Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 02

"Well, now we are both covered in cum," she laughed. Then her voice lowered and she said, "I have to run. I heard the shower shut off and Patrick will be coming back. He wants to fuck me again."

"Are you going to let him fuck you in the ass?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Bye. I love you."

With that the phone went dead in Brian's hand. He lay there looking at the phone as he tried to comprehend what she had said. She had never had anal sex. They had discussed it but she thought it would be too painful. Then he realized that Patrick was going to get her anal virginity. Suddenly his penis started to stiffen. He wiped the cum from his face and then wrapped his hand around the shaft. At about the same time that Patrick was climaxing inside Sara for the fourth time, Brian shot off for the second time.

It was mid-afternoon the next day when Sara called Brian again. He was in a class so he got up and went outside and sat in a garden area.

"Hi Hon," Sara said sweetly.

"Hi."

"Do you have time to talk?" she asked.

"Yes, I just stepped outside so I'm okay."

"I wanted to tell you how much I love you," she said. "I'm pretty sure that there aren't many men that would let their wives do what I have done."

"Probably not," Brian laughed. He was much more relaxed today. All of the anticipation had put him on edge all day yesterday. Then when Sara hadn't called he had feared the worst. Now that it seemed to have worked out all right, he was very relieved. "So what was this about Patrick... uh... Patrick fucking you in the ass."

"Oh that," she said casually. However, inside she wasn't feeling casual. She was excited and just a little scared. "Patrick did ask me that."

"What did you say?"

"I told him that I would talk to you."

"You know that we have talked about that a couple of times. You always said that you were afraid that it would hurt. Have you changed your mind?"

"Maybe. Patrick said that he and Sally used to do it all the time. When she got used to it, it became their favorite thing to do."

"What do you think?"

"I think that I want to try it if it's okay with you."

"Then I say go ahead."

"Thank you sweetheart."

Brian started to say "You're welcome," but then he stopped and laughed.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking of how outrageous our conversation would sound to anyone but you and me."

"I guess it is pretty outrageous," Sara said and laughed.

"So what have you two been doing?" he asked.

"Well, we stayed in bed until about ten. However, we didn't fuck this morning. I'm not sure he could get it hard. Besides, your 'sweet slut's' pussy needs a little rest too." Then she added with a laugh, "I'm sure it will be ready again soon."

"Well, don't wear it out."

"There will always be plenty left for you."

"Were is Patrick now?"

"I sent him to the store. We're going to relax at the pool today then go to dinner."

"And?"

"Oh yes, then we are going to come home and Patrick is going to fuck my ass."

Brain gasped and felt his penis begin to stir. "You'll call me afterward?"

"If I survive."

"Well, have fun. I'll be home tomorrow evening. I love you Sara."

"I love you too... more than anything in this world. You know that don't you?"

"Yes."

Chapter 7

Sara had spent much of the day teasing Patrick. When they went out to the pool, she put on another of her tiny swimsuits. It was similar to the other one and exposed most of her charms, especially her ass. She could feel Patrick's eyes on her buttocks the entire time. However, she fended off his attempts to take her to the bedroom. She wanted to wait until the evening to give her time to get worked up. She figured that she was going to need all the help she could get.

Later that evening she surprised Patrick when she came down wearing a skintight cocktail dress. It was red velvet and fit her like a glove. The front plunged down until the swells of her breasts threatened to fall out. It was also so short that she couldn't even wear thigh high nylons. She did put on a tiny pair of thong panties in order to prevent her juices from running down her legs. She topped the outfit off with a diamond necklace around her neck and four-inch high heels on her feet.

"Wow," Patrick said, "You look good enough to eat." He had used that term before but this time he meant it.

"Promises, promises," she laughed and walked past him. She could feel his eyes on her thinly covered ass cheeks as she swayed them more than normal. A chill went through her as she thought that he would be doing a lot more than looking at her ass later.

They had dinner at a quiet restaurant. It gave them an opportunity to talk. Sara tiptoed around the subject of Sally's death until she saw that he wanted to talk. When he did, she let him speak without interrupting for a long time. He told her the fun they used to share and the plans they had for the future. He spoke of Sally in loving terms but also, for the first time, in the past tense. It appeared to be a catharsis for him, like a cleansing of his soul.

Finally he stopped talking and looked at Sara with a strange look.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. It just occurred to me that this is the most I've spoken about Sally since her death. It has been so hard for me to talk about it. I've wanted to but I just couldn't." Suddenly a smile came to his face. "Thank you."

"I didn't do anything."

"You did more than you know. You listened when few other people would. Everybody wanted to give me advice: do this, do that... take a vacation... see a counselor, etcetera. It was well meaning but I just needed someone to listen." He paused in thought and then said, "It's time. I think I'm ready to move on now. It's almost as if this dark cloud has been lifted."

Sara reached over the table and grabbed his hand. There were tears in her eyes. "I'm so happy for you."

"In only a few days, you and Brian have made such a difference. I can see how you two care for each other...care about how the other feels. Hopefully one day I will have a relationship like that again."

"I know you will," Sara whispered.

They fell silent for a long time. When Patrick started to talk again, he had a naughty look on his face. "Now let's talk about the first time Sally and I had anal sex."

Sara's face showed her shock at the change in direction of their conversation. But she felt a chill go through her and she squirmed on the chair.

Patrick explained that it was Sally that first suggested anal sex. He was against it, fearing that it would hurt her. However, Sally brought home a porno movie called "Caught From Behind 15." It contained only scenes involving anal sex. They watched one woman after another take the largest penises they had ever seen with ease. When the movie was over they went upstairs to try it. Patrick was hesitant but Sally was insistent. Then with TLC Patrick found that he was able to bury his entire penis in Sally's ass without discomfort for her. She went wild and in fact, her orgasm was so intense that she passed out.

"Wow," Sara whispered excitedly. "You know what that story did?"

"What?"

"It made my little hole pucker in anticipation." Sara's face flushed at her naughty words.

"Well, it may pucker but it's not going to be so little when I'm done," he laughed.

Sara felt her panties soaking through. "Let's get out of here."

Several minutes later they were rushing home.

They kissed in the car before getting out. Then they stopped at the door and kissed again. Patrick's hands found Sara's ass cheeks and slipped under her dress. He pulled the dress up in back and pressed her against the door. The cool wood of the door made Sara gasp and she pushed her hips back at him. Then she felt his finger worming down between her cheeks. When it reached her little rear hole she tensed.

"Relax," Patrick whispered. Slowly he slipped the tip of his finger into her back passage. He circled the little hole gently with his fingertip. Then he pushed upward slowly but firmly.

"Oh God," Sara gasped as his entire finger went up her ass. She raised up on her toes and moaned into Patrick's shoulder. An unexpected chill raced from her rear hole to her now sopping wet vagina. Then, when she felt Patrick pulling his finger out, she felt empty and moved backward, trying to capture it again.

Patrick was accommodating and pushed his finger inside again. Her little rose was tighter than he expected and it squeezed him like a velvet vise. He felt her warmth surrounding his moving digit. As his lips searched for her mouth again, his finger began to move in and out and he pressed his now throbbing penis against her groin.

"Pa... Patrick... let's go in... in before a...a neighbor sees us," Sara gasped.

Without removing his finger, Patrick opened the door and moved Sara backward into the living room. He slammed the door with his foot and directed her over to a large cushioned chair. Then he spun her around until she was forced over the back of the chair.

Sara reached her hands out and grasped the arms of the chair. She felt Patrick's finger slip out and then he reached under her dress to pull her tiny panties down. A chill of excitement rushed through her when she felt him kneeling behind her. She began to gasp for breath as his lips touched the soft skin of her ass cheeks. "Patrick, Patrick, Patrick," she moaned incoherently.

Patrick began to kiss the globes of her ass. He grasped her buttocks with his fingers, slowly opening the fleshy cheeks. He gasped when he saw the tiny star winking at him. It was pink and puckered and looked like a tiny closed rose. Below it he saw her swollen vagina with her abundant juice dripping out. His mouth moved forward.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Sara screamed as his tongue began to circle her rear hole.

Patrick stretched her cheeks wide in order to get his mouth as close as possible. He stiffened his tongue and pushed on the tiny opening. It resisted briefly before giving away and letting him inside. He heard Sara grunt as his tongue moved in as deeply as it could go. Then he pulled back out and circled the outside rim before plunging inside again.

Sara gasped in pleasure.

He sucked and licked her little hole for a long time. Finally, he pulled back and looked at the little star. It was swollen and pulsing with excitement. He felt that her ass was ready and he wet two of his fingers and brought them to the hole. He pressed forward, slowly increasing the pressure.

Sara moaned again and lifted up on her toes as if to get away from the searching fingers. It actually gave Patrick a better angle. He pushed harder, feeling her opening to him. Soon both fingers were in to the second knuckle. With one more hard push he had them all the way inside.

"Ohhhhh," Sara cried in a moment of shock and her body froze.

Patrick waited for a minute, giving her a chance to adjust. Then he began to move his fingers in and out slowly, stretching her hole.

Sara squirmed and gasped as she felt his fingers move deep into her rear passage.

"Let's go upstairs," Patrick said and pulled Sara to her feet, keeping two fingers in her ass. He wrapped his other arm around her front and grasped her breasts as he began to move her toward the stairs. "How do you like my fingers up your ass?" he whispered hotly in her ear. He pushed his fingers in deep.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sara gasped in response. She felt him squeezing her breast as he used it for leverage to pump his fingers into her from behind.

Patrick walked her slowly to the steps, his fingers never leaving her hole. Then he slowly led her up the stairs.

Sara was breathing heavily now. With each step she felt Patrick's fingers move out and then back into her. She was like a rag doll in his arms. Her legs began to tremble and by the time they reached the top she was ready to collapse.

Patrick practically carried her into the bedroom. When they reached the bed he reluctantly pulled his fingers out and sat her down. Then he quickly stripped her naked before taking off his own clothes. He moved her to the center of the bed and crawled between her legs on his knees. His rock hard penis pulsed in front of him and there was a long string of his juice hanging from the swollen tip. He lifted Sara's legs and placed them on his shoulder as he moved closer.

Sara watched excitedly as he pressed his penis downward until it was pointing at her now pulsing rear hole. Suddenly her body was on fire and every nerve was tingling. She was ready.

Instead of plunging into her ass, Patrick slipped his long shaft into her sopping vagina. "Let me get it wet first," he gasped as the warm walls of her vagina caressed him.

"Ohhhhh," Sara groaned and closed her eyes. Her hips hunched up in reflex, forcing him to the bottom of her hole where her pooling juices coated his penis.

Patrick plunged in and out several times before abruptly pulling himself all the way out.

"Jesus," Sara gasped and her eyes flew open.

Now Patrick's penis was dripping with Sara's juice. He quickly lowered his penis again and touched the little rear hole, lifting her hips at the same time.

Sara closed her eyes again and tensed.

"Relax," Patrick whispered. He pressed downward and watched the tiny hole resist.

Sara bit her lip and her face scrunched up in anticipation of the pain.

Slowly her tiny hole began to open. Then, in one quick motion it swallowed the head, snapping shut under the crown.

Both of them gasped.

Patrick stopped his downward pressure. He watched Sara's face for signs of pain and waited for any signal to go ahead.

Sara was surprised that she had felt very little discomfort. She opened her eyes and looked between her legs. She saw that the head of Patrick's penis was no longer visible. She knew that the head had to be the toughest part. Her eyes met Patrick's and she saw a look of concern. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Fuck me!" Then she relaxed her sphincter muscles and lifted her hips.

The corners of Patrick's mouth turned up in a smile and he began to push again. Slowly his penis began to disappear. He could feel the walls of her canal squeezing the shaft as it inched deeper and deeper. He could feel Sara's tight hole reacting. However, instead of pushing him out, it felt like she was pulling him in.

Sara began to moan at the incredible feeling. She watched with half closed eyes as the long shaft disappeared into her body. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Instead of pain she felt only fullness and a feeling of being stretched. There was a tingling deep inside her bowels that sent an electric current through her entire body.

Patrick sighed when his balls touched her buttocks. He was all the way inside. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt like he could climax any second. He paused, waiting for Sara to adjust but also giving him a chance to settle down.

Now Sara's eyes were closed tight. Her breath was coming in great gasps.

Patrick eased Sara's legs around his waist. Slowly he lowered himself until he was lying on top of her. He brought his lips to hers.

Sara moaned deep in her throat and opened her mouth to his tongue. Now she was filled at both ends. Suddenly she wanted him to move. Her hips began to twitch upward.

Patrick pulled his lips away and he looked down at her face. He saw no pain, only lust. A smile came to his lips and he slowly pulled himself from her, lifting his hips until only the head of his penis was still inside. A second later he plunged back down.

"Ahhhhheeee!!!" Sara gasped as his penis went in as deeply as it could go.

Patrick began to pump his hips up and down slowly but firmly, feeling the tight hole opening and responding to him. Soon he was moving rapidly. The bedsprings began to squeak as his hips drove his long shaft into her now welcoming hole.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Sara gasped over and over. Her head flew back and forth and her hips lifted off the bed.

The room was quickly filled with the sounds of the two lovers rushing toward climax.

It was Patrick that reached his peak first. "Oh Jesus Sara, I can't wait anymore," he gasped. He wanted desperately to wait but the excitement of an entire day of teasing was too much for him.

"Yes, yes, yes, cum in me, cum in my assssss!!!" she screamed as her own climax rushed over her. It felt like an explosion, starting in her bowels and moving outward until her entire body was consumed. It was a climax unlike anything she had ever experienced.

"Oh God, I'm cummmmmiiiiiinnnnggg!!!" Patrick screamed as his balls began to unleash his sperm deep into her willing ass.

Sara could feel it. She could actually feel the warm sperm as it coated the walls of her anus. Her own climax intensified.

Both lovers froze, their bodies pressed tightly together, consumed in passion.

Chapter 8

The airport was a mess that afternoon. Brian's flight had been delayed for several hours and then cancelled. He was herded from one ticket counter to another until finally he found a flight that would get him home by 10 P.M. The delay was especially agonizing because of his desire to be with Sara. His thoughts had been consumed with her since their conversation that morning. She had described to him, in great detail, what she and Patrick had done. Unfortunately there had been no opportunity for him to relieve himself.

Now, as he exited the airport and got on the expressway he suddenly became apprehensive. What would he say to Patrick? What would their relationship be like now? The plan had worked even better than they had expected. Now he was also worried about how Sara's and his relationship would change. They had promised that it would not, but now he wondered if that promise could be kept. Like it or not, they would both have to face the consequences.

The house was unusually quiet as he unlocked the door and stepped inside. He thought for a moment about calling out to Sara. Instead he walked quietly to the stairs. He noticed that Patrick's door was closed and he almost sighed in relief. He guessed that he had gone to bed early. When he reached the bedroom, he found that door closed as well. He stopped suddenly and wondered if he should knock. Then he figured that that would be crazy. Slowly he turned the knob and pushed the door gently open. He peeked inside and saw that the room was dark with just the glow of a couple of candles. When his eyes adjusted he saw Sara on the bed. A smile spread across his face.

He put his suitcase down and walked over to stand at the bed. Sara's face was glowing in the flickering light as she stared up at him. She had on a white lace corset with matching nylons and no panties. She looked like an angel... a very sexy angel. Brian's already rapidly beating heart began to beat faster. He felt an immediate stirring in his groin.

"Go take your shower. I'll be waiting for you," she whispered.

Brian overcame the urge to strip right there and attack her. Without a word he turned and went into the bathroom. With lightning speed he stripped and jumped into the shower, not even waiting for the water to heat up. He scrubbed the grime of the day from his suddenly rejuvenated body. Then he dried himself and wrapped a towel around his waist. His hair was still damp and there were drops of water on the places that he had missed in his haste.

Sara was still in the same position when he came back into the room. She sat up and patted the bed next to her.

Brian dropped his towel and hurried onto the bed. However, when he tried to kiss her she pushed him back until he was lying down.

She smiled at him and gently kissed his lips. "I love you," she whispered. Before he could answer she kissed him passionately, her tongue rushing into his mouth. When she pulled away they were both breathing heavily. "Just relax," she whispered, "This is going be a special night for you."