The way to this girl’s heart is through her backdoor.

Anal pleasures amp her up like nothing else, and her husband is more than happy to turn that key.

I had just started the dryer and was sorting a second load of laundry when I found something in my husband’s pants pocket that stopped me short. I held the bottle of anal lube in my hand as a shiver of excitement raced through me. Thoughts of my Saturday morning chore faded away, replaced by the vivid memory of how Jay and I had last used that lube.

A week earlier, we’d gone to dinner at the roadhouse in town. Feeling naughty, as I so often do, I had grabbed the lube before heading out the door and I’d shown it to Jay while we waited for a table at the restaurant. He’d smiled — my husband is completely in sync with my anal sex fixation — and we’d slipped away to the restroom for a backdoor dalliance. I’d leaned over the sink, my face inches from the mirror, skirt flipped up and panties pulled down, while Jay had held my hips and plowed my ass from behind. It was mind-blowingly good — but then, anal sex for me is always amazing.

Outside, the lawn mower’s steady drone stopped suddenly, and the silence broke me out of my reverie. I heard the back door open and close as Jay came in the house. Perfect timing. Feeling flushed with arousal, I called out to my husband, “Look what I found.”

He appeared in the laundry room doorway, bare-chested, tanned and smelling of fresh-cut grass. His hazel eyes swept over me and glimmered with appreciation. I still had on the sexy nightie I’d worn to bed the night before, but I might as well have been naked, the way Jay was looking at me. The thin satin fabric clung to my full breasts and revealed the outline of my erect nipples. Jay’s gaze fell on the bottle of lube in my hand … and then flicked to my barely concealed ass.

I arched an eyebrow and grinned.

He grinned back.

It was game on.

Jay wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. The kiss he planted on my lips wasn’t a quick “good morning” peck, not by a long shot. I felt this one all the way down to my toes. His cock was already bulging in his shorts, and when I touched him there, I could feel him grow bigger still. He slid his hands up my legs and beneath my nightie, slowly moving them around back to massage the globes of my ass. I couldn’t help quivering with anticipation, any more than I could keep the note of keen desperation out of my moan.

Hoisting myself up to sit on the clothes dryer, I lifted my knees high and planted my feet at the edge of the vibrating machine. Jay moved in close and bent to press his face to my sex. I felt the touch of his breath first, falling on my private parts in warm, rapid puffs. His tongue came next, the tip flicking between my pussy lips and delving inside. I sighed with pleasure and spread my knees wider to make sure Jay had complete, unfettered access down there. Stripping off my nightie, I leaned back and scooted my butt right to the dryer’s edge. Jay licked my cunt ardently until I was all gooey inside, and then he moved lower, holding my asscheeks apart and tracing circles around my tiny hole.

“Oh God, keep — keep doing that,” I stammered, prompting Jay to lick me more aggressively. I pushed against his mouth, urging him to give free rein to his oral explorations. At the same time, I brought my thumb to bear on my clit, which doubled the strength of the sublime sensations pulsing through me. I guess that move on my part gave Jay an idea, because he nudged his own thumb gently but firmly into my rear orifice. I cried out and bounced uncontrollably against the clothes dryer for several seconds, caught in the throes of a sudden climax.

I was still reeling a little when Jay lifted me down and set me on my feet, but my desperate need for deeper anal pleasures induced me to grab hold of the dryer and stick my backside out. “Fuck my ass now,” I demanded of my husband. My voice was choked with lust. “Put your cock where we both want it most.”

Jay was already getting out of his shorts and underwear. A moment later he pressed against me from behind and slid his hard-on up and down between my buttocks. He hadn’t entered me yet, but I could feel his rod’s frantic throbs against my skin. I could hardly wait to feel those throbs inside me, deep in my ass.

There was a pause as Jay popped open the bottle of anal lube and spread the slick stuff over his penis. His hand on my back urged me to bend lower, and I did so, thrusting my tush out even farther in the process. Jay planted his cock’s head at my rear opening and eased forward. His tongue and his thumb had relaxed me back there, and now his slippery pole pushed through my ring of muscle without any discomfort at all. What I did feel was intense, exhilarating pleasure as Jay thrust deeper, filling and expanding my back channel with his pulsating tool.

“Yes, baby, yes!” I cried, pushing back at Jay. Slowly but surely he bottomed out in my ass, then held still while I caught my breath. Easing back out, he stopped short of withdrawing all the way. I could still feel his crown in me, holding my backdoor open as he drove forward again. This time he pushed in all the way, until he was buried to the balls in my fanny — and I experienced feelings of fullness and deep primal satisfaction that were basically indescribable. Breathing heavily, I clenched the sides of the clothes dryer and rocked back at my man. He clutched the sides of my ass and sawed into me faster. The more turned on I got, the harder he pounded my backside until we were fucking like we’d lost our minds. “I’m coming!” I screamed, slapping the metal surface of the dryer in time with Jay’s thrusts.

Jay cried out as he came, too, his hefty cock buried all the way in my ass and straining to go deeper as it spurted a generous load of cream back there.

Afterward, we held on to one another for a while, laughing and cuddling, before taking a shower together. We both knew it wouldn’t be long before I offered my ass to Jay again because, quite simply, that’s what I crave the most.

My sex life has always been dominated by the pursuit of anal pleasures. Jay was the first man I had anal sex with, but I’d been playing around with that area of my body for quite a while by then. At first it was solo: the curious explorations of a girl with eager fingers, toys and a mirror. I found that I loved playing with my ass. I couldn’t get enough of the physical sensations, and the naughty, taboo aspect was icing on the cake. Eager to expand my anal education, so to speak, I took the lead in a situation with a female friend that developed quite naturally. This was before I met Jay, who thoroughly enjoyed the erotic story when I relayed all the details to him a few months later.

Nora and I were friends in college, but ironically, our intimate encounter didn’t happen until we’d been out in the real world for a few months. We were alone in her apartment one evening, drinking wine and revealing personal fantasies to each other. We finished the bottle, and Nora opened another. After a while, she said she wanted to show me something. She led me into her bedroom and opened her nightstand drawer. I peered inside and beheld Nora’s extensive collection of sex toys, several of which were made for anal play. I picked one up — it was a beautiful, multicolored glass butt plug — and turned to Nora. She was sitting on her bed looking at me with big, shining eyes. Her desire was written all over her face. My heart thumped wildly, and my pussy was super wet. I smiled, held out the anal toy and said, “Let’s use this.”

Nora instantly embraced the idea. Perhaps she’d even been secretly hoping for this tawdry turn of events. She returned my grin with a passionate smile of her own and took the naughty toy from my hand.

“Now pick another one,” she said excitedly.

I reached into the drawer and grabbed a scarlet-colored vibrator with a flared base, plus the jar of anal jelly nestled among the rest of the toys. On the bed, Nora was getting undressed as fast as she could. I followed suit, feeling so turned on that I could hardly see straight. Soon, we were both completely naked and rolling around in a tangle of arms and legs on her bed.

Nora was not just my first girl; she was my first anal partner. I discovered a kindred spirit that night. Like me, she was totally into ass play. At first, though, we just messed around for a while, exploring each other’s body to our hearts’ content. Nora had nice round breasts, medium-sized and firm, with small pink nipples that fit perfectly between my lips. I enjoyed petting her dark pubic bush, which was a novelty to me after years of shaving my own mound completely bare. I ventured to sample her pussy with my mouth, which thrilled us both. I particularly loved the silky feel of Nora’s inner labia against my lips and tongue. Her squeals of absolute pleasure in response to my ministrations were so exciting that I spent several minutes lapping at her swollen clitoris.

Nora’s fine bottom, however, was my ultimate goal. “Turn over,” I said, and my friend complied at once, getting onto her elbows and knees. Her backside looked incredibly sexy like that, so smooth and round and thrust up into the air to receive whatever pleasures I sought fit to deliver. I ran my hands all over those supple cheeks, eliciting a moan of sweet frustration from Nora. The vibrator lay close at hand, but it would have to wait; I was eyeing Nora’s cute little asshole with another thought in mind. She quivered with anticipation as I crouched behind her and pressed my face into her crack. When I flicked out my tongue to lather her most private spot, she gasped loudly.

“Oh God, Pam,” she cried. “You’re licking my asshole … it feels so good … ” Her voice drifted off into a long, passionate moan. She reached back to finger her clit while I rimmed her, and the combined tactile sensations made her whimper for release. When I replaced my tongue with my index finger, sliding it slowly through the grip of her sphincter, she shuddered with deep satisfaction. I began to pump my finger in and out of her ass, and Nora rocked back at me, loving every second. I knew she was eager for the more substantial length and breadth of a vibrator in her butt, so after a few minutes I lubed up the toy and carefully slid it home. Nora’s eager bottom needed only a few seconds to accept the entire length of the vibrator inside. The look of ecstasy on her face — eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a sensual “O” — made me pump the vibrator more assertively in and out of her creamy derriere. She pressed her face into her pillow and came hard, sobbing with joy.

When Nora regained her senses, she was eager to return the favor. She rolled onto her back and had me get atop her, sixty-nine fashion. My ass was right there in front of her face, mere inches from her tongue — which she brought to my puckered opening immediately. “Oh!” I cried, caught off guard by the exquisitely naughty sensation. I sat up straighter, the better to feel Nora’s tongue squarely on my eager hole. Moaning excitedly, she spread my cheeks apart and tongue-fucked my ass with a boldness that took my breath away. Her pussy was directly below my face, but she had me so worked up with her oral attack on my backdoor that I could hardly think about anything else. Still, Nora’s pretty cunt was impossible to ignore. I worked my hand against her sopping-wet folds and pushed my thumb into her butt, which elicited a shudder of elation from Nora.

“Where’s that glass plug?” she asked.

“Here.” I handed it back to her, along with the lube.

I felt her fingers enter me initially — first one and then a second, easing up my backside and wriggling against my sphincter, relaxing the tight ring of muscle.

“Oooh,” was all I could say. “Ooh-ooh-ooh … ” The sounds came out of me in a staccato rhythm that matched the thrusts of Nora’s probing fingers. When she withdrew them, I was going to ask her not to stop, but then I felt the polished tip of the toy pushing against my orifice. It popped through a second later, spreading an even better, more fulfilling sensation through my core. The weight of the toy was exquisite as it nestled against the inside of my backdoor. Nora was not content to let the plug merely rest there in my bottom, however. She took hold of the base and began tugging — not enough to pull it out, but more than enough to make me swoon. I gasped as a wellspring of pleasure erupted in my ass and flowed throughout my entire being.

“You like that, Pam?” asked Nora, knowing very well that I did. “You like that a lot, don’t you?” She slapped my butt with one hand and tugged decisively on the toy with the other, making me shudder violently.

“Oh God, I’m coming!” My shouts of bliss filled Nora’s bedroom as I undulated against her. When she withdrew the plug from my ass, I experienced a final surge of ecstasy that made me see stars. I held on to her body and quaked against her soft skin until the climax ran its course.

Soon after that experience I met Jay, and it wasn’t long before I knew he was the man to take my anal sex odyssey to the next level. At the time we began dating, Jay was spending a lot of his weekends building a house on his ranch. He works in construction, and the house (which we live in today) was a side project that he worked on with friends in his free time. He was especially proud of the solarium, which brought the home’s beautiful mountainous surroundings inside. I was there on the day he finished that particular room, and I was ready to help him christen it in the best way I could — not with a bottle of champagne, but with a bottle of lube.

“I want you to always remember the first thing you ever did in this solarium,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a passionate kiss. I showed him the lube, turned around, and rubbed my fanny against the front of his jeans. “Fuck my ass, Jay. Right here and right now. I want it bad.” Saying those words made me blush, but I really did need it bad. Jay and I had fucked the old-fashioned way a few times by then, and while it had been superb each time, I was eager to share my love of anal sex with my new boyfriend.

Jay was speechless for a moment, but the moment was brief. I looked over my shoulder at him as his handsome face broke into an even more handsome smile, and he gathered me up in his arms. “I’d be honored to make that memory with you,” he said softly into my ear. I felt the rapid growth of his manhood against my butt, and I could hardly wait to slip off my shorts and his pants and get down to business!

There was no furniture in the solarium yet, just a lot of sunshine and views of the Grand Tetons that took my breath away. I’d brought along a yoga mat and a beach towel, which I now arranged on the floor. When I straightened up, I looked at Jay and saw how excited he was — the bulge in the front of his jeans made his arousal abundantly clear. I walked up to him, yanked his zipper down and sank to my knees, pulling his pants and underwear down with me. I barely noticed when he kicked off his boots, because his mesmerizing cock was standing straight out as if staring me in the face. I took hold of the base and lowered my mouth over the portly crown while cupping Jay’s balls in my other hand. He gave a soft sigh of contentment and ran his hands through my hair. I bobbed forward, taking his thick cock deep into my mouth, then backed off, sucking and blowing his shaft. For another minute or two, I treated Jay to the appetizer of my lips and tongue on his rock-hard organ, until our mutual desperation for even greater pleasures got the better of us. Lust turned Jay’s breathing ragged as he lay me down on my back and lowered himself between my upraised knees. I pulled him down atop me and his manhood sank into my sopping-wet pussy, setting off waves of pleasure that made me tremble. I gripped Jay’s muscular asscheeks as they flexed above me, powering his cock in and out of my vagina. My clit sparked with every impact of his groin. This, too, was merely a warm-up, a prelude to the main attraction: the sweet, intense satisfaction of a good ass-fucking.

When Jay lifted off me, I rolled onto my stomach and raised my hips into the air, putting my butt up for attention. I heard Jay’s breath catch as he admired my cheeks, bathed fully in the blazing sunlight that streamed through the solarium’s roof. He began caressing and massaging my bottom with his strong, calloused hands.

“You have such a fine ass,” he said. “It’s so soft and yet firm, too.”

I trembled with unbearable suspense as he let go of my rump long enough to grab the lube. There was a beat of silence, and then I felt his greased finger ply my back hole. His probing digit slipped right through, and I moaned with encouragement, so he pushed another finger in there. It was a tight fit, but my anus adjusted readily enough. As my hole grew more pliant, the pleasurable sensations intensified. Jay began working his fingers in and out, further relaxing my backdoor while ramping up my passion. “Oh, God,” I murmured, already close to coming. “Put your dick in me, Jay. I cannot wait another fucking second!”

He withdrew his fingers and then prepared his cock. Then I felt his meaty crown rub against my back hole. I held my breath, feeling all tingly with expectation. Jay pushed forward, entering me. The explosion of sensations back there were so incredible they almost made me lose my mind.

“Yes, that is so good,” I cried, unable to control the shaking of my body. Jay slid another inch of his turgid prick up my backside, then another, pausing each time to make sure I was acclimating to his organ’s hefty presence. The feeling was orgasmic, especially when he got all of his cock in me that he possibly could. My sphincter happily acquiesced, and I experienced a glorious climax as Jay lay atop me, steadfastly sawing his cock in and out of my derriere.

I sensed that he could go deeper still if I got my knees under me. Repositioning myself accordingly, I pushed back at Jay, who held still and watched his rod slide into my butt, right up to the hilt. “Oh, that feels incredible,” I rasped. “Now go ahead and pound my ass. Don’t hold back.”

I lost the power of speech after that, as Jay began to plunge his manhood in and out my rump with all the alacrity I demanded of him. My face and shoulders were on the floor while my backside was high up, receiving the kind of vigorous backdoor fucking I’d been working up to my whole adult life. Jay, on his knees, jackhammered against my buttocks in a hypnotic rhythm, and his burrowing cock completely rocked my world. I had an unusually long, deep orgasm, during which I slapped at the floor and made mewling sounds of ecstasy. I was still on cloud nine when Jay came explosively, withdrawing his cock from my anus at the last second and dousing my butt cheeks with his semen. He was so worked up that the first blast from his spitting cock reached all the way to my hair. The last spurts he aimed into my crack; I felt the sticky-warm cream coat my well-worked hole like a comforting salve.

That was two years ago. Married now, Jay and I continue to enjoy plenty of anal sex. I’ve completed my education on that front, and now I get to put what I’ve learned to good use!