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DISCLAIMER:
This story contains graphic (as someone said, I hope they are graphic, I
tried
really hard to make them that way) descriptions of sexual relations between
two consenting adults. If you are offended by that sort of subject matter,
or
have not yet attained the legal age in your community which would allow you
to
read this type of material, please read no further. This story may not be
reproduced in any form for profit without written permission of the author.
This is a fantasy only. In reality my wife is afflicted with a number of
physical problems that have made any form of intercourse impossible for the
last ten years. I have had to take the responsibility for my sexual
satisfaction into my own hands, so to speak, for that time. I have really
appreciated the efforts of a number of authors to A.S.S.(M.) and have been
inspired to try this little amatuerish effort. It's based on a recurring
fantasy of mine that has been a tremendous accompaniement to the late night
Cinemax presentations featuring Shannon Tweed. Since the really good
authors
get so little feedback, I don't really expect much response, but if anyone
would like to CONSTRUCTIVELY comment I would love to see e-mail to my
hotmail
address. Please no flames from feminist groups, etc....
Life Is Good, (M/F, cons, oral, anal)
My eyes popped open as my wife pulled her mouth completely off of my penis.
I
had just licked and fingered her to orgasm and I was taking my turn at being
the
passive partner. Don't get me wrong, we like sixty-nining. I love having
her
mouth slide up and down my penis, while my mouth is full of her pussy and
I'm
teasing her asshole with my nose. It's just that, sometimes, you can do a
better job of pleasuring your mate when you're not being distracted.
She had stopped so she could list some of what was important to her in our
plans
for tomorrow night. We had agreed that tomorrow would be right for acting
out my
favorite fantasy (which, if I'm lucky, we might get to do twice a year). We
were
down to what she wanted in return. Our shared planning had been going on
for an
hour now. It was an extended process, due to the fact that one or the other
of us
was likely to have our mouth full of the other's sexual parts. I don't know
about your priorities, but I can always wait for my wife to get around to
saying something, when she's busy sucking and licking my penis.
She kept slowly sliding a ring, made by her index finger and thumb, up and
down
my moist shaft as she insisted: "And we're going to go someplace really
nice.
I'm not going to get all dolled up and wind up at Perkins." The physical
sensation was holding me constant, but I was anxious to get her back to the
task at hand, so to speak.
"Yeah, no problem. I've got reservations at Wadsworth's in the Northland
Inn."
That's my wife's favorite fancy place. I don't mind going there, I just
hate
the size of the bill, for what little food you get. But they do give good
service. I'm sure they have a different waitperson for every piece of
glassware on the table. I had been going to let it be a suprise, but if she
needed reassurance of my intentions to get back to sucking me, so be it.
She seemed happy with my choice, as I'm sure I was now going deeper into her
mouth than before. She also picked up the pace a little and I was at the
point where I was starting to make those little satisfied sounds in my
throat.
You know, that point where it feels so good you don't want it to end, but
it's gonna feel even better when it does.
Maybe she was messing with my mind, but she popped up again to say: "And we
get
to go dancing for at least an hour. We're not going to just go somewhere,
have
a drink and then go home because the band went on a break."
"No problem, Hon. We'll go to the Bel-Ray and dance through an entire set,
guaranteed. She started using her hand and mouth in syncopation. I never
last
long that way.
She stopped again. "Do we have enough bourbon? I want two drinks while I'm
in
the tub."
I needed to think about that. I'm not into necrophilia. Two drinks is
usually
enough to almost put her to sleep. If we go out somewhere, she never has
more
than one drink. There are times when you appreciate a cheap date and times
when
you don't. I didn't have the heart to object too strenuously though,
because
she had gotten a real strong suction going. "Are you sure you need two?
Two
drinks is a lot for you."
"Don't be silly! It's going to be over a two hour period and I want to
really
relax." Her hand was setting up a hard jerky rythm on my shaft, while she
made
her point. "And I'm going to have a third one ... just to sip,... don't
look
at me like that... while I'm waiting for you to get home, so don't be late."
"Trust me Honey. There's nothing that could happen tomorrow that could be
more
important to me than coming... home."
"You know I need the drinks. I have to get into kind of a submissive mind
set
for what you want and it's a lot easier to feel like a good little sex slave
when I'm a little drunk. And I'll want to maintain that after I'm out of
the
tub, waiting for you to get home."
How do you argue with logic like that? My hand went behind her head.
That's
our signal that I'm really close to coming and for her to not use her hands
anymore, just her mouth. My hips were pushing up off the bed to meet her
downward stroke. I was occasionally banging into the back of her throat.
If
we hadn't been doing this for twenty years, she might have been gagging more
than a little, but she's added this little trick to her repertoire over the
years and it really drives me wild. The slurping sounds got louder as her
head
bobbed up and down, faster and faster.
And... I was... Cumming!!! Squirt after squirt... her rhythm slowed and I
could
FEEL her sucking and swallowing my cum. Her suction became more gentle and
her
tongue gently cleaned me, as her mouth slid more and more slowly up and down
my
shrinking penis. It took a few minutes, but I loved every second of it.
She
kept me in her mouth until I was completely clean and detumescent. There
are
some nights when she can keep me hard for what seems like hours, but tonight
my little soldier was showing unusual common sense.
She sipped a small manhattan I had placed earlier on her bedside table.
Porno
novels to the contrary, she's not convinced my semen tastes anything like a
successful milkshake flavor. She takes my ejaculation in her mouth and
swallows it because she knows how important it is to my pleasure. When the
lovemaking was done and we had finished a little talk about nothing and
everything, as couples do, we turned out the lights and cuddled like spoons,
her head on my arm, my very satisfied penis against her buttcheeks. We were
both pretty well on the way to sleep when she remembered to say: "And you're
gonna eat me for at least fifteen minutes before we start fucking, no matter
how many orgasms I have. I'm not putting up with barber's itch for two
weeks
just to give you something to look at."
"Yup. That's a deal." No problem, Honey. I would gladly do that anytime.
This morning, Friday, I was up early: early to work and early home. We
haven't
done my favorite fantasy for months. My "gym" bag is packed. Everything I
need is in the bag. I've put together a bag of goodies from my shopping
trips
for the wifey, too.
After all these years, she knows what I want, but I throw in a few suprises
for
her, once in a while (flavored douches and enemas, anal beads, whatever). I
can't
forget the first time she used a butt plug. I had taken it out of it's
blister
pack. (Why do they insist on such tacky graphics on those packages?) She
called me up at work to ask me some really "innocent" questions. You should
have seen me trying to figure out how to get some privacy in my cubicle, or
somewhere, anywhere, so I could tell her what to do with it. I'm sure she
really knew, but she was having fun trying to get me to tell her.
Today went pretty smoothly. I was in such a good mood that it really didn't
matter what happened. The people at work don't appreciate how much a good
lover is better than a sleeping pill. A really good night's sleep and
something extra special to look forward to, at day's end, does wonders for
your attitude at work. The idiots in management and the salespeople doing
cold calls don't get you down when your favorite fantasy is only hours away.
I've even been complimented on my positive attitude and motivation. I would
love to see how they would write up my secret method in a management
handbook.
At last, it's time to hit the shower. We have them for the guys who like to
jog at noon. I would much rather work through lunch and come home early to
jog with my wife. It's some good networking to run with the guys at noon,
but
if I'm with my wife there's a significantly better chance of sneaking off
the
jogging path to score a quicky with a horny lady, who is already a little
hot
and sweaty. But, I digress. I want to be squeaky clean and smelling good
when I hit home. I've got the gym bag packed with extra loose clothes:
sweatpants, oversize sweatshirt, tennis shoes that don't need to be tied.
Most of my co-workers assume I head for the gym on Friday nights. I'm
headed for a work out alright, but not the kind they're thinking of, I'll
bet.
I could get myself off in the shower by just picturing my wife's
preparations
at home. It's really tempting but why waste the energy on a hand job when
there's something much better waiting at home.
My wife starts her preparations with an enema (occasionally two, if the
first
one doesn't seem to have done the job). We use the disposable type you get
at
the drugstore. They were in her goody bag. Then a nice hot tub. It's
going
to get refilled a couple of times over the next two hours. She shaves her
legs
and keeps right on going, until her pussy lips are totally bare and the only
pubic hair she has is a little heart shape, just above her labia, and that's
trimmed real short. We learned to use a cookie cutter and a water soluble
marker to get the shape just right. She has her drinks and a magazine or
two
to read. (Her favorite magazines were in the goody bag. You're catching on
now, right?) I usually pick up one or two at the store, along with some
roses,
the night before. She gives herself two hours to get totally relaxed (and
pretty well tipsy). Then she's going to get into an outfit appropriate to
this
fantasy. She'll slip a well lubricated butt plug into her ass, and wait for
me
while having another drink. She sometimes get horny enough to play with
herself,
but it's usually just a time to make sure the phone is off the hook, the
blinds
are drawn and that whatever she has selected to wear for later in the
evening
is ready.
I'm headed for home now. Rush hour traffic isn't too bad if you get an
early
start. I really have to concentrate on keeping myself from speeding. I just
tell myself that a speeding ticket would take even longer than just going a
few
miles per hour slower. My sweatpants are real loose and, up high in the
van,
no one can tell you're stroking yourself as you cruise next to some fine
looking ladies. No wonder the the truck drivers used to radio each other
about
"seat covers" worthy of each other's attention. There's a cute young blonde
with long legs and a short skirt in the convertible in the next lane. I
wish
her lips were wrapped around my penis right now, instead of my hand (the
lips
at either end, for that matter). Is she flexible enough to put her knees
behind her elbows and make the "Viennese Oyster?" Does she like it doggie?
Would she suck the cum out of me and swallow it after I've fucked her pussy?
I wonder if she squeals when she takes it up the butt... Whoa, I don't want
to get too far, just jerking myself off. I've gotta save it (for my
homecoming, so to speak).
I'm home, finally. Just leave the van on the driveway. It doesn't need to
be
put in the garage. We'll be taking it to dinner anyway. Head for the front
door and see her smiling at me in her robe (Oh Yeah! the short white silk
one!
some dangly earrings and a choker necklace with matching anklet... Oh, yes!)
and shut that door behind me. She takes my briefcase from me and puts it
down
on the hall table and her drink next to it, while I shuck my tennis shoes
into
a corner and my sweatshirt on top of them. She gives me a really
passionate,
sloppy kiss. Yep, she's a little tipsy, but definitely horny. Then she
steps
back and smiles her best, sultry, sex kitten smile.
Her robe drops to the floor. She's wearing only a garter belt, stockings,
and high heels (They're all white. We have other colors, but she knows my
favorite for this fantasy). Her little shaving job is perfect and her lower
lips are obviously moist. Her nipples are up and she has done her makeup
perfectly. She'll probably wear a different color for tonight, but righ now
she has RED lips (they're gonna look great around my penis) and perfectly
lined eyes.
There's no talking now, we know this fantasy well enough that she doesn't
need
any prompting. She steps forward to give me another one of those kisses
that
would give a statue a hardon. Then she kneels in front of me and pulls the
string on my sweatpants with her teeth, giving a little sex kitten growl as
she does. As my pants come down, my penis pops up and I'm in her mouth, in
almost no time (well, actually, as soon as she's done giggling).
You know the porno tapes would have you think a nineteen year old gives the
finest blow job known to man. Let me set you straight. That teeny bopper
will probably have the tightest body of her life. She's gonna look really
good there on her knees, with your penis in her mouth, her eyelashes
batting,
as she scans your face to judge your reactions to her oral ministrations.
But that's about all you're gonna get. It's gonna look good and it's gonna
be nice if you can watch her in a mirror at the same time. Let's talk about
the actual blow job itself. A totally loving woman who has spent the last
twenty years perfecting a blow job, just for you, will have nothing to fear
from such amateurish competition.
Her mouth totally conforms to the shape of my penis. I don't know how, I
just
know it's wonderful. She knows exactly when to use nice deep strokes the
length of my penis and when to hold just the head of my penis in her mouth
and
use her hand to drive me wild. If she needs to rest from the constant
suction
(I don't come in a short time like a nineteen year old either), she knows
exactly how to keep me hard with the movements of her hand, but never take
me
out of her mouth. She knows how to vary the speed of her head and hands
together so I'm brought to the peak of ecstasy and kept there until I can't
stand it anymore.
She knows when I'm at that point and she looks up at me to silently ask if I
want to cum in her mouth or move on to the next step. I put my hand behind
her head and she knows what I want. She knows how to take me deep and use
just her mouth to trip me over the edge into a tremendous orgasm. And I can
look into her eyes, as I'm coming, and see the lust in them, and see them
say:
"I'm doing this just for you... only for you... because I love you. Fuck me
in the mouth and fill it with your cum." Like last night, she swallows my
cum.
Not a drop escapes and when I'm done, she cleans me with her lips and
tongue,
never completely removing me from her mouth.
Then we wait, my penis still in her mouth. She's playing with her pussy and
pinching a nipple at the same time. (When did she start doing that? Who
cares...) After a few minutes of very gentle stimulation, my erection is
returning. She's very gently sliding up and down, in increasingly long
strokes with her lips. I'm getting hard again. My penis is erect, but
really
sensitive. Which is good, considering where I'm headed next. When she's
sure
I'm fully erect and ready again, she lets my penis escape from her mouth.
She
quickly does "bottoms up" on the rest of her drink.
Then she turns around, crawls forward a little and, still on her knees, puts
her shoulders to the mat. (Did I mention we have a special, washable mat,
with extra padding, just for such occasions? It's easier on the knees and
clean up is easier too). She positions her hair so I can see her face. She
reaches behind her and with a hand on each side, (very lady like, not
grossly
with splayed fingers, like grabbing melons) she parts her asscheeks, ...for
me.
The butt plug tells me she has readied herself, ...for me.
I kneel behind her and, very gently, I pull out the plug...
Whoa! She must have had the major portion of a bottle of baby oil up there.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I figure whatever it takes is okay with
me.
After all, how much would I use if somebody were going to fuck me in the
ass?
It's just pouring out of her ass and running down her shaved pussy lips.
They
look good all oily and slightly puffy from being played with a moment
before.
Sometimes I bend all the way down and lick her pussy for a while, before I
pull
the plug, but there's no need for that tonight. She's already been playing
with herself and can do a better of job of exciting herself than I can.
As I usually do, I catch some of the overflow and massage it into my penis.
With my other hand I slowly insert two fingers into her asshole and let her
direct my movements of them. When my penis is good and slick and she can
handle two fingers sliding, very slowly, in and out, we're ready for the
main
event.
My wife's ass is tight. We've been doing anal lovemaking for many years and
she's able to relax, now, but it's still something we start very slowly. I
work on getting just the glans of my penis inside her sphincter. Then we
pause,
until she's ready to go on. When she's ready, I can put another inch in,
and
wait. We keep this up until I am fully embedded in her asshole. The
tightness
of her sphincter at the base of my penis, the totally hot (warmer than a
vagina), velvet glove feel of her rectum, and her asscheeks rubbing against
my
thighs is an incredible turn on. I don't mind another wait at this point.
I
can be a happy man, just staying still, while feeling her ass muscles milk
my
penis for a while. Fucking some women in the ass is like fucking a bottle.
It's tighter than hell at the sphincter, but beyond that it's so loose that
there's nothing to feel. My little wifey keeps her muscles in good shape.
The entire length of my dick is surrounded and stimulated.
Eventually she's ready and I can start a slow back stroke. That sphincter
muscle is so tight. I don't know how to describe the feel of it as it runs
the length of my penis until just the glans is left inside her. Then we
start
a slow stroke back in again, without pausing every inch. Then out again
and,
slowly, in again. I take it slow until I can see the tension leave her.
Now we can pick up speed. I can fuck her asshole, now, almost as fast as I
would fuck her pussy. She's playing with herself again. She says
mastubating
while she's being fucked in the ass doesn't always work for her. She just
does it, because she knows I love it. Okay by me, but she's right, I do
like
it better when she plays with herself. Whether it does or doesn't, it's
wonderful. I'm driving in and out of such a tight, hot hole, that I'm not
sure
how much longer I can last. In fact, I can never last real long in her ass.
Oops! Too long a stroke,and I'm all the way out of her ass. I'm as hard as
a
rock and her asshole is all dilated from my fucking. I can just put it back
in and push my full length into her. I pull all the way out and drive all
the
way in again. The Germans call this durchfikken, 'pierce fucking'. It's
like
starting from the beginning on each stroke. The feeling is incredibly
intense
and she lets out a squeal each time I penetrate her. Pull all the way out,
into the cool air and push all the way in, until I'm as deep as possible in
her hot clenching guts, again.
Each time I'm all the way out, I get a really good look at her stretched
greasy asshole, waiting for my next penetration. I can see her fingers
working her oily pussy. I think I remember reading somewhere that there is
nothing so self indulgent and decadent as fucking a woman's asshole, when
there's a perfectly willing, unused pussy right below it.
Oh shit! I can't hold out any longer, I've got to cum.
Which is probably good because her anal sphincter's had all the penetration
she can stand. I've lost my rhythm and I'm just making jerky stabbing
strokes,
deep in her guts. She's talking dirty to me now. In a sort of half
pleading,
half demanding tone of voice, she's saying things like: "Fuck me in my
ass...
Uh! C'mon, cum in my ass... Eeee! Eeee! Eeee!... I WANT you to cum up my
ass... Ahhhh!.... C'mon, FUCK me up the asshole... YI!... I want your cum
in my ass..."
It's kind of a dirty litany, but how can I deny her request? I start
filling
her most intimate orifice with my essence. It's intense and it lasts for a
long time. I can't help but grunt back at her with each stroke and she's
pulling her ass cheeks further apart and humping back at me so I can get
into
her as deep as possible. The strongest climaxes of my married life have been
in my wife's asshole.
When I finally droop out of her asshole, I'm drained physically and
emotionally.
She doesn't seem too much the worse for the wear, but we're both sweaty and
oily. Clean up time is easy with two (we don't intend to explain to anybody
what the mat and the toys are all about). Then we shower together and take
a
two hour nap (there's a reason we start the process early). Then we get up,
get dressed and head out for dinner and dancing, etc. We'll be up late,
while
my wife collects on that pussy licking she has coming and a lot of ordinary
fucking, just so her vagina doesn't feel unappreciated. Tomorrow is
Saturday
and we've already got the phone off the hook.
Life is good.
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