My sex life with my husband has always been fantastic — it’s one of the reasons I married him.

His dick is utter perfection. Even after all these years, he has to go slow at first, easing it in a little at a time, filling and stretching me until it feels like he’s claiming me, body and soul. His clever fingers and heavenly tongue never fail to please me, and he makes sure I get off every time. But still, there was always something missing because we’d never explored my deepest fantasy.

I’ve always been driven wild imagining what it’s like to have anal, but I was never bold enough to ask him for it. Part of me was afraid of what he’d think, but another part was scared that his huge dick would kill one of my longest held desires. So I silently fantasized, but never told him where my filthy mind was wandering every time he fucked me from behind.

When kids came into the picture, I thought our days of being sexually adventurous were over. We were mostly just excited to be having sex at all, frantically fucking while listening for cries of a little one who always seemed to pick the exact wrong moment to interrupt.

Finally, years into our parental journey, we had our first full night to ourselves. The kids were staying with their grandparents and we were going to a hotel, just to get away. I was giddy with excitement — it felt like prom night all over again. I bought sexy new lingerie, stocked up on wine, and got my hands on a joint, even though I hadn’t smoked since college. Mama was ready to let loose and get properly laid!

Unlike prom night, however, there were no nerves as we checked into the hotel and held hands in the elevator up to our room. That’s one of the things they don’t tell you about marriage. Familiar may get boring for some, but for me, familiar means I don’t have to worry he’s going to think my clit is six inches from its actual location, or if he’s going to jackhammer into me while I silently wish for it to be over. I knew it would be good. I just didn’t know how good.

We took our time relaxing, drinking, and smoking the joint, giggling like teenagers until one thing led to another and I got to reveal my sexy lingerie. In typical male fashion, he barely glanced at it before peeling it off me and dropping it in a heap on the floor. Normally I’d have complained, but by then I was too drunk, stoned, and horny to care.

His clothes soon met the same fate as my lingerie, and he kissed me deeply, pressing me back onto the bed without breaking contact. I moaned as he slid down my body and his tongue found the source of my agony. The wet heat against my clit was bliss, but I was clenching against nothing, needing to be filled. My hands fisted the sheets as I begged, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Please, honey, fuck me!”

I felt the rumble of his laugh against my pussy, and I thought he was going to oblige me because he stood up and kneeled over me on the bed. Instead of thrusting into me, though, he turned around on top of me so that his dick was prodding at my mouth and his head was once again buried between my thighs.

He murmured, “I’m not finished yet, babe. But it seems you need something to keep your mouth occupied.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I parted my lips and took his dick as deep into my throat as I could. It slipped even deeper when he licked my pussy again, making me groan in ecstasy. I couldn’t remember the last time we sixty-nined, and I’d forgotten how intense it could be. I was struggling a little to breathe, but I didn’t need air as much as I needed an orgasm.

I was starting to get close when I felt his tongue slide down and lick my asshole before moving back up to my clit. All coherent thought fled my brain in shock. Had he meant to do that? He had never strayed there before. Maybe it was an accident?

The next time he worked his way down to my ass, I knew it couldn’t be an accident because he stayed there, gently licking and probing. It felt electric and forbidden and gloriously filthy all at once. I would have protested when he stopped and returned to my clit, but I could barely breathe, much less talk with his cock deep in my mouth. Had he sixty-nined me on purpose so I wouldn’t kill the moment by babbling and asking what he was doing?

I didn’t get a chance to come up with an answer because now I felt the unmistakable press of his wet fingertip against my ass, slowly working its way into my virgin hole. His tongue was still tormenting my clit and he was awakening fantasies we had never discussed. I thrust against his finger, silently pleading for more, my inhibitions lost in a haze of inebriation and wanton lust.

He thrust another finger into my ass, spreading it wider than it had ever been before.

He thrust another finger into my ass, spreading it wider than it had ever been before. There was a momentary sting, but it quickly dissolved back into explosive pleasure.

I was so lost in the new sensations that the rock-hard cock in my mouth had become secondary, something I was madly sucking into my throat just to feel more filled. That meant I was unprepared when my husband groaned against my clit and came in shuddering waves, so deep in my throat that I didn’t even need to swallow. The idea that he was as turned-on by this as I was pushed me right to the edge.

He seemed to know how close I was and didn’t miss a beat, starting to thrust his fingers hard into my ass. As he added a third, I screamed with pleasure and came in the most explosive orgasm of my life. I could feel my ass clenching against his fingers as the waves of my climax went on and on.

He rolled off me and we lay next to each other for several blissful moments, panting and laughing in amazement.

“Holy shit, that was incredible!” I said, still too giddy to feel insecure.

“It was a good start to the night,” he responded, turning to look at me with the wicked promise of more pleasure.

Was I going to lose my anal cherry and feel him pounding his huge cock into my ass that night? I wasn’t sure if we’d get there our first try, but I did know we had just started a whole new chapter in our marriage, and I was excited to see where it would lead next.

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