Prologue

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

This is, by no means, intended to objectify or put down my wife, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible device characteristic -- - in no particular order -- - that, in my humble judgment, seat her in the highest echelons of physical beauty.

The start is the flawlessness of her aspect and the unmutilated grain of her naturally tan cutis. I've come to fetishize Amanda's endearing freckles, which is perhaps her sexiest feature of speech of all, but the way her Robert Brown optic always twinkle with mischief, like there's an inside put-on that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the world more brilliantly than the sun on my sullen days

divagation from her supermodel-like good smell, people probably notice Amanda's amazing breasts first when she enters the room : 34c… perfective tense in physical body, size, and firmness… perfect tense in every way ! Amanda's breasts are obviously resplendent when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snuggery, sweaty sports bra.

Lastly, of track, is Amanda's incomparable ass. My wife doesn't posse a"bubble butt"or an"apple bottom"; far from it. In fact, she would be highly insulted were anyone to discover her stern as such ! No, she flaunts a silky, super-toned bottom, achieved from strenuous physical exercise at the gym and running 20+ miles weekly, that is as unfluctuating as I get whenever I see it. And like Amanda's knocker, the sight of her bare hind end is an ungodly pleasure, yet it's even more arousing when she wears her sexy yoga pants.

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

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Several strands of Amanda's long black silky hair's-breadth fell over her font, and she blew them aside through the corner of her sass. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing dishes that I had oafishly forgotten in the sink. Her spinal column was to me, and I stood behind her unnoticed.

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her hair's-breadth covered most of her tush. However, clad in a snug sports bra and yoga pants that left little to the imaginativeness, it was difficult not to comment the chiseled muscularity of my married woman's V-shaped upper berth body. Her dead body was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a model of health and fittingness. But my eyes insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

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

I stood in the centre of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The bare sight of her underside, especially in those aphrodisiacal yoga pants, made me harder than ball field. I was so engrossed by its beau ideal that I didn't realize she had shut off the water until she turned around.

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

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

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

I quickly glided towards her, placed my hands on her pelvis, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her tush, 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 squirm away, but I had her trapped precisely where I wanted her.

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

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

My married woman giggled."Um, what are you doing ?"

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

Amanda purred,"I can tell. Maybe we should cover this word in the shower."Normally, that would've sounded perfect because some of the beneficial sex that we ever experienced had taken situation there.

But I required instantaneous satisfaction.

"I can't delay,"I confessed in a pained tone."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you right now."Amanda's luscious tush had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my adjacent words without thinking, and immediately regretted it :"I want to bend you over this sink and nail your ass."

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

Amanda had a designated"No Fly Zone ”, which essentially meant that I was forbidden to cum anywhere above her neck. To put it succinctly, she would not end my blowjobs by swallowing or allowing me to jack off near her boldness. I never pushed the payoff. After all, oral sex was already an intimate act that required a not bad deal of 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 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 retentive sex. Each sentence I would add it up or even dodge around the matter, my wife would ruckle her nose and immediately end the discussion with a resounding"No !"

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

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

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

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

Almost.

"cup of tea are done, I'm going to withdraw a shower,"she hastily announced.

But I kept her pinned against the kitchen sink."What if I just bend you over and take on 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 married woman was relishing the rank baron that she wielded over me.

"Deliverer, Mandy. Are you going to wee-wee me get on my knees and beg ? Because I will."

Amanda was amused by my hapless desperation but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her merchant ship against my genitals. I was so wake up that my member was put up in my pants, and its bottom was pinned along her erect crimp. I began to agitate my torso against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

I emitted a lengthy groan."Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk….that feels SO good…."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"OH….FUCK !"

A powerful climax surged between my peg as I dry-humped my wife's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my subdivision automatically snaked around her organic structure. A lesser cleaning woman wouldn't have tolerated how harshly I squeezed her boob, 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 breasts -- - to get off. I moved awkwardly, afraid to get the foul mess in my trouser all over myself. My wife took one spirit at me and chortled.

"This isn't funny !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

"Um, no. I am most certainly not."Dry-humping my wife's tail 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 expire the kitchen, however, she stopped to look at me over her shoulder."I'm going to shower now. semen juncture me."It was a instruction, not a request."Maybe I can clean you up before we make another mess."

My erecting instantaneously returned.

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A week later, Amanda and I were getting ready for a dinner escort with my easily ally Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the first time. Dimitri was as dear to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to take a shit a near impression on Kate for his saki. I was in our waltz closet searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I look ?"she asked casually.

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

Amanda was wearing a slinky blackness mini-dress. Composed of a very soft and stretchy cloth, the mini-dress was so thin and form-fitting that that it was like another layer of skin. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed attention to Amanda's eye-popping segmentation. The can of the minidress barely reached halfway down her second joint, showing off am exorbitant amount of her fabulously tone runner's legs. Combined with the stiletto hound that Amanda was wearing, the outfit made her branch appear obscenely long.

Despite Amanda's assortment of sexiness, I was once again enthralled by her improbable ass. The way the minidress swaddled it so snuggly like plastic wrapper was like a powerful attracter that I could not snap my eyes 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 engagement [ refers to"Mandy's Sexcapade : Pantyless & Proud"]. Now, 1 shaver and a few eld later, my wife somehow appeared insanely blistering wearing it now compared to the initiatory time.

"Still fits,"she declared proudly while studying her profile 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 fine vino. I gazed at her rapturously."Kate is going to hate you."

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

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

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

It was both a benediction and a curse for a womanhood to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humbleness was endearing. Along with her news, wry sensation of sense of humour, and overall good luck charm, it easily outshined her physical attributes, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

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

My wife threw an even more mischievous smile my way as she turned and sauntered into the john without far scuttlebutt. With a bulge in my trouser and my heart thumping hard, I quickly followed. Amanda stopped to consider me demurely as she pulled the underside the mini-dress above her hips.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

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

My married woman stepped to the bath sink and promptly leaned over it. With her face inches from the mirror and her pep pill one-half parallel to the floor, Amanda waggled her can seductively. As if her invitation wasn't crystalise 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 wild brute succumbing to their primal needs. 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 arguments as I mounted her doggy-style. Knowing that she liked it a piffling boisterous, I palmed the back of her head to force Amanda to gaze at herself in the mirror."Watch as I bang the hell out of you,"I growled.

Amanda and I had 3 specific berth where we especially enjoyed having sex : in front of a mirror, in the shower, and outdoor on a realise and sunny day. Currently, her eyes were as wide as her mouth as we gazed at our own musing while making love. But I happened to catch deal of her puckered jam as I glanced down.

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

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

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an electric automobile shock. Her head and thorn instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the entry of her anus reflexively constricted. I couldn't believe that my fingertip had elicited such a dramatic response !

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

To my utmost disbelief, she nodded !

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

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

I missed my married woman's anxious expression in the mirror as I began to pervade her, but winced when her inner muscles automatically contracted at my intrusion.

Goddamn, she's got a tight ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my tooth as I was barely able to fit my bulbous head in halfway. It wasn't that my hard-on was a beastly sizing ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even tighter. But the mass of my dick partially buried in her ass so visually shake up -- -- there simple fact that I was finally having anal sex with my wife so thrilling -- - that it was Worth the strong-arm discomfort.

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

Amanda's expression quickly changed from discernment 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 meritless, Mandy ! Are you ok ? I'm so no-account !"

My wife bore a painful look, one that I had never seen before and torus at my substance, as she pulled her frock back down. She was grimacing when she replied unconvincingly,"I'm fine."

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

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

I immediately grew silent, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the woman whom I loved more than biography itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and forth to walk off the lingering uncomfortableness. She continued to reposition 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, talky self by the time we were on the road. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attempt at anal sex for the rest of the night.

I felt like such a horrifying husband.

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An odd, gentle shaking woke me early the next morning time. It was William Ashley Sunday -- - my day to catch some Z's in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my side of meat and tried to return back asleep.

Then the gentle shakiness happened again.

Curious, I opened my middle and lifted my header. Amanda was curled up in a clump reading an e-book on her tab. The quivering occurred for yet a 3rd time.

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

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

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

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

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

I chuckled. While my married woman could be very girlish at times, it still surprised me that she enjoyed those cheesy"happily ever after"stories so much. But we both had our vices."Oh yea ? Any expert sex shot ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you really just say ‘ anal retentive pearl'?"

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

"Like the ones in the porno video that we watched the other day."

Amanda let that pass."Anal beads can be less painful than fingerbreadth,"she continued in a scholarly musical note that was endearing and absolutely lovely,"since you can regulate the measure of reach with the size of the drop. And we definitely should've used lubricating substance yesterday, too !"

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

Her expression was angelic."I'm reading about it in my romance novel."I was about to give tongue to a rock oil comment when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, babe. It actually felt good when you were in… there… at first."My center widened."But then I got kind of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to pain, and I felt like I was losing ascendance of my body and that everything inside was going to shoot out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much to a greater extent subdued and added,"Not to voice ever more repellant, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can help to suppress those reflexes before anal penetration. If you do it the right way."She paused to let that fall off in.

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

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

Our conversation had me hard as a rock, and even though I was smart enough to realize that we weren't going to seek anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very to the lowest degree, going to pamper in some very incredible first light sex. But Amanda glanced at the time and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was too soon Sunday morning, which meant it was time for her to meet with her training group for another 10 mile run in the James Jerome Hill.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patent sandbag smile. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert T-shirt as a nightgown, and nothing else carry through for a pair of pink pantie. They were cut in the"boyshort"mode, which complemented her athletic build and hugged the curve of her ass perfectly. Most charwoman who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's innate knockout first thing in the morning.

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

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her strip naked and don her running play attire : a cubby fun bra and blotto leggings, an outfit that would undoubtedly cause anyone within a 100ft r to stare at her and drool. My wife tied her haircloth into a precious ponytail and kissed me on the lip, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to suffer her training group.

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

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

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

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

Next time ?

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

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

week later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary sport bra and leggings again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over metre. While we normally spent about 2 hour here, we usually separated to pursue our own goals. I concentrated more on pep pill soundbox strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on low eubstance and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the"Roman chair ”, much to my delight. She placed her cell phone and water nursing bottle on the felt up base. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the ground with her back straight and arms crossed in an"X"over her ample chest. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a sodding upper side"V"before extending back to her original lieu. This particular workout targeted her lower back and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded view of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"roman print electric chair"was stationed at the front of the gym in net persuasion. I humorously wondered if its strategic location had been on use as I ceased my example to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me arduous, and I almost didn't attention if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling implike, I withdrew my cellphone and sent her a playful text.

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

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

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

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 can as she continued hers.

Nor did the eyes of the numerous men around me.

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

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her hair. Lathering my hands with a bar of soap, I pressed my genital organ into her bottom as I reached around to soap her engorged titty. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely unwaveringly, but were too slippy as I tried to squeeze them hard… which only fanned my lust even more. My married woman cooed softly and smiled, but remained silent and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire front man of her consistence with lather, working from her illustrious bosom and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridgeline of her abdominal sinew with my fingertips. From there, I felt the tranquil bend of her hips and the steadiness of her muscular thighs. I then traced back around and found my hands 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 paw, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my thenar all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the eternal sleep of her body and, literally, resembled a work of art as the glistening water flowed over it. unable to help oneself myself, I pinned the underside of my rock-hard erection along her perpendicular crease.

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

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to ripple her merchant ship against my genitalia in a very sensual, stimulate way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so operose for me…"

"Just like I am now."I started to adjoin 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 thing about shower sex. We were always wildly adventurous in the bedroom, but my wife was often willing to be much more perverse here in the shower. Save for under the bright sun and solve blue sky, there was no early billet where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, 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 comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curio was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to experience it. And while I wanted to keep our sex life brisk, more than anything I just wanted to stimulate my wonderful wife felicitous.

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

My married woman loved dirty sex talk, so I didn't clutches back."I'm going to osculate that pretty ass of yours, then I'm going to thrash your mother fucker 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 buss that pretty ass of yours… then I'm going to cream your dickhead before I shove my spit 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 excitement. My rima oris watered.

I gave my married woman's anus a foresighted, tiresome lick.

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be honest, I had to crusade back some initial revulsion as the tip of my spit made liaison with Amanda's backdoor entrance. The mere thought of rimming soul, even my married woman, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no abhorrence. In fact, her ass tasted the Lapp as her rim or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly wolfish and perhaps a little deranged from Adrenalin, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my face between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a spread. Amanda's stallion body twitched as I rolled my tongue and inserted it, and her shrill squeal of exuberance 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 caput emphatically ; I was having too very much fun to halt and relocate.

"Trust me, I'm enjoying this way more than 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 shower and retrieved a towel before Amanda shut the water system 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 bedchamber, Amanda immediately crawled onto our bed on all 4's. With her bare stern presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the rug and buried my nerve into her behind again. My hunger returned instantly.

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

My response was a dull murmur into her nether region.

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

red cent, she really IS into it !

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

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

Keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the power finger of my other hand into my mouth to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the side of her jolly facial expression remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me nose my glistening finger into her ass. Her full soundbox trembled and her anatomical sphincter muscles contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th senses told me to prevail. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid rising and falling of her shoulders. Her internal muscles clenched around my fingers like some kind of salacious Chinese finger's breadth lying in wait, but gradually relaxed as did her external respiration. Taking this as a sign, I began sliding my fingers in and out of both hollow in an take turns motion, careful to keep a steady but gentle rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slip my mediate finger's breadth into her anus along with my index finger. But my wife was still loaded in her backdoor in stark contrast to her pussy, which was so wet and loose that I could've driven a truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my mediate finger merely pressed against its outer rim. I continued with just 1 finger, but Amanda truly did have a surprisal for me.

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottle of personal lubricator and a set of anal bead ! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in color and composed entirely of flexible silicone. The kickoff beading was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly bigger until they culminated into a tumid ring-handle that was intended to defend against injury from over-penetration.

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

I immediately withdrew from her vagina and anus to slather the anal retentive beads with lubricant. My gist was thundering in my thorax, as I knew that, despite the numberless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge tone for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her rear entrance.

"Are you quick for this, Mandy ?"

She looked back at me and nodded.

I slipped the sex toy into her ass.

Amanda exhaled sharply, but didn't flinch. I inserted only 2 beads and paused to let her 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 accommodate about half of the bladelike sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained control of her soundbox and of the state of affairs."right wing there, babe… right on there."

I went no further than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beadwork rubbed against her sphincter walls and stretched her back door. Once I had established her solace zona, I reached under to touch my wife… to massage her congested clit… to decipher my fingertips along the rooftree of her inspiring 6-pack… to make for with her swollen tit and tweak her pap as her brilliant knocker dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My dick normally craved to be inside of her… rima oris, pussy, ass, it didn't matter… but the sight Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal pleasure provided me with more joy than anything else could take. My free hand shifted from her house breasts back to her snatch again as I continued to slue the anal retentive beads in her anus. I could fit almost my entire fist into my wife's puss on a typical day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a trigger-happy competition with the sex toy for blank in her body !

But the competition didn't final stage long.

I plunged my digits and anal beading into both hole several More metre before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the roof and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My digit glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opposite word paw. Grinning, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nestle my nose at the base of her neck opening. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her backbone to regard me solemnly that I noticed the huge wet blot on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a good way !

Amanda shifted onto her side of meat as I lay next to her and embraced her from derriere. In a spoon billet that was so unbelievably easy, her business firm button pressed into my crotch. I savored the warm touch of her physical structure against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the woman whom I loved more than anything in the mankind, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

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

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

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

I repeated her program line in my mind. I'm still a trivial nervous. But I think I'm ready this fourth dimension.

She did not sound ready.

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

"I wouldn't say that I hated it, babe,"Amanda conceded."I will include that we weren't prepared, but we know better now. Using the bead and your fingers back there stretched me without annoyance, and rimming definitely relaxed my muscles."It was endearing how she spoke about anal romp in such a clinical tone."I feel like I have command of my soundbox now."She looked at me hard."This time, I'm ready."

I could still distinguish a considerable sum of money of trepidation beneath her solemn exterior, and it broke my heart to substantiate that Mandy didn't really want to try it again, but was will to let me sodomize her once More out of pure love.

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

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

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

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

The second of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our forehead together in another sign of unyielding beloved."Mandy, are you really sure about this ? I don't want to hurt 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 detest you. Just used the lubricant… and be blue with me."

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

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

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

We sighed contently as my helmet-head slue into Amanda. I could feel her sphincter muscles squeezing around my girth ever-so-slightly, but nowhere near as uncontrollably as during our initial foray. Except for the prevision, she didn't appear to be in any distress, nor was I caught up in a blind, sex-crazed lust like previously.

Gripping my erection at its base, I delicately eased into my wife's bottom, gliding myself in a bit further and mindful of any discomfort on her part. Amanda remained still, but I heard her ventilation in a steady rhythm to keep her body make relaxed. We both kept calm.

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

The obtuse friction against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly recherche, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could experience so amaze. It was comparable experiencing traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making dear to her pharynx. I glided my free hand all over her bottom and lower back. instead than thrust hard or pushing, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my tool halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The sensation of it all was so stimulating that I lolled my head back and moaned.

"right wing there, sister. That's perfect… right-hand there."Establishing her new comfort geographical zone, I retracted my coxa until I was almost completely dislodged then slowly sunk in again."Omigod… yes ! Right there ! living going… right there ! Don't stop !"

Guided by Amanda's physical and verbal reaction, I progressively ramped up the pace. I was still deliberate not to penetrate too deeply or thrust too fast, but I was so fervent in my social movement that I quickly worked up as sweat. Her pissed sphincter muscles gradually relaxed, and seeing my manhood buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the terrific sensation even better.

After only 15 seconds, my body required release.

However, I still wasn't sure of Amanda's bound 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 register my mind and understood that I was seeking charge on where to deposit my load."clout out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

I emitted a guttural roar as I withdrew from Amanda's anal porta. She immediately flattened herself on the bed as I straddled her and stroked myself feverishly. My aim was true, and I showered my erotic love all over my married woman's pert bottom. When I was finally spent and panting, I gazed down upon the work of art that I had just created.

Her unbelievable ass glistened with my semen.

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

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Amanda and I had sex of the traditional smorgasbord -- - vaginal and unwritten -- - 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 beloved wouldn't be any worse for the lack of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a envision date night in Center urban center. She was wearing the sexy ignominious minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any other courteous clothes to outwear. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her wear it.

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

"Yes… sort of. I just can't seem to get comfortable."She fidgeted and tugged at the poor 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 entertainment but didn't respond.

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When we finally arrived at our destination, I pulled into the push parking garage and took the first available spot. 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 surely you're ok ? You're moving variety of funny."

I was growing refer, but my wife's face snag into a naughty grin as she glanced about. Then, to my furthermost astonishment, Amanda pulled the bottom of the minidress up over her midsection. As usual, she wasn't wearing panties with the getup, 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 bottomland. But what she extricated wasn't just a blue jewel. My wife held up a little, shiny, bullet-shaped aim that had a short narrow neck opening and a savorless, round home to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A butt joint spark plug !

I gaped at my wife.

"What ?"Amanda asked as if pulling an inanimate object from one's ass was an everyday 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 extremes. I actually sputtered, ineffective to utter my thinking, as my wife continued to grin at me in amusement."upright overlord, Mandy !"I blurted in a strangle tone."How can you even fit that thing in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her head back and laughed, and the melodious sound echoed in the parking garage so loudly that individual 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 proceedings that day, and have been gradually increasing the length. Omigod, it took me forever to get the plug into my ass that first meter !"For whatever reason, Amanda found that hysteric, and there were rip in her centre as she laughed yet again.

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

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

We suddenly heard footsteps and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the arse wad with a surprising simplicity and lowered the minidress over her bottom once more. Everything was abruptly back to rule as she smoothed out the fabric and took my arm."ejaculate on, babe. We don't want to be late to our dinner reservation."

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

"What ?"

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

Amanda blushed at my point-blank remark and glanced around guiltily. Then, after taking a sip of wine from an ornate crystal chalice, she dabbed her profligate red backtalk with a napkin and casually tossed it onto the floor."Babe, would you be a lamb and pickax that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her long eyelashes.

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

"Of course."As I reached down to recall the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs broad beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously high on her long stage, anyway, but a quick glance was all I needed to discern that her pussy 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 daily conversation throughout the dark. But the opinion of my married woman's long aphrodisiacal leg, smooth pussy, and, most predominantly, her unbelievable ass that presently housed a butt plug proved to be a major distraction, as did the abominable erection in my knickers that screamed for attention.

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Amanda and I stumbled into the living elbow room in a maze of tree branch and lips. She had unzipped my knickers and started giving me a handjob before we were even halfway place, and I had deftly driven with one hand while fingering her pussycat. It was a nipper miracle that I didn't crash and kill us, but we didn't have the self-possession to balk touching each other.

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

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

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

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

I was about to festinate to our chamber, but Amanda interjected,"Don't bother."

I was like a dog in high temperature, craving to nail Amanda in the can and ride her doggy stylus again. But her happiness and refuge were my priority."It'll study me 2 seconds,"I assured her."I'll be fast !"

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

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

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

The cock sucking was unlike any my married woman had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the verge of being instantly violent, it was loud, wet, and extremely sloppy. She slurped vigorously as a thick saliva seeped from her oral cavity and down her chin to coat my engorged phallus.

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd bend over the couch so I could take her from ass. 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 quantify my reception.

This was a stigma new emplacement for us, and I was thrilled !

I placed my hands on my Amanda's hips to manoeuver her movements. There was a legal brief searing pain in the ass as I pierced her anal ingress, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a loving quality to my wife's front despite the fact that many masses would consider our act"dirty"in every sense of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's rosehip, I slowly pulled her onto me, deliberate not to yank her off Libra the Scales and keeping a close eye on her reaction, as well. But her only response was to sigh contently as she sank lower and lower onto me. I opened my wooden leg wide as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her thighs pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely settle inside of her. She was still leaning forward with much of her weight displaced anteriorly on her feet. It was clear that my wife was still apprehensive to put down her full weight, but that was ok. I was willing to grant her as much cock -- - or as little -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the glob of her fundament onto her blackguard and back again, she rode me rhythmically. I didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax as I let my sexy wife assume mastery. The sight of her bottom engulfing my erection only to re-emerge was mesmerizing. She took me in a small bit deeper each clip, pacing herself, letting my punishing cinch gradually stretch and slow down her sphincter musculus, and allowing ourselves to savour the wonderful, intimate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me faster, pumping her brawny thighs and scaling almost the total length of my humanness. Though I couldn't see around her dead body, I could secern that she was cupping the undersides of her swollen chest, and rolling her harden nipple between thumb and forefinger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

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

Amanda's breathing became more get to as she started moaning in insurgent interval. Still, save for my hands groping her chest, I remained still and let her set the pace. Her smooth, toned dead body was emanating a considering quantity of heat as she rose and fell on my stiff member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully vertical, backing into me and allowing her hips to fully throw off on my lap.

Amanda emitted a pipe up sidesplitter as her ass swallowed my cock completely.

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a moment I thought the trench penetration might be too for her a great deal to handle. But my married woman remained seated on me. Her anal retentive 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 cause to assoil my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my arms. I held my wife in a crushing embracing even as I felt her insistence herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two powerful magnet attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a prospicient spell, Amanda and I didn't move. We were more than content to feel our warm up naked consistency against each other, and being completely rooted in her arse was a esthesis unlike any early. I could've remained in this view 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 ass forward so that I was now slouched on the lounge with my feet firmly planted on the carpet. Amanda, as a termination, fell gently into a lean back position against my chest. She murmured a quizzical sound, and I whispered instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the lightheaded hint of trepidation, she lifted her base and placed them atop my thighs.

Then, with her implements of war fully extended behind her and on their side of meat of my hip joint, my married woman began slowly sodomizing herself in reverse cowgirl.

I clenched my abdominal muscle muscles and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every aspect of our anal retentive union. She bucked her rose hip smoothly, raising her bottom until her cheat middle was nearly duplicate to the floor, then let them sink. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able to waste every column inch. The tightness of her anatomical sphincter brawn 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 lecherousness matched my own, and I snaked my arms around her consistence to seek out her knocker again. But as my hands squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"caper with my kitty !"

Keeping my left helping hand where it was -- - Amanda's tits were just too irresistible to abandon -- - I slipped my right index and eye finger's breadth into her oral cavity. She sucked and licked them suggestively and, using her own saliva as lubrication, I slipped my finger into her vagina. But the move proved unnecessary as Amanda's trap was already sopping wet.

My hand on my hot wife's perfect tense breasts… my fingers in her fond pussy… my stopcock up her incredible ass… I was, literally, in heaven !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the replete weight of her bottom onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my erection like a control stick, and the dull clump of skin against skin sounded with each shock. I was helpless, and my stopcock was heavily for it.

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

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

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

Christ ! How Amanda could edge me so intensely with simple Word of God ! But she suffered the result by losing control of the situation because I lost control.

I embraced her from behind in a ferocious bear hug, and Amanda yelped in surprise as she was suddenly ineffective to affect. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my mercy -- - as I began to thrust up into her HARD. The impact of our bodies went from a dull thud to a sharper smack with each of my control bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalise sensation of Amanda's naked body against mine, and of her sphincter muscles wrapped so heavenly around my manhood, caused my lust for her to roil over. My pace quickened, and soon I was jackhammering into her pretty ass as if my life depended on it. Amanda's repeated rallying cry of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my primal roar as I pounded into her bottom repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic muscles to sustain the sweetness moment, but to no available."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my married woman."I'm gon na cum !"

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

I thrusted grueling one final fourth dimension and remained rooted in her ass, balls-deep, as my midst, hot spermatozoan spewed into her rectum.

The powerful surge made me feel as though I was falling through the storey, and I rolled my head back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bottom and though that afforded her very little way to steer, she was still capable to squirm on my lap, intent to coax every last drop from me.

When I finally had no more to give, all tensity abruptly left my consistence and I sunk into the lounge with a loud, content suspiration. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in tour, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to view as her stopping point, our chests heaving and our torso steaming from travail.

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

Though my erection was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my wife's anus, the atmospheric pressure from her inner brawn 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 nozzle against the incline of her neck and wondered, for the countless time, how any womanhood could feel so perfect.

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

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