Mandy's Sexcapade: Anal Virgin No More

Her expression was angelic. "I'm reading about it in my romance novel." I was about to utter a crude comment when she continued animatedly, "I have to be honest, babe. It actually felt good when you were in... there... at first." My eyes widened. "But then I got kind of scared," she confessed, "and it started to hurt, and I felt like I was losing control of my body and that everything inside was going to shoot out. I know, TMI, right?" Before I could even respond, Amanda became much more subdued and added, "Not to sound ever more disgusting, but I also read that kissing and licking a woman back there can help to inhibit those reflexes before anal penetration. If you do it the right way." She paused to let that sink in.

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the amount of information that Amanda was presenting me. But while I had never rimmed her before, the mere fact that she was bringing it up was very appealing in a depraved sort of way. "Yea? So that's what you've been reading in your smut romance novels, eh?"

Amanda burst out laughing again. "I know, right?"

Our conversation had me hard as a rock, and even though I was smart enough to realize that we weren't going to attempt anal sex again just yet, I figured that we were, at the very least, going to indulge in some very incredible morning sex. But Amanda glanced at the time and exclaimed, "Omigod! I'm going to be late." It was early Sunday morning, which meant it was time for her to meet with her training group for another 10 mile run in the hills.

I groaned as she rolled out of bed. "Why don't you show up a little late? Or, better yet, why don't you not show up at all, and stay here with me? I got a really bad itch that only you can scratch."

Amanda leveled me with another one of her patented stunning smiles. She was wearing one of my old, raggedy concert t-shirts as a nightie, and nothing else save for a pair of pink panties. They were cut in the "boyshort" style, which complemented her athletic frame and hugged the curves of her bottom perfectly. Most women who dressed themselves nicely couldn't compare with my wife's natural beauty first thing in the morning.

"Tempting," she responded impudently, "but running the trails with my team gives me a better workout than you do in bed!"

I feigned feeling insulted as Amanda grinned. Then I happily watched her strip naked and don her running attire: a snug sports bra and tight leggings, an outfit that would undoubtedly cause anyone within a 100ft radius to stare at her and drool. My wife tied her hair into a cute ponytail and kissed me on the lips, and I stared longingly at her beautiful ass as she swiftly departed to meet her training group.

Before Amanda could leave, however, I called her name and she halted. Communication was the key to any relationship, and I told her, "I'm really sorry for hurting you yesterday."

My wife touched her forehead to mine. "I know," she responded tenderly. "It's ok, babe. We didn't know what we were doing and, like I said, I was scared and couldn't relax." Then she smirked. "And you're just so big that I couldn't fit you."

I sighed and gazed at Amanda in adoration. I freely admitted that my manhood was average-sized and not some overgrown monstrosity, and knew that she was exaggerating simply to assuage my guilt. The gesture warmed my heart, and I hugged my wife fiercely, afraid to let go because I knew I didn't deserve her. "I love you so much, Mandy."

"I love you, too. At least we'll know better for next time." She turned and was suddenly gone.

Next time?

Amanda's offhand comment gave me hope, and that hope gave me an erection as I remained in bed to daydream about being balls-deep in her fantastic ass.

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"Next time", unfortunately, didn't arrive for a long time.

Weeks later, I found myself at the gym with Amanda. She was clad in her customary sports bra and leggings again, which I had come to seriously fetishize over time. While we normally spent about 2 hours here, we usually separated to pursue our own goals. I concentrated more on upper body strengthening, while my wife's regimen focused more on lower body and toning.

I was currently seated in a chest press machine, but Amanda was just approaching the "Roman chair", much to my delight. She placed her cell phone and water bottle on the matted floor. After climbing in, my wife aligned herself at about a 45 degree angle to the ground with her back straight and arms crossed in an "X" over her ample chest. Then, flexing at the waist, Amanda formed a perfect upside "V" before extending back to her original position. This particular workout targeted her lower back and gluteal muscles... and also gave me an unimpeded view of her incredible ass every time she bent forward.

There were always plenty of hard female bodies at the gym flaunting their sexy skin, but I hardly noticed them when my wife was around.

The "Roman chair" was stationed at the front of the gym in clear view. I humorously wondered if its strategic location had been on purpose as I ceased my exercise to stare at Amanda's toned ass. She was making me hard, and I almost didn't care if anyone noticed. Suddenly feeling mischievous, I withdrew my cellphone and sent her a playful text.

I'm staring at your ass right now, and I'm using it as inspiration for my workout.

Amanda's cellphone vibrated, and I watched as she paused to retrieve it. After reading my message, she responded without turning back to me: Good. Because I have a surprise for you later! LOL!

Oh, how my wife loved to tease! But this time, I wasn't falling for it. I purposefully waited before adding: There's now a bunch of guys staring at your ass with me. Should I charge them admission? Shit, the dude next to me looks like he's about to blow his load!

Amanda's ponytail flapped adorably as she shook her head in exasperation. Whatever. She tossed her cell phone back onto the floor.

I laughed and resumed my workout, but my eyes didn't stray from my wife's incredible bottom as she continued hers.

Nor did the eyes of the numerous men around me.

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Amanda and I stripped our sweaty gym close off when we arrived home and immediately hopped in the shower together. There probably wasn't anything I enjoyed more in life--- aside from making love to my beautiful wife and staring at her incredible ass--- than bathing with her. The combination of being wet and naked with Amanda was a wonderful thing, indeed!

Amanda closed her eyes as she shampooed her hair. Lathering my hands with a bar of soap, I pressed my crotch into her bottom as I reached around to soap her engorged tits. At 34c, they were a handful and extremely firm, but were too slippery as I tried to squeeze them hard... which only fanned my lust even more. My wife cooed softly and smiled, but remained silent and allowed me to continue.

My hands covered the entire front of her body with suds, working from her illustrious breasts and down to her tummy, where I lightly scoured the impressive ridges of her abdominal muscles with my fingertips. From there, I felt the smooth curves of her hips and the firmness of her muscular thighs. I then traced back around and found my hands on Amanda's bottom.

God... that ass again! I couldn't get enough of it; I was obsessed with it!

The soap had rinsed from my hands, but that didn't prevent me from rubbing my palms all over Amanda's ass. It was exquisitely toned like the rest of her body and, literally, resembled a work of art as the glistening water flowed over it. Unable to help myself, I pinned the underside of my rock-hard erection along her vertical crease.

I brought my lips close to her ear. "Remember what you did to me in the kitchen... what you did to me with your ass? Fuck, that drove me so crazy."

Amanda giggled as she slowly began to undulate her bottom against my crotch in a very sensual, stimulating way. "I remember," she answered quietly. "You were so hard for me..."

"Just like I am now." I started to meet her movements with my own, and knew that I would cum before too long.

My wife knew it, too. "Cum all over my ass," she breathed softly.

That was the awesome thing about shower sex. We were always wildly adventuresome in the bedroom, but my wife was often willing to be much more depraved here in the shower. Save for under the bright sun and clear blue sky, there was no other place where we enjoyed having sex more. Not to mention, there was just something very practical about being able to clean up immediately after making a filthy mess!

But as I considered jacking off all over Amanda's scrumptious ass after using it to masturbate, I suddenly recalled the comment she had made about rimming. We had never discussed it again, but her curiosity was obvious; clearly, she wanted to experience it. And while I wanted to keep our sex life fresh, more than anything I just wanted to make my wonderful wife happy.

Amanda knew I was fixated on her ass, and well aware how I loved to dry hump it and jack off all over her bare skin. That was why she was so surprised when I pulled away. "What are you doing?"

My wife loved dirty sex talk, so I didn't hold back. "I'm going to kiss that pretty ass of yours, then I'm going to lick your asshole before I shove my tongue in it."

Amanda started to turn around. "Omigod, babe, you're so silly. I was only joking when I said---"

But I spun her back around so quickly that she yelped. "I told you, Mandy: I'm going to kiss that pretty ass of yours... then I'm going to lick your asshole before I shove my tongue in it."

Amanda's puckered hole was suddenly staring at me as I spread her asscheeks. I had never examined it so closely, and it actually winked at me like an eye as she attempted to control her excitement. My mouth watered.

I gave my wife's anus a long, slow lick.

"Omigod..." she breathed.

To be honest, I had to fight back some initial revulsion as the tip of my tongue made contact with Amanda's backdoor entrance. The mere thought of rimming someone, even my wife, would've been disgusting to me not that long ago, but now, as I pleasured her, I harbored no abhorrence. In fact, her ass tasted the same as her lips or her pussy.

Sweet and delicious.

Suddenly ravenous and perhaps a little crazed from adrenaline, I stretched Amanda's asscheeks even further apart and buried my face between them, eating her ass like a starving man at a banquet. Amanda's entire body twitched as I rolled my tongue and inserted it, and her shrill squeal of enthusiasm only emboldened me.

Why haven't I done this sooner?

But just like I had surprised Amanda moments ago by pulling away, now she did the same to me. "Let's go to the bedroom," she insisted.

I shook my head emphatically; I was having too much fun to stop and relocate.

"Trust me, I'm enjoying this way more than you are, but I have a surprise for you." She smiled mischievously. "I promise it'll be worth your while."

How could I possibly argue? I quickly jumped out of the shower and retrieved a towel before Amanda shut the water off. Then I savored the moment as I toweled her off before drying myself, and excitedly led her to our bedroom.

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When we reached the bedroom, Amanda immediately crawled onto our bed on all 4's. With her bare bottom presented to me so irresistibly, I knelt onto the carpet and buried my face into her behind again. My hunger returned instantly.

"Babe, what's gotten into you?" There was amusement in her voice from my unbridled enthusiasm, but I knew she was as excited from the anal play as I was.

My response was a dull murmur into her nether region.

I licked and slurped noisily. My inhibitions had totally dissipated as I rimmed my wife with the same fervor as if I was kissing her or performing cunnilingus. But Amanda suddenly shifted, prostrating herself on the bed with her face turned as she reached back to spread her asscheeks for me. Her anus was gaping now, and it wasn't seizing as uncontrollably as before. I lathered it with my tongue until she called out softly, "Use your finger."

Damn, she really IS into it!

I happily pounced onto the bed next to my wife. But I didn't immediately finger her anus. Instead, I caught her off guard by gently rubbing her clit, which was already engorged and as hard as my cock. Amanda cooed and involuntarily waggled her ass before my adoring eyes in response. As bottom undulated hypnotically, I slipped 2 fingers into her slick pussy.

Amanda sighed contently, but it wasn't her pussy that required attention today.

Keeping both fingers inside her vagina, I stuck the index finger of my other hand into my mouth to wet it. Amanda's eyes were closed and the side of her pretty face remained resting on the mattress, so she didn't see me poke my glistening digit into her ass. Her entire body trembled and her sphincter muscles contracted upon insertion.

I almost pulled out, but a 6^th senses told me to hold. So I waited breathlessly, gauging Amanda's reaction by the rapid rising and falling of her shoulders. Her internal muscles clenched around my fingers like some kind of obscene Chinese finger trap, but gradually relaxed as did her breathing. Taking this as a sign, I began sliding my fingers in and out of both holes in an alternating motion, careful to keep a steady but gentle rhythm.

Amanda expressed spiritedly, "I never knew this could feel so good!"

I nimbly attempted to slide my middle finger into her anus along with my index finger. But my wife was still tight in her backdoor in stark contrast to her pussy, which was so wet and loose that I could've driven a truck into it! Her anus tightened instantaneously as the tip of my middle finger merely pressed against its outer rim. I continued with just 1 finger, but Amanda truly did have a surprise for me.

As I probed both holes, Amanda reached under a pillow and withdrew a bottle of personal lubricant and a set of anal beads! Shaped like a sword, the sex toy was lavender in color and composed entirely of flexible silicone. The first bead was only the size of a pea, but each subsequent one was slightly bigger until they culminated into a large ring-handle that was intended to guard against injury from over-penetration.

She handed me the latter to me and instructed softly, "Use this."

I immediately withdrew from her vagina and anus to slather the anal beads with lubricant. My heart was thundering in my chest, as I knew that, despite the countless sexual adventures we had enjoyed together, this was a huge step for her... for us. I pressed the tip to her rear entrance.

"Are you ready for this, Mandy?"

She looked back at me and nodded.

I slipped the sex toy into her ass.

Amanda exhaled sharply, but didn't flinch. I inserted only 2 beads and paused to let her body adjust. When she didn't react negatively, I began gliding them in and out of her anus. Gradually--- and very slowly--- I penetrated more deeply until she was able to comfortably accommodate about half of the sword-shaped sex toy.

Amanda's clenched the bedsheets, but maintained control of her body and of the situation. "Right there, babe... right there."

I went no further than driving halfway into her ass. Amanda writhed rapturously as the beads rubbed against her sphincter walls and stretched her back door. Once I had established her comfort zone, I reached under to touch my wife... to massage her engorged clit... to trace my fingertips along the ridges of her inspiring 6-pack... to play with her swollen breasts and tweak her nipples as her magnificent breasts dangled like udders.

Amanda moaned loudly.

My cock normally craved to be inside of her... mouth, pussy, ass, it didn't matter... but the sight Amanda prostrated on our bed and succumbing to anal pleasure provided me with more joy than anything else could have. My free hand shifted from her firm breasts back to her pussy again as I continued to slide the anal beads in her anus. I could fit almost my entire fist into my wife's pussy on a typical day, but my 2 fingers were, literally, in a fierce competition with the sex toy for space in her body!

But the competition didn't last long.

I plunged my digits and anal beads into both holes several more times before Amanda suddenly arched her back towards the ceiling and shuddered before collapsing onto our bed prone. My fingers glistened as did the sex toy that I held in my opposite hand. Grinning, I scooted next to my wife and playfully nuzzled my nose at the base of her neck. It wasn't until Amanda rolled onto her back to regard me solemnly that I noticed the huge wet spot on the bedsheets.

She had climaxed in a serious way!

Amanda shifted onto her side as I lay next to her and embraced her from behind. In a spoon position that was so unbelievably comfortable, her firm button pressed into my crotch. I savored the warm touch of her body against mine, and knowing that I had pleased the woman whom I loved more than anything in the world, save our son, left me deeply satisfied.

We basked in that soothing state between sleep and wakefulness for a while until Amanda snapped me wide awake with a whisper: "I'm ready to try it again."

At first, I assumed that she merely wanted me to use the dildo on her ass or rim her again, which I would've been more than happy to do. But the tone of her voice indicated something more. My heart suddenly beat faster with excitement. "Mandy, are you sure? I mean, after what happened last time..."

She rolled to face me. "I'm still a little nervous. But I think I'm ready this time."

I repeated her statement in my mind. I'm still a little nervous. But I think I'm ready this time.

She did not sound ready.

"I don't know," I began with uncertainty. "You never wanted to try anal until I kept begging and begging, and finally talked you into it. And you hated every minute of it."

"I wouldn't say that I hated it, babe," Amanda conceded. "I will admit that we weren't prepared, but we know better now. Using the beads and your fingers back there stretched me without pain, and rimming definitely relaxed my muscles." It was endearing how she spoke about anal play in such a clinical tone. "I feel like I have control of my body now." She looked at me hard. "This time, I'm ready."

I could still discern a considerable amount of trepidation beneath her solemn exterior, and it broke my heart to realize that Mandy didn't really want to try it again, but was willing to let me sodomize her once more out of pure love.

"God, I love you, Mandy. I don't deserve you." I shook my head without any regrets. "I can't."

"What if I told you that I want it, too? Badly."

"I would say that I don't believe you.

Amanda reached between my legs and made me completely hard with only 2 swift strokes. "You've never be able to say 'no' to be before, and I don't want you to start getting in the habit!"

The moment of levity made us laugh, and we pressed our foreheads together in another sign of unyielding love. "Mandy, are you really sure about this? I don't want to hurt you again, and I sure as hell don't want you to hate me."

"I'm sure, babe. I wouldn't be offering if I wasn't, you know that. And I could never hate you. Just used the lubricant... and be gentle with me."

Amanda slowly reassumed her prostrated position with a feline gracefulness. Taking the bottle of personal lubricant, I scooted behind where her incomparable ass awaited me. I leaned down to give her right cheek an affectionate kiss and then a light, playful slap. She giggled and teased me by wiggling her bottom; a sexy invitation, to say the least!