I know what my husband wants from me. It’s not a secret that he craves my ass. I feel it every time I sit on his face, as his tongue buries deep inside of me. I feel it in the way he traces his finger along the rim of my asshole. But I sigh, I inhale sharply every time, and discourage him. There’s always some reason to not do anal, some excuse that I give him–but the true reason is that I’m afraid. My husband’s cock is not enormous, but I know that it will hurt. I’m scared. So I slide him into my pussy or take him into my mouth instead, keeping him satisfied and ignoring my anxieties.
This fear of anal doesn’t make any more sense to me than it does to my husband. It’s not like we’re anal virgins. We have found anal success before, including one memorable afternoon where he bent me over and pounded my ass until I came six or seven times. It was some of the best sex I’d ever had, until my fear and anxiety started to make me wonder *why* I had loved it so much, *why* I didn’t want to do it again. Since then I’ve never been able to enjoy anal. But I know my husband wanted more, wanted that tight, soft hole again. I bought some lube, and a few butt plugs in different sizes, and started to practice on my own.
Bending over, I spread my cheeks and opened my laptop. My body started to squirm as I loaded the porn site, deliberately searching for anal, looking for inspiration. I placed a vibrator on my clit and grabbed a short, bulbous butt plug, lubing it up as I went. I watched as a beautiful woman got her ass pounded and gaped–she seemed to enjoy it! So maybe I could too. I pressed hard on the plug, teasing my own asshole and begging it to open up. The thick head of the plug gave me both pain and pleasure. I rotated it, circling around my little hole, massaging and relaxing my tight body. Finally I felt the bulb pop into my ass, and with a gasp, I pushed a little deeper. The head of the little plug probed me, spreading the rim of my asshole. Again I looked towards my laptop, watching the porn star’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she took a cock in her ass. Determined, I pushed the plug all the way into me, feeling my body relax as I reached the narrow part of the plug. Feeling full and fulfilled, I closed my tabs and slammed my laptop. I would not reach orgasm yet.
With my ass plugged, I moved around the house, doing laundry, washing dishes, even chancing a quick run to the supermarket. I was bowlegged within an hour, but felt determined to do this for my husband and to conquer my own fears. Finally I heard a key turning in the lock of the front door. My husband was home. It was time to give him what he had begged for.
I planted a kiss on his cheek when he walked through the door, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. He kissed my forehead and let go, ready to shower after his work day. Instead I pulled him to the bedroom, making it clear that I wanted him, that I had been waiting for him to come home just for this moment. I got on my knees and wrapped my lips around him, finally deepthroating him after a few attempts. My husband’s breathing changed, and slight moans left his lips as I traced my tongue around the head of his cock. Still, he had not noticed the plug I had been wearing all day. For now, that was my little secret. When he was dripping with my spit, I stood up, planting a kiss on his lips. He eagerly pulled my clothes off and laid me down on my back, spreading my legs.
His cock slipped into my pussy and I felt fullness beyond my dreams. The plug pressed into me, moving the tiniest bit with every thrust from my husband. My breathing changed and I tipped my hips up to meet him, begging him with my body to go deeper, faster. I knew I would be cumming soon, but today was not about my pussy. Today was about my ass.
I reached up to hold his head and told him to roll over. I climbed on top of my husband and started to ride, again feeling that delightful pressure in both of my holes. I knew it was only a matter of time before his fingers started to creep backwards to feel my asshole. Nervousness coursed through my body, worried that he would be upset, that it wouldn’t work, that my body would quit on me–but my husband didn’t feel my nerves. His hands started to grab at my ass, hungry for more. Soon enough he felt the silicon circle from the plug in my ass. He breathed in, surprised, and gave me a coy kiss as he started to tease me with the plug. My eyes rolled back into my head and I started to whimper. A few minutes of teasing and I felt ready for a pounding, ready to give him what he wanted. I ran to the bathroom and slid the plug out of me, cleaning up just a little bit and regulating my breathing. I wanted it. I knew I did. I went back to the bedroom, nervously looking at my husband’s cock, freshly lubed and ready to play.
He looked at me with longing, and I took a few deep breaths before I laid down next to him. He kissed me and I knew I was safe in his arms. I climbed back onto him and immediately felt the tip of his cock press against the ring of my anus. “Do you want to try?” he whispered, making sure I was on board before he took any risks. I nodded and adjusted my hips. His cock nudged against my asshole and I gasped, trying to stay in the moment. I moved my hips down and started to take him, inch after inch sliding into me. Finally I felt his balls pressing against me. I started to rock.
My body began to move almost of its own accord. I grinded up against my husband’s body, my clit rubbing against the soft flesh above his cock. I could smell the wetness of my pussy from above- I was more aroused than I expected to be. I leaned over my husband, placing one of my nipples into his mouth as I rode him, taking his cock into my ass faster and faster as I became more comfortable. My anxious thoughts were quelled. This was pleasure- pure, unexpected pleasure.
I began to rub my clit and stabilized myself, leaning over his body and moaning with pleasure. “Pound me,” I whispered into my husband’s ear, asking for the hard anal fuck I had been anxiously craving for months. He lifted his hips off the bed and slammed his cock into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the one before. My husband’s lips found my neck, and I rubbed my clit faster until I felt orgasm building. “Hold it,” I demanded, asking him to fill me as I climaxed, writhing on the cock in my ass until my pussy erupted with juices and pleasure.
It would be his turn soon. Again I began to ride, moving my hips in a circular motion and squeezing his cock with my asshole. My husband’s hands moved down to my hips. I continued to grind on his cock, squeezing and circling him with my body. I felt his cock get tenser and harder as he started to cum. He squeezed tightly to the thick flesh of my hips and held me down, bringing his cock all the way into me as he finished, each eruption of cum creating a new sensation within my tight asshole. I planted a kiss on his lips as his soft hands roamed my body in affection and gratitude.
Slowly slipping his now-soft cock out of me, I ambled to the bathroom, immediately starting up the shower. My husband would be joining me shortly, I was sure, but with the few extra moments I had, I slipped into the shower and bent over, excited to try one last thing I had seen in porn. I spread my cheeks wide, letting my asshole gape. The stretch of the hole was a new sensation. I could feel drops of water sliding into my ass from the shower. I gaped myself for as long as I could- ten seconds felt like an eternity- and stood up as my husband’s seed leaked from my newly spread asshole. Taking the showerhead down, I pleasured myself and tried to spread my asshole again as I cleaned myself off. I smiled to myself. Anal would always make me a little anxious, but the reward was worth it. I was an anal slut now, and I would do what I could to stay that way.
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Sorry it’s been a while since my last story! I hope this one is worth the wait ;)
Xoxo, Harlowe
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