Kiera's Passion

Kiera's heightened sex drive didn't translate into a willingness to try new things. They pretty much stuck to the missionary position for the remainder of college, with Marco's efforts at variety rebuffed by her lack of curiosity. They did fall madly in love and were married shortly after graduation, deciding to settle in Boise. During their junior year, Angela met her future husband James and the four of them became close. It wasn't until after they were married that Kiera loosened the reins, exploring oral sex for the first time. Marco naturally encouraged her and was happy that he occasionally would lick her pussy and she would suck his cock.

Marco took a job with an international consulting firm, and often found himself on the road for two and even three weeks a month. His absences were hard on the couple, and he was grateful that Angela and James had decided to settle in Boise as well, so at least Kiera wasn't left home completely by herself. Their sex life had languished, which Marco chalked up to his busy travel schedule and the inevitable sameness of married sex.

He didn't know his life was about to change after he went on a weeklong trip to Amsterdam to call on one of his clients. His long trip back didn't bring him home until Saturday morning. When he walked into the house, exhausted, he knew something was amiss. Kiera was a neat freak by nature, with the home usually immaculate when he arrived home from a business trip. As he walked into the front door he noticed that the kitchen table hadn't been completely cleaned off and that there was a two day accumulation of dirty dishes and cooking utensils sitting unwashed in the kitchen sink and covering half of the small counter along with two empty wine bottles and two dirty wine glasses. He half expected Kiera to be waiting with a pot of hot coffee and a kiss. Instead, he was greeted with silence and a kitchen that looked like a frat house after a hard week of partying.

He walked up the stairs, surprised to see the bedroom door closed. Kiera rarely slept in and never slept with the bedroom door shut. As he walked into the bedroom he saw that she had just gotten out of bed and was trying to pull up her panties, her hair disheveled and her spectacular tits hanging free. He could have sworn she had a "just fucked" look that he found incredibly sexy. If he was the suspicious type he would have checked the closet and the bathroom for another man.

"This place is a fucking mess and so are you. Is there someone else here?" he asked in a playful, but half-serious tone of voice.

"No ... no ... it's just me. I'm so sorry the house is a mess. I was just tired from the work week and I think I just dozed off last night." The lie was unconvincing, but Marco shrugged it off as his penis was pushing against his trousers.

"Don't you want to kiss me? I've been gone for a week," Marco said, making an exaggerated pucker with his lips. Kiera pulled up her panties and went to her husband, her full, rounded tits seductively bouncing with each step. Her husband pulled her close, pressing her bare breasts tight against his silky smooth golf shirt, as he passionately kissed his still startled wife.

Kiera now started to respond in kind, parrying her tongue with his as the passion of the kiss overtook any desire for conversation. Marco pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his muscular chest, then stripped off his shoes and the remainder of his clothes. Instead of leading him to the bed, the blonde led him to the shower. She turned on the shower, taking off her panties and flinging them to the floor. As steam started rising from the floor the couple entered the shower, resuming their passionate kiss as the spray of the water hit their faces. Kiera soaped her hands and reached down, gripping his penis, the soap slickened hands sliding up and down the shaft, eliciting a groan from a surprised and grateful husband. As the water washed the soap off, Kiera knelt in the oversized stall, taking the head of his cock into his mouth, and then using her hands to grip the back of his ass to pull her head forward until she gagged, with half of the shaft inside her mouth.

As Kiera pulled off, gasping for breath, a long trail of saliva dripped off her chin, the shower spray washing it down the drain.

"Jesus fucking Christ, what's gotten into you?" Marco asked. He was wondering if maybe somebody else had possessed his wife's body.

Still on her knees, Kiera said in a soft voice, barely audible above the sound of the shower. "I don't know. I guess I really missed you."

"Fuck, I need to go on more business trips. Please don't let me stop you."

Kiera resumed fellating her husband, each time taking more and more of his cock in her mouth. Although she wasn't able to take it all, she took in more than she ever had, with her starting to learn how to suppress her gag reflex.

Marco pulled back, his erect penis bobbing as it exited Kiera's mouth. "We've got to stop this. I'm so close to cumming."

Kiera looked up as their eyes met. "I want you," said Kiera, her long strawberry blonde hair now perfectly straight and dripping water and her knees imprinted with the pattern of the tile floor.

"Come here you sexy bitch," her dark haired husband told her as he pulled her up to kiss her once again.

Chapter Four

The First Step

Kiera was convinced that her parents only had sex twice - once to conceive her older sister and once to conceive her. She wasn't allowed to buy Cosmopolitan and didn't wear make-up, despite her constant complaints, until she was a junior in high school. Her parents dragged her to church every Sunday and insisted that she go to bible camp every summer until she was fourteen. Despite their best efforts, Kiera's sometimes adventurous tendencies brought her to heavy petting with her boyfriend and drinking and even an occasional cigarette (she never understood the attraction of smoking).

Her older sister blazed the trail to freedom, going east to Lafayette College to run track. Her parents reluctantly agreed to allow Kiera to apply to the University of Idaho after she found out her best friend Angela was applying there. Kiera was, of course, delighted that she was admitted, and even more delighted when she saw the bevy of handsome men in her freshman class.

She immediately spotted Marco in her freshman English class, his wavy dark hair on his tall frame standing out in the crowded classroom. She felt an overwhelming compulsion to meet him and decided to get close to him when the session ended. She managed to jostle her way through the throng of students after the class ended to be right next to him as they squeezed through the exit.

She bumped into Marco, causing him to look over at her. "So sorry."

"That's all right," he replied. Kiera could see close up his hazel colored eyes and his wavy black hair. He was handsome and exotic to her. Her pulse quickened.

"Kiera," she said as they were inches from each other.

"Marco," he replied. His name and his New Jersey accent reinforced the blonde's perception of him as new and exciting. Marco was equally drawn to this attractive girl with a decidedly Midwestern twang to her voice. But was she Italian?

"Kiera. That's a lovely name. Are you Italian?" he asked as they peeled off to a less busy party of the corridor.

"My father. My mother's Irish."

"Ahhh, that explains the strawberry blonde hair."

"That's my mom."

From that innocuous introduction, the two became inseparable. Marco was patient with Kiera, never pushing her outside her comfort zone. After several months of kissing and heavy petting the blonde finally felt ready to try intercourse, although she feared the pain of his large cock. On a cold winter night, Marco's roommates were sent away so that the couple could have his room for the night. He was gentle, rubbing the head of his cock against her weeping slit, as he pushed forward between her spread legs. She felt a searing pain as his penis entered her, but the pain soon subsided to a dull ache as he gingerly worked his penis in an out of her vagina.

Memories of her first time flooded back as Kiera now pondered her first foray into anal sex. Marco was one raw nerve after her mouth and tongue made love to his dick. He knew that something was up, but didn't know exactly what was in store for him. He watched as his wife, with damp hair and traces of water reflecting off her pale white skin, climbed up on the bed, laying on her back and raising her knees. His eyes were wide open as she slowly opened her legs, beckoning him with her pussy, glistening with droplets of water and her fragrant juices. He crawled forward on the bed, plunging his head between her legs, greedily sucking on and licking her petals as she started to softly call his name.

He moved up and down, laving her pussy and clit with his tongue until she screamed, arching her back and rocking her head from side to side as he brought her to a sizzling orgasm. He rested for a minute, catching his breath, as he watched her chest heave from her release. Refreshed, he started moving his body towards the head of the bed, preparing to enter her in the missionary position when she said 'Wait."

He raised his head up. They had been together over ten years and she had never interrupted him in this pattern of oral sex to missionary position intercourse. She reached forward with her hands, placing them on the backside of her thighs, drawing them towards her chest and exposing her rosebud to him.

"Lick me lower," she whispered. Marco's cock pulsed when he realized she wanted him to rim her ass. He had experience with ass play only once, and that was many years ago with a much older woman. Now he knew why Kiera was so aroused. She was ready for anal sex.

Kiera could barely contain her excitement, the smutty video still fresh in her mind. She knew that her fingers rimming her ass was most pleasurable, and that Marco's tongue would bring her to greater heights. Her husband eyed her pucker, winking at him as her anus clenched and unclenched in anticipation of his touch. He used his hands to spread her cheeks wider, then traced around the outside edge of her asshole with the tip of his tongue.

The excitement of the first time, combined with the taboo nature of the act, rocketed Kiera to another orgasm, her body thrashing about the bed. Marco dropped one hand to stroke his rock hard dick as he continued to rim her asshole.

"Yes ... yes ... yes," cried Kiera as her body was afire with forbidden pleasure. "Fuck me with your tongue."

Marco stiffened his tongue, pushing her anus open, then squeezing in the tight opening.

"Ahhhhhh," the blonde moaned as her virgin hole was penetrated.

Marco's tongue didn't go further. He pulled out. "Relax baby."

Kiera took a deep breath, and on the exhale let go of her nervous tension. Marco could see a small opening that he widened using his hands, His tongue went in almost two inches.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as the velvety soft tongue massaged the inner walls of her ass. "This is soooo fucking good." She used the flat of her palm to rub her pussy and clit. The result was epic. She expelled a fair amount of liquid, spraying Marco's hair and face.

Marco raised his head upon feeling it rain pussy juice. "Fuck baby, you squirted!" He lowered his head, cleaning her pussy with his tongue, the tangy juice coating the inside of his mouth.

Kiera gathered herself and sat up. "Roll over on your back. I've got a treat for you."

Marco rolled over, his cock jutting up in the air, purple and engorged. His grateful wife inhaled his cock in her mouth, pumping the shaft with her right hand and pushing the head to the back of her throat.

"Fuck yes ... fuck yes" he shouted as his thighs began quivering.

Kiera wanted his cum. "Give it to me baby," she exhorted.

"Uhhh ... uhhh ... uhhhh," he grunted as rope after rope of cum fired into her mouth.

She sucked his sensitive cock one more time, using her lips to grip his penis, vacuuming the remnants of his orgasm.

"Oh fuck babe. That was amazing." Marco flopped his head back and closed his eyes. "Whatever happened to you when I was gone, I'm all for it."

"I'll tell you later."

Within minutes they were both softly snoring.

Chapter Five

The Secret Revealed

Marco was no fool. He let Kiera sleep, allowing her to tell him her secret when she was ready. He had just had the hottest, dirtiest sex of his life. He was hoping they could reboot their sex life but never dreamed that his wife would initiate anal sex.

Hours later Kiera woke up refreshed, her body still tingling. She stretched her arms upward, yawning audibly. Marco was downstairs making grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. He had a college football game playing on the living room television. Kiera went into their closet and picked out one of Marco's white dress shirts. She put it on, unbuttoned, and nothing else. She went down the stairs to find her husband.

"Hey sleepy head," Marco said, turning his head away from the stove to see his sexy wife in his unbuttoned shirt. Her breasts were clearly visible. His cock was already tenting his gym shorts.

"What're you making?" she asked, hearing the bread sizzle in the pan.

"Your favorite, grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup." The soup was simmering on the back burner. Marco was now convinced that his wife's body was possessed by a porn star.

Marco flipped the sandwiches onto small plates and ladled two bowls of soup. Kiera sat at the kitchen table, waiting to be served. Marco put the food on the table and then sat down across from his lovely wife, wondering why his shirt looked better on her. Her massive cleavage provided the answer.

Marco sipped a spoonful of the hot soup. "So c'mon Kiera, tell me what's up."

"Is something up?" she asked. She lifted up her bare foot and reached under the table to rest it against his crotch. The head of Marco's hard cock was poking out from the top of his gym shorts.

"I guess there is," she said, before he had a chance to answer.

Marco pushed his sandwich aside. "Seriously, did you kidnap my wife? I'd like to see her."

Kiera pulled her shirt open to bare her breasts. "Don't you recognize me?"

"You know what I mean," her husband said, loving what was going on but at the same time slightly worried. "Is there somebody else or what?"

Kiera realized she was coming on strong, which was completely out of character. She had to decide if she was going to tell him the real reason. She figured she'd tell him sooner or later, so she decided on sooner.

"It's something Angela shared with me," she finally said.

"Angela?"

Marco was bewildered. Was his wife having sex with her best friend? Or what?

"She lent me something," Kiera said, circling in on the truth.

"Like her sex drive?" Marco joked.

"Kind of," said Kiera. "She lent me a DVD."

It all became clear to Marco. It was a DVD about anal sex.

"Can I see it?" Marco asked. Lunch was forgotten.

The boulder was already rolling downhill . . . fast. Kiera realized whatever was going to happen was going to happen that afternoon. She got up and took her husband's hand.

"Let's go upstairs."

* * *

Marco watched as his wife rifled through her underwear drawer, fishing out a DVD case. She handed it to her husband without saying a word.

"Busty Blonde's Backdoor Fantasy," Marco said, reading the DVD's jacket. He stared at the picture of an African-American man drilling the ass of a big-titted blonde. His cock twitched in his shorts.

He looked at his wife and her big breasts. "The 'Busty Blonde,' is that you?"

Kiera rolled her eyeballs. "It's my fantasy," she confessed, slightly embarrassed.

Marco took the DVD out of the case. "Mind if I put this in? I'd guess from my greeting this morning that you've already watched it."

Kiera's eyes went downward. "Three times."

"Let's make it four," he said, putting it into the DVD player. He plumped up the pillows and the bed and sat on the bed, leaning back on them. He patted her spot in bed. "Saving a seat here for you babe."

As the first scene cued up, with the gardener entering the house, Kiera was already excited, knowing what was going to happen. She coaxed her husband to lift up his hips so she could slide off his gym shorts. His cock was hard and leaking. She pumped it with her hand as the two of them had their eyes glued to the television screen. Marco's hand went inside Kiera's shirt, pushing aside the panels to expose her breasts completely.

"Pinch my nipples honey," Kiera said as she watched the gardener go down on the busty blonde housewife.

This was a whole new world (and a better one) for Marco. He readily acceded to his wife's request, squeezing her rock hard nipple between two fingers. He fought to keep his eyes open as his wife fondled his cock, squeezing precum out of the tip.

Kiera was focused on the video. She tapped her husband's thigh, as his eyes were closed. He saw that the gardener had his face mashed against the blonde's big booty. Kiera got on her hands and knees, her eyes still on the screen. Marco copied the action on the screen, pushing his face between Kiera's ample ass cheeks and poking his tongue into her asshole. The wet tongue sent a bolt of electricity directly to Kiera's clit, which was throbbing almost painfully. Her hand went between her legs to rub it while her husband was eating out her ass. The moment she touched her clit she came, squeezing the air out of her lungs.

"Holy shit!" Kiera screamed. The tongue in her ass sent her into the stratosphere. Marco was beating off and licking his wife's ass. He was oblivious to the action on the television.

Kiera turned over on her back and pulled back her knees to show Marco what she wanted. Marco knew it wasn't his tongue she was asking for. He spit on his hand and rubbed the saliva on his pulsing cock. He knelt on front of his wife. He could see that the hulking African-American man on the screen was fucking the blonde up the ass. He gripped his cock and pushed it against Kiera's pucker. Her first reaction was to tense up.

"Relax babe," Marco said, pumping his cock. The visual of his wife on her back, knees drawn back, begging for an anal fuck, made him groan with pleasure.

Kiera tried to relax, but knew that her husband's big cock would hurt. She used her hands to pull her ass cheeks apart, creating a small gape. The head of Marco's thick tool stretched open Kiera's anus. She gasped and fell backward.

"It's too big honey . . . it's too big," she said, sucking air. The pain was sharp and raw.

"Sorry babe," Marco said, pulling back. Even getting in the tip was pleasurable.

Kiera took two deep breaths. She'd gone this far, so she was (no pun intended) "all in."

"Try again," she said.

This time Marco wet two fingers in her drenched pussy and then rimmed her anus with them, pushing them in.

"Ooooh," Kiera moaned. This penetration was pleasurable. He pumped the two fingers into her until her anal ring relaxed, then inserted a third. Now Kiera felt full, and the slight twinge of pain was masked by pleasure. Marco sensed it was time to try again. He positioned his cock at her backdoor, this time pushing past her anal ring. The first few inches slid in.

"Oh my God. You're so big," Keira gasped, but this time she didn't pull away. Instead she pushed towards him until he was balls deep. Marco had to squeeze his eyes shut and concentrate so he didn't cum right away. Keira's back channel felt like a velvet lined vise. She felt incredibly full. The pain dulled and the pleasure took hold.

She issued a long, guttural moan. "Gawwwwd," she exhaled during panting breaths.

This was what she was missing. It was a deep, full body orgasm. Her legs shook violently. Marco was watching his wife cum, which triggered his own orgasm, unloading his seed deep in her bowels. He fell back on the bed while his wife's body shuddered.