My wife Rachel and I have been together for nearly 15 years, and our sex life has never stopped being adventurous. But even though we both thought it was hot, for whatever reason, anal never worked.
It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying. We read up on it, used toys, did lots of lubing and preparation, started off with hot baths and massages with scented oils, everything. It wasn’t the dynamic that didn’t work; we both were into the taboo nature and it played into our power exchange relationship. Dirty talk aside though, when it came to the act itself she couldn’t enjoy it. For Rachel it hurt, burned, and stung unpleasantly no matter what angle we tried or how much prep we did. Shortly after college, we mostly gave up.
Fast forward 10 years. We’ve gotten married, are now both over thirty, and not to put too fine a point on it, are both workaholics. So when we fall into bed on weeknights it’s usually for exhausted sleep. But not tonight.
Tonight, my wife is so horny that she can’t sleep. [I should have known](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v8o575/mf_the_many_different_ways_to_make_a_mess_on_her/). It’s that time of the month and two days in the cramps stop and the horniness begins.
It starts with the whisper in the dark. “Are you awake?”
It’s after midnight, but it’s also summer in the middle of a heat wave. The air is hot and steamy for reasons that are no fun at all, so yes, I am. That’s when I notice the slight tugging motion on the sheets. I don’t have to look to know that her hands are reaching into her frumpy period underwear and teasing her clit underneath the pad. I listen to her breathy moans for a few seconds before replying.
“Yes, I’m awake.”
“God, I want you so bad… please can I suck your cock… please…”
Once upon a time I’d have let her without a second thought. But she knows I’m reluctant; years ago I’d gladly take up the offer of 30-40 minutes of oral required before I’d cum, but the realities of modern work start time expectations meant I was most likely in for blue balls and not enough sleep. And I was exhausted from a long day. I told her so, too.
*Not all nights are suitable for sexy times, no matter how hot it is when she touches herself*.
I give her a gentle kiss to take away the sting of rejection, and turn to try to sleep. The moaning continues behind me, my side feeling her motions through the bed. Fingers circling and rubbing. Hand torturing her nipples. Barely audible, I hear her subvocalizing my name. *Fuck*. *The hottest thing in the world is a woman who will touch herself to thoughts of you*.
I resist for a little while longer, then turn over to help her get off. My mouth goes on one nipple, one hand tweaking the other, and I grip the base of her hair. She widens her eyes and rubs faster, the wetness beneath her fingers audible even over her moans. I feel her struggling, and switch to rubbing my lips – and beard – along the nape of her neck. This gets her really going, and I feel her release, mouth open in a silent scream as her hand presses the back of my head.
I kissed her tenderly, and she rolled onto her side to nestle into my shoulder. I’ve spent years normalizing shamelessly taking care of our needs (occasionally with a little help) when the other’s not in the mood like this. Just another part of a healthy relationship. Though this time, it seems, it wasn’t enough.
A few moments pass, and then I feel her move against me. “Fuck. I’m still horny,” she says, reaching down to feel my hardness.
I quickly push her hand away. “Stop it! It’s already going to be hard for me to sleep.”
“Sorry… sorry…” she moves her hand back to my collarbone and grips it tightly with her fingers. Her breathing becomes deep and regular as she tries to calm down, but it’s not working. First her legs tense on themselves, and a few minutes later I feel them press forward and grind herself into my side.
Even though my eyelids hurt from lack of sleep, I can recognize the inevitable. I open my eyes. “Okay, fine. You can suck me while you touch yourself.” *Not like I would’ve been able to get to sleep with her this agitated anyway, and blue balls isn’t the end of the world.*
She responds wordlessly and instantly, scrambling across the bed and flips her hair out of the way. She takes my cock into her mouth gently and eagerly, jerking me with one hand while the other reaches into her underwear. Her tongue languorously traces itself up and down the head, hitting all of the sensitive places and making me involuntarily moan, before beginning to bob up and down in time with the motion of her fingers on her clit. I run my nails over her neck and back, and she hums with pleasure, knowing I love every sound of passion when she sucks me.
Her oral efforts were awakening something in me. *She’s not doing this to tease… she’s being submissive and focused on me… Maybe* *I should just let myself have this. Maybe I can let myself* take *this.*
As she starts rubbing herself harder, her moans muffled by my shaft grow louder and her motions disordered, attention split. The sensation falls off and so I grab her on either side of her head by the roots of her hair, making eye contact as she momentarily stops. At her nod of affirmation, I start facefucking her, pulling down her head and thrusting upwards in rhythm. Submissive streak in full control, I hear her try to scream “Yes!” at every stroke. I keep her head up to continue thrusting even as the rest of her body collapses and her hands belatedly splay out to try and support her.
I pull her off of my spit-lubricated cock by the hair and make her neck arch to face me. She looks stunned, mouth held open, swollen lips and face covered in thick saliva. “Do you like me using your face to pleasure myself?”
“God, yes Sir, I’m yours to use. Use me like a fucking toy.”
Without replying I turned her head back and went back to fucking her face. Her hands scrambled over the blankets and sheets, searching for something to grip before eventually coming back to her crotch as she desperately got herself off for the third time. As her hips quivered, I took mercy on her and pulled her head from where it had been buried against the base of my shaft, and brought it to my lips for a slow, passionate kiss. She went limp against my mouth, making an abortive attempt to hold me but failing to get a grip.
For the space of a few breaths, I could gauge my needs.
There’s a fine balance between the physical and the mental in my sexual satisfaction; often what I get out of rough sex or a kinky scene is so satisfying that I don’t need to cum, or even do anything besides give. Unfortunately, today that balance is not there. I’m worked up and unfortunately it’s day 3, which means that I’m pretty sure the only thing in the cards is some unsatisfying shower sex. (Shower sex sucks. You can’t get any proper leverage, and it’s awkward as fuck to have slightly bent knees.)
*Crap*, I think. *Well, you knew the consequences going in.*
As I break the kiss, I’m mentally preparing to suppress my body, but then Rachel interrupts. “Please fuck me,” she begs in a sultry voice hoarse from having me down her throat. “Please put your cock inside of me, Sir. I want to feel you cum inside me, Sir. *Please,* Sir.” She’s giving an Oscar-worthy performance as my needy slut.
Part of me reacts with fond, rueful exasperation. *She’s insatiable!* The unsatisfied dom part, which is currently in charge, though, senses opportunity.
I step out of the scene with a normal voice. “I’ll fuck you, but only if we can do anal.” We hadn’t tried in years.
She looks torn between skepticism and horniness for only a moment and says, “Deal.”
*I can’t believe my luck!* This part of me seems to have forgotten all of those frustrating, unpleasantly painful attempts from before and is in full-on fantasy mode.
We quickly turn on a few lights, blinking at the glare, and get the supplies – lube, condom, thick towel – but before she lies down Rachel stops me and says, “I want you to fuck me like this.” Laying down supine, she raises her legs, baring herself.
Here I hesitate. “Are you sure?” *Uh, that might make it hurt worse than before?*
“Yes. I think it’ll be better.” *Uh… uh…*
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And this, dear Redditors, is where I admit to something pretty stupid. Every other time we’d tried, at my recommendation it had been pronebone or doggy, but to be perfectly honest, I didn’t have any real reason to stick to those except for some forgotten internet sources and a poster of sex positions I once saw in a comic book store back in college. It had labeled what we were about to try as “Deep Anal – experienced couples only!” and I had mentally had it in mind ever since as something to work up to, not to try first.
Let me emphasize, this was a comic book store poster oriented towards the kind of college guy who puts that up in his dorm room. I believed it unquestioningly. Like an idiot.
Having some measure of pride remaining, I did not tell this to Rachel. Instead, I made the best decision of the night and figured that if all the other times we did it were unpleasantly painful, this one being that way wouldn’t be much of a change. So why not?
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And that’s how I found myself holding my wife’s cheeks apart, rimming her until she fell back into subspace. I started working lube into her, slowly running my fingers in while stimulating her clit and putting dirty fantasies in her head.
“You know what taking my cock in your ass will make you?” She stared at me, moaning slightly and wide-eyed from the unfamiliar sensations. “You’ll truly be a dirty slut.”
“So long as I get to be *your* dirty slut, Sir.” I love my wife.
I put on the condom and similarly covered it with a generous amount of lube. “You’re going to feel my hot, thick cock in your ass, and you’re going to cum on it while your pussy cries out for attention it isn’t going to get.” She whimpered.
I put her legs on my shoulders, aligned myself, and started gently pressing into her. “Relax… today you’ll take pleasure from being my anal whore…”
“Yes, *your* anal whore, Sir.” For her, it is unironically all about me.
Slowly I feel her relax and her sphincter open to let me in. Remembering all of our other tries I go in slowly and cautiously, continuously rubbing her clit. Every time I give her a moment to adjust and get her nod before pushing farther in. This time, though, for whatever reason, there’s no pinched expression on her face by the time I’m fully inside of her, and she surprises me by telling me to move immediately. I start very slow, feeling the muscle at the base of my cock reluctantly let me out, but she quickly shakes her head and says, “Faster.”
At this, I have to double check. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not feeling the stinging? The burning feeling?”
“There’s some pain… but it’s not the bad kind. It’s the kind that I like… and it feels so good…”
“Like… you don’t want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
I speed up a bit, moving continuously, and she gives a tremendous moan. Still working her clit, I look at her with even more surprise. “It’s that good?”
Biting her lip, she looks back at me. “It’s *amazing*. I… I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my ass like you fuck my pussy. Sir… I want you to take me and use my hole… *Please* Sir.”
I need no other invitation, and immediately begin going harder. And, unbelievably, she knocks my hand off her clit to work it at a faster and furious pace. Her breath comes out hard and comes to a passionate, screaming orgasm. I feel her sphincter tighten around me, watch her convulse and shake, and wait for her breathing to go down before she looks at me with a look of true lust in those beautiful eyes. “Fuck my ass… hurt me… until you cum, Sir. Please… Hurt me.”
The thought of her pain and pleasure mixed pushed any restraint out of my head. At her encouragement, I stopped thinking about her and took my pleasure, telling her that I owned all of her holes and that I was marking my property with my cum. Waves of her orgasms crested one after another, her eyes going unfocused, until for the very first time I felt myself get close while having anal sex. Rachel felt it too, and she looked at me in sudden understanding as I closed my eyes, almost chanting. “Take it… take it… take it… TAKE IT!” and as she screamed out her desire we climaxed together.
Still joined together, we looked each other for a few moments, until she spoke up to sum up the experience. “Wow.” I echoed her, and mentally added a postscript: *I guess this is probably an advantage of not having a gigantic pornstar penis. Stupid poster.*
After the necessary ablutions, we went back to bed, neither of us quite believing what had happened, and understandably keen on getting whatever sleep remained left to us after 2 a.m. But even though I was falling asleep at my desk instead of doing anything productive all the next day, I did it with a smile.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x66z8w/mf_i_wanted_to_get_a_good_nights_sleep_but
Good job! Now do your best to turn her into a true anal slut!
Great story, well written! Thanks for sharing.
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