Prologue

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

This is, by no mean, intended to objectify or demean my married woman, but Amanda possesses 3 tangible characteristics -- - in no specific parliamentary law -- - that, in my mortify judgement, place her in the in high spirits echelons of physical beauty.

The first is the flawlessness of her brass and the unmarred texture of her naturally tan skin. I've come to fetishize Amanda's endearing freckle, which is perhaps her aphrodisiacal feature of all, but the way her brown optic always twinkle with deviltry, like there's an inner antic that only she's aware of, is equally mesmerizing. And her smile… it lights up the world more brilliantly than the sun on my disconsolate daylight

Aside from her supermodel-like good aspect, people probably notice Amanda's amazing breast first when she enters the elbow room : 34c… perfect in shape, size, and firmness… perfect in every way ! Amanda's bosom are obviously glorious when fully exposed, but I somehow adore them even more when they're wrapped in a snuggery, sweaty sports bra.

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

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

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

I stared at Amanda in admiration. Her hair covered most of her hindquarters. However, clad in a snug sports bra and yoga gasp that left lilliputian to the imaging, it was difficult not to remark the chiseled muscles of my wife's V-shaped upper body. Her trunk was sculpted as if made of granite, and she was, literally, a model of wellness and fitness. But my optic insidiously drifted downward as they always did when Amanda's back was to me.

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

I stood in the eye of our kitchen and gazed at Amanda vacuously. The mere peck of her bottom, especially in those sexy yoga knickers, made me harder than rhombus. I was so engrossed by its idol that I didn't realize she had shut off the urine until she turned around.

My married woman regarded with me with a bemused manifestation, but I hardly noticed. I went from being mesmerized by her prat to fixating on her beautiful tit and sexy 6-pack abs that rippled impressively with the thin drive."Are you staring at my ass again, sister ?"Ironically, she was only joking.

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

Amanda threw a dishrag that narrowly missed my headspring."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 coxa, and spun her around. Driving my crotch into her tail, I playfully pinned Amanda to the kitchen sink. My burgeoning erecting pressed into the crease 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 fogginess of her hair… even her sweaty sweetness 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 exhibit you how crazy your ass is making me,"I breathed in her ear.

Amanda purred,"I can recount. Maybe we should go forward this discussion in the shower."Normally, that would've sounded perfect because some of the best sex that we ever experienced had taken place there.

But I required instant gratification.

"I can't wait,"I confessed in a pained tone."I'm so fucking hot for you that I need you veracious now."Amanda's luscious bottom had me so sex-crazed that I spoke my next 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 off-the-wall, there wasn't anything that she wasn't uncoerced to try at least once. We often watched smut together, dabbled with sex toy, and even practiced light thralldom while taking spell 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 opening. To put it succinctly, she would not fetch up my cock sucking by swallowing or allowing me to jack off near her typeface. I never pushed the issuing. After all, oral sex was already an confidant act that required a cracking 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 floor. Unfortunately, her 2nd sexual censure was anal retentive sex. Each time I would bring it up or even hedge around the topic, my wife would scrunch up her poke and immediately end the discussion with a resounding"No !"

But the Sir Thomas More Amanda denied me anal retentive sex, the Thomas More I craved it. Her ass was so absurdly perfect that sodomizing it became an fixation. Sure, traditional vaginal sex, as well as viva voce sex, with my wife was as incredible as ever, but every meter she was defenseless or simply walked by, I couldn't help but dream about poking her in the butt.

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

hoot 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 voice trailed off as I lifted my workforce imploringly.

Amanda rolled her centre with a expression of immense disgust that almost killed the mode and shriveled my engorged penis to its archetype size.

Almost.

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

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

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

"Christ, Mandy. Are you going to cause me get on my human knee and beg ? Because I will."

Amanda was amused by my pitiful despair but, without even realizing it, was gently grinding her bottom against my crotch. I was so aroused that my member was upright in my trouser, and its undersurface was pinned along her perpendicular crease. I began to change over my physical structure against hers, too, essentially dry-humping her butt.

I emitted a protracted groan."Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk….that feeling SO good…."

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

"return off the leggings,"I whispered."I want to pretend have intercourse to you in good order now."

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

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

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

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

"OH….FUCK !"

A muscular climax surged between my legs as I dry-humped my wife's ass. I was howling and pumping wildly, and my weapon system automatically snaked around her body. A lesser char wouldn't have tolerated how harshly I squeezed her breasts, but my married woman merely cackled as I used her integral body to pleasure myself.

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

"This isn't queer !"

"Are you complaining ?"she asked me pointedly.

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

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

My erection instantaneously returned.

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A week later, Amanda and I were getting make for a dinner party day of the month with my best supporter Dimitri and his new girlfriend Kate, whom we'd be meeting for the first clip. Dimitri was as love to my wife as he was to me, so we both wanted to make a salutary effect on Kate for his interest. I was in our walk-in wardrobe searching for a nice shirt when Amanda entered.

"How do I look ?"she asked casually.

I turned around and, naturally, my breathing space caught in my throat.

Amanda was wearing a slinky bootleg mini-dress. Composed of a very soft and stretchy fabric, the mini-dress was so slight and form-fitting that that it was like another stratum of skin. It was strapless and sleeveless with an extremely low neckline that screamed aid to Amanda's fulgurant cleavage. The bottom of the minidress barely reached halfway down her second joint, showing off am usurious total of her fabulously toned moon curser's leg. Combined with the stiletto heel that Amanda was wearing, the turnout made her branch appear obscenely long.

Despite Amanda's miscellany of sexiness, I was once again enthralled by her unbelievable ass. The way the minidress swaddled it so snuggly like plastic wrap was like a herculean attraction that I could not tear my centre 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 of action. I had purchased it for a surprise dinner engagement [ refers to"Mandy's Sexcapade : Pantyless & Proud"]. Now, 1 child and a few years later, my wife somehow appeared insanely hotter wearing it now compared to the maiden time.

"Still fits,"she declared proudly while studying her profile in a uncut mirror.

Motherhood did not destroy my wife's form in the least bit. She was clearly getting better with time, just like fine vino. 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 experience ugly and inadequate when she sees you in that dress."

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

It was both a approving and a condemnation for a woman to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda's humility was endearing. Along with her intelligence, wry signified of sense of humour, and overall charm, it easily outshined her forcible attribute, which was why I loved her so dearly.

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

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

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

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

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

My wife stepped to the bathroom sump and promptly leaned over it. With her face inch from the mirror and her speed half parallel of latitude to the floor, Amanda waggled her bottom seductively. As if her invitation wasn't clear enough, she reached back with one had to circulate 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 rampantly animals succumbing to their primal pauperization. Gripping my erection like a sword, I playfully slapped her ass with it and rubbed it along her upright crease.

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

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

Amanda and I had 3 particular 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 catch sight of her knit hole as I glanced down.

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

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

It was as if Amanda suddenly suffered an galvanising jounce. Her head and pricker instantly arched backwards and she gasped loudly. Furthermore, the entrance of her anus reflexively constricted. I couldn't believe that my fingertip had elicited such a dramatic chemical reaction !

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

To my furthermost disbelief, she nodded !

I instantly slid out of her slit and exhilaration filled my mentation as I brought the tip of my erecting to Amanda's anus.

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

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

Goddamn, she's got a sloshed ass !

Undaunted, I pushed harder, gritting my dentition as I was barely able to fit my bulbous header in halfway. It wasn't that my erection was a beastly sizing ; rather, Amanda's anus was spasming so uncontrollably now that it was getting even tight. But the sight of my tool partially buried in her ass so visually induce -- -- there mere fact that I was finally having anal sex with my married woman so thrilling -- - that it was worth the physical discomfort.

So I forced my humanness a fourth part of the way in.

Amanda's grammatical construction quickly changed from collar to outright excruciation, but I was so engrossed in my own selfishness that I didn't observance it until she screamed.

"Babe, you're hurting me !"

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

My wife bore a painful reflexion, one that I had never seen before and tore at my ticker, as she pulled her clothes 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 unsounded, unsure of what to do, suddenly loathing myself for hurting the charwoman whom I loved more than sprightliness itself. Amanda limped slightly as she paced back and forth to walk off the lingering discomfort. She continued to pitch 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 formula as I followed her to the service department. Her deportment also softened, and she was back to her bubbly, blabbermouthed self by the meter we were on the road. But she noticeably didn't bring up our 1st attack at anal sex for the remainder of the night.

I felt like such a horrible husband.

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An odd, conciliate shaking woke me early the adjacent sunrise. It was Billy Sunday -- - my day to catch some Z's in. Somewhat annoyed, I rolled onto my position and tried to descend back asleep.

Then the aristocratical shaking happened again.

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

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

I asked glibly,"beneficial record book ya got there ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When you tried to nose me in the butt before we went to pay heed out with Dimitri and Kate."

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

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

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

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

"Like the I in the porno telecasting that we watched the former day."

Amanda let that pass."Anal drop can be less painful than finger,"she continued in a scholarly pure tone that was endearing and absolutely lovely,"since you can inflect the sum of money of stretchability with the size of the beadwork. And we definitely should've used lubricant yesterday, too !"

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

Her formulation was cherubic."I'm reading about it in my romanticism novel."I was about to utter a gross comment when she continued animatedly,"I have to be honest, babe. It actually felt dependable when you were in… there… at first."My eyes widened."But then I got kind of scared,"she confessed,"and it started to wound, and I felt like I was losing controller of my body and that everything inside was going to pullulate out. I know, TMI, right ?"Before I could even respond, Amanda became much more than low-keyed and added,"Not to fathom ever more disgusting, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can help to inhibit those reflex before anal insight. If you do it the right wing way."She paused to let that drop down in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the sum 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 debauch sort of way."Yea ? So that's what you've been reading in your smut Romance language novels, eh ?"

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

Our conversation had me heavily as a rock, and even though I was smart sufficiency to substantiate that we weren't going to attempt anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very least, going to luxuriate in some very incredible morning sex. But Amanda glanced at the fourth dimension and exclaimed,"Omigod ! I'm going to be late."It was early Sunday aurora, which meant it was sentence for her to meet with her training group for another 10 mile run in the mound.

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

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stunning grinning. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert t-shirts as a nightie, and zero else relieve for a pair of pink panties. They were cut in the"boyshort"style, which complemented her gymnastic frame and hugged the curves of her stern perfectly. almost womanhood who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's cancel beauty maiden affair in the morning.

"Tempting,"she responded impudently,"but running the track with my squad gives me a advantageously exercising than you do in bed !"

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her airstrip naked and don her running attire : a snug sportsman bra and sozzled leggings, an kit that would undoubtedly have anyone within a 100ft radius to stare at her and drool. My wife tied her hairsbreadth into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the backtalk, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to meet her training group.

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

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

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

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

Next time ?

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

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

Weeks later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary sports bra and legging again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over fourth dimension. While we normally spent about 2 hr here, we usually separated to go after our own goals. I concentrated more on speed body strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on lower organic structure and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest press auto, but Amanda was just approaching the"Roman chairperson ”, much to my delight. She placed her electric cell telephone and water bottleful on the entangle floor. After climbing in, my married woman aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the solid ground with her back heterosexual person and arms crossed in an"X"over her ample chest. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a perfect upper side"V"before extending back to her original position. This particular workout targeted her low dorsum and gluteal muscles… and also gave me an unimpeded view of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

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

The"roman letters chair"was stationed at the movement of the gym in clear view. I humorously wondered if its strategic location had been on aim as I ceased my employment to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me backbreaking, and I almost didn't precaution 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 subject matter, she responded without turning back to me : undecomposed. Because I have a surprise for you later ! LOL !

Oh, how my wife loved to bug ! 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 point them admission ? Shit, the dude 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 cubicle headphone back onto the floor.

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

Nor did the eyes of the legion men around me.

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

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her hair. Lathering my mitt with a bar of soap, I pressed my genitalia into her arse as I reached around to lather her engorged tits. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely strong, but were too slippery as I tried to thrust them hard… which only fanned my crave even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained silent and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the intact straw man of her body with suds, working from her illustrious breast and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridge of her abdominal brawniness with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth curve ball of her hip and the firmness of her muscular second joint. I then traced back around and detect my bridge player 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 medallion all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the rest of her body and, literally, resembled a work of art as the glistening body of water flowed over it. ineffectual to assist myself, I pinned the underside of my rock-hard erection along her vertical crease.

I brought my brim 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 flap her bottom against my crotch in a very animal, induce way."I remember,"she answered quietly."You were so unvoiced for me…"

"Just like I am now."I started to meet her motility 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 sleeping room, but my married woman was often willing to be much more debase here in the rain shower. Save for under the bright sun and elucidate blue sky, there was no other place where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, there was just something very hardheaded about being able to scavenge up immediately after making a filthy mess !

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's delectable ass after using it to she-bop, I suddenly recalled the input she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curio was obvious ; clearly, she wanted to feel it. And while I wanted to keep our sex life fresh, more than anything I just wanted to make my howling married woman happy.

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

My wife loved dirty sex lecture, so I didn't hold back."I'm going to kiss that moderately ass of yours, then I'm going to lick your arse before I shove my glossa in it."

Amanda started to turn over 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 pretty ass of yours… then I'm going to work out your bastard before I shove my tongue in it."

Amanda's puckered maw 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 hullabaloo. My mouth watered.

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

"Omigod…"she breathed.

To be good, I had to fight back some initial revulsion as the tip of my tongue made inter-group communication with Amanda's backdoor entrance. The mere thought of rimming somebody, even my wife, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no abhorrence. In fact, her ass tasted the Same as her sass or her pussy.

dessert and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a little crazed from adrenaline, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my case between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a banquet. Amanda's total 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 moments ago by pulling away, now she did the Sami to me."Let's go to the sleeping room,"she insisted.

I shook my principal emphatically ; I was having too a lot fun to terminate and relocate.

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

How could I possibly reason ? I quickly jumped out of the shower and retrieved a towel before Amanda shut the piss 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 hindquarters presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpet and buried my face into her bum again. My thirstiness returned instantly.

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

My response was a dull murmur into her nether region.

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

shit, she really IS into it !

I happily pounced onto the bed next to my wife. But I didn't immediately finger her anus. Instead, I caught her off guard duty 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 middle in answer. As seat undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 fingers into her cunning pussy.

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

Keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger of my other deal into my mouth to wet it. Amanda's center were closed and the incline of her passably face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening dactyl into her ass. Her stallion body trembled and her sphincter muscles contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6th skunk told me to hold. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid rise and falling of her articulatio humeri. Her interior muscles clenched around my fingers like some kind of raunchy Chinese fingerbreadth yap, but gradually relaxed as did her external respiration. Taking this as a mansion, I began sliding my fingers in and out of both holes in an alternate apparent motion, thrifty to hold open a steady but blue rhythm.

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

I nimbly attempted to slide my middle fingerbreadth into her anus along with my index finger. But my wife was still compressed in her back door in stark demarcation to her pussy, which was so wet and light that I could've driven a truck into it ! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my midsection 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 gob, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottleful of personal lubricant and a set of anal bead ! Shaped like a brand, the sex toy was lavender in color and composed entirely of flexible silicone. The low gear drop was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly adult until they culminated into a orotund ring-handle that was intended to ward against injury from over-penetration.

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

I immediately withdrew from her vagina and anus to slather the anal beads with lube. My heart was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the countless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge footfall for her… for us. I pressed the tip to her bring up 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 body adjust. When she didn't react negatively, I began gliding them in and out of her anus. Gradually -- - and very slowly -- - I penetrated more deeply until she was able to comfortably accommodate about one-half of the sword-shaped sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained control of her soundbox and of the situation."Right there, babe… correct there."

I went no advance than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beads rubbed against her sphincter walls and stretched her back doorway. Once I had established her ease geographical zone, I reached under to touch my wife… to massage her engorged clit… to trace my fingertips along the ridge of her inspiring 6-pack… to play with her swollen white meat and tweak her nipples as her magnificent breasts dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her… mouth, kitty-cat, 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 have. My free hand shifted from her firm breasts back to her kitty-cat again as I continued to slide the anal beadwork in her anus. I could fit almost my intact clenched fist into my wife's snatch on a typical day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a furious competition with the sex toy for space in her organic structure !

But the rivalry didn't hold out long.

I plunged my digits and anal beading into both pickle respective more meter 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 antonym hand. Grinning, I scooted following to my wife and playfully nuzzle my nose at the cornerstone of her cervix. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to consider me solemnly that I noticed the huge wet berth on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way !

Amanda shifted onto her face as I lay adjacent to her and embraced her from buns. In a spoon view that was so unbelievably comfortable, her steadfast button pressed into my genitalia. I savored the warm touch of her body against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the woman whom I loved more than anything in the world, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

We basked in that soothing country between sleep and wakefulness for a spell until Amanda snapped me across-the-board awake with a susurration :"I'm ready to try it again."

At get-go, 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 bosom 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 fiddling nervous. But I think I'm quick this time."

I repeated her statement in my intellect. I'm still a little flighty. But I think I'm ready this fourth dimension.

She did not voice ready.

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

"I wouldn't say that I hated it, babe,"Amanda conceded."I will admit that we weren't prepared, but we know better now. Using the string of beads and your finger's breadth back there stretched me without bother, and rimming definitely relaxed my muscles."It was endearing how she spoke about anal play in such a clinical tincture."I feel like I have controller of my body now."She looked at me concentrated."This time, I'm ready."

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

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you."I shook my drumhead without any ruefulness."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 stroking."You've never be capable to say ‘ no'to be before, and I don't want you to part getting in the habit !"

The instant of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our forehead together in another sign of unyielding love."Mandy, are you really trusted about this ? I don't want to offend you again, and I sure as hell don't want you to hate me."

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

Amanda slowly reassumed her prostrated stead with a feline gracefulness. Taking the nursing bottle of personal lubricator, I scooted behind where her incomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to give her right cheek an affectionate kiss and then a light, playful slap. 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 exorbitant measure 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 slide 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 prevision, she didn't appear to be in any hurt, nor was I caught up in a blind, sex-crazed lust like previously.

Gripping my erection at its base, I delicately eased into my married woman's underside, gliding myself in a bit promote and mindful of any discomfort on her part. Amanda remained still, but I heard her breathing in a steady cycle to keep her dead body unlax. 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 fiddling more."

The slow friction against Amanda's rectal walls was incomprehensibly recherche, and I couldn't believe that anal sex could feel so perplex. It was comparable experiencing traditional vaginal sex with my wife or making love to her throat. I glided my unloosen hired hand all over her tail end and lower back. sort of than pierce hard or get-up-and-go, I leaned in carefully, and slipped my tool halfway into my Amanda's anus.

The sense experience of it all was so stimulating that I lolled my brain back and moaned.

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

Guided by Amanda's forcible and verbal reactions, I progressively ramped up the tread. I was still measured not to penetrate too deeply or pierce too fast, but I was so fervent in my drift that I quickly worked up as elbow grease. Her smashed sphincter muscles gradually relaxed, and seeing my humanity buried in her ass, even if it was only halfway, made the fantastic sensations even better.

After only 15 indorsement, 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 study my thinker and understood that I was seeking direction on where to bank my load."Pull out,"she instructed."I want to feel you all over my ass !"

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

Her unbelievable ass glistened with my semen.

Amanda rolled onto her back, reached up, and pulled me onto her in a fierce hug. We held each other close and didn't speak for a long meter. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex life-time 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 mixture -- - vaginal and viva voce -- - in the days 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 married woman had already done more for me than any husband could rightfully expect, and I didn't couldn't ask for anything more. If Amanda wanted to experience anal sex again, she would ask ; if not, our love wouldn't be any worse for the lack of it.

Approximately 2 weeks later, Amanda and I decided to go out for a fantasy day of the month Nox in gist urban center. She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn't that my wife didn't have any other dainty clothes to fatigue. While Amanda genuinely liked the minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how practically I enjoyed seeing her wear it.

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

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

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

My wife snorted in amusement but didn't respond.

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When we finally arrived at our destination, I pulled into the crowded parking garage and took the first gear available daub. Jumping out of our SUV, I circled around to open the passenger door and add Amanda a bridge player. She took it and exited awkwardly without her common grace.

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

I was growing concerned, but my wife's face rent into a risque grin as she glanced about. Then, to my furthest astonishment, Amanda pulled the bottom of the minidress up over her midriff. As common, she wasn't wearing panties with the getup, so that didn't surprise me.

But what did surprise me was the dingy 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 certain that there was no one else around, she reached towards her bottom. But what she extricated wasn't just a blueness jewel. My married woman held up a small, glazed, bullet-shaped aim that had a short narrow neck and a flat, round understructure to which the faux sapphire was attached.

A bottom stopper !

I gaped at my wife.

"What ?"Amanda asked as if pulling an inanimate object from one's ass was an casual happening."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, unable to utter my mentation, as my wife continued to grin at me in amusement."Good Jehovah, Mandy !"I blurted in a muffle tone."How can you even fit that thing in your ass ? I mean, doesn't it hurt ?"

Amanda threw her head back and laughed, and the musical strait echoed in the parking garage so loudly that someone was bound to get word."I've been wearing it since Monday,"she confessed.

"What !"

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

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

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

We suddenly heard step and voices.

Amanda quickly reinserted the butt hoopla with a surprising simplicity and lowered the minidress over her can once more. Everything was abruptly back to normal as she smoothed out the cloth and took my arm."Come on, infant. We don't want to be late to our dinner reservation."

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

"What ?"

"Oh nix. I'm just admiring your cute freckles… and thinking about the tail end 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 from an flowery crystal goblet, she dabbed her blood red back talk with a serviette and casually tossed it onto the floor."Babe, would you be a heartfelt and pick that up for me ?"She asked innocently while batting her long eyelashes.

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

"Of course."As I reached down to retrieve the napkin, Amanda surreptitiously spread her legs wide beneath the table. The minidress normally rode dangerously heights on her long legs, anyway, but a quick glimpse was all I needed to pick out that her snatch was unornamented and smooth… exactly the way I liked it.

I picked up her napkin and returned it without comment.

We enjoyed an incredible meal and maintained a everyday conversation throughout the night. But the thoughts of my wife's long aphrodisiacal branch, quiet pussy, and, most predominantly, her incredible ass that presently housed a butt plug proved to be a John Major distraction, as did the painful erection in my pants that screamed for attention.

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

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

"God, I want to puzzle my tool 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 married woman and her hot ass."nooky,"I swore."springiness me a sec to get the lube."

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

I was like a dog in heat, craving to boom Amanda in the butt and depend on her bow-wow style again. But her felicity 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 lounge with a force that was derived as much from physical metier as it was from impatience. She regarded me with a smoldering volume and informed me quietly,"I have all the lubrication we need."

Amanda dropped to her knees and forced my knees apart.

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

The cock sucking was unlike any my wife had ever given me before. Aggressive, and on the verge of being outright violent, it was loud, wet, and extremely waterlogged. She slurped vigorously as a thick spit seeped from her rima oris and down her Kuki to coat my binge phallus.

Lubrication, indeed !

When Amanda rose, I expected that she'd bend over the couch so I could bring her from behind. But she turned, facing away from me, while reaching behind to hold on my erecting and align it with her anus. Then assuming a"skier's spatial relation ”, Amanda gently pressed her bottom against my penile tip and hovered there for a moment to measure my response.

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

I placed my hands on my Amanda's rose hip to guide her movements. There was a brief searing pain as I pierced her anal incoming, but it quickly passed as she smoothly lowered herself halfway. There was a be intimate quality to my wife's trend despite the fact that many people would consider our act"dirty"in every good sense of the word.

With my palms still on Amanda's articulatio coxae, I slowly pulled her onto me, deliberate not to jerk her off balance and keeping a ending eye on her response, as well. But her only response was to sigh contently as she sank lower and broken onto me. I opened my legs wide as my wife fit perfectly between them even as she kept her second joint pressed together.

"Omigod,"Amanda breathed once I was almost completely rooted inside of her. She was still leaning forward with a good deal of her weightiness displaced anteriorly on her feet. It was authorise that my married woman was still discerning to drop her full system of weights, but that was ok. I was willing to give her as lots cock -- - or as little -- - as she wanted.

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

Amanda answered me with a purr. Rocking from the balls of her animal 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 wife take over control. The sight of her bottom engulfing my erection only to reappear was soporific. She took me in a short bit deeper each time, pacing herself, letting my hard girth gradually stretchiness and relax her sphincter muscle, and allowing ourselves to savour the wonderful, adumbrate friction.

Amanda soon started riding me dissolute, pumping her muscular thigh and scaling almost the entire length of my humanness. Though I couldn't see around her body, I could tell that she was cupping the bottom of her conceited chest, and rolling her harden nipples between quarter round and forefinger to pleasure herself further. Hungrily, I batted her hands away and replaced them with my own.

It was the C. H. Best of both worlds : being rooted in my married woman's beautiful ass and fondling her equally dainty breasts.

Amanda's breathing became more dress down as she started moaning in irregular separation. Still, save for my men groping her thorax, I remained still and let her set the pace. Her smooth, toned soundbox was emanating a considering amount of estrus as she rose and fell on my stiff member. Then, without warning, Amanda sat fully upright, backing into me and allowing her hips to fully drop on my lap.

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

She trembled and exhaled sharply, and for a minute I thought the rich penetration might be too for her practically to care. But my wife remained seated on me. Her anal muscles were contracting around my penis uncontrollably, but it gradually subsided as Amanda started breathing Thomas More steadily. But rather than thrust my hips in an effort to discharge my cum as all men are hardwired to do, I encircled her with my arms. I held my wife in a crushing embracement even as I felt her press herself into my lap more firmly. It was as if we were two powerful attracter attracted to each other.

We were one.

For a farsighted spell, Amanda and I didn't movement. We were more than capacity to feel our affectionate naked bodies against each other, and being completely rooted in her bottom was a sensation unlike any other. I could've remained in this lieu 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 tail end forward so that I was now slouched on the couch with my feet firmly planted on the carpet. Amanda, as a upshot, fell gently into a recline position against my chest. She murmured a questioning sound, and I whispered book of instructions into her ear. Nodding with only the faintest wind of trepidation, she lifted her feet and placed them atop my thigh.

Then, with her weapons system fully extended behind her and on their position of my pelvic arch, my married woman began slowly sodomizing herself in reverse cowgirl.

I clenched my abdominal sinew and remained perfectly still as Amanda controlled every look of our anal retentive uniting. She bucked her hips smoothly, raising her arse until her well-defined midsection was nearly parallel to the flooring, then let them sink. Like before, she gradually worked my cock into her anus until it was able to consume every column inch. The tightness of her sphincter muscles felt superb, comparable to the best cock sucking, 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 weapons system around her body to essay out her chest again. But as my hands squeezed and mashed them together, Amanda commanded hoarsely,"free rein with my pussy !"

Keeping my left hand where it was -- - Amanda's boob were just too resistless to abandon -- - I slipped my right index and midriff 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 trap was already sopping wet.

My script on my hot wife's perfect breasts… my digit in her warm pussy… my dick up her incredible ass… I was, literally, in paradise !

Amanda pumped me more rabidly. She was slamming the full moon weight of her bottom onto me when she wasn't grinding against my lap and playing my erection like a joystick, and the softened thud of tegument against cutis sounded with each impact. I was helpless, and my cock was tough for it.

But, as usual, I could never stave off orgasm for long whenever I was naked with my beautiful wife. 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 broad load into her rectum.

But it needed to be on her terms.

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

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

Christ ! How Amanda could edge me so intensely with mere words ! But she suffered the event 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 unable to locomote. She realized that she was at my mercy -- - more specifically, her ass was at my clemency -- - as I began to thrust up into her HARD. The impact of our trunk went from a leaden thumping to a penetrating hell dust with each of my contain bursts.

I commenced in at a medium paced, but the tantalizing sensation of Amanda's naked dead body against mine, and of her anatomical sphincter muscles wrapped so heavenly around my humanness, 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 cries of"Oh god ! Oh god !"drowned out my aboriginal roar as I pounded into her bottom repeatedly with all the force I could muster.

I tightened my pelvic brawniness to extend the Sweet moment, but to no available."I'm gon na cum,"I warned my wife."I'm gon na cum !"

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

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

The powerful surge made me finger as though I was falling through the storey, and I rolled my nous back and howled. My crotched was compressed against Amanda's bottom and though that afforded her very niggling room to maneuver, she was still able to twist on my lap, intent to palaver every last driblet from me.

When I finally had no more to throw, all stress abruptly left my physical structure and I sunk into the couch with a loud, substance sigh. Amanda giggled proudly as she, in bit, relaxed and lay against me. But I continued to hold her closely, our dresser heaving and our organic structure steaming from exertion.

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

Though my erecting was rapidly dissipating, I remained rooted in my wife's anus, the pressure from her privileged 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 neck and wondered, for the countless time, how any woman could feel so perfect.

Amanda and I didn't dabble in anal retentive sex again for a long time. Though she came to revel it as much 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 dear to my wife's ass was so wonderful !