Grace and I have been married now for almost three years, and we’ve been best friends for more than five. It’s our philosophy that anything goes when it comes to sex. We have only a couple of rules: Stop if either one of us says so, and be gentle. Recently we’ve discovered that with the proper lubrication and stimulation, it is possible to truly enjoy anal penetration.

Last Friday Grace had to work late at the office, and I was generally bored, having put in my hours at the computer earlier in the day. The prospect of an evening alone was not something I was looking forward to when the phone rang and I heard my favorite voice saying, “Honey, I should be finished here about nine tonight, and I was just thinking how nice it would be to know you were at home getting ready for me.”

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Well, why don’t you go take a hot bath and scrub yourself really clean,” Grace said, “and then treat me to a really nice shave job. You know, between your legs and all. How about that?”

I chuckled into the phone. “I’ve got my cock in my hand, and it’s throbbing while you talk.”

Grace cut in. “Put it back! I don’t want you to touch it again until I get home and say you can. Is that understood?” I agreed, and Grace continued. “Now, when you’re all smooth, I want you to go into the bedroom and get our box of toys from my closet. Find that little dildo you gave me for my birthday, lubricate it, and slide it into your ass. Then I want you to put on the thong I got you for Christmas. Pull the strap up tight into the crack of your ass so it will help to hold in the dildo. Pick me up in two hours.”

“What do you want me to wear over the thong?” I asked.

“Your trench coat. Nothing else. It’s dark and raining, so no one should notice. I’ll be out front waiting for you, so don’t be late. I love you. Bye.”

My head was spinning, my cock was raging, and even my ass was throbbing as I went into the bathroom and started the water flowing for my bath. I got naked, settled in for a leisurely soak and began to imagine what Grace had in mind for the rest of the evening.

Two hours later I was in the car, naked except for a trench coat and shoes and with a small but filling dildo in my ass. My cock was barely contained by the tight spandex of my thong panties. I was so turned on I was just about panting as I drove through town to the business district.

I pulled up outside Grace’s building and shut off the motor. A few minutes later, she came bounding out with a sly grin on her face.

“How’s my honey?” my wife said as she climbed into the seat next to me. She leaned over and reached down to squeeze my straining cock and balls. “You’re not uncomfortable, are you?”

I moaned, “I’m about to explode all over you and the car!”

As I merged into the light evening traffic, Grace opened my coat all the way and said, “You don’t mind if I just check to make sure you’re all smooth, do you?” Now I truly was naked, driving down the highway with a dildo in my shaved behind. “Oh, good,” she said, pulling aside my pre-come-soaked thong. “I see you did a very thorough job shaving yourself here in front. Now let’s see how you did in back.”

I lifted myself up as much as I could without losing control of the car, and Grace slid her right hand down between my legs. When she reached the base of the dildo, she gently pressed it further into me. I gasped with pleasure at the added stimulation. “Keep your eyes on the road, honey,” she said teasingly.

We were almost home when Grace said, “I want you to pull up in front of the entrance to our apartment and slip off your thong. Keep the trench coat open but around your shoulders in case we see anyone, and walk slowly up to our apartment without letting the dildo fall out. Okay?”

I nodded, parked and peeled off my thong. I had to squeeze my ass-cheeks together to keep from losing the dildo, but I managed to get out of the car okay after checking to be sure no one was around. My cock was jutting straight out in front of me, and the light rain and cool wind sent a chill through my body.

We live in a two-storey redbrick building in an upstairs unit. Grace pulled me gently up the stairs by my cock, and I shuffled after her, straining to keep the dildo in my ass as I carefully raised first one leg, then the other. Once on the landing, Grace opened the door and pulled me inside our apartment. After shutting and locking the door, she led me over to the couch and pushed me down onto my knees, so that my chest and face were on the seat of the couch and my ass was sticking up in the air.

“Stay there, don’t move,” my wife said. She left the room and came back moments later, completely naked. She lit a candle on the table in the center of our living room, then reached into the box of toys I had gotten from the closet and pulled out a tube of lubrication. Reaching into the shoulder bag she had brought in from the car, she pulled out a medium-size, wet-looking dildo.

“I bought a new toy,” she said. The dildo was made of soft rubber and had a sort of pearlescent surface. “Do you think you can take it?”

“I want it,” I managed to say. Grace stood right next to me and proceeded to slide the dildo inside herself, moaning long and deep. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth was open and her pussy was literally dripping as she worked the new rubber cock in and out of herself.

Finally she moved behind me. “I want you to relax as much as you can,” she said huskily. She gently slid the small dildo out of my ass, and I felt her fingers exploring my crack. She eased a finger into me. Then I felt another finger. I pushed back and, bearing down, let her fingers as far into me as they would go. I moaned passionately; it felt so good.

Grace removed her fingers and I felt the cool gel of the lubricant as she spread it on my ass. Next I felt the smooth head of the dildo that had been in her now pressing against my anus. Grace began to ease the dildo into me. At first I wasn’t sure it would go, but I forced myself to relax and it began to slide in. My wife continued to press gently but firmly until I could feel her fist on my cheeks. I was on fire! It felt as if I was being totally possessed, like I was being taken and enjoyed completely by another person. I had always wondered what it must feel like to be a woman and be made love to by a man, to be penetrated instead of penetrating. It was fantastic! I wanted more and I said so.

Slowly Grace started to fuck me with the dildo. I could tell by her breathing that she was playing with herself as she moved the rubber cock in and out of my ass. She began to moan out loud, and I thrust back to meet the dildo sliding in and out of me. Soon Grace was pumping wildly into my ass and saying “Oh God, oh God!” I could tell that she was beginning to come. I began to half-pant, half-chant, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass!”

My wife gave one mighty moan, drove the dildo fully into me and collapsed on my back, breathing heavily. After a few brief moments, she gently pulled the rubber cock out of my ass and said, “How do you want me?”

I pressed her back onto the couch so that her feet were on the floor but her hips were just on the edge of the seat. Then I positioned my cock at the opening of her sopping cunt and lunged, burying myself to the hilt in her juicy sex. I pumped into her more and more rapidly until the tightness I felt in my balls spread to my stomach and thighs. And then I was coming, and Grace was coming, both of us together in a huge orgasmic explosion.

Later that night, my wife got up and came back with some blankets, and we slept the rest of the night on the couch, held tightly in each other’s arms. I had sweet, erotic dreams.