Marrying My Anal Wife Pt. 01

Chance clenched the bedsheets in his balled up fists. The non-stop sensations of Sheila's mouth on his cock was bringing him back to the edge, and very soon he would go over again.

"Sheila, baby... I'm gonna shoot again..." Chance gasped desperately.

This made Sheila work even harder. She moved between fluttering her tongue across the head of Chance's cock and drawing her tongue all the way along each side. When he felt his loins start to tighten, she took him as deep into her mouth as she could and started sucking for all she was worth.

"Here... it comes..." Chance grunted through clenched teeth.

Sheila braced herself against Chance's bucking hips and did her best to hold his cock in her mouth. She felt the first scalding hot spurt hit the back of her mouth, and she moved up a bit to catch some of his pure essence on her tongue and truly taste him. She held on until the final spurts of cum trickled out. Using her tongue, she tickled the opening of urethra to get every last drop as she could.

Sheila sat up, her mouth still full of Chance's jizz. She savored the taste, swirling it across her tongue, before swallowing it in a loud gulp.

"Now we're even..." She smiled mischievously, "But we aren't even close to being done..."

From the time they checked into their honeymoon suite until dinner the next day, they didn't leave the bed. Almost twelve solid hours of unbridled fucking.

They found out they were both equally as kinky, and their sex life was opening up into something extraordinary. It took some work at first, but soon they figured out what worked for the two of them, and what didn't. They delved into all the positions they could, and whenever Chance wasn't buried balls deep into Sheila's hungry cunt, she worked hard to get as much of his cock sheathed into her throat. After the equivalent of a full day of fucking, Sheila had so much cum in her stomach, she never really felt hungry. Even more was dripping from her sopping pussy. Before this night, her pussy was unsoiled, but she could no longer remember what it felt like before having Chance's ten-inch pole spearing it open. Finally, they had realized that their bodies wouldn't survive on sex alone, and decided to rest up and have some real food for a change.

Over dinner, Sheila had realized they never really thought about protection. There was no need for it before, and they never needed to worry about it until then. But having so much cum pumped into her, and realizing their libidos remained unabated, she knew this was something they had to talk about.

"Chance, baby. We can't keep this up the whole time." She said thoughtfully.

"You're right, hon. We need to find some time to eat and hydrate while we fuck." He smirked at her.

"I'm serious Chance!" She squealed as she slapped him, trying to be mad at him, but failing. "I'm worried you might get me pregnant. I can't see how I can get pills right now, so you'd better have some condoms. I don't think we can handle a kid right now..."

Chance was silent with the realization of her statement. She was right, they had too many plans ahead of them to risk having a kid right then. And there was the physical aspect to it. After years of holding back, he had finally experienced the wonderful, moist warmth of his wife's velvety cunt. He wasn't sure he wanted the feel of her succulent pussy's grip to be marred by latex. He stared at her as she fiddled with her food, looking for an answer, his thoughts evident on his face.

"There is one thing we haven't tried..." Sheila said quietly. "I haven't taken you in my ass..."

Chance nearly choked as she said this.

"Umm... Where did you learn about that...?" He said as he recovered.

"Girls talk too. We may not have been having sex, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to know about it," She replied sheepishly.

Chance suddenly felt a heat rise up in him, and he desperately needed to finish dinner. Even with the previous day's activities, he was suddenly primed and ready to take on some more action. His new wife had just willingly invited him to take what most men could only covet. He'd heard about this talking with his friends, of course. But it was often in hushed tones, or as something that their partners withheld. Yet here he was, getting it offered to him on a silver platter.

He cleared his throat and stood up, the tableware almost sent flying.

"I uh... I gotta go use the bathroom. Be right back!" He stammered.

Sheila looked at him with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, wondering what he was doing. She wondered if she had done the right thing in offering, but more than that, she was wondering if she was ready to offer her most intimate cavity. He already felt huge in her pussy, could her ass really take it?

But before these doubts could take a hold, Chance finally rushed back, frantically signaling the server to put their dinner on their room's tab. He tried his best to calmly offer his lovely wife his arm and invite her back to their room.

Sheila almost giggled at the obvious fervor that Chance was trying to play off. While she still had her reservations, she was calmed and enamored by the thought that her husband could want her even more than he had shown her the previous night. A warm tingle started to spread across her crotch, her nether lips starting to leak and stick to her soft cotton panties. She had never thought that this mix of fear, anticipation, and ardor shown by her husband could stir her loins this much. She gladly took her husband's arm, and they quickly waltzed out of the hotel restaurant.

As they boarded the elevator, Chance could barely contain his excitement. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he mashed the close button, begging whatever higher forces were watching over them to keep anyone from joining them in the lift. As the doors of the elevator closed with no other people to invade their company, he was vibrating with anticipation. And with the initial lurch of movement, Chance's hands had found their way up Sheila's skirt, crudely pulling her panties off. The soaked cotton clung to Sheila's smooth mound before reluctantly letting go. The strong musk of her excitement filled the elevator as he pulled the undergarments all the way down and off, quickly shoving the sodden material deep into his pocket. They still had a 26 floor trip ahead of them, and he wanted to make the most of it.

She gasped as she was forced forward, causing her to brace herself against the elevator doors without warning. Chance eagerly dropped to his knees and spread her supple buttocks, revealing his prize. Her virgin brown pucker. He took a breath and dove in, wedging his face as deep in her crack as it would go. His tongue was soon burrowing deep into her asshole, as if to test how pliable the ring of muscle really was. She gasped at such an intimate intrusion, never imagining that Chance would so willingly throw himself into such a "dirty" hole. Novel sensations started to spread through her like electric shocks as her newest erogenous zone was activated. Part of her wanted to contest, to say it was dirty or that she hadn't prepared, but as all the magnificent tingling continued to grow it drowned out and smothered any protest she may have had.

Chance could not get enough of her taste, that deep earthy flavor only this intimate place could have. He could hear Sheila try to mumble some form of protest, but he wouldn't have let it keep him from this newly acquired addiction. It was nothing like how her pussy juices tasted. It was far more primal, and raw. Both unclean and irresistible at the same time, and Chance was getting drunk off of it. He was practically smothering himself with his wife's ass and he would not have it any other way.

Sheila couldn't think straight as the tongue probing her continued to elicit more and more sensations she could have never imagined. She wanted to see what floor they were on, but her mind couldn't seem to process any information her other senses were giving it. It was as if each stroke, each swipe, of her lover's tongue deep into her back hole triggered a whole new short circuit in her brain. All she could do was keep her palms pressed firmly against the elevator's two sliding doors as she rode Chance's tongue into her quickly building and inevitable orgasm.

As if on cue, the elevator chime sounded off her impending climax. Waves of pleasure exploded from her newly initiated asshole as the sliding doors of the elevator separated, causing her to lose her balance. To keep herself from falling forward, and more importantly, to keep her orgasm from being interrupted, she threw her weight backwards into her pelvis, cramming her husband's face ever deeper into her crack. She was practically sitting on Chance's face, his neck and shoulders bearing most of her weight and his hands gripping her thighs to keep her balanced as she continued quivering from her intense orgasm. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, and though she still seemed fully clothed from the front, the mirrors along the walls easily revealed their lewd display. Not that they could have hidden the very obvious puddle of female ejaculate that had poured from her slit onto the smooth marble floor between her feet anyway.

Slowly, Sheila recovered from her wanton abandon, finally becoming aware of the elevator doors revealing their wanton display. To her relief, the doors had not opened to an audience. Chance continued to leisurely tongue her hypersensitive hole as she gathered her senses. She quickly put her hands against the jamb of the elevator doors to keep them from closing on them and taking them to another floor. She would have wanted to start moving out, but her legs still felt like jelly, and the only thing holding her up at the moment was her husband's mouth.

Chance reluctantly separated himself from Sheila's asshole and proceeded to stand up when he felt Sheila shift some of her weight onto her arms. Once fully raised, he supported her uneasy frame and led her out of the elevator. She turned around unsteadily and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. She hungrily devoured her lover's lips and tongue, no longer caring about her previous notions of uncleanliness and tasting her own essence still lingering on him.

"We need to get back to our room and do more of that." Sheila gasped breathily, still riding the last few tremors of her last orgasm.

Chance just smiled at her, and scooped her up into his arms.

Back at their room, the rest of Sheila's clothes were off in record time. Her blouse and skirt were practically ripped off her body, and Chance deftly unclasped her bra and let it fall among the pile of clothes at her feet. She gently lowered herself onto their mattress, legs spread shamelessly. From the folds of her labia, down to her knees she was soaked with her own juices, and she seemed to glow with lust. Chance wasted no time in spreading those precious lips apart, and his tongue delved deeply into her waiting cavity. Sheila moaned and writhed as she watched Chance greedily lap up her nectar. Her fingers dug into the bedding as she pulled herself closer to her lover.

She didn't really need any more preparation, but Chance had awoken a hunger in him he could no longer contain. Hesitantly, he broke free, knowing he had to strip down as well. Before shedding his clothing, he dug into his pockets and emptied the bounty he had gotten when he had rushed off on his own earlier. A handful of small hotel lotion bottles were thrown onto the bed next to Sheila.

"These were the only lubrication I could think of that were readily available," He chuckled sheepishly.

"You could use bacon grease, for all I care. I just need you in my ass now. Especially after that warm up you gave me in the elevator," Sheila growled fervently.

Chance grinned at her and sat on the edge of the bed, slowly pulling his boxers off and tossing them aside. His erection bounced out of its confines with eagerness, and Sheila was quick to notice. She quickly got on all fours, presenting her glistening ass to him. She looked back at him, her eyes burning with desire and anticipation. She knew she was about to cross a line she would never be able to go back from.

Chance positioned himself behind her, unable to believe he was where most men could only hope to be with their wives. Sheila wiggled her ass at him enticingly, so he took one of the small bottles of lotion and let a small dollop fall right on her sloppy asshole. Using one of the fingers of his left hand, he slowly worked in the viscous liquid that would help ease his impending penetration. The tight ring of muscle resisted, but the odd mixture of his saliva, her juice, and the lotion kept the orifice from stopping his finger from entering. Within a few strokes it started to relax, and he could hear Sheila start to purr with pleasure. He took this as a signal to add more lotion and start working in a second finger.

"Oh, god," Sheila gasped at the growing intrusion.

"Should I stop?" Chance asked worriedly.

"No, no, no!" Sheila said desperately, "I need to keep fucking you! It feels weird, but not bad. I think I just didn't know how it feels to be stretched back there."

Sheila slowly started rocking back at Chance's fingers. He could feel it start to ease open, and her ass got more and more relaxed. The mix of fluids started to get worked in deeper, and a thing film was now greasing his fingers as he kept up the steady pace of inserting with her rocking. With as little disruption as possible, he worked his ring finger in alongside his pointer and middle fingers.

"Oooohh..." Sheila groaned, but actually started to rock back harder at his hand.

Sheila was surprised at how painless her first real anal penetration had been. Sure, it wasn't Chance's massive ten-inch tool, but his fingers weren't exactly small either. The early preparation he gave her with his tongue, and the excessive lubrication she herself had provided seemed to have her ass wanting to suck his whole hand in.

"I don't think I can wait any longer, baby..." Sheila said breathlessly, "I need to know what your cock feels like deep in my ass."

Chance was more than happy to oblige. She slowly pulled his fingers out of her ass and used the copious amounts of lubrication that were left on them to grease his waiting cock. For a little assurance, He added another dollop on her slightly open nether ring, and lined the head of his cock right up. Gripping her hips, he slowly pulled them towards each other, gradually increasing the pressure.

Sheila could feel it build up right at the entrance of her ass. It felt like it wasn't going to budge, and was starting to have doubts that this would work. Then, as the discomfort slowly started to increase with the pressure, and right at the cusp of any real pain, there was a sudden pop!

"Uhn..." Sheila grunted, as she felt the head of Chance's cock push past her sphincter.

It was resting just inside her asshole, the crown just inside the tight ring of muscle. There was some slight pain as it pushed through, but mostly really it was discomfort. She quivered at the sensation, and more of her fluids started to drip from her cunt in a steady flow, as if a tap was turned on.

At that moment, Sheila knew this was right. This was what she wanted, and this was what they needed as a couple. The first twelve hours seemed so distant now, and they seemed to pale in comparison to the feeling of Chance's first penetration of her virgin ass. His cockhead felt like a smoldering hot coal just sitting at the entrance of her rectum, and she knew she needed more.

Chance had paused at Sheila's initial reaction. He couldn't tell if she was in pain or not, or if she wanted him to stop or not. He wanted to speak up and ask out of concern, but he was also overwhelmed by sensation at the same time. The head of his cock had finally broken past the barrier of her ass. He had taken her anal virginity, and the very tip of his manhood nestled in the unbelievable warmth of her back entrance. It felt nothing like her pussy, the pressure was different, the heat was different. The sensations were unbelievable, and they were keeping him paralysed.

Then, without warning, Sheila started backing into Chance with more force than he had initially used to take her anal cherry. It was one fluid motion, an unyielding backward thrust, and before he knew it, he was balls deep in her rectum. His curly patch of pubic hair, firmly matted against her smooth, luscious ass.

"Yessss..." Sheila hissed lustfully.

Chance was overwhelmed by the sensations that enveloped his cock. He already thought he was in heaven when he was fucking her cunt. This had to be beyond that. The moist heat of her ass surrounded his cock as it pulsed in her depths. The tight muscles of her rectum rippled along his length, wanting to draw him in and milk him dry. He couldn't believe what he was feeling, and he could have stayed buried there forever for all he cared.

"You better start fucking me, baby," Sheila growled, "I'm not gonna be happy with you just sitting there deep in my ass."

Chance decided to stop trying to reply, and just focused what working brain cells he still had towards starting to fuck her. Taking back control, he gripped her hips firmly and started to draw himself out. Sheila's ass almost seemed to get pulled out with his cock, as if her walls didn't want to let him leave. It seemed to go on forever, inch by inch, his ass snaked out of her hole. Finally, only the head barely remained inside, the crown peeking around the edges of her asshole trying to clamp down and keep him inside.

The feeling of the withdrawal was exquisite, but Chance wanted to feel himself plundering her ass. He knew he could just start fucking her openly, pummeling her shitter into submission, but he knew that would end it all too quickly. He wanted to savor feeling her velvety ass, to feel each ridge as his cock burrowed deep into her and made her completely his. Slowly he leaned into her ass again. Inch by inch, his snake climbed back into her moist rectum.

"Oh, goddamn, this is something else." He gasped as he finally bottomed out in Sheila's ass again.

"Mhmm, baby. It feels so good." She agreed, rubbing her ass back at his pelvis and enjoying the sensation of her lover fully sheathed in her back passage.

A guttural groan escaped Sheila's lips as she moved forward to encourage him to start the stroke again. She savored the sensation of Chance's huge cock dragging against the walls of her rectum, sending electric shocks with each ridge. Once only the head stayed in her ass, she felt an emptiness, but part of her pleasure was knowing that it would be filled again very shortly.

As the outward stroke came to a stop, Chance tightened his grip on her hips once again, and pulled their bodies together. It was no longer a one sided stroke, and their bodies both moved to meet halfway. His cock cleaved through her hot warmth, seeking to be buried deep in her backside once again.

They no longer lingered at their junction, and started to separate almost as soon as Sheila could feel the hairs of his groin pressed up against her ass. And as soon as she could feel them separated enough that her sphincter was only just holding on to the ridge around the head of his cock, she started to push back towards him.

Chance matched her rhythm, and knew Sheila was working back up to the frenzied pace they had the night before. Only the previous night, he was fucking her pussy. Now it seems her ass was equally cock hungry. This drove him to take control of the pace, and started to pick up more speed. He could feel her match his thrust and would slam back at him when she started feeling him pull her hips back.

Before they knew it, Chance was pounding at Sheila's ass with reckless abandon. Full length strokes, and no mercy. She could only hang on for the ride and enjoy the building pleasure as she could feel her soft cheeks slap against his hairy loins. She tried to match his strokes, but Chance was undoubtedly in control, and she was just hanging on, but that just made her even wetter. Her ass was solely for his pleasure, and the thought amplified the electricity coursing from her asshole to her clit.