Ray and I will have been married exactly one year come June 16, and with our anniversary right around the corner, I’ve been thinking back to our wedding night. If ever there was a woman who came to life sexually in one night, it’s me.

A very strict upbringing had rendered me shy and awkward around men. I was so unlike the cool, sophisticated woman of the Nineties that it was laughable. Even with the nerdy guys my well-meaning friends tried to fix me up with, I was a flop. At work, I was organized and efficient. On a date, I was a complete jerk.

And then along came Ray. He was as different from the men I’d been dating as night is from day. He was strong, outgoing, and assertive almost to the point of being arrogant. A hot-shot from the Midwest brought in to put some zip in our sales department, he rubbed some of the staff the wrong way. But not the women. With his nicely muscled body and smooth, even features, Ray was almost movie-star handsome. Even my best friend, Shelly, quiet and reserved by nature, was given to gushing about “the new guy in sales.”

Imagine my surprise when Ray invited me to dinner one Friday night. How could he have taken a liking to plain-Jane me, I wondered, when over in accounting there was sexy Sheila, a Marilyn Monroe look-alike who sashayed around the office in skintight clothes, “accidentally” brushing against every other man she came across?

Amazingly, my first date with Ray went just fine — so well, in fact, that he asked me out again. And again. Away from the office, he was warm and introspective, with a wry sense of humor. And he was always the gentleman. It was this, perhaps more than anything else, that made me feel so comfortable. Sensitive to my inexperience, he never pushed the subject of sex. To be sure, he tried his best to seduce me, calling up what I was later to realize were all the romantic skills at his command, but he never made an issue of it. A typical attempted seduction would end with us both laughing easily, him at having tailed yet again and me in warm appreciation of his (albeit grudging) acceptance of my wish to remain a virgin until my wedding night.

We had been seeing each other tor seven months when Ray asked me to marry him. It was the only way to get in my pants, he explained jokingly. Needless to say, I was thrilled, and I immediately started looking torward to my wedding night. That it would be special I was certain, tor I had already experienced the magic of his kiss and thrilled ( quietly, so as not to encourage him too much) to his knowing touch. I knew I couldn’t have found a better man to introduce me to sex.

With all that sexual energy stored inside me, I knew I was like a bomb ready to explode. Yet I was blown away by the raw desire that surfaced that happy night. I licked and sucked Ray’s cock in total fascination, loving the feel of it in my mouth, the taste of it, and it was soon after he entered me that I started coming. He came in my pussy the first time, and the second time, at my insistence, he spilled his semen into my hungry mouth. It was how he fucked me the third time however, that turned me into a gasping, grunting, groaning female animal wallowing in pleasure.

I was savoring the taste of my husband’s come on my lips when he eased me over onto my stomach. A finger coated well with pussy juice was then inserted into my asshole. I moaned softly into the pillow, unable to believe how good that finger felt sawing in and out of my rear hole. “You’re going to love this, hon,” I heard my husband say as he carefully worked a second greased finger into my behind and I mewled in appreciation.

I had always known that my ass is my best feature, and on more than one occasion, Ray had remarked on the beauty of my bottom, but it had never occurred to me that my asshole was an erogenous zone. His fingers felt so good back there, sliding in and out, wriggling around and carefully opening up my private place. I knew what was coming, and I wanted it. Just the thought of Ray’s cock entering my ass had me pushing it up and back to greet his probing fingers.

Opening my eyes, I looked back to see my husband kneeling on the bed and smearing lubricant on his cock, which was swollen for the third time and looking larger than ever. He removed his fingers from my bottom, coated them with lubricant and then put them back inside me. For another minute or so, he sawed his fingers in and out of me, preparing my little hole for penetration.

“Relax, hon,” Ray said soothingly. “I’ll go real slow.”

“Do it,” I said excitedly.

Ray stuffed a pillow under me to elevate my hips and then got into position. I screwed my eyes shut, my fingers digging into the bed sheet in anticipation of his penetration. I whimpered with excitement and apprehension when I felt the head of his cock pressing against my rear hole, then gasped when he started pushing it inside my bottom. Slowly, half inch by half inch, Ray eased his cock into me.

There was some discomfort — a slight burning sensation-but it gradually disappeared, and I was able to fully savor the glorious feel of his cock back there. He was all the way inside me now, the full length of his manhood buried in my behind, and it was more wonderful than I could ever have imagined. A sense of delicious helplessness flowed through me.

Ray withdrew until only the head of his cock was gripped by my asshole and then slowly slid back inside me. He did this again and again, gradually picking up the tempo until he was stroking smoothly in and out. He told me to play with my pussy and I did, a hand snaking down under my body to start rubbing my clit.

“Oh, God, I love it,” I rasped. “Your cock. Your big cock in my ass.” My whole body was aflame with lust. The feel of Ray’s cock in my pussy had been wonderful, but having him in my bottom, deep in the cloying confines of my rectum, was special indeed.

When he was close to coming, when my animal-like grunts and groans and breathless pleas to never stop had brought him to the very edge, Ray fell forward so that he was lying atop me. With his cock still firmly imbedded in my ass, he worked his hands under me and grasped my breasts. Then he started fucking again, this time with complete abandon, rapidly plunging his cock into me as I shrieked with delight.

A monster wave of pure pleasure washed over me, and then another, and another, the intensity of my orgasm clouding my mind and blurring my vision. Ray let out a mighty roar and came in my ass. Breathing heavily in my ear, he lay on top of me until his cock had wilted in my ass, and then he rolled onto his back. I remained on my stomach, with my asshole feeling twice its normal size. Already I missed the pulsing fullness of my husband’s cock back there.

Needless to say, my wildly enthusiastic response to anal sex thrilled my husband, and since our wedding night, he has done me anally about once every two weeks. Tempted though we are to do it more often, we don’t want to dim its special appeal for us. Too much of a good thing, you know. And we find that looking forward to a session of anal sex is arousing in itself. Knowing I’m going to have my husband’s hard cock thrusting deep in my upturned bottom keeps me hot and soaking wet for days beforehand.