It’s a big ass and we both enjoy it. I slapped it hard enough to make her yelp and leave a red handprint, but she held the tension.
I put one hand on each cheek and started pressing. She held her tension for quite a while, I didn’t exactly put a stopwatch on it, but I just kept leaning, letting gravity and my weight do the work.
She gave up in stages, trying to squeeze back but I kept my weight on and she weakened.
I LOVE anal sex with my wife. First, there’s the look. Her big ass, her cheeks spread, that very smooth circle of skin with that puckered opening that she liked to hold shut as I tried to take her. It made a distinct round ridge. When I guided my glans to touch it, it was very hard too.
But she had me very slick.
I had to push hard and she fought it but in the end, I suddenly entered her, all the way, in one sudden thrust, making her gasp and her fingers dig into the mattress.
Now that I was inside I released her ass and reached up to her shoulders. I hooked my fingers and drug them down her back, deliberately scratching, not drawing blood, but leaving eight parallel red lines that turned white as I watched. Her fingers scrabbled at the mattress and she made a soft “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” sound. I did that three more times, once more vertically and twice horizontally, leaving her back looking like a couple of dozen tic-tac-toe games were ready to be played.
She made that same, soft, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhh” sound with each one.
“Say it,” I said, my fingers digging into the soft saddlebags at her hips.
“I love it,” she said, into the pillow.
“Say it all,” I said, digging deeper, pulling a groan out of her.
“I LOVE IT!” she said, “I love it when you fuck me up the ass.”
I chuckled and patted the ass under discussion and began a rhythm, taking my pleasure.
But giving her pleasure too. Soon her hips were matching my movements, she was pushing back, taking my entire length. “Yes,” she was groaning, with each thrust, and when she came she wet the inside of her thighs.
I pulled out after she came and she squirmed around and took me in her mouth, doing double duty, cleaning, and finishing me.
She’s a good girl.
I kissed her when she squirmed back around to share my pillow while we talked.
“How can any woman,” she said, still a little breathless, “not enjoy that?”
I chuckled and patted her hip. “Dunno,” I said.
We laid our plans then, for what should prove to be a good weekend.