenched my abdominal musculus and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every aspect of our anal retentive pairing. She bucked her hips smoothly, raising her bottom of the inning until her chiseled middle was nearly line of latitude to the base, then let them sink. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able to consume every inch. The tightness of her sphincter muscle muscles felt superb, comparable to the outflank 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 weaponry around her physical structure to attempt out her breast again. But as my hands squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"caper with my slit !"

safekeeping my left script where it was -- - Amanda's titty were just too irresistible to vacate -- - I slipped my right index and midriff finger's breadth into her oral cavity. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own saliva as lubrication, I slipped my digits into her vagina. But the motility proved unneeded as Amanda's hole was already sopping wet.

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

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the total exercising weight of her hind end onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my erecting like a joystick, and the dull thud of skin against skin sounded with each encroachment. I was helpless, and my prick was harder 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 penetrate her anus, but fantasized filling it to the rim with my cum. And now, I was set up to inject a full consignment 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 bed you want to, babe. Cum in my ass… cum for me !"

Jesus ! How Amanda could butt against me so intensely with mere words ! But she suffered the result by losing control of the state of affairs because I lost control.

I embraced her from prat in a fierce bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprise as she was suddenly ineffectual to move. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my mercy -- - as I began to squeeze up into her HARD. The impact of our bodies went from a dull thud to a sharper smack with each of my controlled bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalising virtuoso of Amanda's naked body against mine, and of her sphincter muscleman wrapped so heavenly around my humanness, caused my lustfulness for her to boil over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her pretty ass as if my life depended on it. Amanda's repeated cries of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my key holla as I pounded into her bottom repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

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

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

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

The hefty surge made me sense as though I was falling through the base, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bottom and though that afforded her very slight room to steer, she was still able to writhe on my lap, purpose to coax every last dip from me.

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

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

Though my erection was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my married woman's anus, the pressure from her intimate muscles securing me in blank space. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each former, and lay in an extremely prosperous spoon location. I playfully rubbed my nose against the side of her neck opening and wondered, for the countless time, how any woman could feel so perfect.

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

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