I didn’t expect the anal to become a regular thing, but it has. You might ask how I can make that claim only a week later. Go ahead! The answer is because we have figured out how to talk about it, which means there will be no disconnect–no time where I think it’s right, but I’m wrong, and I go too far and she has to stop me, which then leads to unhappiness. Also, she’s really enjoying it.
This last weekend (MLK Jr. Day weekend) has been, and is shaping up to be, a two big night weekend. We’d been doing three, as I probably mentioned a couple times, and it’s too much, which I think I also said. We’re being a little bit addict-ish about it, you know, we love it so much we’ll do it any night we don’t have a busy morning ahead. But we do that even though we keep saying three times is too much. I don’t think it’s so much the mmj as the staying up until 4am part that kills us. We just don’t have very productive days afterward. I don’t find it too hard to do one or two chores like mowing the lawn or cooking a meal, but neither of us wants to clean and she hardly does anything except sitting around, looking languorously burning hot. And you kind of need weekends to do the crap you didn’t do in the evenings, when you were exhausted from work.
So after loooooooong Thursday and Friday nights, finishing up at 3:30 and 4am, when she asked on Saturday night if I was going the get the drops out, I said “Sweetie, we’ve agreed that three is too many, and I’m really sleepy,” even though I was very tempted (and I was genuinely already yawning and ready to pour myself into bed). She looked disappointed and was being obviously grumpy about it, but this morning (Sunday) she told me it was the right call. So whew. I’ve vowed to her that any time she wants to do this, I’ll do it, so she knew should could demand it–but she must have also known it was the right plan.
But there’s another aspect to this all that is really the point of this post. She loves anal again, and on Thursday night, it was probably the most asswork we’ve done on any one night. She kept wagging her perfect little butt in the air and making the cutest noises, or if she was on her back lifting her legs and exposing her asshole to the sky, mewling and batting her eyelashes at me to get something up there, and I obliged over and over with every combination of fingers and thumbs that can be made. She was coming over and over, her sphincter pulsating and crushing my digits every time, beautiful anal orgasms combined with whatever else was going on. Sometimes I was biting her neck, sometimes nibbling on her nipples or twisting them gently, then squeezing them hard with my other hand, and often with me going down on her perfect little pussy and clit with my mouth for long periods–chewing her engorged clit, squeezing my fingers up her ass, and pinching her nipple at the same time. Fucking HOT it was, and she enjoyed every moment of it.
We also had, before any assfucking, really fucking good doggy style pussy sex, where she got all submissive, my slutty little sex slave crying and squealing while I worked my giant rock-hard cock all the fucking way into her dripping hot cunt. So good. My baby is a very good girl–a very naughty little good girl.
The next day, Friday, she made a request that we stay up front that night, since we hadn’t done a lot of vaginal sex. I.e., no backdoor business. In fact we had done plenty of vaginal sex before her ass took over, but after what followed I couldn’t blame her for weighting the emotional impact heavier than the duration on the clock. I was fine with her request (and anyway that’s her call), since it’s actually kind of hard to get my mindset right for anal, and it’s especially hard when I’ve already come a couple times the night before. I am in my 50s after all. The lust and desire pile up over the course of a few days, and that makes it easier to get over all the anxieties about whether I’m hurting her, whether she’s having fun, whether I’m a pervert, etc. Not that I don’t have them, but when I’m bursting with orgasmic pressure, all the little glitches don’t compound one another and result in me softening up. It may sound counterintuitive, but you really can’t get up an ass without significant stiffness. So the truth is her request took a little pressure off.
But then. We had plenty of all kinds of good sex, she was easily at 70 orgasms or so, and I was rubbing her back, she on her stomach, when she did her little wiggly thing with her ass and smiled at me, suggesting I might want to move my hand further south. I said “you asked me not to go there, so I’m not going to unless you tell me to”; she replied “if you want.” Oh my god. We started it up again. I loved it, she loved it, she had me fuck her from the back and from the front (where I can get her clit’s pinchy spot while getting unreasonably deep up her insides), and she came another 50 times. Finally I couldn’t hold it anymore, and with her eyes glistening, my cock sliding beautifully in and out–so deep but also working on the sphincter area with my glans, too, which is way too good, and exploded inside her. Hell yeah. After the previous night one orgasm was good for me (and also after coming close at least a dozen times, and spraying precum a half-dozen times, which I think takes a little out of me each time), so I then ate her pussy, tickled her g-spot with the first two fingers on my right hand, and stretched out her anus with my left for another hour. This had to be a 150-200 orgasm night. And actually it kept getting so hot that I got hard again anyway and loved it even more.
I feel like I need to say that her blow jobs have just kept getting better and better, like by leaps and bounds. I don’t know how this is possible, since they already made me feel like a god, but it’s the truth.
There was something else interesting that happened that night. It started at dinner–I took her out to a local BYOB place and the wine we brought, from the Livermore Valley in CA (mail order–there’s nowhere to buy it in PA, and maybe anywhere since the winery is so small), was so good that we drank nearly the whole thing. She told me a couple things. First, that anal feels good when I’m shallow, hurts when I’m halfway in, and then feels good again when I go deeper. I have to imagine there’s a sensitive area partway in, that my glans (being a little thicker and ridged) irritates, but when I get past that it’s really good. Now, I still have to take my time because there’s no part of her anus or rectum that wants to be split open in a hurry. But she said that I could try pushing past the part where she grimaces with the pain, instead of pulling back and slowing down. I’m not sure I got it right, but it was promising and I’ll keep trying (as long as her back door stays open for business).
Second, she said she wants to be double-penetrated. I mean, uh, wow. That she’s been thinking about how good it would be for her orifices (her word) to be filled at the same time. This is where the wine came in–obviously that can be a risky thing to say to the man you’ve been monogamous with for 20+ years. But the fact is it’s something we’ve talked about before (but not in the sense of wanting to do it), and the trust indicated makes me feel great … wine or no, you don’t say something like that to someone you don’t have a great relationship with. Or maybe you can say it to someone you have a half-assed or meaningless relationship with, but that’s not what we have. Anyway, in the past when we’ve been goofing off or drinking and talking about threesomes, she’s made it clear that it would have to be a man, because she has no interest in women.
Now, I don’t know what’s not to love about, for example, getting fucked from behind while a hot girl licks your clit, or licking the clit of a hot girl while you’re getting fucked, but try as I might, I can’t talk her into thinking it would be awesome. So she’s said, no, it would have to be MMF, another man. I suspect that she feels I would never want another man in our bed (figuratively–I’m pretty sure I would want to get a hotel for this), so she probably thought this would end the discussion. But she didn’t know that cocks sometimes turn me on. I’ve never been attracted to a specific man, but I can get fired up looking at a hot male abdomen, or ass, or beautiful cock (there are many that I do not like at all, however). And I bet it would feel incredible, and super hot, to be pressing against another man’s hard cock in my wife’s ass while I’m in her pussy, or vice versa. Teaming up to get her hotter than ever could be awesome. Still, it could easily be weird and for all I know it’s one of those things that’s hot in fantasy and impossible in real life.
How did this impact our session? I’ve mentioned a few times about how I like to talk dirty, and she says she doesn’t like it, but if I time it right it can send her over some edge. So I like doing it, and this time I went off about how great it would be to be fucking her while some stranger’s cock was up her ass, and how great it would feel to press up against it, and how she could deepthroat him while I’m in her ass, and she went completely fucking nuts, screaming and gasping and flinging her head from side to side. Pretty good. Maybe tonight I’ll talking about fucking him in the ass while he fucks her, or him sucking my cock while she throats his, and see how wild that makes her.
The funny thing, I have to admit, is today she said she meant only that she wished I had another arm that could fill her up. In the past we’ve done a lot of my thumb in her ass while I fuck her pussy from behind, so I guess now she’s thinking I get something up her pussy while my cock is in her ass. From the front I can probably do that, so I’ll try. But after how she responded to my dirty talk last night, I’m pretty sure she likes the idea of getting fucked by two guys at once. When she reads this she can tell me different, if she wants.