An adult stories – Mandy’s Sexcapade: (B)Rimming with Love by Syzoth,Syzoth Author’s note:
Mandy’s Sexcapade is a nonlinear addendum to the “Sharing My Wife Amanda” series. However, like all other stories in this anthology, “(B)Rimming With Love” can be read as a standalone story.
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“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
The “Golden Rule”
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PROLOGUE
I adore my wife.
In my humble opinion, Amanda is the epitome of perfection. Standing at 5’6, her long black silky hair flows to her hips, and smells like freshly-cut flowers. Yoga, regular workouts at the gym, and running 10+ miles every week may have bestowed onto Amanda an athletic physique, including thighs and an upper torso that are V-shaped, toned arms, and a chiseled midsection, yet none of those attributes detract from her overtly feminine curves. My wife’s brown, slightly almond-shaped eyes give her a decidedly exotic countenance, and always seemed to be twinkling with some sort of naughtiness or inside joke that only she is aware of.
Amanda’s physical beauty is unmatched but, somehow, it’s secondary to her intelligence, witty sense of humor, and, most notably, her compassion.
You’d be more likely to find my wife volunteering at the local animal shelter or soup kitchen than partying late at night.
These qualities are the reason why I adore Amanda. It’s not an exaggeration or an understatement for me to declare that I love my wife more than life itself. She represents something beyond love and perfection that is impossible to put into words.
But I’m a simple man, if not a typical one; I think with two heads, and often NOT with the correct one! When I first laid eyes on my future wife, her intangible qualities, though obvious now, weren’t initially apparent. Instead, I first noticed what any man would’ve.
Amanda’s face, that of an angel, and unsurpassed in its beauty.
Her ungodly perfect 34C tits.
And, of course, her incredible ass.
My god, her incredible, mouthwatering ass…
I could spend an eternity trying to decide which of those 3 is Amanda’s best physical attribute, but I’ve developed an obsession for her ass. An obsession where I think of it constantly. And when I say “obsession”, I don’t mean simply admiring my wife’s ass from afar.
I mean touching it… squeezing it when we hug or spanking it during those playful moments when we’re naked in bed.
Making love to her ass.
Rimming Amanda, which I have never done before; tasting her anus… tasting her.
My anal obsession began some time ago when I was making love to Amanda doggystyle. It felt like heaven being inside her pussy, but my eyes were glued to her ass. My palms swept over her rear cheeks lovingly as I thrusted. Amanda was astute and, though she couldn’t see me, knew where my attention was.
Even then, I was unabashedly reminding Amanda of my fixation for her ass every day!
But on that fateful day, Amanda did something that began to change the trajectory of our sex life and, more importantly, our love.
She invited me to pull out and cum all over her ass.
I moaned elatedly to the heavens as I obliged.
I can still recall the sight of my thick cum showering Amanda, ropes and ropes of milky whiteness splashing onto her bottom with loud “splats”, her bottom resembling a work of art after I was finished painting it.
I wanted more; I needed more.
I didn’t simply long to make love to my wife’s ass.
I longed to kiss and taste it… to rim her for a very long, long time.
Amanda has been sexually adventuresome since our very first date, but while sex and blowjobs have luckily been a regularity, anal sex, at first, was not. I often begged for it, but with the exception of special occasions like Christmas or my birthday, Amanda denied me each time. It wasn’t until we were married for years when she finally allowed anal sex.
The sensation of Amanda’s sphincter muscles wrapped around my cock is as incredible as being in her mouth or vagina. It’s something that I can never get enough of. Even now, after almost a decade of marriage, I can only count on less than 2 hands how many times I’ve been able to bury my cock in her anus.
Amanda is well aware of my constant craving for her ass, and holds it over me like an adult teasing a child with candy.
Now, as I’ve indicated, Amanda is a workout fiend. The local gym is her like her 2nd home. If she’s not there on a machine or lifting weights, then my wife is on a treadmill working on her cardio and sculpting her ass. Amanda looks as sensational as to be expected when wearing a little black dress that’s so skimpy that it may as well be another layer of skin, but I stand firm when I declare that she looks her best, sexiest, and most devastating while garbed in sweaty workout clothes.
Specifically, in her form-fitting sports bras and yoga pants.
I can only imagine the lustful gazes Amanda receives at the gym, her scantily clad athletic body the stuff that wet dreams are made of.
Her breasts may be perfect in shape and size, but it’s the way Amanda’s yoga pants cling her bottom that truly drives me crazy. The snugness of those yoga pants accentuates her deep crease, and makes it evident that she’s is not wearing any underwear. One could even say that as I’ve developed an affinity for Amanda’s yoga pants, too!
No, fetish would be a more accurate.
Amanda is a heavenly vision when she’s glammed up in a little black dress or stripped down to sexy lingerie, but nothing makes me want to ravish my wife more than watching her getting dressed for the gym.
And it just so happens that’s where Amanda is going right now…
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I hooked one arm around Amanda’s waist as she tried to leave. She was heading to the gym clad in a purple sports and black yoga pants which, unsurprisingly, induced my immediate erection. I pressed into my wife from behind, and rubbed my crotch against her bottom.
I wanted to know how hot I was for her; I wanted her to feel it.
I inhaled deeply. Amanda smelled fresh and clean. “You actually showered before going to the gym?” I asked in amusement.
Amanda feigned nonchalance as she shrugged. “Yea. So?” I nuzzled her neck, causing her to squeal, “Hey, that tickles!”
My wife’s entire body was toned like her ass and her intoxicating scent was like a pheromone. It was irresistible and left me wanting. “Stay home,” I begged.
This time, Amanda couldn’t keep the slyness from her voice. “And why would I do that?”
“You know why.” For emphasis, I pressed my burgeoning erection into her again, and was prepared to dry-hump her ass.
She chortled, “Desperate!”
“Your fault,” I deadpanned.
“I’m supposed to meet the girls in 30 minutes for a spin class.”
“Stay home, and I’ll give you a workout myself.”
“Whatever.”
“I’ll do anything you want. I’ll even do all the work this time.”
My desperation made Amanda both proud and amused. She pretended to consider my offer. “I suppose that I can tell them that I’ll be a few minutes late…”
That was all I needed to hear. Without warning, I lunged toward my wife and slung her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Then, too impatient to climb the stairs to our bedroom, I hauled the love of my life towards the living room as she laughed uproariously.
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I gently set Amanda on the couch, pinned her down with the weight of my body, and was smothering her with kisses a millisecond later. The fervor of her response equaled mine, and my voice was thick with emotion as I declared, “I love you so much.”
We were still kissing, but I could feel Amanda smiling into my lips.
I ogled her voluptuous form poorly hidden beneath her tight sexy outfit. “I can’t keep my hands off you when you wear that sports bra and yoga pants.”
“And I can’t ever go to the gym without you practically raping me!” The humor in her tone barely outweighed the exasperation.
“Tell me what I can do to make it up to you.”
Amanda threw me a knowing look, and her tone was sultry. “You know what to do.”
We grinned at each other. “Yes, ma’am.”
I kissed my wife again before I slid down onto the carpet. Crouching before her, I seized the waistband of Amanda’s yoga pants, and carefully peeled them down her long runner’s legs. I did not remove them completely, but left them bunched at her ankles. Immediately, my nostrils were greeted by the familiar scent of my wife’s sex. Amanda wasn’t wearing underwear, of course, and her vagina was peering at me like the familiar friend that it was. And just like her beautiful face, tits, and ass, Amanda’s silky-smooth slit was symmetrical and perfectly formed.
Her clitoris was already protruding from its hood, indicating her state of arousal.
I leaned down and sniffed her hole. “You smell so good,” I whispered. Amanda didn’t respond, but continued to regard me intently.
Then I gave her pussy a slow and heavy upward lick.
A content sigh sounded. “Ahhh…”
“You taste so good, too.” Without any bidding, I smeared my face into her pussy, and began lapping it like a loyal dog.
“Omigod, babe. I love it when you do that.”
My heart soared. Nothing made me happier than pleasing my wife. Other than her laughter, there was no sweeter sound than hearing her express that type of satisfaction.
Spurred by that affirmation, I began eating Amanda’s pussy enthusiastically.
And as I delved deeper with my tongue, Amanda’s powerful thighs clamped around my head like a vise. It wasn’t hard enough to cause any discomfort, and I still retained freedom of movement. But the pretense of control was apparent.
We were playing our game, and it was making me very excited, as usual.
My face was still buried between my wife’s thigh’s when I reached up blindly to grope her breasts. In my wild lust, I squeezed them harshly, and a lesser woman would’ve winced or articulated pain, but not Amanda. She merely pulled off her sports bra and tossed it aside.
I wanted to pleasure every inch of Amanda’s sexy body. I wanted to touch and lick her all over. I wanted my wife to experience pleasure everywhere.
I was still playing with her tits when Amanda began slowly grinding her pussy against me. I met her determination by pressing my face in even more firmly. Amanda’s excitement was peaking like mine, so she yanked off her yoga pants and threw it next to her sports bra.
She shined in her naked glory.
Grabbing my wife’s ankles, I stretched her legs as if pulling a wishbone apart. My tongue dangled from my mouth like wolf as Amanda’s pussy yawned before me. I had seen it up close many times, but it appeared so slick and engorged like never before!
Without warning, I slipped 3 fingers in.
“Yes,” my wife gushed breathlessly.
I kissed Amanda’s clit, then slowly sucked and flicked my tongue over it while sawing gently into her hole. An occasional moan interrupted her ragged breathing, and the way the corner of her lips curved into a smile indicated that she approved what I was doing. Amanda wanted more, and I wanted to give her SO much more.
Carefully, I inserted another finger.
“Oh god,” she murmured.
Time seemed to stop as I pleasured Amanda with my mouth and digits.
Her pussy was so loose and wet that it practically engulfed my entire hand.
The juices that flowed from Amanda was thick and metallic, but tasted like nectar from the heavens.
However, as I was eying Amanda’s pussy, my eyes drifted downward to her other hole. Immediately, I was spellbound. The puckered opening appeared tiny compared to my wife’s pussy, and looked extremely tight. But the mere sight of Amanda’s anus was hypnotic, and I couldn’t resist.
I disengaged from Amanda’s vagina and, using the wetness that coated my index finger, began lightly tracing the rim to her backdoor.
My wife had been regarding me intently, suspecting… no, knowing… what was on my mind, but still trembled at my feathery touch.
I hesitated; that last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. “Can I keep going?” I asked quietly.
To my delight, Amanda nodded. “Slowly… gently.” I continued swirling my fingertip around her anal rim with great care. “Mmm… that feels good.”
“It’s so hot hearing you say that.”
I spoke the truth. It had been a long time since my wife allowed me to play with her ass, and the fact that she was enjoying it provided me the greatest pleasure of all. I continued, but closely monitored her reactions for any signs of discomfort.
I traced Amanda’s backdoor one more time before delicately sliding my finger in. I had barely penetrated past my fingernail when my wife trembled. This was her body’s typical reaction to anal penetration, no matter how slight, and my initial response was to withdraw. But her sphincter muscles reflexively clenched around my digit like a Chinese finger trap, keeping my finger lodged inside, and I realized, somewhat humorously, that my wife’s ass was truly as tight as it looked!
Eventually, however, the muscles relaxed, I began sliding my finger out.
Suddenly, Amanda grabbed my hand. She moved so quickly that it was a blur, and I regarded her questioningly. Then she did something that surprised me.
Guiding my hand, she burrowed my index finger into her anus.
My digit was buried up to its middle joint when Amanda drew it almost completely out. Almost. “Slowly… gently,” she repeated before letting go of my hand. I nodded gravely then resumed her instructions.
My wife’s luscious bottom loomed before me. The sight of my finger driving in and out of her anus was enough to make me harder than a diamond. And though Amanda’s pussy was still wet and needy, it was her ass that I truly hungered for.
In every way imaginable.
This time, I did withdraw my index finger, slowly so Amanda’s sphincter muscles wouldn’t reflexively clench around it again.
Then I lowered my head and kissed my wife’s anus.
Amanda bolted upright as if she had been electrocuted. “Babe!”
“Please, Mandy. Let me do this.”
I had never placed my lips there before; we had never even discussed it. But I didn’t merely want to stick my cock in Amanda’s ass; I wanted to treat it lovingly and adore it like I did with every other inch of her body. I yearned for it.
My mouth watered as I hungered for my wife’s sweet bottom.
To illustrate that my eagerness to please knew no bounds, kissed Amanda there again…
… and then, like I had done to her vagina earlier, licked her ass in an upward motion.
Amanda gasped, but didn’t resist.
I solemnly rimmed my wife as if this was my sole purpose in the world. The nerve endings in her anus were as sensitive as the ones in the tip of my tongue, and I could discern every ridge and bump around that puckered hole. And while Amanda’s pussy was silky smooth with a thick and metallic flavor, her ass was mildly gravelly and tasted the opposite.
My mouth watered even more.
A thousand thoughts entered my mind at that moment, none of which deterred me but all of which spurred me on. Without hesitation, I buried my face in my wife’s ass and inserted my tongue as deeply as possible. My zealousness surprised me more than it did my wife!
“Omigod… babe!”
I attended Amanda’s asshole with wanton fervor. My tongue was like a paintbrush, sweeping over it in vertical strokes and then in circular fashion. And as my wife’s whimpering intensified, I rolled my tongue and jammed it in again, trying to dig deeper with each subsequent thrust.
I happily rimmed Amanda for a bit before replacing my tongue with a finger. This time, Amanda’s sphincter muscles didn’t clench uncontrollably, and her anus felt much more relaxed now. I carefully inserted another finger.
And then another.
“That feels…. amazing.”
I couldn’t have been happier.
I returned to rimming my hot wife but, this time, fingered her backdoor simultaneously.
“Omigod, what are you doing to me? Fuck…”
“I love it when you use foul language. It’s such turn-on.”
“Well, then. Maybe you should shove your cock up my ass instead of your fingers.”
Amanda was willing to grant me my greatest wish, and I almost shouted in joy. But the desire to sodomize my wife was only bested by my concern for her well-being and happiness.
“Mandy, are you sure?”
She smiled lovingly and nodded. “Yes. I’m sure. Just remember…”
“… slowly and gently,” I intoned with her.
We laughed and hugged.
“I love you so much.”
She grinned impishly, and quoted a line from my favorite movie. “I know.”
I touched my forehead to hers, our personal sign of affection.
“How do you want to do it?”
My wife gave me a wry look. “How do you want to do it?”
I didn’t hesitate. “On your knees,” I directed. “And lay your upper half on the couch.”
Amanda arched an eyebrow. “Ok, but aren’t you forgetting something?”
I looked at her questioningly.
“Remember how badly it hurts you try to stick your dick in my ass without any lube?”
I cursed and slapped my forehead. In my eagerness, I forgot arguably the most important thing when it came to anal sex.
“Shit,” I swore again. “I forget where the lube is. We haven’t used it in so long!”
Amanda laughed at my distress. I was about to hurry upstairs to desperately search for the aforementioned item, when she stopped me. “I have a solution that I know you’ll like.” She licked her lips suggestively, and I knew that today would be a day that I would always remember.
I grinned so broadly that my face actually hurt. “Ok. If you insist.”
“Ha!”
Amanda spat on her palm, and massaged the wetness all over my erection. After a few passes, she paused to spit loudly on my cock and then rubbed it some more. I knew that in a few seconds she would unintentionally masturbate me to orgasm.
“Goddamn, Mandy. I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”
She snickered. “You’re going to have to tough it out if you want to nail my ass.”
I was going to respond with a witty comeback of my own when Amanda abruptly dropped to her knees and expertly slipped my manhood into her mouth.
Normally, Amanda preferred to perform fellatio slowly and deliberately. She routinely utilized teasing as a powerful weapon, but right now that wasn’t her intent. Instead, her head bob up and down my shaft, so quickly that her beautiful face was a blur. And with each pass, there was an obscene squelching as Amanda used her saliva to lubricate my cock. Her fluid was so copious that it poured down her chin and dripped onto her chest, where I rubbed it all over her skin like baby oil.
There were few things in life that could compare to a messy blowjob from my gorgeous wife but, though I longed to be in her ass, remaining where I was not a bad secondary option!
Before long, however, Amanda abruptly withdrew me with an explosive breath.
Now that my cock was thoroughly lubricated, I anxiously guided her into position. She was still on her knees, but now resting her upper body on the edge our couch, her back parallel to the floor. I paused to admire the woman whom I loved more than life itself. Amanda’s backside was chiseled yet smooth, her muscles rippling impressively with the slightest movement. Her long black hair resembled silky strands as it cascaded down her sinuous back. I simply stared at her in adoration.
Amanda wiggled her bottom in invitation.
The playful but sexy gesture broke me out of my trance.
I kissed Amanda’s backdoor again then, cock in hand, climbed over her, ready to mount. Her anus still felt tight as I cautiously poked it, so I pulled back. In an effort to relax my wife’s muscles and keep myself hard, I rubbed my cockhead lightly along her anal entrance. Amanda cooed and quaked.
When I dared to press in again, I was able to impale her anus with halfway.
Amanda grunted and shifted in discomfort, and I paused to allow recovery. Without turning to look at me she nodded once, and I carefully but firmly pushed further. She whimpered and shook even more, but my intrusion was inexorable as I latched onto her hips.
I didn’t stop until I was buried balls-deep in Amanda’s incredible ass.
We sighed in unison.
I moaned my wife’s name rapturously.
Until now, my penetration had been slow and careful, but now I commenced a harder rhythmic thrusting. I invaded Amanda’s anus until I could advance no further, eliciting sounds from her lips that were filled with a painful pleasure that was a contradiction in itself. Sphincter muscles gripped around my cock like a tight fist as I maintained the pressure of my thrust. Slowly, however, I pulled out, distending the internal soft tissue as I stretched it, until only the tip of my erection remained inside my wife.
Then I slid into her again.
Over and over, I repeated the process, and Amanda writhed and moaned as I speared her anus repeatedly.
The sight of my cock sliding in and out of that incredible ass… the wonderful sensations and emotions… I couldn’t be a luckier man.
I was doing my best to be gentle, but primal lust was quickly overtaking my senses. I pumped viciously, my long hard thrusts becoming short rapid bursts accompanied by the sharp sound of skin smacking skin. My scrotum bounced against Amanda’s clit, sending pleasant shockwaves coursing through our sensitive areas.
Amanda flicked her hair over one shoulder as she swiveled her head back to regard me sultrily. “You like that? Huh, babe? You like fucking my ass?”
I was more helpless than a newborn baby when my hot wife talked dirty to me. “I’m going to fuck your tight ass like I fuck your pussy,” I growled.
“Yeah? How’s this?” Amanda reached back to stretch her asscheeks apart, enabling me a deeper penetration… deeper than ever! The sight of my manhood completely engulfed was my ultimate fantasy come true.
“Fuck… oh fuck, Mandy…”
I was started to jackhammer Amanda’s bottom and, in response, my she bumped her bottom back against me. My wife had never displayed such filthiness during anal sex nor such physicality, and I was astonished that she was easily enduring the pounding that I was inflicting on her. And with each slippery slide my cock, I burned hotter for my love.
And for her ass.
A naughty idea suddenly popped into my head. Caught up in the moment, I decided to try something new. In mid-thrust, I hooked one arm around Amanda’s waist and spun us in unison so that I was now sitting on the couch. My cock was still buried deep, but now my wife was seated on my lap in a reverse cowgirl position.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
Praying that she would enjoy my idea, I slouched further and pulled my wife back against me so that she was reclined against my chest with her knees bent and feet resting on the couch outside my thighs.
I murmured in her ear, “I want you to lead. I want you to take control.”
Amanda’s forehead crinkled in thought as she considered my words. After a brief hesitation, her hips rose from my lap, slowly as if my wife was still unsure. She raised her bottom high to the point were only my helmeted head remained in her anal orifice. Then, in a manner that made it seem as though time was barely moving, Amanda lowered herself.
She didn’t stop until she fully impaled her ass on my cock once more.
We looked at each other gravely with wide eyes as we explored a new frontier.
Amanda’s hips rose and fell at a steady pace. Her initial movements were cautious, just like mine had been, but then she began moving at a more commanding speed. I grunted each time her bottom beat down on me, and soon she was practically slamming her ass onto my lap.
“Jeezus, Mandy. I love that!”
“You like that, babe? You like it when I ride your cock with my ass?”
It was a rhetorical question since the answer was obvious.
But rather than continue the same motions, Amanda decided to test the limits of my boundaries… of our boundaries. She started riding me in unpredictable patterns, frequently changing her pace and depth of penetration to heighten my pleasure as well as her own. She remained on my lap and grinded against me… forward and backwards, side to side, in circular motions… playing my manhood as if it was a joystick.
I could feel Amanda clenching and relaxing her sphincter muscles repeatedly as she gyrated on my lap.
Periodically, my wife would drop her hips onto me with such ferocity that, for a fleeting moment, I wondered if she was actually try to physically injure me. But then the wonderful sensations of being inside her ass would come exploding back to my awareness like a supernova, and I howled. This was anal play like I had never experienced!
I was beyond content to let Amanda dictate things. But as she continued to ride me like a cowgirl, I peered down the front of her body. Amanda’s magnificent breasts bounced to her sweeping gyrations. My hands instantly snaked around her body, and my wife didn’t slow in the slightest as I groped and fondled her chest. And the more harshly I squeezed her breasts, the harder my wife pounded her bottom down onto me.
“This is my new favorite position,” I managed between gasps. “I get to play with your tits and nail your ass at the same time!”
“Ha,” Amanda grunted. “Best of both worlds!”
Indeed!
I was so deep inside Amanda that I could feel my cockhead poking against some inner wall as I mashed her breasts together. However, in the midst of our sexual fury, we turned to each other to touch our foreheads together. Nothing beyond my wife existed for me right now. Everything was perfect, and I longed to remain in this moment forever.
“Mandy,” I warned her softly, “I’m going to cum.”
Amanda’s frenetic movements slowed to a gentle pace. Her long black hair had been tossing in the air, but now it rested on her shoulders and flowed down her back like a silky veil. “Don’t hold back, Sy. Cum for me… cum in my ass.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
We came to a stop, our bodies as one in an act of love that most people could not understand, as I poured forth my essence into the bowels of my wife as we kissed.
Our tongues slithered in each other’s mouths, and still I continued to ejaculate.
I cupped Amanda’s breasts, and their mere touch made me cum even harder and longer.
I realized that this is what pure bliss felt like.
I had always believed to be my hot wife as the personification of feminine perfection, but I was horribly incorrect.
Amanda was my personification of love.
By the time Amanda had completely drained me, we lay together in a sweaty heap, spent in more ways than one. However, I wasn’t exhausted enough to not hold her dearly, wanting nothing more than to continue feeling my wife’s warm, sensual body against mine for as long as she would allow, afraid to let go as if some entity might snatch her away.
After a while, I uttered in voice that was still filled with awe. “That was incredible.” My words were woefully inadequate, but I didn’t know what else to say.
“That was pretty good, wasn’t it?” Amanda deadpanned, then added with a giggle, “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight for days!”
“Mandy, I’m going to sound like an asshole, but I have to be honest: that’s really hot.”
My wife chuckled and shook her head in mock exasperation. Then a calculating expression, sly yet thoughtful, appeared on her pretty face. She knew my deviant mind, and bestowed me one final gift.
Without comment, she slid off my lap and rolled to the side…
… and casually stretched her asscheeks, giving me a clear view of her anal creampie.
“Jeezus Christ. That’s beautiful! I need a picture of that!”
My wife laughed. Our tender moment was devolving into teasing and dirty talk once more. This, however, was how Amanda and I typically displayed our affection. Casual observers might assume that we were disrespecting each other, but humor and sarcasm were huge reasons why we completed each other.
“I’m serious, Mandy. Please… please… let me take a picture of my cum dripping out of your ass.”
“Why? So you can post it on the internet and turn me into a porn star?” She backhanded me playfully across the shoulders.
“I mean, I would love nothing more than to show off and brag about my hot wife.” I turned solemn as I kissed her again. “I love you, Mandy.”
“I love you, too, babe.” She shook her head wryly. “You know, I could almost grow to enjoy getting poked in the butt.”
“I will happily do it again, if you like.”
My wife noticed that my penis was stiffening again, and snorted derisively. “Save it for next time, lover boy. I’m going to meet my girlfriends.”
I hugged my wonderful wife one final time before she cleaned up and dressed.
As she walked off, I noticed with some guilt and a great deal of pride that Amanda was very noticeably limping.
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That was the end of the tale about my wife and her incredible ass…
… or so I thought!
I was still thinking about Amanda and anal sex several hours later.
I could still taste her salty flavor on my lips.
In my heart, I was aware that she had never cared for any type of ass-play, and would be content if I never asked for to lick or poke her butt ever again. This was made even more apparent by the comment Amanda made before leaving: “You know, I could almost grow to enjoy getting poked in the butt.” Prior to today, whenever Amanda allowed me to invade her puckered hole, she would typically just lay there, whether it was on her back or side, or be on all 4’s as I sodomized her. I always felt a pang of guilt afterwards, but my wife’s ass was just too irresistible. And the image of my cock buried in it was constantly on my mind.
The fact that Amanda tolerated anal play at all was mainly for my benefit, and a testament to how much she loved me and was willing to accommodate my deviant desires.
Sometimes, I wondered if I deserved her.
But Amanda genuinely seemed to relish what I did to her earlier, and that was all that mattered. Hopefully, she would grow to enjoy anal sex and analingus. Perhaps it was just a desperate attempt to convince myself but, after today, I suspected that ass-play might become more common in our bedroom.
Then Amanda surprised me with a text.
I’m still feeling frisky.
My eyes widened, and I responded immediately.
Oh, yeah? How frisky?
I could sense that my wife was laughing at me from miles away.
Let’s shower together when I get home, and I’ll tell you.
I couldn’t believe my good fortune, or Amanda’s stamina. No doubt that the spin class was giving her an endorphin high, but I wasn’t complaining! Some of the best sex we ever had occurred in the shower. It was like a safe haven where my wife was often willing to be filthier, literally and figuratively, than usual.
My grin broadened as my pants tented.
But as I impatiently awake for Amanda, I wondered something.
How could eating AND making love to my hot wife’s ass ever be outdone?
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Amanda sauntered into the bathroom without preamble.
Her hair was tied in a cute ponytail and a satisfied smile creased her lips. The sexy gym clothes adorning my wife’s fit body wore were darkened with sweat, and her naturally tan skin appeared flushed. It was clear that Amanda had enjoyed a strenuous workout with her friends.
I watched as her chest heaved, wrapped in the snug sports bra.
And as she walked by, I ogled her ass outlined those formfitting yoga pants.
Amanda was reeked of perspiration, but this was my wife in her element and she couldn’t possibly look more beautiful or confident.
I was already hard with anticipation and stroking myself languidly in the shower when Amanda walked over and peered at me through the glass door. The she eyed my erection impudently. “If you need some time alone to finish what you’re doing, I can come back later.”
“For the love of God, Mandy, please don’t make me wait any longer.”
Amanda laughed. “Desperate!” I watched intently, stroking myself unashamedly, as she swiftly peeled off her sports bra and yoga pants. Aside from her ass and my cock wedged deep inside of it, there was no more of an arousing sight that my wife stripping off her clothes.
I greeted her with a kiss as she joined me.
“You didn’t have to shower, Mandy. I would’ve gladly licked the sweat off every inch of your body.” It sounded like a joke, but I meant it.
“Mmm… you know how much I like it when you give me a full body massage with your tongue. But I have something else in mind.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s something that I’ve been thinking about since you poked me in the butt earlier.”
“What is it?”
“I couldn’t get it out of my mind while I was at the gym.”
Amanda was clearly keeping me in suspense on purpose. “Are you really going to make me beg? Because I will.”
Her expression was somehow angelic and devilish at the same time.
“Close your eyes, Sy.”
I obeyed immediately.
The sound of the warm water cascading down on my wife changed as she moved inside the shower. I sensed that Amanda had circled behind me. Perhaps she was about to give me a playful spank.
She did neither; instead, Amanda knelt behind me, stretched my asschecks apart, and placed a soft kiss on my anus.
That was the last thing that I was expecting, and I jumped. My wife had caught me by surprised, and I abruptly discovered that I possessed countless nerve ending around my anal rim that made her gentle kiss feel like an electric shock. My toes curled as I looked back at my wife in utter shock.
“Mandy, what are you doing?”
“I suppose you can consider it payback.”
My jaw dropped.
This time, Amanda leaned in and licked my backdoor entrance.
I trembled again.
“How does that feel?” she asked softly.
My mouth simply hung open as I couldn’t respond.
“It feels weird, doesn’t it?”
“Yes… yes, it does,” I answered slowly, not sure where things were leading.
“It always feels a little weird, at first.” Amanda licked my anus again, this time swirling the tip of her tongue over it. The sound of the water was almost deafening as her voice became even softer, “Do you like it?”
As much as I daydreamed about my wife’s ass, I had never contemplated a role reversal. But truth be told her lips and tongue did feel unique back there, though in a very positive sense. Amanda had pleased me and gotten me off in very creative ways over the course of our relationship, but this was different. In my mind, I saw doors opening, each one leading to something new in our sex life and, more importantly, our love.
Amanda waited patiently as she observed my thoughtful expression.
Unable to articulate my thoughts and feelings at that precise moment, I merely nodded with a grave expression.
My wife accepted the invitation, proceeding to perform analingus more earnestly. She lathered my backdoor in the form of a cross and in circles, and then in patterns made me humorously wonder if Amanda was writing the alphabet with her tongue. Finally, she did what I was curious about and secretly hoping for, but couldn’t bring myself to ask.
Amanda rolled her tongue and inserted it into my ass.
The action wasn’t the least bit painful, but having a foreign object in my anus, however slight, caused my body to react involuntarily. I shivered, as if that warm water had suddenly turned ice-cold. I heard Amanda giggle as she licked me and insert her tongue once more.
After several more licks, after I gradually grew accustomed to the new sensations, I arrived at the conclusion that having analingus performed on be by wife was a feeling like no other. It was extremely pleasurable, but the act itself was more intimate than I could’ve ever imagined.
Amanda knew that my defenses and misgivings were crumbling away, reared her head back, and then jammed her tongue into my anus.
She didn’t attempt to be subtle as she ate my ass.
My wife murmured and purred, slurped and growled as she pleased me in a way that she never had before. All I could do was gawk in speechless wonder as Amanda performed her magic. If she was disgusted or embarrassed, she was hiding it well.
Twisting back to watch, I palmed the back of my wife’s head and pressed her more firmly against my bottom. I could almost feel Amanda grinning evilly as she smeared her face into me, turning her face side to side as she burrowed deeper. At that point, our inhibitions were completely gone, and I continued applying pressure to the back of her head, encouraging my wife with nasty comments and moaning her name in ecstasy. And through it all, Amanda didn’t stop licking and jamming her tongue into my anus.
I decided to take a page of her playbook when I released her head and reached back with both hands to spread my ass-cheeks apart.
Amanda, as usual, didn’t slow.
She continued cramming her tongue into my backdoor, but now alternated it was tonguing me in circular and up-down motions. I moaned louder with each new stroke, and just when I thought I had figured out Amanda’s patterns, she changed them again… blowing on my sensitive skin… lightly flicking her tongue over my anal entrance… kissing it… before tongue-fucking my ass again wickedly.
At some point, I began stroking my cock, knowing that I would cum in just a few seconds.
Amanda, however, saw what I was doing and batted my hand away. I made a whiny sound of disapproval, causing my wife to throw her head back in laughter that sounded like the most beautiful music I had ever heard. But then her expression was all business again.
“Bend over,” she commanded.
“Fuck, Mandy. This is incredible. You’re driving me crazy!”
Amanda nudged my upper body forward without further comment. I soon found myself bent at the waist with my back parallel to the floor and my extended arms braced against the tiled wall in front of me. I knew whatever my wife was going to do next would be as depraved, and my erection quivered with impatience.
She started tonguing my ass again, but this time her strong hand close around my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I sighed as Amanda began to tongue my ass AND masturbate me. Her tongue and hand moved languidly, almost lazily, as if they were in no rush to get me off despite the fact that all I longed for at that precise moment was to achieve orgasm as quickly as possible. “God, Mandy. Please don’t tease me like this.”
That elicited an evil cackle.
But, again, my wife didn’t comment.
Instead, she proceeded to slip her index finger into my ass.
Caught by surprised, I murmured a prolonged “Oooh” and trembled. And even though Amand didn’t move her finger as it remained lodged inside of me, I finally understood and gained insight into her physical reactions when I played with her ass because it felt like I was quickly losing control. Suddenly, a strange panic began to rise within me.
“It feels weird, doesn’t it?” Amanda repeatedly calmly. “Like you’re going to lose your bowels because you no longer have control.”
Mutely, I nodded. Then, to my astonishment and rising fear, my wife began probing my anus in a sawing motion. And even though the motion was very gentle, it made my bottom half feel as though it was falling through space.
My sphincter muscles clenched reflexively at the foreign invader.
My insides burned from the friction.
But as Amanda maintained her tender rhythm, my entire body gradually relaxed, and the burning and falling sensations soon felt wonderfully pleasant.
And controllable.
“Yes, that’s it,” I murmured.
Amanda nodded. “Slowly… and gently.”
Suddenly, everything had come full circle as I finally understood.
I felt as if I was floating as my hot wife fingered and tongued my ass while stroking my cock. Nothing we had ever experienced together… not sex, or oral sex, not me being inside her ass… could rival was Amanda was doing to me now. Despite tender motions, I possessed neither the willpower or physical capacity to withstand my wife’s sexy machinations any longer.
For the second time today, Amanda was going to enable me to achieve the greatest orgasm ever.
I moaned in warning.
“I’m not finished with you yet, Sy. Don’t you dare cum yet, do you hear me?”
However, instead of slowing down or pausing to give me respite, Amanda began masturbating me more ruthlessly.
Then she was suddenly eating my ass again, too!
“Mandy…”
“If you ever want another blowjob… if you ever want to fuck me or my ass again, do not cum, Sy. I’m warning you.”
But now Amanda was stroking me with both hands, fist over fist, as if milking a cow.
And her tongue was all over me once more, lathering around my backdoor. Then I felt that wonderful tongue gliding over my perineum, that ultra-sensitive spot between my anus and scrotum. Her loving attention only lingered on that erogenous zone for a bit before Amanda’s tongue returned to my backdoor once more. There, she delved deep past my nonexistent defenses, tasting me as I had tasted her.
Amanda lifted her head and furiously milked me with both hands as if our lives depended on it.
“Mandy!”
“Don’t you dare, cum, babe! Don’t you dare!” She was practically screaming and frothing at the mouth.
But her intention was clear.
It wasn’t an understatement to declare that I experienced the greatest orgasm my life, besting the earlier one, as my loving wife stroked me to submission.
I cried her name repeatedly as my semen splattered on the tiled floor with such force that it was audible over the sound of the cascading water.
Amanda was still stroking me wildly with 2 hands but had returned to rimming me again when I stood up, turned, and ushered her to her feet.
I didn’t care where my wife’s mouth had just been; I pulled her towards me into a crushing embrace and kissed her with such ferocity that she could not doubt my love for her.
Amanda’s emotion matched mine, and I nearly cried in happiness.
After I held my wife for a long while, I attempted to kiss my wife again but she averted her face with a “Hmph!”
“What?”
“I warned you, Sy. No more sex… oral or anal… if you came. And what happened? You erupted like a volcano.” She regarded my pitiful expression gravely for a moment before guffawing loudly. “Omigod, babe. You’ve never cum that hard before!”
“Yea? Well, who’s fault is that?”
“Guilty as charged,” Amanda beamed proudly.
I started at my gorgeous wife. Her radiant smile somehow made her appear even more beautiful— as impossible at that should’ve been— and, combined with the way the water flowed over her voluptuous curves and glistened on her unblemished skin, was too much for me to handle. Amanda was like a drug, and I was a hopeless addict.
She regarded my stiffening cock incredulously. “Again?”
“Like I said, who’s fault is that?”
I stalked towards my hot wife with hungry, outstretched arms.
She was grinning as she playfully tried to resist me. “Um, what are you doing?”
“Well, Mandy, I’m going to spin you around and rub my cock on your ass until I get really hard, then I’m going to bend you over and start Round 2.”
“Technically, it’s Round 3, babe.”
We laughed and kissed and held each other again.
I would’ve been content to remain in that position forever… standing under the warm running water while holding my beautiful wife, naked together…
… but when she turned, leaned forward, and braced herself against the wall precisely like I had done moments ago, I was in another perfect place as Amanda allowed me to make love to her ass one more time.