When Adam called me, it was late. Really late. I’d been watching some shitty horror movie, but I was contemplating switching off the TV and going to bed when my phone rang. Knowing he was at a bachelor party, I immediately worried something had happened.

“What’s wrong?”

I answer the phone that way often — much to my chagrin and Adam’s amusement.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby,” he said. His voice was hushed, and I heard distant chaos in the background.

“Then what’s up?”

“Thinking about you.”

His voice had that tone. The one that sent a pang of arousal straight to my pussy.

“Oh yeah?” Instinctively, I put my hand between my legs, running the edge of it along the crease of my cunt, and my clit thumped appreciatively.

All it took was his confession and that tone in his voice.

“Yeah, we’ve been watching some…educational films.”

I laughed out loud, picturing them all partying and drinking, while porn streamed on a big-ass TV or maybe even a white sheet hung on the wall.

“Sounds fun,” I told him.

“And one of them…Well, it got me thinking about you.”

A shiver trailed down my spine. I sensed where the conversation was going.

“Are you drunk?” I asked.

“Not even buzzed,” he said.

“Then go on.”

“This guy was screwing around with a girl. She kind of looked like you, actually.”

“And?” I asked, coaxing him along.

“He pushed one finger into her butt. Then two. And then he was full-on fucking her ass, baby, and it made me think of doing that to you.”

Pressing the edge of my hand against my pounding clit, I said with faux innocence, “It has?”

“When I come home — ”

“I’ll be waiting,” I said, with promise in my voice. “But not if you’re too late.”

“I’m leaving soon,” he assured me. I could hear the excitement in his voice. The undeniable arousal.

“You do that,” I told him before he ended the call.

I sat on the sofa with the horror movie running in the background, but I wasn’t hearing it or seeing it. Instead, I was thinking of him and me. Fucking. Him fucking my pussy and making me come, then shoving his thick, hard cock into my ass to trigger yet another climax.

Butt-fucking always delivered entirely different orgasms for me.

I pushed two fingers into my pussy, let my head tilt back and worked my cunt. I savored the wet slide of my digits. My insides felt plump and ready. I used my fingers deftly, knowing just where to press and where to slide — and when to back off.

I came with a soft exhalation and then looked at the clock, knowing he couldn’t come home soon enough.

That orgasm took the edge off and — just barely — held me until he got home about a half hour later. His face was flushed, and a lock of his dark hair fell across his forehead. He licked his lips when he saw me.

“You need to make me come first,” I told him.

“I know.”

He moved toward me, and I took a playful step back.

“And make me come hard, “I said. “And probably more than once.”

He nodded eagerly, still advancing. I hit the ledge that bordered the stairs leading to the second floor and stopped in my tracks — but he didn’t.

Adam gripped the back of my head, leaned in and kissed me. His tongue was wet and warm and tasted like beer.

His hands slid beneath my shirt. His touch tickled, making me jump.

He immediately shoved down my pants, making them pool around my ankles. I kicked them off and away. Then he pushed a finger into my sopping pussy.

He dropped to his knees and started to lick my cunt. He lapped at my slit softly. His tongue made eager whirls, and I was so turned on I felt like I was going to come at any second. Adam curled his finger inside my pussy as he licked me. I grabbed a handful of his hair and humped his face.

He slid two more fingers inside me, and I groaned. Then I put both of my hands on his head and twined my fingers in his hair as I rocked my hips toward his mouth. My juices coated his hand and the tops of my thighs. His tongue darted around my slit, appearing as a pink flash as he ate me eagerly. I watched avidly, loving the visual of his mouth on my pussy.

Before long, I came.

Pulling away and looking up at me, Adam grinned. I held out my hand as I said, “Come upstairs. Nail my pussy first. Real quick like. Then I’ll be ready for you to fuck my ass.”

He groaned and let me lead him up the steps. I felt his breath on my bare back as he hurried close behind me.

I dropped onto our bed, landing so hard I bounced. I peeled off my shirt and dropped it over the edge of the mattress and onto the floor. I played with my nipples and gave them a pinch while he got undressed because I knew seeing me do that turned him on. I spread my legs, showing him my wet pussy.

He groaned once more and draped himself over me. His hand slid beneath my ass and lifted me a just a hair. He drove his cock into me, and I sighed.

“I’m so wet and so ready,” I told him.

I raised my knees and held them, spreading myself wide as he plowed me. His sweet mouth was on my neck, his breath was in my ear, and his hips were moving fast as he fucked me wildly.

My whole body shook, my pussy flickering and gripping as I was rocked by another orgasm. I looked up at him and said, “Now turn me over and fuck my ass.”

He kissed me eagerly and flipped me, positioning me on my hands and knees with my ass high and my head down.

I heard him rummaging in my nightstand and then the lube bottle being opened and squeezed. Next, I felt the cold kiss of the slick gel against my back hole — a few seconds before his finger slipped into me.

I was so hot and so horny, and I moaned with pleasure. I reached up and fingered my clit. And when he pushed a second finger into my ass, I slapped my hand against my pussy. I was so turned on, and my ass was so accommodating, things were moving quickly.

He bent and kissed my lower back, and somehow that sweet gesture made me want his cock in my ass all the more.

“Do it,” I said. “Put it in me.”

I heard him exhale softly. It was a startled, turned-on sound. He got behind me, taking the head of his cock and running it around my ass in teasing circles. He’d get to my rear hole and push forward slightly before pulling away and resuming his sweeping tour of my whole rear.

Finally, he positioned himself at my asshole and paused. I pushed back, forcing his cockhead to slip in, and we both froze. His hands clutched my waist tightly, then one slid to my rear, petting and stroking my ass cheek. He slid into me another inch, and then another; we stilled. My asshole was stretching, my fingers were stroking, and my pussy was thumping.

My heart banged wildly as we played our stop-and-start game. Craving more, I pushed back toward him. I figured he was about halfway in. Usually, that was his breaking point.

He’d look down at his cock breaching me, seeing his rod penetrating me, and lose his composure — and that’s when he’d start fucking me in earnest.

That night was no different; my husband did not disappoint. He held my hips tightly and shoved his cock into my backdoor. Reaching between my legs, I jammed a finger inside my cunt and felt his cock gliding into me through that thin barrier of flesh within me. I added a second finger and started to fuck myself furiously.

The hornier I got, the easier his work became, and then he was all the way in.

I continued finger-fucking myself — and indirectly stroking him.

“I can feel that,” he marveled. “That’s amazing.”

I grinned and kept my head down, causing my hair to hang in my face. I didn’t stop frantically pistoning my digits in and out of my drenched pussy.

“You want me to come?” I asked, glancing at him over my shoulder.

“Yes,” he said breathlessly.

“Then fuck me harder, baby,” I commanded.

I deliberately dragged my fingers along his veiled cock as he drove in and out of me.

I was so close to coming. I lost my patience, pulled my fingers free and stroked my button. All the while, he was breathing hard behind me, thrusting deep into my ass as my cunt grew tighter and tighter. I clenched my pussy as I continued to pet my clit, pushing myself over the edge. I hung my head and let the orgasm sweep over me.

Adam smoothed his hands up and down my hips. He stroked my ass cheeks and the backs of my thighs. His rhythm had slowed, and he was savoring the moment.

I pushed back to take him, clasping my hands in front of my face as I hung my head. The visual cue let him know that I was ready and he could fuck me as fast or as slow as he wanted.

He hummed appreciatively, and one hand drifted up to stroke my back and tickle me with his fingers as he drove his hard rod in and out of my ass.

“I love this,” he murmured as he fucked me. “How you feel, how tight you are. How you feel under me.”

I groaned and pushed back softly to take him and urge him on.

Adam went slowly until he couldn’t hold back anymore. I heard his sharp intake of air and felt his body tense. He righted himself, held me by the waist and pistoned in and out of my ass in a frenzy.

“Come in me,” I said, urging him on. “Fuck me. Come in my ass. Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

He gave it to me. A night of drinking with the boys, watching porn and wanting ass erupted into me. I felt the hot rush of his come as his taut body pressed against mine.

I collapsed onto the mattress, thinking I should encourage him to go out with the boys more often.