According to a newspaper article read the other day, three out of ten American women have had anal sex. What surprised me was that the figure was so low. Based on my own informal survey. begun six years ago when I was introduced to anal sex by a wildly imaginative boyfriend and updated off and on since then, I would have thought that better than half of all American females had experienced anal penetration. All of my girlfriends, married and single, say they enjoy having their bottoms filled with a hard cock. It certainly is one of my favorite things.

Initially I had serious reservations about anal sex. I imagined myself howling with pain as Woody, my boyfriend at the time, tried to wedge his big cock inside my tiny rear hole. But Woody, persuasive guy that he was, wore down my resistance, and when it was all over, I had been converted. Taking it up the ass was a kick and a half!

Woody and I eventually went our separate ways, and I started dating other guys. Not all the men I went out with wanted my ass, and a few, believe it or not, had to be talked into doing me that way, but those who were eager to fuck my rear hole were delighted by my enthusiastic response.

I guess it was only natural that I would fall in love with a guy crazy about my ass. And one with a long, slender cock that’s perfect for anal sex. Rex and I have been married for a little over two years now, and while a mutual passion for ass-fucking is not all we have going for us, it certainly keeps our sex life sizzling.

Rex, who had done quite a few girls anally before meeting me, was delighted to learn that I was experienced in taking it that way and that he wouldn’t have to “break me in,” as he put it. When I told him about Woody taking my anal cherry, my husband grinned and said he owed my former boyfriend, and those who had followed him, a tremendous debt of gratitude for opening up my little rear hole.

Today, even after two years of getting ass-fucked regularly by my husband, there is nothing that sets my juices flowing quicker than the sight of his long cock all greased up and ready to tunnel into the warm, dark depths of my rectum. Just the thought of taking him that way starts me tingling with anticipation.

If, for example, he tells me over breakfast that that night he’s going to ream me royally, it’s all I can do to concentrate on my housework. More often than not, I have to take a break and masturbate to orgasm, using a dildo Rex bought me. It goes into my ass easily and while I’m pumping it in and out, working up to a really hard orgasm, I savor the thought that later I’ll be getting the real thing.

Just last week Rex phoned me from work to say he had been thinking about my hot ass and how it had been a while since he’d last fucked it. As he went on with his love-struck man-talk, I cooked up an idea I thought would be an outrageous surprise for him: Wouldn’t it be hot if he came home to find me naked and bent over the living room couch, my asshole greased and ready for penetration? Choking back a groan of excitement, I told him to work hard, because I was going to prepare a special treat for him that he would want to be hard for.

When Rex got in that night, there I was, exactly as I’d dreamed up. As soon as I heard the car pull into the driveway, I draped myself over the back of the couch, and when I heard the front door open, I reached back and spread my cheeks. I heard the door close and my husband sigh and then walk up behind me. He began stroking and squeezing my bottom. I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down and then felt his cock, already stiffening, as he rubbed it over my taut flesh.

“You want it?” he asked, speaking for the first time since arriving home.

“Don’t tease me,” I said softly, squirming impatiently. In point of fact, I like it when he teases me — and he knows it.

“Tell me what you want, honey. Ask for it.”

“I want your cock in my ass,” I said, my voice husky with desire. Actually, I had been thinking about this moment all day. “Fuck my ass for me.” I paused, then said, “Please, baby.”

A moment later, as I held my cheeks open for him, I felt the head of my husband’s hard cock pressing against my asshole. It slipped in easily enough, as did the long shaft, until

I had every blessed inch of that cock in my behind. A moan of gratitude erupted from my throat as I took my hands from my ass and placed them on the seat cushion of the couch.

“Feel good?” I asked, squirming a little on the cock buried in my bottom.

“God, yes,” he whimpered. “Oh, God, yes.”

And then my husband set about fucking my ass with his usual expertise, alternating between short, hard thrusts and long, slow ones, his voice charged with passion as he told me how beautifully my asshole stretched tight around his cock, how good his cock felt in my rectum-all this serving to bring me that much closer to orgasm. It was during a series of rapid thrusts that I came for the first time, my fingernails digging into the seat cushion as I moaned with the kind of happiness that only my husband’s cock churning in my ass can give me.

Rex slowed down again, giving me a chance to catch my breath. One of the things that makes my husband such a great lover is his self-control, his staying power. No matter how aroused he is, he always manages to hold back and prolong the pleasure. It was at my urging that he started giving it to me hard and fast again, packing it in, and soon enough I was coming a second time, and a third, spasms of delight coursing through my body. Still Rex kept hammering into my behind, grunting with exertion, his hands holding my hips in a fleshy vise.

Finally, after having come I don’t know how many times, I told my husband to shoot it into me. I heard him emit a savage groan, and then, a moment later, I felt him squirting inside my ass, his cock, motionless in my rectum, throbbing and shooting its creamy seed into my dark recesses. I was still mewling with pleasure a minute later when, having withdrawn from my ass, he gently pulled me up off the couch and turned me around to face him.

“As good as always?” I asked with a smile.

“As good as always,” he said, smiling back at me.