Prologue

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

This is, by no means, intended to objectify or degrade my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 real characteristics -- - in no specific order -- - that, in my humble feeling, place her in the highest echelons of forcible beauty.

The first is the ne plus ultra of her typeface and the unblemished texture of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's adorable freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest lineament of all, but the way her brown heart always twinkle with roguery, like there's an at heart gag that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the world more brilliantly than the sun on my darkest days

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

Lastly, of grade, is Amanda's uncomparable ass. My wife doesn't possess a"babble stub"or an"apple bottom"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to describe her backside as such ! No, she flaunts a flowing, super-toned tail end, achieved from arduous exercise at the gym and running 20+ Roman mile weekly, that is as firm as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's breasts, the sight of her bare bottom is an ungodly pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga gasp.

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

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

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her hairsbreadth covered virtually of her backside. However, clad in a cozy sports bra and yoga pants that left short to the imagination, it was difficult not to observe the chiseled brawniness of my married woman's V-shaped speed trunk. Her body was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a model of health and fitness. But my eyes insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

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

I stood in the center of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The simple sight of her bottom, especially in those aphrodisiacal yoga pants, made me severely than diamond. I was so engrossed by its beau ideal that I didn't recognise she had shut off the weewee until she turned around.

My married woman regarded with me with a bemused expression, but I hardly noticed. I went from being mesmerized by her behind to fixating on her beautiful breasts and aphrodisiacal 6-pack abs that rippled impressively with the tenuous motion."Are you staring at my ass again, sister ?"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 dishrag that narrowly missed my head."You're horribly, you know that ?"But she was smiling and clearly appreciated my attentiveness to her form.

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda purred,"I can tell. Maybe we should persist in this treatment in the shower."Normally, that would've sounded perfect because some of the best sex that we ever experienced had taken topographic point there.

But I required instant satisfaction.

"I can't wait,"I confessed in a pain tone."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you right wing now."Amanda's scrumptious bottom had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my following words without thinking, and immediately regretted it :"I want to bend you over this cesspool 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 to the lowest degree once. We often watched porn together, dabbled with sex toys, and even practiced Christ Within thrall while taking turns being the"dom/domme"and"sub ”. But there were 2 specific boundaries that she unyieldingly maintained.

Amanda had a designated"No Fly Zone ”, which essentially meant that I was forbidden to cum anywhere above her neck. To put it succinctly, she would not land up my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jack off near her human face. I never pushed the takings. After all, viva voce sex was already an confidant act that required a swell deal of reliance between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing semen grotesque, much less wearing it on her typeface ! 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 story. Unfortunately, her 2nd intimate exclusion was anal sex. Each time I would fetch it up or even skirt around the topic, my wife would scrunch up her nose and immediately end the discussion with a resounding"No !"

But the Sir Thomas More Amanda denied me anal sex, the more I craved it. Her ass was so absurdly perfect that sodomizing it became an obsession. for certain, traditional vaginal sex, as well as oral sex, with my married woman was as incredible as ever, but every time she was naked or simply walked by, I couldn't help but dream about poking her in the butt.

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

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

Amanda rolled her oculus with a feeling of immense disgust that almost killed the temper and shriveled my gourmandize penis to its original size.

Almost.

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

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

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

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

Amanda was amused by my wretched despair but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her tooshie against my fork. I was so bring up that my penis was erect in my pants, and its underside was pinned along her erect crease. I began to transfer my consistency against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

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

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

"Take off the leggings,"I whispered."I want to form love to you in good order 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 vehemence, Amanda pressed her bottom more heavily into me, and the impinging was overwhelmingly stimulating.

"God, yes. I love it, I fucking hump it…. Jesus Christ, that feels good…. mmm, so good…. jack, 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 point, silly."

Amanda wiggled her hip joint, and that was my tipping point.

"OH….FUCK !"

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

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

"This isn't funny !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

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

My eyes were drawn back to Amanda's ass as she strode past me. Just as she was about to leave the kitchen, however, she stopped to look at me over her berm."I'm going to lavish now. Come join me."It was a statement, not a request."Maybe I can clean you up before we make another mess."

My erection instantaneously returned.

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A week later, Amanda and I were getting prepare for a dinner date with my comfortably friend Dimitri and his new girl Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the start time. Dimitri was as honey to my married woman as he was to me, so we both wanted to cause a good effect on Kate for his saki. 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 breather caught in my throat.

Amanda was wearing a slinky Joseph Black mini-dress. Composed of a very soft and stretchable material, the mini-dress was so thin and form-fitting that that it was like another level of tegument. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attention to Amanda's eye-popping cleavage. The prat of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thighs, showing off am exorbitant quantity of her fabulously toned runner's stage. Combined with the stiletto heel that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her stage appear obscenely long.

Despite Amanda's miscellanea of sexiness, I was once again enthralled by her unconvincing ass. The way the minidress swaddled it so snuggly like plastic wrapper was like a potent attractor that I could not tear my eyes away from. It was blatantly obviously that my wife wasn't wearing any pantie, which made her appearing impossibly sexier.

I had seen Amanda in this minidress before, of course. I had purchased it for a surprise dinner party engagement [ refers to"Mandy's Sexcapade : Pantyless & Proud"]. Now, 1 nipper and a few years later, my married woman somehow appeared insanely spicy wearing it now compared to the number one time.

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

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

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

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

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

It was both a blessing and a curse for a woman to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her intelligence, wry sensory faculty of mood, and overall appeal, it easily outshined her forcible attributes, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

"Thank you, babe."Amanda beamed me a devastating grin that actually made me careen back. She noticed my reaction, and her locution turned from loving perceptiveness to downright predatory."We still have some meter before we need to leave."

My wife threw an even more wicked smiling my way as she turned and sauntered into the privy without encourage comment. With a bulge in my pants and my core thumping tough, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to regard me demurely as she pulled the nates the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

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

My wife stepped to the bathroom sink and promptly leaned over it. With her facial expression inches from the mirror and her upper half parallel to the floor, Amanda waggled her fanny seductively. As if her invitation wasn't exonerated enough, she reached back with one had to open her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

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

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

My wife received no arguments as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a little scratchy, I palmed the rachis of her head teacher to force Amanda to stare at herself in the mirror."Watch as I bang the hell out of you,"I growled.

Amanda and I had 3 specifics places where we especially enjoyed having sex : in presence of a mirror, in the rain shower, and outdoor on a absolved and sunny day. Currently, her center were as wide as her mouth as we gazed at our own reflection while making love. But I happened to catch sight of her puckered hole 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 index finger's breadth over it.

Amanda flinched and she stared at me hard through the john 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 wary now, but when my wife still didn't react negatively, I slipped the tip of my index finger in.

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an electric stupor. Her head and spine instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the entranceway of her anus reflexively constricted. I couldn't believe that my fingertip had elicited such a striking reaction !

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

To my utmost mental rejection, she nodded !

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

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

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

Goddamn, she's got a crocked ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my teeth as I was barely able to fit my bulbous point in halfway. It wasn't that my hard-on was a beastly sizing ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even besotted. But the passel of my hammer partially buried in her ass so visually stimulating -- -- there mere fact that I was finally having anal sex with my wife so tickle pink -- - that it was worth the strong-arm discomfort.

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

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

"Babe, you're hurting me !"

I swore and immediately pulled out."I'm so good-for-naught, Mandy ! Are you ok ? I'm so sorry !"

My wife bore a painful expression, one that I had never seen before and torus 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 fine !"she snapped.

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

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

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

I felt like such a horrifying husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me ahead of time the side by side aurora. It was Sunday -- - my day to kip in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my side and tried to flow back asleep.

Then the gentle quivering happened again.

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

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

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

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

My chafe instantly evaporated. There was nothing my wife could ever do to irritate me."It's ok, Mandy. What are you reading ?"

She flushed in embarrassment."Another one of my Latinian language novels."

I chuckled. While my married woman could be very girlish at clip, it still surprised me that she enjoyed those cheesy"happily ever after"chronicle so practically. But we both had our vices."Oh yea ? Any commodity sex picture ?"

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

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

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

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

"We should've stretched my, uh, back room access 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 drop are highly recommended, too."

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

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

"Like the 1 in the erotica picture that we watched the former day."

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

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

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

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the amount of money of entropy that Amanda was presenting me. But while I had never rimmed her before, the simple fact that she was bringing it up was very appealing in a depraved sort of way."Yea ? So that's what you've been reading in your smut fungus romance novels, eh ?"

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

Our conversation had me grueling as a Rock, and even though I was smart sufficiency to realize that we weren't going to seek anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very least, going to indulge in some very incredible morning sex. But Amanda glanced at the clock time and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was former Sunday morning, which meant it was time for her to play with her training group for another 10 mile run in the hills.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stunning smiles. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert tee shirt as a nightie, and zip else preserve for a pair of garden pink panties. They were cut in the"boyshort"dash, which complemented her gymnastic frame and hugged the curve of her bottom perfectly. well-nigh women who dressed themselves nicely couldn't comparison with my wife's natural ravisher first base matter in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her strip au naturel and don her die hard attire : a snug sports bra and tight leggings, an outfit that would undoubtedly cause anyone within a 100ft radius to gaze at her and drool. My wife tied her pilus into a precious ponytail and kissed me on the lips, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to run into her training group.

Before Amanda could impart, 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 forehead 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 overgrow monstrosity, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to pacify my guilt feelings. The gesture warmed my substance, and I hugged my wife fiercely, afraid to let go because I knew I didn't deserve her."I love you so much, Mandy."

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

Next prison term ?

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

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

workweek later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary mutant bra and leggings again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over clip. While we normally spent about 2 hours here, we usually separated to pursue our own destination. I concentrated more on speed torso strengthening, while my wife's regime focused more on down body and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest press political machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"Roman chair ”, much to my delectation. She placed her mobile phone phone and water bottle on the matted floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the ground with her dorsum straight and implements of war crossed in an"X"over her plenteous thorax. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a everlasting top"V"before extending back to her master copy position. This fussy workout targeted her lower back and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded perspective of her unbelievable ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"roman type electric chair"was stationed at the battlefront of the gym in clean-cut view. I humorously wondered if its strategic localization had been on function as I ceased my exercise to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me gruelling, and I almost didn't care if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling mischievous, I withdrew my cellular phone and sent her a playful text.

I'm staring at your ass right now, and I'm using it as inhalation for my workout.

Amanda's cellphone vibrated, and I watched as she paused to remember it. After reading my message, she responded without turning back to me : honorable. Because I have a surprisal for you later ! LOL !

Oh, how my wife loved to card ! But this clock time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a bunch of guys staring at your ass with me. Should I level them admission ? Shit, the dude future to me looks like he's about to blow his load !

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

I laughed and resumed my workout, but my eyes didn't stray from my wife's incredible derriere as she continued hers.

Nor did the center of the numerous men around me.

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Amanda and I stripped our sweaty gym close off when we arrived home base and immediately hopped in the shower together. There probably wasn't anything I enjoyed more in life sentence -- - aside from making love to my beautiful wife and staring at her incredible ass -- - than bathing with her. The combination of being wet and naked with Amanda was a wonderful affair, indeed !

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her tomentum. Lathering my hands with a bar of grievous bodily harm, I pressed my crotch into her tail as I reached around to lather her engorged bosom. At 34c, they were a fistful and extremely firm, but were too slippy as I tried to squash them hard… which only fanned my lust even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained mum and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the stallion front line of her body with suds, working from her notable chest and down to her pot, where I lightly scoured the impressive rooftree of her ab muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth curves of her hips and the resolution of her mesomorphic thigh. I then traced back around and found my hired hand on Amanda's bottom.

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

The soap had rinsed from my manpower, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palms all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the rest of her body and, literally, resembled a oeuvre of art as the glistening urine flowed over it. Unable to aid myself, I pinned the underside of my rock-hard erection along her perpendicular crease.

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

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to undulate her bottom against my privates in a very sultry, get way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so hard for me…"

"Just like I am now."I started to run into 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 awesome thing about shower sex. We were always wildly adventurous in the sleeping room, but my wife was often willing to be much more reprobate here in the shower. Save for under the bright sun and clear blue air sky, there was no former blank space where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to advert, there was just something very practical about being able to clean up immediately after making a lousy mass !

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

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

My wife loved unclean sex lecture, so I didn't clasp back."I'm going to kiss that middling ass of yours, then I'm going to lick your arsehole 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 fairly ass of yours… then I'm going to lick your prick before I shove my spit in it."

Amanda's puckered hollow 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 turmoil. My mouth watered.

I gave my wife's anus a recollective, tardily lick.

"Omigod…"she breathed.

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

Sweet and delicious.

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

Why haven't I done this Sooner ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

My response was a obtuse grumbling into her nether region.

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

shucks, she really IS into it !

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

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

retention both finger's breadth inside her vagina, I stuck the power finger of my other hand into my lip to wet it. Amanda's eye were closed and the side of her pretty human face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening digit into her ass. Her entire physical structure trembled and her anatomical sphincter muscles 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 shoulders. Her national brawn clenched around my fingerbreadth like some sort of obscene Chinese finger trap, but gradually relaxed as did her breathing. Taking this as a sign, I began sliding my digit in and out of both kettle of fish in an tack motion, careful to hold a steady but gentle rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slue my centre finger into her anus along with my indicator finger. But my wife was still tight in her backdoor in pure line to her pussy, which was so wet and slack that I could've driven a motortruck 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 feature 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 string of beads ! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in coloring material and composed entirely of flexible silicone. The first gear bead was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly self-aggrandising until they culminated into a large ring-handle that was intended to guard against accidental 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 retentive beads with lubricant. My mettle was thundering in my breast, as I knew that, despite the unnumbered sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge step for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her stern entrance.

"Are you gear up for this, Mandy ?"

She looked back at me and nodded.

I slipped the sex toy into her ass.

Amanda exhaled sharply, but didn't flinch. I inserted only 2 beads and paused to let her organic structure 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 bladelike sex toy.

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

I went no further than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the drop rubbed against her sphincter wall and stretched her back threshold. Once I had established her comfort zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to massage her engorged clit… to line my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack… to trifle with her swollen white meat and tweak her nipples as her magnificent breasts dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My peter normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, pussy, ass, it didn't matter… but the sight Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal retentive delight provided me with more joy than anything else could receive. My free paw shifted from her business firm breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slide the anal retentive astragal in her anus. I could fit almost my entire clenched fist into my married woman's pussy on a typical day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a fierce competition with the sex toy for quad in her dead body !

But the competitor didn't last long.

I plunged my figure and anal retentive beads into both holes various more times before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the cap and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My digit glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my polar hand. grinning, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nuzzle my olfactory organ at the base of her neck. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to regard me solemnly that I noticed the huge wet smear 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 spoon position that was so unbelievably comfortable, her firm button pressed into my crotch. I savored the warm trace of her consistence against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the charwoman whom I loved more than anything in the creation, deliver our son, left me deeply satisfied.

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

At start, I assumed that she merely wanted me to use the dildo on her ass or rim her again, which I would've been more than happy to do. But the tone of her phonation indicated something more. My marrow suddenly beat faster with upheaval."Mandy, are you surely ? I mean, after what happened last time…"

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

I repeated her statement in my thinker. I'm still a little nervous. But I think I'm ready this prison term.

She did not vocalise 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 hour of it."

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

I could still spot a considerable amount of trepidation beneath her solemn exterior, 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 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 stage and made me completely hard with only 2 blue-belly stroking."You've never be able-bodied to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to start getting in the habit !"

The moment of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our foreheads together in another sign of unyielding love."Mandy, are you really indisputable about this ? I don't want to hurt you again, and I sure as Hell 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 ennoble 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 pay her right cheek an affectionate candy kiss and then a Light Within, playful slap. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her keister ; a aphrodisiac invitation, to say the least !

I swathed my erection with an exorbitant amount 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 muscle muscles squeezing around my girth ever-so-slightly, but nowhere near as uncontrollably as during our initial foray. Except for the expectation, she didn't appear to be in any distress, 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 bottom, gliding myself in a bit further and mindful of any discomfort on her part. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a steady rhythm to continue 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 niggling more."

The slow detrition against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly recherche, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could palpate so astonishing. It was corresponding experiencing traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making love to her pharynx. I glided my free hand all over her seat and lowly back. preferably than thrust voiceless or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my cock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The star of it all was so stimulating that I lolled my drumhead back and moaned.

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

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal reactions, I progressively ramped up the gait. I was still thrifty not to sink in too deeply or thrust too fast, but I was so fervent in my movements that I quickly worked up as sweat. Her tight sphincter musculus 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 consistency required release.

However, I still wasn't sure of Amanda's boundary when it pertained to orgasming in her rectum."I'm going to cum !"I warned her frantically."I'm going to cum !"

But Amanda could always take my brain and understood that I was seeking direction on where to bank my load."drag out,"she instructed."I want to palpate you all over my ass !"

I emitted a guttural hollering 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 unfeigned, and I showered my love all over my wife's pert rear. When I was finally spent and heaving, I gazed down upon the work of art that I had just created.

Her unbelievable ass glistened with my semen.

Amanda rolled onto her back, reached up, and pulled me onto her in a vehement hug. We held each former unaired and didn't speak for a long time. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex life story that would make any span envious, something profound still managed to transpire between us.

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Amanda and I had sex of the traditional motley -- - vaginal and oral -- - in the days that followed, but we didn't attack anal again. While I was hopeful, I wasn't upset when she didn't bring it up. My married woman had already done Thomas More for me than any hubby could rightfully expect, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything more. If Amanda wanted to receive anal sex again, she would ask ; if not, our love wouldn't be any spoilt for the deficiency of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a picture date Night in midpoint city. She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any former courteous dress to wear. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her wear it.

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

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

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

My wife snorted in amusement but didn't respond.

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

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

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

But what did surprise me was the blue glimmer jewel that was lodged in her butt.

"What the… what is that ?"

Amanda laughed out loud as she looked around the parking garage again. After making certain that there was no one else around, she reached towards her ass. But what she extricated wasn't just a blue jewel. My wife held up a modest, sheeny, bullet-shaped object that had a short narrow neck and a prostrate, round base to which the faux azure was attached.

A butt plug !

I gaped at my wife.

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

I was delighted at the innuendo but in disbelief that she would actually go to such extremes. I actually sputtered, ineffectual to express my thinking, as my married woman continued to grin at me in amusement."upright lord, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangulate 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 musical speech sound echoed in the parking garage so loudly that mortal 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 hour that day, and have been gradually increasing the duration. Omigod, it took me forever to get the spark plug into my ass that number one time !"For whatever reason, Amanda found that hysterical, and there were tears in her optic 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 genius, but she could still wow me with new things."You're full of surprises, aren't you ?"

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

We suddenly heard footfall and voices.

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

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

"What ?"

"Oh cipher. I'm just admiring your cute freckles… and thinking about the stooge plug that's currently shoved up your ass."

Amanda blushed at my plainspoken remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate crystal goblet, she dabbed her line of descent red lips with a serviette and casually tossed it onto the floor."Babe, would you be a dear and pick that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her foresightful eyelashes.

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

"Of course."As I reached down to recover the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her branch all-inclusive beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously senior high school on her long legs, anyway, but a speedy coup d'oeil was all I needed to discern that her pussy was denudate and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her napkin and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an unbelievable meal and maintained a perfunctory conversation throughout the night. But the persuasion of my wife's long aphrodisiacal legs, smooth pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a butt plug proved to be a major distraction, as did the dreadful erecting in my pants that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the living room in a maze of arm and brim. She had unzipped my drawers and started giving me a handjob before we were even center house, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her pussy. It was a fry miracle that I didn't crash and pop us, but we didn't have the willpower to resist touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of luxuria that we didn't even clear it to the chamber. Instead, we wrestled each early towards the couch, where she relieved me of my habiliment. And I returned the favor by peeling the tight minidress over her head and tossing it aside. My wife whimsically twirled as if allowing me to visit every inch of her luscious eubstance. The imitation sapphire flashed as her bottom passed before my eyes.

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

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

My erection was, literally, trembling and leaking for my sexy wife and her hot ass."Fuck,"I swore."spring 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 heating system, craving to nail Amanda in the goat and devolve on her bow-wow style again. But her happiness and safe were my priority."It'll take me 2 seconds,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my married woman threw me onto the sofa with a personnel that was derived as often from forcible military strength as it was from impatience. She regarded me with a smoldering intensity and informed me quietly,"I have all the lubrication we need."

Amanda dropped to her knee and forced my human knee apart.

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

The blowjob was unlike any my wife had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the sceptre of being in a flash violent, it was aloud, wet, and extremely sloppy. She slurped vigorously as a thick spit seeped from her lip and down her chin to surface my engorged member.

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd bend over the couch so I could deal her from rear. But she turned, facing away from me, while reaching behind to grasp my hard-on and align it with her anus. Then assuming a"skier's place ”, Amanda gently pressed her tail end against my penile tip and hovered there for a moment to measure my answer.

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

I placed my workforce on my Amanda's rosehip to guide her move. There was a abbreviated searing pain as I pierced her anal entryway, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a bonk timber 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 decoration still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, thrifty not to jerk her off balance and keeping a finis eye on her chemical reaction, as well. But her only when response was to suspire contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my wooden leg wide-eyed 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 weight displaced anteriorly on her metrical foot. It was clear that my wife was still apprehensive to miss her full moon weight, but that was ok. I was will to give her as much cock -- - or as piddling -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the formal of her feet onto her heels and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my sexy wife assume control. The mountain of her bottom engulfing my erection only to reappear was mesmerizing. She took me in a little bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my hard girth gradually stretchiness and loosen her sphincter brawniness, and allowing ourselves to enjoy the wonderful, suggest friction.

Amanda soon started riding me faster, pumping her powerful thighs and scaling almost the stallion length of my manhood. Though I couldn't see around her body, I could tell that she was cupping the bottom of her swell up breasts, 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 honest of both worlds : being rooted in my wife's beautiful ass and fondling her equally exquisite breasts.

Amanda's breathing became more ragged as she started moaning in unorthodox musical interval. Still, save for my hands groping her thorax, I remained still and let her set the pace. Her smooth, toned body was emanating a considering amount of money of heating plant as she rose and fell on my pixilated phallus. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully upright, backing into me and allowing her rose hip to fully drop on my lap.

Amanda emitted a shrill shrieking as her ass swallowed my pecker completely.

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a present moment I thought the recondite insight might be too for her very much to handle. But my married woman remained seated on me. Her anal muscularity were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more steadily. But rather than thrust my hips in an effort to exculpate 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 military press herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two powerful magnets attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a long while, Amanda and I didn't move. We were more than capacity to feel our warm naked physical structure against each former, and being completely rooted in her bum was a sensation unlike any early. I could've remained in this office until the end of time, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to move too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my bum forward so that I was now slouched on the lounge with my feet firmly planted on the carpeting. Amanda, as a result, fell gently into a reclined post against my pectus. She murmured a mocking sound, and I whispered program line into her ear. Nodding with only the timid hint of trepidation, she lifted her feet and placed them atop my thighs.

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 brawniness and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every vista of our anal uniting. She bucked her hip smoothly, raising her bottomland until her rip off midsection was nearly parallel to the base, then let them go down. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able to take in every inch. The tightfistedness of her anatomical sphincter muscles felt superb, comparable to the best blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my married woman 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 subdivision around her torso to search out her breasts again. But as my hand squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"Play with my pussy !"

Keeping my left wing hand where it was -- - Amanda's tit were just too irresistible to vacate -- - I slipped my right power and middle fingerbreadth 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 move proved unnecessary as Amanda's mess was already sopping wet.

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

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the full weight of her bottom onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my hard-on like a joystick, and the mute thud of skin against skin sounded with each shock. I was helpless, and my cock was harder for it.

But, as common, I could never stave in off orgasm for farsighted whenever I was naked with my beautiful wife. I had not only longed to bottom her anus, but fantasized filling it to the brim with my cum. And now, I was prepare to put in a total lode into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

"piece of ass, Mandy,"I moaned."You save that up, and I'm gon na cream in your ass !"

"ease up it to me…I lie with you want to, babe. Cum in my ass… cum for me !"

Christ ! How Amanda could butt me so intensely with mere tidings ! But she suffered the event by losing ascendence of the position because I lost control.

I embraced her from behind in a furious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprise as she was suddenly unable to move. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my mercy -- - as I began to thrust up into her HARD. The impact of our bodies went from a numb thud to a sharper savour with each of my controlled bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalizing wiz of Amanda's naked body against mine, and of her sphincter muscleman wrapped so heavenly around my humanity, caused my lust for her to moil over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her moderately ass as if my life history depended on it. Amanda's repeated cries of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primal thunder as I pounded into her merchantman repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic muscles to protract the honeyed bit, but to no available."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my wife."I'm gon na cum !"

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

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

The sinewy surge made me feel as though I was falling through the floor, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's buttocks and though that afforded her very fiddling room to manoeuvre, she was still capable to squirm on my lap, intent to inveigle every last bead 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, content suspiration. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in turn, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to hold her conclusion, our chests heaving and our torso steaming from exertion.

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

Though my hard-on was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my wife's anus, the pressure sensation from her privileged muscles securing me in place. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each early, and lay in an extremely well-to-do spoon position. I playfully rubbed my nozzle against the slope of her neck and wondered, for the countless sentence, how any cleaning lady could sense so perfect.

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

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