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Oddly enough, it was the waitress’s ass that set me up.

We were in our favorite waterside restaurant when Clarice caught me looking at the shapely server’s rear end.

“What are you thinking? Big ass? Nice ass? Or man, I’d like to fuck that ass?”

Her words snapped my attention back to her as she swirled a swizzle stick slowly through her outrageously blue cocktail.

She grinned deviously at me, and I laughed, running a hand through my hair.

“None of those things. I was just looking. Her jeans are tight. Like super tight. I’m only human.”

“So no ass-fucking thoughts?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Nope.” And it was the truth.

“How about my ass?” she asked.

“How about it? It’s a perfect ass. It’s my favorite ass, in fact.”

She leaned in, and I noticed her lips were stained a light shade of blue. Somehow it made her even sexier than usual.

Decades of marriage hadn’t lessened my desire for her one bit.

“No,” she said, drawing the word out. “What I meant was: Do you want to fuck my ass.”

I just sat there for a moment blinking like an idiot. “Is that a real question?”

She cocked an eyebrow and removed the swizzle stick to suck on the end. My cock went hard almost before I could inhale. I could barely believe it.

“It is. I wouldn’t joke about that.”

“Well, I’m not going to lie. Fucking your ass is pretty much one of my top three sexual activities.”

“The other two being?” She’d slid her hand under the table and was rubbing my thigh.

“Fucking your pussy and fucking your mouth.”

She smiled. “You have good taste.”

“That I do.” I leaned in close to kiss her, and her hand slid up to my crotch. She rubbed my hard-on while we smooched. She squeezed my engorged cock tightly, and I groaned.

“I see you have something for me,” she said. “Come on, I’ll take it now.”

With that, she stood and turned toward the restrooms. I couldn’t believe she was serious. Ass-fucking in the little restroom? Was that really what she had in mind? But I stood and followed. I might have been confused, but I’m no fool.

I walked into the bathroom right on her heels, and she locked the door behind us.

“It’s a nice restroom. It’s a single-person room. And it has a lock,” she said, peeling off her jeans. I squatted on my haunches, grabbed her ass and started to lick her pussy. I pushed my face into her crotch. She was already dripping wet. My cock ached and my head was sort of spinning, but it was good. Very good. The key to ass-fucking Clarice is she has to be super turned on. And super wet.

I knew I could make that happen.

I licked her clit and then traced patterns over it the way she liked: figure eights, swirls, circles, zigzags. When I pushed two fingers deep inside her, I found her tight snatch was totally drenched. I fucked her relentlessly with those two fingers until her hands were tugging my hair hard as she came.

I stood and she turned her back to me, splaying her legs and pressing her hands and her forehead to the blue wall. The color matched her lips.

“Hurry,” she said, and my heart seemed to expand and shrink in the same moment.

Wasting no time at all, I dropped my jeans and my boxers and moved in close. I kissed the back of her neck. She shuddered, and then I drove my cock between her thighs a few times, gathering her wetness on my shaft. Then, using my fingers, I gathered more of her juice, smearing it around her back hole.

“Hurry,” she said again. Her voice was bright and eager.

I groaned against her hair, thinking if I didn’t get control of myself I’d come on the first stroke.

She pushed her ass back, beckoning me, and I pressed against her hole until her body relaxed and let me in. I slid in slowly, holding her hips and gritting my teeth. She sighed, and I felt her body adjust and accept me. Then she began to move, forcing herself back, impaling herself on my length.

“Jesus,” I growled.

“Wrong person, I’m Clarice,” she said with a naughty laugh. But then she sighed as I started to fuck her in earnest, finding my rhythm and my control. I squeezed her hips tight with my hands, knowing she liked the feel of my fingers biting into her skin.

She met me stroke for stroke as I relished the sensation of her ass gripping my dick and the way it seemed to draw me in further, even when I felt I’d gone as deep as I could go.

My jaw was tight as I tried to hang on. I found her breast with my left hand, pinching her nipple hard in the way that drove her nuts. Her small body bucked, and her back passage rippled around my driving dick.

“Again,” she demanded, loving the way I was tormenting her breast.

So I pinched her again, harder this time, pulling her nipple out tight until she hissed. I wanted her to come with me, and I was getting damn close. Too close to the point of no return to turn back. Someone knocked on the door, and she barked, “Occupied. Give me a minute!”

“I started to fuck her in earnest, finding my rhythm and my control.”

Her hand drifted down, and then she was stroking herself, her shoulder flexing as her hand moved between her legs. I felt her drive her fingers into her cunt because they brushed my cock through the thin membrane separating her asshole from her pussy.

“Christ,” I whispered, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Still the wrong person,” she whispered back. But she didn’t laugh because she was too close to climaxing.

My self-control snapped, and I did the only thing I could think to do as I started to lose myself. I bit the back of her neck to silence myself. Her body bowed, and she came along with me, trying to stifle the sound but mostly failing. I let myself go, filling her ass with my load as I thrust hard and deep.

She giggled softly as another knock came from outside. I pulled out of her and yanked up my boxers and jeans.

“Coming!” she yelled, quickly finding her jeans. She tugged them on and leaned over to kiss me. Then she whispered hotly in my ear, “Maybe I should have yelled ‘came’ instead.”

I followed her out, grinning like an idiot. I dutifully avoided the gaze of the angry woman waiting to use the restroom, but I smiled in her general direction, thinking of Clarice’s pretty blue lips and her perfect ass.

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Oddly enough, it was the waitress’s ass that set me up.

We were in our favorite waterside restaurant when Clarice caught me looking at the shapely server’s rear end.

“What are you thinking? Big ass? Nice ass? Or man, I’d like to fuck that ass?”

Her words snapped my attention back to her as she swirled a swizzle stick slowly through her outrageously blue cocktail.

She grinned deviously at me, and I laughed, running a hand through my hair.

“None of those things. I was just looking. Her jeans are tight. Like super tight. I’m only human.”

“So no ass-fucking thoughts?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Nope.” And it was the truth.

“How about my ass?” she asked.

“How about it? It’s a perfect ass. It’s my favorite ass, in fact.”

She leaned in, and I noticed her lips were stained a light shade of blue. Somehow it made her even sexier than usual.

Decades of marriage hadn’t lessened my desire for her one bit.

“No,” she said, drawing the word out. “What I meant was: Do you want to fuck my ass.”

I just sat there for a moment blinking like an idiot. “Is that a real question?”

She cocked an eyebrow and removed the swizzle stick to suck on the end. My cock went hard almost before I could inhale. I could barely believe it.

“It is. I wouldn’t joke about that.”

“Well, I’m not going to lie. Fucking your ass is pretty much one of my top three sexual activities.”

“The other two being?” She’d slid her hand under the table and was rubbing my thigh.

“Fucking your pussy and fucking your mouth.”

She smiled. “You have good taste.”

“That I do.” I leaned in close to kiss her, and her hand slid up to my crotch. She rubbed my hard-on while we smooched. She squeezed my engorged cock tightly, and I groaned.

“I see you have something for me,” she said. “Come on, I’ll take it now.”

With that, she stood and turned toward the restrooms. I couldn’t believe she was serious. Ass-fucking in the little restroom? Was that really what she had in mind? But I stood and followed. I might have been confused, but I’m no fool.

I walked into the bathroom right on her heels, and she locked the door behind us.

“It’s a nice restroom. It’s a single-person room. And it has a lock,” she said, peeling off her jeans. I squatted on my haunches, grabbed her ass and started to lick her pussy. I pushed my face into her crotch. She was already dripping wet. My cock ached and my head was sort of spinning, but it was good. Very good. The key to ass-fucking Clarice is she has to be super turned on. And super wet.

I knew I could make that happen.

I licked her clit and then traced patterns over it the way she liked: figure eights, swirls, circles, zigzags. When I pushed two fingers deep inside her, I found her tight snatch was totally drenched. I fucked her relentlessly with those two fingers until her hands were tugging my hair hard as she came.

I stood and she turned her back to me, splaying her legs and pressing her hands and her forehead to the blue wall. The color matched her lips.

“Hurry,” she said, and my heart seemed to expand and shrink in the same moment.

Wasting no time at all, I dropped my jeans and my boxers and moved in close. I kissed the back of her neck. She shuddered, and then I drove my cock between her thighs a few times, gathering her wetness on my shaft. Then, using my fingers, I gathered more of her juice, smearing it around her back hole.

“Hurry,” she said again. Her voice was bright and eager.

I groaned against her hair, thinking if I didn’t get control of myself I’d come on the first stroke.

She pushed her ass back, beckoning me, and I pressed against her hole until her body relaxed and let me in. I slid in slowly, holding her hips and gritting my teeth. She sighed, and I felt her body adjust and accept me. Then she began to move, forcing herself back, impaling herself on my length.

“Jesus,” I growled.

“Wrong person, I’m Clarice,” she said with a naughty laugh. But then she sighed as I started to fuck her in earnest, finding my rhythm and my control. I squeezed her hips tight with my hands, knowing she liked the feel of my fingers biting into her skin.

She met me stroke for stroke as I relished the sensation of her ass gripping my dick and the way it seemed to draw me in further, even when I felt I’d gone as deep as I could go.

My jaw was tight as I tried to hang on. I found her breast with my left hand, pinching her nipple hard in the way that drove her nuts. Her small body bucked, and her back passage rippled around my driving dick.

“Again,” she demanded, loving the way I was tormenting her breast.

So I pinched her again, harder this time, pulling her nipple out tight until she hissed. I wanted her to come with me, and I was getting damn close. Too close to the point of no return to turn back. Someone knocked on the door, and she barked, “Occupied. Give me a minute!”

“I started to fuck her in earnest, finding my rhythm and my control.”

Her hand drifted down, and then she was stroking herself, her shoulder flexing as her hand moved between her legs. I felt her drive her fingers into her cunt because they brushed my cock through the thin membrane separating her asshole from her pussy.

“Christ,” I whispered, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Still the wrong person,” she whispered back. But she didn’t laugh because she was too close to climaxing.

My self-control snapped, and I did the only thing I could think to do as I started to lose myself. I bit the back of her neck to silence myself. Her body bowed, and she came along with me, trying to stifle the sound but mostly failing. I let myself go, filling her ass with my load as I thrust hard and deep.

She giggled softly as another knock came from outside. I pulled out of her and yanked up my boxers and jeans.

“Coming!” she yelled, quickly finding her jeans. She tugged them on and leaned over to kiss me. Then she whispered hotly in my ear, “Maybe I should have yelled ‘came’ instead.”

I followed her out, grinning like an idiot. I dutifully avoided the gaze of the angry woman waiting to use the restroom, but I smiled in her general direction, thinking of Clarice’s pretty blue lips and her perfect ass.

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