Of Her Own Accord

She reached beneath her pillow, and took out a bottle of what looked like baby oil, which she had obviously put there earlier. The thought that this was all pre-planned added to my excitement.

She poured some into her hand and coated my prick with it. Then she poured more over my cock and started to massage it in. I had no idea why she was doing this, but as one hand continued moisturising my cock, the other started to rub oil around and into her arse hole.

She let me go, pushed me away and then turned over. She brought her knees up, so she had her head on the pillow face down, and her arse proud in the air. She reached behind her, and drenched herself in the oil. I could see her fingers making sure that plenty lubricated her back passage.

"Bugger me" she said, with her voice muffled, in the pillow, as she threw the almost empty bottle of baby oil onto the floor.

I had thought about this but never suggested it, because I thought she wouldn't go for it, and because I didn't want to hurt or upset her. Or make her think worse of me. But she had obviously thought about it herself.

I raised myself up, and taking myself in hand positioned myself at her rear opening. My cock was swimming in baby oil, as some of it had collected in the natural recess made by her anus. I pressed gently against the opening and felt resistance. So I paused, but she grunted again "bugger me." I firmly pressed my prick into her tight opening, and as my bell end, entered I heard her gasp. I don't know if it was in pain, or what, but I paused. She however jiggled her backside, to indicate that she wanted me to go on.

The muscles of her arse hole were gripping me tight, and I wondered if it would be too painful, for both of us, to continue, but as I applied more downwards pressure and entered her further, I felt her muscles release their hold, and I slipped in easily.

It was a weird and exciting feeling.

I rested for a moment with the majority of my length inside her arse, surrounded by baby oil. It felt very tight, and very warm, and incredibly enjoyable. I started to pump. Gently at first, with smooth slow movements, of only an inch, but before long, I was thrusting my whole length deep inside her and almost all the way out again.

I didn't know what she wanted me to do, so I shouted. "I'm coming." She responded by leaning backwards. One of her hands had moved very swiftly when I entered her to start playing with her clit again, and as I thrust my weight and length into her, forcing her face deeper into the pillow, I could just about make out the sounds of her enjoyment.

I needed no further encouragement, and for the second time in only a few minutes, I came. I could feel my juices explode into her. Encapsulated and entrapped within her arse. I could feel her shudder beneath me, as I came, and it must have coincided with an orgasm of her own, because her body went rigid, and then relaxed.

I stopped my frantic pounding of her arse and rested for a moment. I could feel cum dribbling from my prick head into her anal passage.

She started to wriggle, first pushing me away, and then when she had enough room, she slowly withdrew her arse from my prick. As I left her body, I was rewarded with the sight of her well reamed, red arsehole gaping wide.

She moved around me. I was slumped on my knees, almost comatose with relaxation. I felt so good. She twisted until she sat on the edge of the bed, and then she took my hand, and started to pull me upright.

Mobility returned and I stood. Without releasing my hand, I followed her to the bathroom.

I waited whilst she reached into the shower and adjusted the water flow, and then following her lead, stepped into the tub with her.

The water flowed over her shoulders and down onto my privates. She let go my hand and reached for some shower gel, which she poured over my semi-flaccid prick. She massaged and washed, until the water no longer resembled globules of oil, and an abundant lather encompassed my prick.

It was about this time, that I started to feel the need to urinate, but I didn't say anything.

She washed me thoroughly, making sure that anything that may have come from her body was gone, and then proceeded to wash the rest of my body.

I could see my dry spunk on her tits, so I took some shower gel, and started washing her. Taking special cares with her cunt, and arse.

My fingers kept slipping into her orifices, and I knew that she would be wet, if it were not for the water running. As it was her clean twat, kept grabbing and dragging my fingers, and I would swear I could hear squeaking.

We washed each other, taking the opportunity to touch each other in ways we had never really done before. I stuck two fingers up her resisting cunt, and caused her to wince, so I withdrew them. She played ring-a-roses with her finger around my arse hole. I rubbed my prick against her pubic hair, and when she leant over, against her tits.

But the urge to piss was becoming almost unbearable. Eventually, I had no option but to say something. "I've got to go to the loo," I said sheepishly.

She looked up at me, dripping wet, and smiled. "Go ahead" she said, and grabbed my prick.

Normally after I come, I shrink rapidly, but what with the shower, and my wife's proximity, I had retained quite a bit of hardness. It still moved with her hand, but there was the beginning of resistance.

It had been a hot day, and I had drunk a lot, and so, almost directly I allowed myself to relax, a stream of almost clear urine started. At first it was gentle, but it soon built up a bit of force, and she directed it against herself.

First my piss hit her tits. Each nipple in turn got a soaking. Then she directed the stream downwards, past her belly button to her cunt. When it reached her pubes, she moved inwards, and guided my prick and the urine stream into her cunt. I didn't go in far, just the tip, but I could see my urine bubbling out of her. She only held it there for a second or two before withdrawing it, and then she dragged my prick further downwards, until it was between her legs. She stretched herself, and suddenly her own piss erupted from her. I was so close; it covered her hand and my prick. I could feel it's wetness and warmth, and as I finished she continued to soak me. I lowered myself, until the whole off the bottom half of my body was getting a soaking, and she helped by twisting herself, and directing her own stream of piss as high as she could.

Soon it was over, and both our bladders were empty, but she still had hold of my prick. And it was getting harder.

We washed again, more shower gel, more lather, more touching, until we felt we were clean. Then she pushed me backwards until I rested against the wall and she crouched down. She had reached behind her and turned off the water, and had also picked up a hand mirror before she did so.

Very gently she took my cock into her mouth, and started to suck me off. I could see that she had moved the mirror so she could see exactly what was happening, whilst with the other hand she was playing with herself.

I could feel myself growing even further inside her mouth, and with each movement, I could feel myself becoming more excited. She sucked, and moved. She teased my cock head with her tongue, and moved in and out. She looked at herself, as my prick went deep into her mouth. She rubbed and tickled her clit, and I could imagine her wetness. She even inserted a bit of finger, into her quim, as she moved her head backwards and forwards, faster and faster.

I was also thrusting myself deeper and deeper and faster and faster as I face-fucked her. There was no stopping this time, not that she wanted to, and within a few minutes, I exploded into her mouth, I stopped moving, but she didn't. She continued to suck me off, swallowing every drop, which didn't escape, until I was completely finished.

I don't know if she came or not. But I think not. However, I think she enjoyed it, and so after washing again, we returned to the bedroom.

I was amazed. Even on our short honeymoon, I had never performed so often. Even in the first flush of our lust I had never performed so often, or at least not in so short a time.

We lay on the bed and I thought back.

I had come on her tits.

I had come in her arse.

I had come in her mouth.

She had wanked herself off downstairs, whilst I watched. The memory of her lying on the settee, with one leg on the sofa-back, the other on the floor, one hand holding her lips open, whilst the other hand massaged her clitoris, and two of my fingers inserted into her cunt, was intoxicating.

She had achieved orgasm by wanking in front of me.

Whilst watching herself fuck me.

When I had gone down on her and given her head.

And again when I buggered her.

No doubt she was still a bit worked up from when she sucked me off, and didn't come.

We had fucked, and buggered, and sucked, and wanked, I had eaten her and drank of her juices. But we hadn't made love.

I turned towards my wife and looked into her eyes. I gently moved towards her and kissed first one eyelid, and then the other. Then I nuzzled her ear, and moved around her face, dropping little kisses on her cheeks until I reached her mouth.

I tenderly kissed her lips, before gently and slowly tracing her mouth opening with my tongue.

I injected my tongue gently into her mouth and started to kiss her. Gently at first, but gradually with more passion. I reached over with one hand, whilst still kissing her, and started to tweak the nipple on her left breast, and then the right.

Still kissing, sometimes her eyes, sometimes her neck, sometimes her ears, most often her mouth, I reached down, and felt her pussy. Her fanny was wet and waiting, and astoundingly, I could feel that I was hard again.

I manoeuvred myself onto her, and gently entered her. I started to slowly and luxuriously move in and out. It was a very comfortable and gentle moment, as we started to pump against each other. My dick felt at home, and what we were doing felt right.

The thought entered my head that when we fucked, she had a cunt, and I had a prick, but when we made love, she had a fanny or a pussy and I had a dick. I remembered the pet name we had for our private parts. Mine was Fred. Hers was Mabel. We continued to make love.

It wasn't the greatest orgasm, either one of us, had ever had, but it was one of the nicest.

After we had finished and our breathing had recovered, we lay in each other's arms, completely sated, and I asked her, "what was all that about"?

She replied that it was the anniversary of the first time we had had sex.

Without being sexist, it's funny what women remember. I could remember our wedding anniversary, but I couldn't remember the date we met, or any of the other milestones in our relationship, like the first time I said I loved her, or the day I proposed.

I asked her, if it had felt awkward, because in our previous experiences of role-play, and attempts to spice up our sex life, it had often felt unreal and forced. On this occasion it had all been a surprise to me, I had just gone along with it, and so only had to worry about enjoying it. She admitted that there had been times, when it had felt strange. More worried about if it would work, than enjoying it. More worried about what I would think, than what I was doing to her, or she to me.

Anyway, we eventually drifted off to sleep. The last thought I remember having, with my slightly raw and ever so slightly painful penis lying flaccid and spent between my legs, and one hand rested on my wife's lower belly, so that a finger was nestled in her pubic hair making contact with her red, swollen and entirely relaxed fanny lips was that, "now she had taken the initiative once, would I have to wait another twenty eight years for it to happen again."