Prologue

I'm a very golden man to be married to the sexiest, most beautiful adult female in the world.

This is, by no substance, intended to objectify or demean my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible characteristics -- - in no particular order of magnitude -- - that, in my humble popular opinion, topographic point her in the highest echelons of physical beauty.

The first is the ne plus ultra of her cheek and the unmutilated grain of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's adorable freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of all, but the way her brown middle always twinkle with maleficence, like there's an interior put-on that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the human race more brilliantly than the sun on my morose solar day

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

Lastly, of course, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't posse comitatus a"ripple butt"or an"apple ass"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to describe her tooshie as such ! No, she flaunts a sleek, super-toned merchant ship, achieved from straining workouts at the gym and running 20+ sea mile weekly, that is as strong as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's breasts, the pot of her bare arse is an ungodly pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga pants.

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

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Several Strand of Amanda's long nigrify silky hair fell over her expression, and she blew them aside through the recession of her mouth. Though my married woman had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing stunner that I had oafishly forgotten in the cesspit. Her book binding was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her whisker covered almost of her stern. However, clad in a snug sports bra and yoga pants that left little to the imagination, it was unmanageable not to find the chiseled muscleman of my wife's V-shaped upper body. 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, staring ass…

I stood in the middle of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The mere sight of her bottom, especially in those sexy yoga pants, made me intemperate than rhombus. I was so engrossed by its perfection that I didn't realize she had shut off the water system until she turned around.

My wife regarded with me with a bemused expression, but I hardly noticed. I went from being mesmerized by her prat 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, 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 fountainhead."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 men on her hips, and spun her around. Driving my fork into her behind, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sink. My burgeoning erection pressed into the crimp of her ass as I encircled her with my arms. Amanda squealed and attempted to worm away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

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

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

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

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

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

But I required inst satisfaction.

"I can't wait,"I confessed in a hurt shade."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you compensate now."Amanda's luscious underside had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next Word without intellection, and immediately regretted it :"I want to bend you over this sink and nail your ass."

My wife was typically adventuresome in bed. salve for the extremely bizarre, there wasn't anything that she wasn't bequeath to try at least once. We often watched porn together, dabbled with sex toys, and even practiced ignite thralldom while taking turns being the"dom/domme"and"sub ”. But there were 2 specific boundaries that she unyieldingly maintained.

Amanda had a designated"No Fly geographical zone ”, which essentially meant that I was forbidden to cum anywhere above her neck. To put it succinctly, she would not finish my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jack off near her face. I never pushed the issue. After all, oral examination sex was already an confidant act that required a great deal of trust between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing seminal fluid grotesque, much less wearing it on her face ! 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 sexual exclusion was anal sex. Each time I would work it up or even parry around the topic, my married woman would crease her nose and immediately end the discussion with a resounding"No !"

But the Thomas More Amanda denied me anal sex, the to a greater extent I craved it. Her ass was so absurdly perfect that sodomizing it became an compulsion. Sure, traditional vaginal sex, as well as unwritten sex, with my wife was as incredible as ever, but every time she was raw or simply walked by, I couldn't avail but dream about poking her in the butt.

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

tinker's damn it, you're such an moron, 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 custody imploringly.

Amanda rolled her eyes with a look of immense disgust that almost killed the mode and shriveled my overgorge penis to its original size.

Almost.

"dishful are done, I'm going to deal a cascade,"she hastily announced.

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

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

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

Amanda was amused by my poor desperation but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her bottom against my privates. I was so wound up that my penis was upright in my knickers, and its underside was pinned along her vertical crease. I began to reposition my dead body against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

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

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

"Take off the leggings,"I whispered."I want to stimulate love to you powerful now."

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

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

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

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

"OH….FUCK !"

A mightily orgasm surged between my legs as I dry-humped my wife's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my coat of arms automatically snaked around her body. A less womanhood wouldn't have tolerated how harshly I squeezed her bosom, but my wife merely cackled as I used her intact body to pleasure myself.

When I was finally spent, I backed away from Amanda gingerly, in utter skepticism that I had used her ass -- - and to a lesser extent, her breast -- - to get off. I moved awkwardly, afraid to get the foul peck in my pants all over myself. My married woman took one look at me and chortled.

"This isn't funny !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

"Um, no. I am most certainly not."Dry-humping my married woman's stern 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 exit the kitchen, however, she stopped to search at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower down now. come union me."It was a statement, not a asking."Maybe I can clean you up before we make another mess."

My erecting instantaneously returned.

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A workweek later, Amanda and I were getting ready for a dinner date with my best friend Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the number 1 fourth dimension. Dimitri was as honey to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to wee-wee a practiced opinion on Kate for his sake. I was in our walk-in loo searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I look ?"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 stretchy material, the mini-dress was so thin and form-fitting that that it was like another bed of pelt. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed aid to Amanda's eye-popping segmentation. The buns of the minidress barely reached halfway down her second joint, showing off am exorbitant amount of her fabulously intone moon curser's legs. Combined with the stiletto heels that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her wooden leg appear obscenely long.

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

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

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

Motherhood did not ruin my wife's figure in the to the lowest degree bit. She was clearly getting better with clock time, just like all right wine. I gazed at her rapturously."Kate is going to hate you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

My married woman threw an even more mischievous smile my way as she turned and sauntered into the bathroom without further comment. With a bulge in my pants and my heart thumping hard, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to reckon me demurely as she pulled the fathom the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

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

My wife stepped to the toilet sump and promptly leaned over it. With her human face column inch from the mirror and her speed half parallel to the floor, Amanda waggled her underside 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 nates. She brought her face to mine, and we kissed like 2 wild animals succumbing to their primal want. Gripping my erection like a sword, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her upright crease.

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

My wife received no logical argument as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a little rough, I palmed the book binding of her school principal to force Amanda to stare at herself in the mirror."Watch as I bang the sin out of you,"I growled.

Amanda and I had 3 specific places where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the shower, and outdoor on a clear and gay day. Currently, her oculus were as widely 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 dick throbbed even harder in Amanda's pussy. It was as if her bunghole was calling to me… beckoning me… teasing me as it flashed before my eye. Without thinking, I brushed the pad of my indicator digit over it.

Amanda flinched and she stared at me firmly through the bathroom mirror but remained silent as I continued driving into her from seat. 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 index number finger in.

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an galvanising shock. Her head teacher and rachis instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the entering of her anus reflexively constricted. I couldn't believe that my fingertip had elicited such a dramatic 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 disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her kitty and excitement filled my opinion as I brought the tip of my erection to Amanda's anus.

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

I missed my wife's nervous reflexion in the mirror as I began to penetrate her, but winced when her intragroup muscleman 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 bulgy head in halfway. It wasn't that my erection was a beastly size ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even blotto. But the sight of my cock partially buried in her ass so visually shake -- -- there simple 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 quarter of the way in.

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

"Babe, you're hurting me !"

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

My wife bore a dreadful verbal expression, 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 feeling fine. Here, let me -- -"

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

I immediately grew mum, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the woman whom I loved more than life itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and Forth River to take the air off the lingering uncomfortableness. She continued to agitate 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 pace gradually returned to normal as I followed her to the garage. Her demeanor also softened, and she was back to her bubbly, expansive 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 ugly husband.

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

Then the gentle shaking happened again.

Curious, I opened my oculus and lifted my head. Amanda was curled up in a lump reading an e-book on her pad. The shaking 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 factual rent in her heart."I'm sorry, babe. I was trying hard not to wake you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We should've stretched my, uh, back 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 beads are highly commend, too."

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

"Yes, silly. You know, the silicone 1 that start small and get bigger ?"

"Like the 1 in the porn video that we watched the early day."

Amanda let that pass."Anal beading can be less painful than fingers,"she continued in a scholarly tone that was endearing and absolutely adorable,"since you can inflect the amount of stint with the sizing of the string of beads. And we definitely should've used lube yesterday, too !"

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

Her verbal expression was angelic."I'm indication about it in my Romance novel."I was about to verbalize a crude remark when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, baby. It actually felt full when you were in… there… at first."My optic widened."But then I got variety of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to hurt, and I felt like I was losing control of my body and that everything interior was going to shoot out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much Thomas More stamp down and added,"Not to sound ever more disgusting, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can help to inhibit those reflex response before anal penetration. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that slide down in.

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

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

Our conversation had me unvoiced as a stone, and even though I was smart adequate to realise that we weren't going to essay anal retentive sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very to the lowest degree, going to indulge in some very incredible morning sex. But Amanda glanced at the time and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was early on Billy Sunday break of the day, which meant it was sentence for her to fulfil with her training group for another 10 mile run in the J. J. Hill.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stunning smile. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert t-shirts as a night-robe, and nothing else save for a brace of pinko scanty. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her acrobatic frame and hugged the bender of her bottom perfectly. nigh adult female who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's natural lulu showtime thing in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her strip au naturel and don her running dress : a snug sport bra and tight leging, an turnout that would undoubtedly cause anyone within a 100ft radius to gaze at her and drool. My wife tied her hair into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the lips, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to meet her training group.

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

My wife touched her frontal bone 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 humanity was average-sized and not some overgrown monstrosity, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to lenify my guiltiness. The gesture 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 to the lowest degree we'll know meliorate for next time."She turned and was suddenly gone.

Next metre ?

Amanda's offhandedly gossip gave me Hope, and that Leslie Townes Hope gave me an erection as I remained in bed to stargaze about being balls-deep in her wonderful ass.

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

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

I was currently seated in a chest press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"roman letters chairperson ”, much to my joy. She placed her cubicle phone and water bottle on the entangle flooring. After climbing in, my married woman aligned herself at about a 45 degree Angle to the ground with her binding straightaway and limb crossed in an"X"over her ample chest. Then, flexing at the waistline, Amanda formed a staring top"V"before extending back to her original position. This picky workout targeted her humble back and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded horizon of her unbelievable ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"Roman chair"was stationed at the front of the gym in clear view. I humorously wondered if its strategic location had been on purpose as I ceased my workout to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me concentrated, 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 intake 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 : in force. Because I have a surprise for you later ! LOL !

Oh, how my wife loved to twit ! But this time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a bunch of cat staring at your ass with me. Should I charge them admission ? Shit, the clotheshorse next to me looks like he's about to foul up his consignment !

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

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

Nor did the eyes 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 erotic love to my beautiful wife and staring at her unbelievable ass -- - than bathing with her. The combination of being wet and raw with Amanda was a wonderful matter, indeed !

Amanda closed her eye as she shampooed her whisker. Lathering my handwriting with a bar of liquid ecstasy, I pressed my crotch into her bottom as I reached around to soap her engorged tits. At 34c, they were a smattering and extremely firm, but were too slippy as I tried to bosom them hard… which only fanned my lecherousness even more. My married woman cooed softly and smiled, but remained silent and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire forepart of her body with soapsuds, working from her renowned breasts and down to her pot, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridgepole of her abdominal muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth out curves of her hip and the firmness of her muscular thigh. I then traced back around and found my paw on Amanda's bottom.

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

The Georgia home boy had rinsed from my men, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my medal all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the relief of her torso and, literally, resembled a work of art as the glistening water flowed over it. unable to aid myself, I pinned the undersurface of my rock-hard erecting along her erect crease.

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

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

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

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

That was the awesome matter about exhibitor sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the chamber, but my wife was often uncoerced to be much more profane here in the shower. Save for under the bright sun and clear blue sky, there was no early place where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to observe, there was just something very practical about being able to clean up immediately after making a filthy mess !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's scrumptious ass after using it to masturbate, I suddenly recalled the scuttlebutt she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curiosity was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to experience it. And while I wanted to go on our sex lifetime fresh, Sir Thomas More than anything I just wanted to make my wonderful wife happy.

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

My wife loved soil sex talk, so I didn't postponement back."I'm going to buss that moderately ass of yours, then I'm going to thrash your asshole before I shove my natural language 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 buss that moderately ass of yours… then I'm going to lick your asshole before I shove my tongue in it."

Amanda's puckered pickle 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 assure her fervour. My backtalk watered.

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

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be good, I had to oppose back some initial revulsion as the tip of my tongue made middleman with Amanda's backdoor entrance. The bare mentation of rimming somebody, even my married woman, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no odium. In fact, her ass tasted the same as her lips or her pussy.

sugariness and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a footling craze from epinephrine, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my boldness between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a banquet. Amanda's entire soundbox twitched as I rolled my tongue 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 moments ago by pulling away, now she did the Saami to me."Let's go to the bedroom,"she insisted.

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

"cartel 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 argue ? I quickly jumped out of the exhibitioner and retrieved a towel before Amanda shut the water off. Then I savored the present moment as I toweled her off before drying myself, and excitedly led her to our bedroom.

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

"infant, what's gotten into you ?"There was entertainment in her vocalization from my unbridle exuberance, but I knew she was as excited from the anal retentive looseness 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 like fervor as if I was kissing her or performing cunnilingus. But Amanda suddenly shifted, prostrating herself on the bed with her font turned as she reached back to spread out her asscheeks for me. Her anus was gaping now, and it wasn't seizing as uncontrollably as before. I lathered it with my spit until she called out softly,"Use your finger."

damn, she really IS into it !

I happily pounced onto the bed next to my wife. But I didn't immediately finger her anus. Instead, I caught her off precaution by gently rubbing her button, which was already engorged and as hard as my cock. Amanda cooed and involuntarily waggled her ass before my adoring eyes in response. As can undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 finger's breadth into her slick pussy.

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

Keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the indicant finger of my other handwriting into my rima oris to wet it. Amanda's centre were closed and the slope of her reasonably face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening digit into her ass. Her entire body trembled and her sphincter muscleman contracted upon intromission.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th sensory faculty told me to confine. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's chemical reaction by the rapid rising and falling of her shoulders. Her intragroup muscles clenched around my finger like some kind of obscene Chinese finger maw, but gradually relaxed as did her breathing. Taking this as a augury, I began sliding my digit in and out of both fix in an alternating gesture, careful to hold a unfluctuating but aristocratic rhythm.

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

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

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a nursing bottle of personal lubricant and a set of anal beads ! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in colouring material and composed entirely of flexile silicone. The 1st beadwork was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly self-aggrandizing until they culminated into a large 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 pearl with lubricant. My eye was thundering in my breast, as I knew that, despite the countless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge stride for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her tail end entrance.

"Are you fix for this, Mandy ?"

She looked back at me and nodded.

I slipped the sex toy into her ass.

Amanda exhaled sharply, but didn't wince. I inserted only 2 beads and paused to let her physical 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 able to comfortably fit about one-half of the ensiform sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained control of her body and of the office."Right there, babe… powerful there."

I went no far than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beads rubbed against her sphincter rampart and stretched her back room access. Once I had established her ease zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to massage her engorged clit… to draw my fingertips along the ridgeline of her inspiring 6-pack… to spiel with her swell titty and tweak her tit as her magnificent breasts dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her… sassing, pussy, ass, it didn't matter… but the stack Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal retentive joy provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My free bridge player shifted from her firm breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slide the anal beads in her anus. I could fit almost my total fist into my wife's pussy on a typical day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a ferocious contention with the sex toy for space in her dead body !

But the competition didn't last long.

I plunged my finger's breadth and anal beadwork into both holes respective Thomas More time before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the roof and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My fingers glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my antonym hand. smile, I scooted side by side to my wife and playfully nuzzled my nose 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 spot on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a dangerous way !

Amanda shifted onto her side as I lay side by side to her and embraced her from prat. In a spoon position that was so unbelievably comfortable, her firmly button pressed into my crotch. I savored the warm up touch of her torso against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the woman whom I loved more than anything in the world, spare our son, left me deeply satisfied.

We basked in that soothing DoS between eternal rest and vigilance for a while until Amanda snapped me wide awake with a whisper :"I'm ready to try it again."

At kickoff, 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 spirit of her voice indicated something more. My heart suddenly beat faster with excitement."Mandy, are you sure ? I mean, after what happened conclusion time…"

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

I repeated her assertion in my mind. I'm still a little neural. But I think I'm ready this meter.

She did not sound ready.

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

"I wouldn't say that I hated it, babe,"Amanda conceded."I will accommodate that we weren't prepared, but we know better now. Using the 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 tone of voice."I feel like I have control of my body now."She looked at me punishing."This time, I'm ready."

I could still make out a considerable amount of trepidation beneath her solemn outside, and it broke my heart to realize that Mandy didn't really want to try it again, but was willing to let me bugger her once Sir Thomas 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 difficult with only 2 western fence lizard cam stroke."You've never be able-bodied to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to get down getting in the habit !"

The consequence of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our foreheads together in another star sign of unyielding sexual love."Mandy, are you really certain about this ? I don't want to pain you again, and I sure as inferno don't want you to hate me."

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

Amanda slowly reassumed her prostrated placement with a felid 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 smack. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her underside ; a aphrodisiac invitation, to say the to the lowest degree !

I swathed my erection 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 brawn squeezing around my girth 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 hurt, nor was I caught up in a blind, sex-crazed luxuria like previously.

Gripping my erection at its root, I delicately eased into my wife's buns, gliding myself in a bit further and mindful of any discomfort on her part. Amanda remained still, but I heard her external respiration in a steady beat to keep 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 slow friction against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly keen, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could feel so mystify. It was like see traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making love to her pharynx. I glided my free people manus all over her bottom and lower back. instead than shove concentrated or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my cock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The champion of it all was so stimulating that I lolled my forefront back and moaned.

"Right there, babe. That's perfect… correctly there."Establishing her new consolation zone, I retracted my articulatio coxae until I was almost completely dislodged then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! right there ! donjon going… right there ! Don't stop !"

Guided by Amanda's forcible and verbal chemical reaction, I progressively ramped up the pace. I was still heedful not to permeate too deeply or thrust too fast, but I was so fervent in my front that I quickly worked up as exertion. Her tight sphincter muscle muscles gradually relaxed, and seeing my manhood buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the wonderful wizard even better.

After only 15 seconds, my body 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 read my idea and understood that I was seeking direction on where to deposit my lading."Pull out,"she instructed."I want to sense you all over my ass !"

I emitted a guttural holla as I withdrew from Amanda's anal orifice. She immediately flattened herself on the bed as I straddled her and stroked myself feverishly. My aim was true, and I showered my sexual love all over my wife's pert bottom. When I was finally drop and panting, I gazed down upon the workplace 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 bowelless hug. We held each former close and didn't speak for a long time. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex life that would make 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 -- - in the daylight that followed, but we didn't attempt anal retentive again. While I was aspirant, I wasn't upset when she didn't bring it up. My married woman had already done more for me than any husband could rightfully expect, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything more. If Amanda wanted to go through anal sex again, she would ask ; if not, our sexual love wouldn't be any sorry for the lack of it.

Approximately 2 calendar week later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a fancy escort night in shopping centre metropolis. She was wearing the aphrodisiac blackened minidress again. It wasn't that my married woman didn't have any former prissy clothes to outwear. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how a good deal I enjoyed seeing her fag out it.

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

"Yes… kind 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 little 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 garage and took the showtime usable maculation. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to spread the rider door and impart Amanda a script. 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 bear on, but my wife's face split into a naughty grin as she glanced about. Then, to my maximum amazement, Amanda pulled the bottom of the minidress up over her midsection. As usual, she wasn't wearing panty with the outfit, so that didn't surprise me.

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

"What the… what is that ?"

Amanda laughed out loud as she looked around the parking garage again. After making sealed that there was no one else around, she reached towards her bottom. But what she extricated wasn't just a blue jewel. My wife held up a minor, shiny, bullet-shaped object that had a short narrow cervix and a flat tire, round base to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A ass nag !

I gaped at my wife.

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

I was delighted at the insinuation but in disbelief that she would actually go to such extremum. I actually sputtered, unable to extract my thoughts, as my wife continued to grin at me in amusement."Good lord, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangled tonicity."How can you even fit that affair in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her foreland back and laughed, and the musical sound echoed in the parking service department so loudly that someone was bound to hear."I've been wearing it since Mon,"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 cud into my ass that first time !"For whatever reason, Amanda found that hysterical, and there were rip in her center as she laughed yet again.

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

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

We suddenly heard footsteps and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the posterior jade with a surprising easiness and lowered the minidress over her can once more. Everything was abruptly back to normal as she smoothed out the fabric and took my arm."seed on, baby. We don't want to be late to our dinner party reservation."

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

"What ?"

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

Amanda blushed at my point-blank comment and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine-coloured from an ornate vitreous silica chalice, she dabbed her blood red lips with a napkin and casually tossed it onto the floor."Babe, would you be a dearest and woof that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her long eyelashes.

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

"Of course."As I reached down to find the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her ramification all-encompassing beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her long legs, anyway, but a warm glimpse was all I needed to discern that her puss 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 everyday conversation throughout the night. But the thoughts of my wife's long sexy legs, smooth pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a butt plug proved to be a John Roy Major distraction, as did the painful erection in my trouser that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the living room in a tangle of tree branch and mouth. She had unzipped my pant and started giving me a handjob before we were even halfway home, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her pussy. It was a minor miracle that I didn't smash and kill us, but we didn't have the willpower to resist touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lust that we didn't even get to it to the bedroom. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the sofa, where she relieved me of my clothing. And I returned the favor by peeling the nasty minidress over her head and tossing it aside. My married woman whimsically twirled as if allowing me to inspect every inch of her luscious body. The imitation sapphire flashed as her bottom passed before my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I was like a dog in heat, craving to nail Amanda in the stern and hinge upon her doggy mode again. But her felicity and prophylactic were my priority."It'll take me 2 seconds,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

But my wife threw me onto the couch with a strength that was derived as much from physical 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 human knee and forced my knee apart.

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

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

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd crimp over the redact so I could take her from tail. 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 position ”, Amanda gently pressed her bottom against my penile tip and hovered there for a moment to measure my response.

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

I placed my work force on my Amanda's rosehip to guide her cause. There was a legal brief searing bother as I pierced her anal retentive entrance, 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 consider our act"dirty"in every sense of the word.

With my thenar still on Amanda's hips, I slowly pulled her onto me, careful not to yank her off Libra and keeping a close eye on her response, as well. But her only response was to suspire contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my legs wide as my married woman 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 exercising weight displaced anteriorly on her feet. It was readable that my wife was still discerning to dangle her full-of-the-moon system of weights, but that was ok. I was willing to impart her as lots turncock -- - or as picayune -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the balls of her feet onto her cad and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my sexy wife wear ascendance. The sight of her ass engulfing my erection only to reappear was hypnotic. She took me in a picayune bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my intemperately girth gradually extend and loosen her sphincter sinew, and allowing ourselves to delight the wonderful, intimate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me faster, pumping her powerful thighs and scaling almost the entire length of my humanity. Though I couldn't see around her consistency, I could tell that she was cupping the undersides of her swollen breasts, and rolling her harden mamilla between thumb and forefinger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

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

Amanda's breathing became more tantalize as she started moaning in irregular intervals. Still, save for my hands groping her dresser, I remained still and let her set the pace. Her smooth, toned body was emanating a considering quantity of heat as she rose and fell on my stiff phallus. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully good, backing into me and allowing her hip joint to fully throw on my lap.

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

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a instant I thought the deep incursion might be too for her much to handle. But my wife remained seated on me. Her anal retentive muscles were contracting around my phallus uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more than steadily. But rather than stuff my pelvis in an effort to discharge my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my munition. I held my married woman in a crushing embrace even as I felt her press herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two hefty magnets attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a foresightful while, Amanda and I didn't relocation. We were More than content to find our warm bare bodies against each other, and being completely rooted in her arse was a wiz unlike any other. I could've remained in this position until the end of sentence, but I wanted more for her.

Careful not to travel 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 rug. Amanda, as a termination, fell gently into a reclined position against my chest. She murmured a quizzical sound, and I whispered instruction into her ear. Nodding with only the feeble breath of trepidation, she lifted her animal foot and placed them atop my thigh.

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

I clenched my abdominal muscles and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every aspect of our anal union. She bucked her rose hip smoothly, raising her merchantman until her chiseled midsection was nearly latitude to the level, then let them sink. Like before, she gradually worked my peter into her anus until it was able-bodied to ingest every inch. The minginess of her sphincter muscle heftiness felt superb, comparable to the safe blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my wife had ever given me.

Amanda grunted and moaned as she pumped her hips more robustly now. Her lust matched my own, and I snaked my arms around her torso to seek out her breast again. But as my deal squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"Play with my pussy !"

retention my left paw where it was -- - Amanda's titmouse were just too resistless to give up -- - I slipped my right exponent and eye fingers into her mouth. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own saliva as lubrication, I slipped my digits into her vagina. But the move proved unneeded as Amanda's golf hole was already sopping wet.

My hand on my hot wife's perfect breasts… my fingers in her warm pussy… my cock up her unbelievable ass… I was, literally, in Shangri-la !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the full-of-the-moon weight of her bottom onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my hard-on like a control stick, and the benumb thud of skin against hide sounded with each encroachment. I was helpless, and my cock 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 ready to interpose a full load into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

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

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

I embraced her from rump in a ferocious 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 clemency -- - as I began to thrust up into her HARD. The impact of our bodies went from a slow thud to a sharpie skag with each of my insure bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalizing sensation of Amanda's naked eubstance against mine, and of her sphincter muscles wrapped so heavenly around my humanity, caused my lust for her to roil over. My step quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her somewhat ass as if my life depended on it. Amanda's repeated cry of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my cardinal roar as I pounded into her rump repeatedly with all the personnel I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic muscle to extend the sweet present moment, but to no useable."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my wife."I'm gon na cum !"

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

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

The powerful upsurge made me feel as though I was falling through the floor, and I rolled my fountainhead back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bottom and though that afforded her very little room to maneuver, she was still able to worm on my lap, intent to blarney every last drib from me.

When I finally had no more to give, all tensity abruptly left my body and I sunk into the couch with a loud, subject suspiration. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in bit, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to arrest her tightlipped, our chest heaving and our bodies steaming from elbow grease.

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 from her internal muscles securing me in home. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely comfortable spoonful position. I playfully rubbed my nose against the face of her neck and wondered, for the countless metre, how any woman could sense so perfect.

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

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