My ass has always been sensitive. Whenever my husband finger-fucked me or tickled my little pucker, my orgasms would be especially intense. Afterward, Kevin would crawl up next to me and whisper in my ear, “Baby, someday I’m going to take you up the ass.” The gleam in his eye told me he was looking forward to it as much as I.

When we finally acted out our desire, it was quite unexpected. It had been a long, hot day and we both wanted to take a shower. As my husband headed for the bathroom, I kiddingly suggested that I join him.

Discarding all of. my clothes, quickly joined him in the shower, wearing nothing but a smile. Kevin was waiting tor me, his desire evident from his rigid cock. I grabbed the soap and lathered up my hands. As I thoroughly “cleaned” his balls, he closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. I vigorously stroked his cock to throbbing fullness, and he had to lean up against the wall when his knees started to shake.

Giggling at his predicament, I turned my body into the spray to rinse my hands. He trapped me up against the wall as he came up behind me to rinse the soap off his cock. “Now,” he growled in my ear, “it’s my turn,” and he reached for the soap.

As I leaned into the wall, bracing myself with my hands, I spread my legs so he’d have easy access to my pussy and ass. I closed my eyes and waited for his touch. Ever so gently, Kevin began to caress my pussy, gently tracing circles around my clit. With a finger of his other hand, he tickled my rear hole. My toes curled up as delightful tingles coursed through my body. As my husband started to gently strum my clit, his finger started working in and out of my asshole. A little more pressure on my clit and I wobbled as orgasmic waves washed over me.

As I regained my senses and resumed my position leaning up against the wall, Kevin stepped up behind me. I could feel his prick, hot and throbbing, as he pressed himself against my virgin rosebud. “Tonight is the night,” he whispered, pushing himself into my rear passage.

As my husband slowly pumped into my ass, pleasurable sensations shot up to my clit, up to my head, down to my toes. My entire body was a live nerve. Kevin reached around to touch my clit and I exploded, coming harder than I had in a long time and crumpling to the floor of the shower.

“Come on, honey,” my husband said, getting out of the shower. “Let’s go to bed.”

Getting on my hands and knees on the bed, I took a quick peek back at my husband. His eyes were black with desire. As he eased his cock into my rear, we each let out a moan. I reached down and started to finger my clit as he slowly fucked my ass. As I felt my orgasm building, I started to move against him, wanting him to pump harder and faster.

As I started to come again, I heard him groan, “Oh, God, baby. I’m gonna come!”

My voice muffled in a pillow, I shouted, “Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

Kevin grabbed my hips and began ramming my ass. Our animalistic sounds filled the room as he came in my ass, and my body shook from the last vestiges of my own orgasm. We were both panting and grinning as Kevin rolled onto the bed next to me. With a slap on my rump and a kiss on my cheek, he told me that someday we would repeat this deliciously naughty episode.