I wanted our first anniversary to be a special night.

During the year we’d been married, Charlie had treated me like a queen, and had been a loving stepfather to my daughter. He’s a devoted, considerate man who took us into his life at a time when I was in a downward spiral. I wanted our anniversary to be a special night of romance for us, as a way of saying thanks to him for all that he had done for my daughter and me.

So I booked us a room in a really chic riverfront hotel. After an outstanding dinner, we strolled along the river holding hands, and I repeatedly stroked his palm with my fingertips, a signal we’d developed to communicate a desire for oral sex. However, Charlie seemed preoccupied tonight.

We returned to our deluxe room (with a king-size bed and a huge bathtub) and made small talk for a few minutes, until I decided it was time to show my appreciation. I stood in front of Charlie and began to undress. I unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor.

I must have been feeling the effects of the lovely merlot we had for dinner when I fumbled with my blouse buttons. I was also starting to feel hot. Nevertheless, I managed to pull my pantyhose off. Finally I saw signs of manly interest from Charlie — in the form of a bulge rising in his pants!

With my nipples swelling, I reached behind me to unsnap my flesh-colored bra, and my boobs sprang out. I’ve known since they developed that they’re my best attribute, with large brown areolae and extremely sensitive nipples. I discovered early on that I love it when guys suck on my tits.

I shed my panties, which were already damp from arousal, then licked my fingers and started pinching my nipples. I always liked to have Charlie watch me play with myself, so I was startled when he said, “You look lovely, darling, but I’d rather see you with your pussy shaved.”

I’ve always kept my bush neatly trimmed. Now evidently Charlie wanted me to go all the way. He said, “I packed extra razors, in case you need,” and tossed me a small shaving kit. I realized this wasn’t a suggestion as much as a command.

I took the kit with me to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, contemplating how to begin. Mostly I was concerned not to nick any delicate areas. Then the door opened and Charlie came in, naked and definitely aroused. “I know that you’ve always been a loving wife, Karen,” he said, “but we have to go further. Right now I’m going to fuck you until your eyes pop out.”

I always liked it when Charlie bossed me around in our coupling. It made me feel like a desired woman. As he pulled me close to kiss me, his swollen manhood nudged my soon-to-be-bald pussy. When he pushed me to my knees, I just assumed that he wanted his cock sucked, and I was more than happy to oblige. But he stopped me and instead laid me on my back on the floor, then knelt next to me and reached for the shaving kit.

He took a tube of shaving cream, squirted some over my pussy and worked it through my pubes, then took out a razor and began shaving my fuzzy triangle. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll be very careful,” he assured me as he got closer to my most sensitive area. Even though, as I mentioned, I trimmed my bush, the hair was still quite thick, so Charlie used a fresh razor to finish the job. I looked down to see my newly shorn labia carefully guarding my clit.

“Now get on your knees so I can finish the other side,” Charlie said. I rolled over and spread my cheeks for him, and he carefully -removed the last follicles from the inner reaches of my ass crack.

With my ass still in the air, I expected Charlie to mount me doggie-style. The very thought of being taken on the bathroom floor was actually exciting me. But behind me he was doing something I couldn’t see, and suddenly I felt a slick tube being inserted in my rectum. As warm liquid flowed into my rear, I asked what he was doing. He explained calmly that he was giving me an enema as an introduction to this experience.

“Listen, Karen,” Charlie said, his voice low but firm, “a wife has got to keep her husband satisfied, or he’ll be tempted to stray. I’ve -always been faithful to you, but I need more.”

I was stunned. I thought we had a great sex life.

He continued. “I need something from you that no one else has had.”

Ah! So a blowjob didn’t count. I’d begun giving them to guys my freshman year in college. And soon thereafter I lost my virginity, so that didn’t count either. But Charlie knew I’d never allowed a guest in through my back porch, so to speak. Well, I wanted to share all that I could with him, so I said, “I want you to be my first, sweetheart.”

After I used the commode he gave me another enema, which I was surprised to find stimulating! Then he led me to the tub, and we steeped in a hot bath scented with fragrant bubbles. My pussy was still tender, so Charlie washed me really gently. He ran his finger around and into my vagina and anus, cleaning me enthusiastically.

We got out of the tub and entered the shower to rinse off the bubbles. We kissed and rubbed our bodies together. Charlie squeezed my boobs lovingly while he ran his hands over my body. Then he dried me and led me to the bedroom.

“I know I wasn’t your first lover, Karen,” he said, “but I will be proud to be the first to come in your bottom. It may feel strange to you at first, but we’ll go slow and I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

My head was spinning from the wine and everything else, but I knelt on the bed on all fours. Charlie leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck, then down my spine. When he got below my waist, he spread my ass cheeks and licked my anus tenderly. I quivered. No one had ever done that to me. I buried my head in a pillow and reached back to pull my cheeks farther apart. Again I felt his tongue race over my virgin asshole, and again I shivered with delight.

Charlie produced a tube of K-Y jelly. He put a dab on his finger and slowly traced small circles around the rim of my anus. I giggled, partly from nervousness and partly because it tickled. He applied more lube to his finger and began to penetrate my anus. “Take deep breaths through your nose and relax, honey,” he said, and he was right — his finger started to feel really good! I gasped as it went in deeper. It began to move in lazy circles, and with each circle it made, I relaxed further.

Then he withdrew the finger. I anxiously awaited its return, but instead he told me to feel my pussy, then asked, “Is it wet?” I didn’t have to feel it to know the answer!

“It’s time for this sweet hole to take my cock,” he said. The thought made me shiver. Charlie seemed to think it was fear rather than anticipation, and reassured me: “Don’t worry, you may feel a little pressure when I begin fucking you, but it’ll be all right. I’ve put a thick layer of jelly on my cock, and once I get past your opening, I’ll stop for a moment for you to get accustomed to me.”

I appreciated his consideration, but really I wanted him to stop talking and start fucking! At last I felt his knob at my portal. As he popped my ass, he said, “I love you, Karen.” I gasped. After a few seconds the sensation turned pleasant. Then the pleasure intensified, and my gasps turned to moans.

“Oh God, I love you!” I cried. “Fuck my virgin ass!”

I shifted my weight and slid backwards, taking more of Charlie’s cock in. When he started pumping slowly, I pushed back to accept more of him. I put my hand in between my legs to stroke myself and found that I was literally dripping! And then I was coming, harder than I ever had. When Charlie shot his wad, I nearly passed out from the excitement.

After a minute he withdrew his limp cock, and I rolled onto my back and took him in my arms. “I love you, Charlie,” I panted. I still do.