There was something in the air that night. I couldn’t blame it on being apart for too long. Truth was, we had only been apart for a mere 6 nights, but when our bodies joined on the night of his homecoming, something clicked.
We laid in bed, naked. Our hands began roaming across each other. Our tongues danced in kisses. As the passion began to build, he began urging my body onto its side. Before I knew it, I was pinned to the mattress, my husband on top of me, his erection pressed against my backside. I moaned as his lips ran trails over the skin of my neck and shoulders. His teeth grazed my curves. I felt his arm snake underneath me and it began lifting my hips up and off of the mattress. I smiled, loving the thought of him taking me from behind.
With my face against the mattress and my ass up in the air, I was ready for my husband’s fuck. He leaned over me and grabbed the bottle of lube. He made sure my legs were spread wide and open. Suddenly, I felt the cold drizzle of lube hit my asshole and slowly run down to my pussy. He held the lube bottle above my body and let the cold liquid drip down to my tight hole. My mind began to whirl. Was he going to fuck my ass? Was he going to play with my ass? He doesn’t normally make the lube drip on my asshole if he wasn’t planning on doing something with it. I began to get nervous. It had been ages since we last had anal. My husband’s cock is thick and I wasn’t sure I could take it, not that night. Not without stretching it with plugs and toys first.
I felt relief as his hand guided his cock over my hole, making it moist with lubrication and then letting it sink into my cunt. He fucked me hard and fast, letting his thighs slap against my own. Each thrust caused the breath from my body to be hissed out between my lips. I was loving his fuck and wanted more, but then he pulled out of me.
I felt him guide his cock back up to my asshole and I felt nervous again. I felt my body tighten up. He pushed his cock head against my asshole and I groaned. He began slowly pushing himself into me. I felt the searing discomfort of having my tight hole stretched for the first time in ages. I knew my face must have had a painful look on it, but he could not see it. Slowly, he pushed himself farther inside me. I began to whimper, my body occasionally trying to get away. I didn’t think I could do it, I didn’t think I could take him.
As he pushed onward, I let my body drift forward, resisting the acceptance. I whispered the word, “no”, over and over again. Not in a plea to ask him to stop, but more in a realization that I may not be able to give him what he wanted. Something that he rarely wanted from me. The thought of denying him this pleasure, shook me out of my resistance. I began relaxing my muscles and pushing myself against him. I could feel the muscles stretching and loosening. I wanted my husband to fuck my tight little asshole. I wanted to give this to him.
As he pushed forward and his cock sank deeper inside me, I pushed back, helping him enter me. The searing pain dulled to a slight ache. It was a delicious ache. The ache of feeling the pleasure and the pain and wanting more of each. His moans began to grow louder as he steadily fucked my ass. I could feel his girth moving back and forth within me. He kept a slow and deliberate pace. More than anything, I wanted to feel his pleasure.
It didn’t take long for him to find his rhythm, and with it, his climbing orgasm. His fingers dug into my flesh as he thrust deep within my ass. I yelped as I felt his orgasm. Each pulse of his cock, stretched my anus. I groaned loudly with each contraction of his orgasm. Each spurt from his cock, stretched me. It was a strange, but wonderful sensation. I loved feeling him as he pumped my ass full of his cum. We both went to sleep with smiles on our faces that night. I loved fulfilling his desires.
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