Prologue

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

This is, by no mean value, intended to objectify or take down my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 real characteristic -- - in no specific order -- - that, in my chagrin opinion, place her in the mellow echelons of physical beauty.

The first is the ne plus ultra of her face and the unmarred texture of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's endearing freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest lineament of all, but the way her embrown eye always twinkle with mischief, like there's an inner jape 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

divagation from her supermodel-like salutary aspect, people probably comment Amanda's amazing breasts first when she enters the room : 34c… perfect in shape, size of it, and firmness… perfect in every way ! Amanda's breast are obviously resplendent when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snug, sweaty sports bra.

Lastly, of course, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't posse a"ripple butt end"or an"orchard apple tree bottom"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to line her bottom as such ! No, she flaunts a sleek, super-toned arse, achieved from straining workouts at the gym and running 20+ miles weekly, that is as steadfast as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's knocker, the sight of her bare tail end is an iniquitous pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga pants.

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

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Several chain of Amanda's long black silky hair fell over her face, and she blew them aside through the corner of her mouth. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing sweetheart that I had oafishly forgotten in the sink. Her rachis was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in wonder. Her hair's-breadth covered most of her backside. However, clad in a snug sportswoman bra and yoga pants that left niggling to the imaginativeness, it was difficult not to comment the rip off muscleman of my wife's V-shaped pep pill torso. 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 incredible, gross ass…

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

My wife regarded with me with a bemused verbal expression, but I hardly noticed. I went from being mesmerized by her behind to fixating on her beautiful breast and sexy 6-pack abs that rippled impressively with the slender 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 brass turned a darker tad than mine."Sorry, you caught me red-handed."

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

I quickly glided towards her, placed my helping hand on her pelvic arch, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her tail end, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen swallow hole. My burgeoning erecting pressed into the crease of her ass as I encircled her with my arms. Amanda squealed and attempted to writhe away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

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

I rubbed my crotch against Amanda's behind even harder ; I wanted her to finger 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 secernate. Maybe we should go forward this treatment in the shower."Normally, that would've sounded perfective tense because some of the best sex that we ever experienced had taken position there.

But I required instant gratification.

"I can't postponement,"I confessed in a pain tone."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you right now."Amanda's luscious bottom had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my future countersign without thinking, and immediately regretted it :"I want to stoop you over this sump and breeze through your ass."

My wife was typically adventuresome in bed. preserve for the extremely bizarre, there wasn't anything that she wasn't willing to try at to the lowest degree once. We often watched smut together, dabbled with sex toys, and even practiced light bondage while taking turns being the"dom/domme"and"sub ”. But there were 2 specific bounds 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 finish my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jack off near her face. I never pushed the issue. After all, oral sex was already an intimate act that required a great mickle of corporate trust between us, and my wife understandably considered swallowing semen grotesque, much less wearing it on her face ! While I secretly fantasized about both, I was just felicitous to be receiving blowjobs fairly regularly.

But nailing Amanda in her incredible ass… now that was a different floor. Unfortunately, her 2nd sexual ejection was anal sex. Each fourth dimension I would bring it up or even hedge around the subject, my married woman would wrinkle her nose and immediately end the discourse with a resounding"No !"

But the more Amanda denied me anal sex, the more I craved it. Her ass was so absurdly perfect that sodomizing it became an obsession. Sure, traditional vaginal sex, as well as viva voce sex, with my wife was as incredible as ever, but every time she was au naturel or simply walked by, I couldn't service but aspiration about poking her in the butt.

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

Damn it, you're such an cretin, 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 vocalism trailed off as I lifted my work force imploringly.

Amanda rolled her eyes with a flavor of immense disgust that almost killed the mood and shriveled my engorged member to its original size.

Almost.

"dish are done, I'm going to take aim a shower,"she hastily announced.

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

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

"Saviour, Mandy. Are you going to make me get on my knee joint and beg ? Because I will."

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

I emitted a drawn-out groan."Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk….that flavour SO good…."

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

"return off the leggings,"I whispered."I want to make love to you right now."

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

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

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

Amanda wiggled her rose hip, and that was my topple point.

"OH….FUCK !"

A mightily orgasm surged between my legs 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 fair sex wouldn't have tolerated how gratingly I squeezed her breasts, but my married woman merely cackled as I used her entire 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 tit -- - to get off. I moved awkwardly, afraid to get the foul mess in my pants all over myself. My wife took one looking at me and chortled.

"This isn't amusing !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

"Um, no. I am most certainly not."Dry-humping my wife's target 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 snuff it the kitchen, however, she stopped to reckon at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower now. come join me."It was a statement, not a postulation."Maybe I can scavenge you up before we make another mess."

My hard-on instantaneously returned.

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A week later, Amanda and I were getting make for a dinner party date with my upright friend Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the commencement time. Dimitri was as dear to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to make a good depression on Kate for his sake. I was in our walk-in closet searching for a gracious shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I see ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky melanise mini-dress. Composed of a very gentle and stretchable cloth, the mini-dress was so thin and form-fitting that that it was like another level of hide. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attention to Amanda's eye-popping cleavage. The bottom of the minidress barely reached halfway down her thighs, showing off am unconscionable quantity of her fabulously tone up ball carrier's leg. Combined with the stiletto hound that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her wooden leg appear obscenely long.

Despite Amanda's assortment of amativeness, I was once again enthralled by her incredible ass. The way the minidress swaddled it so snuggly like plastic wrap was like a mighty attracter that I could not pull my eyes away from. It was blatantly obviously that my married woman wasn't wearing any scanty, which made her appearance 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 tike and a few years later, my wife somehow appeared insanely spicy wearing it now compared to the number 1 time.

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

maternity did not smash my wife's shape in the least bit. She was clearly getting better with time, just like fine wine. I gazed at her rapturously."Kate is going to detest 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, babe. Please don't say that ! Should I change ?"

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

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

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

My wife threw an even more mischievous grinning my way as she turned and sauntered into the bathroom without promote comment. With a extrusion in my pants and my nub thumping toilsome, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to regard me demurely as she pulled the bottom the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Jesus Good Shepherd, Mandy. Your ass is fucking incredible."

My wife stepped to the bathroom sump and promptly leaned over it. With her look inches from the mirror and her upper half analog to the level, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't clear enough, she reached back with one had to spread her pussy.

All I saw was pink.

I immediately dropped my pants.

I came right up to Amanda from behind. She brought her face to mine, and we kissed like 2 wilderness animals succumbing to their primal demand. Gripping my erection 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 debate as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a little harsh, I palmed the back of her question to force Amanda to stare at herself in the mirror."Watch as I bang the the pits out of you,"I growled.

Amanda and I had 3 specifics places where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the shower, and outdoor on a clear and sunny day. Currently, her eyes were as wide as her mouth as we gazed at our own reflection while making love. But I happened to trance sight of her puckered yap as I glanced down.

My cock throbbed even harder in Amanda's pussy. It was as if her arse was calling to me… beckoning me… teasing me as it flashed before my middle. Without thinking, I brushed the pad of my index finger over it.

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

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an electric shock. Her head and backbone instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the ingress 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 excuse what I meant by"it ”.

To my utmost disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her pussy and excitement filled my thought process 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 reflexion in the mirror as I began to come home her, but winced when her internal sinew automatically contracted at my intrusion.

Goddamn, she's got a cockeyed ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my teeth as I was barely able to fit my bulblike 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 tighter. But the sight of my cock partially buried in her ass so visually stimulating -- -- there simple fact that I was finally having anal retentive sex with my wife so thrilling -- - that it was worth the physical discomfort.

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

Amanda's expression quickly changed from apprehension to outright excruciation, 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 blue, Mandy ! Are you ok ? I'm so sorry !"

My wife bore a awful expression, one that I had never seen before and torus at my center, 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 mum, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the woman whom I loved more than animation itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and forth to walk off the lingering discomfort. 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 service department. Her demeanor also softened, and she was back to her champagne, talkative self by the meter we were on the road. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st effort at anal sex for the rest of the night.

I felt like such a horrible husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me early the next morning. It was Lord's Day -- - my day to sleep in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my side and tried to fall back asleep.

Then the gentle quivering happened again.

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

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

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

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

My chafe instantly evaporated. There was goose egg my wife could ever do to nark me."It's ok, Mandy. What are you reading ?"

She flushed in embarrassment."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 lots. But we both had our vices."Oh yea ? Any good sex scenes ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like the ones in the pornography telecasting that we watched the former day."

Amanda let that pass."Anal beads can be less unspeakable than digit,"she continued in a scholarly tone that was endearing and absolutely adorable,"since you can inflect the sum of money of reaching with the size of the beads. And we definitely should've used lubricator yesterday, too !"

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

Her construction was angelical."I'm reading about it in my romance novel."I was about to express a primitive commentary when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, infant. It actually felt effective when you were in… there… at first."My eyes widened."But then I got kind of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to hurt, and I felt like I was losing ascendancy of my dead body and that everything inside was going to buck out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even reply, Amanda became much more subdued and added,"Not to sound ever more sicken, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can help oneself to inhibit those inborn reflex before anal penetration. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that sink in.

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

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

Our conversation had me severely as a rock, and even though I was smart enough to realize that we weren't going to attempt anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very to the lowest degree, going to gratify in some very incredible morn sex. But Amanda glanced at the time and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was betimes Sun morning, which meant it was metre for her to meet 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, well yet, why don't you not show up at all, and stay here with me ? I got a really bad itch that only you can scratch."

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stun grinning. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert tee shirt as a nightie, and nothing else save for a pair of pink panties. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her acrobatic frame and hugged the curves of her rear end perfectly. Most women who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's raw beauty first thing in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her landing strip naked and don her running attire : a snug fun bra and tight leggings, an turnout that would undoubtedly induce anyone within a 100ft radius to stare 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 figure and she halted. communication was the key to any kinship, and I told her,"I'm really sorry for hurting you yesterday."

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

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

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

Next time ?

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

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

week later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary sports bra and leg covering again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over fourth dimension. While we normally spent about 2 hours here, we usually separated to pursue our own end. I concentrated more on upper physical structure strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on lower eubstance and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"roman type chair ”, much to my delight. She placed her cell telephone set and piss nursing bottle on the matte up level. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the ground with her rear straight and arm crossed in an"X"over her plenteous thorax. Then, flexing at the waistline, Amanda formed a perfect upper side"V"before extending back to her archetype position. This detail workout targeted her lower rachis and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded view of her unbelievable ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"roman chair"was stationed at the straw man of the gym in clear survey. I humorously wondered if its strategic locating had been on purpose as I ceased my exercise to gaze at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me surd, and I almost didn't care if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling wicked, I withdrew my cellphone and sent her a playful text.

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

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

Oh, how my married woman loved to tease ! But this metre, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding : There's now a gang of guys staring at your ass with me. Should I charge them admission ? son of a bitch, the fop next 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 mobile phone phone back onto the floor.

I laughed and resumed my exercise, but my heart didn't stray from my wife's incredible prat as she continued hers.

Nor did the oculus 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 sentence -- - aside from making sexual love to my beautiful wife and staring at her unbelievable ass -- - than bathing with her. The combination of being wet and naked with Amanda was a marvellous thing, indeed !

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her tomentum. Lathering my men with a bar of soap, I pressed my genitalia into her buns as I reached around to lather her gourmandize tits. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely firm, but were too slippery as I tried to pinch them hard… which only fanned my lust even more. My married woman cooed softly and smiled, but remained mum and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire movement of her body with suds, working from her noted breasts and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the telling ridges of her abdominal muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the tranquil curves of her pelvic arch and the resoluteness of her mesomorphic thighs. I then traced back around and found my manpower on Amanda's bottom.

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

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

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

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to roll her can against my genital organ in a very sensual, stimulate way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so hard for me…"

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

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

That was the awe-inspiring affair about exhibitioner sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the sleeping accommodation, but my wife was often willing to be much more corrupt here in the shower. preserve for under the lustrous sun and clear bluing sky, there was no other situation where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to remark, there was just something very practical about being able-bodied to cleanse up immediately after making a filthy mess !

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

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

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

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

But I spun her back around so quickly that she yelped."I told you, Mandy : I'm going to kiss that passably ass of yours… then I'm going to lick your cocksucker before I shove my tongue in it."

Amanda's puckered hole was suddenly staring at me as I spread her asscheeks. I had never examined it so closely, and it actually winked at me like an eye as she attempted to control her fervor. My mouth watered.

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

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be honorable, I had to fight back some initial repulsion as the tip of my clapper made middleman with Amanda's backdoor entrance. The mere thought of rimming someone, even my married woman, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no detestation. In fact, her ass tasted the Same as her lips or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a little madden from epinephrin, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my face between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a feast. Amanda's full body 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 bit ago by pulling away, now she did the same to me."Let's go to the bedroom,"she insisted.

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

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

How could I possibly argue ? I quickly jumped out of the shower and retrieved a towel before Amanda shut the piddle 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 bed presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpet and buried my aspect into her tail again. My hungriness returned instantly.

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

My reaction was a obtuse murmuring into her chthonian region.

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

Damn, she really IS into it !

I happily pounced onto the bed next to my wife. But I didn't immediately finger her anus. Instead, I caught her off sentry go by gently rubbing her clit, which was already engorged and as hard as my tool. Amanda cooed and involuntarily waggled her ass before my adoring eyes in response. As bottom of the inning undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 fingers into her slick pussy.

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

keeping both finger's breadth inside her vagina, I stuck the index digit of my other mitt into my rima oris to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the side of her middling human face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening digit into her ass. Her entire body trembled and her anatomical sphincter muscles contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th senses told me to make. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid rising and falling of her shoulders. Her intragroup brawn clenched around my fingers like some sort of obscene Chinese finger trap, but gradually relaxed as did her breathing. Taking this as a signal, I began sliding my finger's breadth in and out of both cakehole in an switch motion, measured to keep back a steady but aristocratical rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slide my midriff fingerbreadth into her anus along with my index finger's breadth. But my married woman was still tight in her backdoor in complete dividing line to her slit, 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 have a surprise 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 drop ! Shaped like a blade, the sex toy was lavender in gloss and composed entirely of elastic silicone. The first drop was only the sizing of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly bigger until they culminated into a orotund ring-handle that was intended to guard against trauma from over-penetration.

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

I immediately withdrew from her vagina and anus to slather the anal retentive beads with lubricator. My inwardness was thundering in my thorax, as I knew that, despite the countless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a Brobdingnagian step for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her bottom entrance.

"Are you ready for this, Mandy ?"

She looked back at me and nodded.

I slipped the sex toy into her ass.

Amanda exhaled sharply, but didn't flinch. I inserted only 2 beadwork and paused to let her trunk 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-bodied to comfortably fit about half of the swordlike sex toy.

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

I went no further than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the drop rubbed against her sphincter muscle paries and stretched her back threshold. Once I had established her solace zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to massage her pig out clit… to trace my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack… to play with her swollen breasts and tweak her nipple as her magnificent chest dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, pussy, ass, it didn't matter… but the heap Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal pleasance provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My exempt bridge player shifted from her firm breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slew the anal beads in her anus. I could fit almost my entire clenched fist into my married woman's pussy on a typical day, but my 2 finger were, literally, in a fierce contender with the sex toy for space in her consistency !

But the rivalry didn't last long.

I plunged my finger and anal beadwork into both fix various more clip before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the ceiling and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My fingers glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opposition handwriting. smiling, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nuzzled my nose at the base of her neck. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to regard me solemnly that I noticed the huge wet pip on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way !

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

We basked in that soothing state between sleep and wakefulness for a spell until Amanda snapped me wide-eyed awake with a susurration :"I'm fix to try it again."

At world-class, I assumed that she merely wanted me to use the dildo on her ass or rim her again, which I would've been Sir Thomas More than happy to do. But the tone of her voice indicated something more. My heart suddenly beat faster with excitement."Mandy, are you sure ? I mean, after what happened last time…"

She rolled to face me."I'm still a trivial uneasy. But I think I'm make this time."

I repeated her statement in my mind. I'm still a footling nervous. But I think I'm ready this metre.

She did not go ready.

"I don't know,"I began with doubtfulness."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 admit that we weren't prepared, but we know better now. Using the bead and your digit back there stretched me without pain, and rimming definitely relaxed my muscles."It was endearing how she spoke about anal turn in such a clinical look."I feel like I have mastery of my organic structure now."She looked at me difficult."This clock time, I'm ready."

I could still discern a considerable amount of trepidation beneath her solemn exterior, and it broke my spirit to bring in that Mandy didn't really want to try it again, but was volition to let me bugger her once more out of pure love.

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

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

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

Amanda reached between my ramification and made me completely hard with only 2 swift strokes."You've never be able to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to initiate getting in the habit !"

The moment of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our os frontale together in another sign of unyielding love."Mandy, are you really sure 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, 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 emplacement with a feline gracefulness. Taking the bottle of personal lubricator, I scooted behind where her uncomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to hand her right cheek an affectionate buss and then a brightness level, playful smacking. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her bottom ; a sexy invitation, to say the to the lowest degree !

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

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

We sighed contently as my helmet-head slew into Amanda. I could feel her sphincter muscles 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 distraint, nor was I caught up in a subterfuge, sex-crazed lecherousness like previously.

Gripping my erecting at its base, I delicately eased into my wife's nates, gliding myself in a bit foster and mindful of any discomfort on her part. Amanda remained still, but I heard her respiration in a steady rhythm method of birth control to celebrate 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 dim friction against Amanda's rectal wall was incomprehensibly keen, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could feel so amazing. It was like see traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making love to her throat. I glided my free hand all over her bottom and lower back. Rather than push up grueling or push, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my cock halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The sensation of it all was so excite that I lolled my headland back and moaned.

"rightfulness there, sister. That's perfect… right there."Establishing her new puff zone, I retracted my rose hip until I was almost completely dislodge then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! right hand there ! livelihood going… right there ! Don't catch !"

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal response, I progressively ramped up the pace. I was still measured not to perforate too deeply or squeeze too fast, but I was so perfervid in my movements that I quickly worked up as sweat. Her pixilated sphincter muscles gradually relaxed, and seeing my manhood buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the wondrous sense datum even better.

After only 15 seconds, my body required release.

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

But Amanda could always understand my intellect and understood that I was seeking direction on where to situate my load."wrench out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

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

Her incredible ass glistened with my semen.

Amanda rolled onto her back, reached up, and pulled me onto her in a violent hug. We held each other near and didn't speak for a long prison term. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex animation 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 show -- - vaginal and oral -- - in the solar day that followed, but we didn't attempt anal retentive again. While I was hopeful, I wasn't upset when she didn't bring it up. My wife had already done More for me than any husband could rightfully expect, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything to a greater extent. If Amanda wanted to experience anal sex again, she would ask ; if not, our passion wouldn't be any worse for the lack of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a fantasy date dark in sum City. She was wearing the aphrodisiac smutty minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any other nice clothes to wear down. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her don 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 flying 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 wearing apparel is a little tight on you,"I replied drolly."Not that I'm complaining !"

My wife snorted in entertainment but didn't respond.

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

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

I was growing worry, but my wife's facial expression stock split into a racy grin as she glanced about. Then, to my utmost astonishment, Amanda pulled the bottom of the minidress up over her midsection. As usual, she wasn't wearing scanty with the kit, so that didn't surprisal me.

But what did storm 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 service department again. After making sealed that there was no one else around, she reached towards her bottom of the inning. But what she extricated wasn't just a bluing jewel. My wife held up a small, glistening, bullet-shaped object that had a brusk narrow cervix and a compressed, round al-Qaeda to which the faux cerulean was attached.

A hind end male plug !

I gaped at my wife.

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

I was delighted at the insinuation but in mental rejection that she would actually go to such extremes. I actually sputtered, ineffectual to express my thoughts, as my wife continued to grin at me in amusement."skillful lord, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangled tone."How can you even fit that thing in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her psyche 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 Monday,"she confessed.

"What !"

"Not continuously,"Amanda quickly added."I only wore it for 5 minutes that day, and have been gradually increasing the duration. Omigod, it took me forever to get the hoopla into my ass that first sentence !"For whatever grounds, Amanda found that hysterical, and there were tears in her center as she laughed yet again.

I shook my point incredulously. My married woman and I enjoyed a sex living that would've been considered extremely hardcore even by the most seasoned porn hotshot, but she could still wow me with new matter."You're full-of-the-moon of surprises, aren't you ?"

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

We suddenly heard footsteps and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the buttocks plug with a surprise ease and lowered the minidress over her bottom once more. Everything was abruptly back to normal as she smoothed out the fabric 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 table from Amanda as she perused the menu. My beautiful married woman bore that like intense yet loveable verbalism that she always did when focusing on something. I gazed at her in idolization, but she peeked over the top of the menu and furrowed her brows questioningly.

"What ?"

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

Amanda blushed at my candid remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine-colored from an flowery lechatelierite chalice, she dabbed her roue red mouth with a napkin 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 longsighted eyelashes.

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

"Of course."As I reached down to retrieve the table napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs wide beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her longsighted legs, anyway, but a ready glimpse was all I needed to discern that her cunt was bare 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 nonchalant conversation throughout the night. But the thoughts of my wife's long aphrodisiac legs, smooth pussy, and, most predominantly, her unbelievable ass that presently housed a butt hack proved to be a major misdirection, as did the painful erection in my pants that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the living way in a tangle of limbs and lips. She had unzipped my bloomers and started giving me a handjob before we were even midway home, and I had deftly driven with one helping hand while fingering her pussy. It was a minor miracle that I didn't crash and stamp out us, but we didn't have the willpower to resist touching each other.

Amanda and I were in such a fit of lecherousness that we didn't even make it to the bedroom. Instead, we wrestled each other towards the sofa, where she relieved me of my wear. And I returned the favor by peeling the tight minidress over her drumhead and tossing it aside. My wife whimsically twirled as if allowing me to inspect every inch of her luscious consistence. The imitation lazuline flashed as her bottom passed before my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I was like a dog in oestrus, craving to nail Amanda in the butt and ride her pooch style again. But her happiness and safety were my priority."It'll take me 2 seconds,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

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

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

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

The blowjob was unlike any my married woman had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the verge of being outright violent, it was loudly, wet, and extremely sloppy. She slurped vigorously as a deep spittle seeped from her oral cavity and down her chin to surface my engorged penis.

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd bend over the couch so I could accept her from butt. But she turned, facing away from me, while reaching behind to get the picture my erecting 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 second to measure my response.

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

I placed my hands on my Amanda's hips to guide her movements. There was a brief searing pain as I pierced her anal retentive entrance, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a loving calibre to my wife's front despite the fact that many people would see our act"dirty"in every sentiency of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's coxa, I slowly pulled her onto me, careful not to jerk her off balance and keeping a close eye on her chemical reaction, as well. But her sole response was to suspire contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my legs blanket as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thigh pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely rooted inside of her. She was still leaning forward with a lot of her weight displaced anteriorly on her metrical foot. It was clear that my wife was still worried to put down her entire free weight, but that was ok. I was leave to give her as a great deal cock -- - or as little -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the nut of her metrical foot 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 married woman take on control. The sight of her merchant ship engulfing my hard-on only to reappear was spellbinding. She took me in a little bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my voiceless girth gradually stretch and unbend her sphincter muscle, and allowing ourselves to enjoy the wonderful, insinuate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me dissipated, pumping her hefty thighs and scaling almost the entire length of my manhood. Though I couldn't see around her body, I could narrate that she was cupping the undersurface of her swollen breasts, and rolling her harden pap between ovolo and forefinger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

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

Amanda's breathing became more scold as she started moaning in irregular intervals. Still, save for my workforce groping her pectus, I remained still and let her set the pace. Her smooth, toned body was emanating a considering sum of rut as she rose and fell on my cockeyed member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully upright, backing into me and allowing her rosehip to fully drop on my lap.

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

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought the deep penetration might be too for her much to palm. But my wife remained seated on me. Her anal muscles were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing more steadily. But rather than thrust my hips in an endeavour to discharge my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my weapon. I held my wife in a stifling embrace even as I felt her press herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two potent attracter attracted to each other.

We were one.

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

Careful not to move too quickly so I wouldn't hurt her, I shifted my bottom forward so that I was now slouched on the sofa with my ft firmly planted on the rug. Amanda, as a result, fell gently into a repose side against my chest. She murmured a mocking sound, and I whispered instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the light pinch 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 meat of my hips, my wife began slowly sodomizing herself in reverse cowgirl.

I clenched my ab muscles and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every aspect of our anal retentive matrimony. She bucked her rose hip smoothly, raising her tooshie until her chiseled midriff was nearly line of latitude to the floor, then let them sink. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able-bodied to consume every column inch. The closeness of her sphincter muscles felt superb, comparable to the best blowjob, tittyfuck, or handjob that my wife had ever given me.

Amanda grunted and moaned as she pumped her hips more robustly now. Her lust matched my own, and I snaked my arms around her organic structure to assay out her breast again. But as my helping hand squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"maneuver with my pussy !"

Keeping my left wing hired hand where it was -- - Amanda's tits were just too resistless to abandon -- - I slipped my right wing forefinger and middle digit 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 unnecessary as Amanda's hole was already sopping wet.

My hired man on my hot married woman's perfective tense breasts… my digit in her warm pussy… my shaft up her unbelievable ass… I was, literally, in heaven !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the total free weight of her freighter onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my hard-on like a joystick, and the dull thud of hide against pelt sounded with each impact. I was helpless, and my pecker was toilsome for it.

But, as usual, I could never stave off orgasm for recollective whenever I was naked with my beautiful wife. I had not only longed to perforate her anus, but fantasized filling it to the brim with my cum. And now, I was ready to inject a total freight into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

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

the Nazarene ! How Amanda could edge me so intensely with simple language ! But she suffered the consequences by losing ascendency of the site because I lost control.

I embraced her from behind 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 mercy -- - as I began to pierce up into her HARD. The impact of our consistency went from a mute thud to a piercing skag with each of my controlled bursts.

I commenced in at a sensitive paced, but the tantalizing whizz of Amanda's naked body against mine, and of her sphincter muscle wrapped so heavenly around my manhood, caused my lustfulness for her to moil over. My tempo quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her jolly ass as if my life depended on it. Amanda's repeated cries of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my cardinal bellowing as I pounded into her freighter repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

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

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

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

The powerful surge made me palpate as though I was falling through the floor, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's can and though that afforded her very trivial room to maneuver, she was still able to twist on my lap, intent to coax every last drop cloth from me.

When I finally had no more to give, all tension abruptly left my physical structure and I sunk into the sofa with a loud, substance sigh. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in turn, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to hold her tight, our bureau heaving and our consistence 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 atmospheric pressure from her inner muscles securing me in place. Eventually, we rolled as one, still connected to each other, and lay in an extremely comfortable spoon position. I playfully rubbed my nose against the side of her cervix and wondered, for the countless time, how any woman could find so perfect.

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

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