Maryanne and Freddie’s holiday festivities include extremely arousing explorations of anal as they celebrate Christmas and ring in the new year in a delightfully debauched manner.

I awoke early on Christmas morning. I couldn’t help it. I’m twenty-five, but the magic of this special day still manages to excite me. Unlike the Christmases of my youth, however, my wishes on this occasion were decidedly more adult-oriented.

Freddie, my husband of two years, lay snoozing beside me. I propped myself up on my elbow and watched him sleep. We’d set up a Christmas tree by the wall opposite the bed, and its colorful lights bathed Freddie’s face in a romantic glow. Feeling a tug at my heartstrings — and my libido — I brushed his lips lightly with my own. He stirred a little, but he went on sleeping. I was eager to give Freddie his first gift of the day.

Under the blankets, I placed my hand on his chest and slid my fingertips downward. We sleep in the nude, so in due course I found Freddie’s cock — which, lo and behold, was stiff as a board and just as hard. Morning wood, I thought, smiling to myself in the semi-darkness. Imagining my husband’s concupiscent dreams, I curled my hand around his hefty erection and felt my lust surge. Freddie stirred again and moaned softly, unable to ignore my touch on his throbbing prick.

“Good morning,” I said, stroking him. “Merry Christmas.”

“Mmm. Merry Christmas to you, too.” He smiled and reached up to brush a stray lock of hair out of my eyes.

“You’re up early.”

“And you’re hard early.” I giggled. “It’s perfect.”

“For what?” His hand went to the small of my back and drifted over my skin in feather-soft circles.

“Your first present,” I declared.

“There are plenty of presents under the tree,” Freddie said, “if you want to get up and start opening — ”

“No, those can wait.” I giggled again, but inside I was feeling very horny.

Freddie thought he knew where this was going, but he didn’t. Not exactly.

“Well then,” he said, a twinkle in his blue eyes, “what present are you talking about?”

I pushed the covers back and climbed on top of him.

“My ass,” I said. “I’m giving you my ass, right now. Any way you want it.”

His eyes glowed with excitement. His impressive cock twitched beneath me and grew even more stout. Anal sex has been an evolving part of our sex life. Freddie has always loved it, whereas I’ve tended to be more fickle on the subject. I have to be in the right mood for that particular pleasure — but when I am, anal sex is as good as it gets. As a result of my caprices, backdoor play has been a sort of special treat in our relationship, something we enjoy every now and then. Lately, however, I find myself in that special mood more and more often. I’m becoming an anal devotee in my own right.

Freddie caressed the sides of my ass before lifting his hands to pet my perky, ripe breasts. My hands were on his chest, palms flat against his nipples. I began to grind myself against him, shifting my weight forward and back. He wasn’t inside me yet; I was just rubbing my smooth-shaven vulva against his hardness with a slow, sensual rocking motion. I was dripping wet down there, so in a matter of seconds, Freddie was, too. My gaze locked with his, and I saw the desire in his eyes, fierce and immediate. He didn’t try to rush things, though; he let me continue at my own deliberate, tantalizing pace. I continued to rub his hard-on against my pussy lips, but I kept my movements in check — a few inches back and forth. It was enough to make Freddie’s breath come quicker and his body to tense beneath me. The feeling of his rock-hard penis sliding along my slick groove and rubbing against my clit made me a little breathless, too.

“So how do you want to do it?” I asked, my voice hoarse with need.

I drew out my words in time with my grinding motion: “How … do you want … to fuck my ass?”

“Like this,” Freddie said softly. “Exactly as we are.”

I offered him a dissolute grin from behind strands of my dangling hair. His rod was probably wet enough from my copious juices to make a go of it, but to be sure, Freddie grabbed the lube from the nightstand. I lifted up a bit so he could prepare himself. When he finished with his penis, he pushed a lubed finger into my bottom.

“Ooh, yeah,” I murmured, soaking up the feel of his digit in my tight hole. He stretched me a little, wiggling his finger around. Then he withdrew his hand, and I reached behind my ass to aim his cock properly. As soon as I felt his meaty crown press against my backdoor, I began to sink carefully downward. My anus offered the briefest resistance, then yielded willingly, and the exquisite resulting rush made me gasp. An inch of Freddie’s shaft followed the helmet-shaped head through my back hole, then another inch. Of course, I was thoroughly acquainted with every detail of my husband’s penis already, but right then he felt extra big inside me, extra thick. The feeling was divine, so wonderfully snug and full, that I let out a long sigh and rode down his pole the rest of the way.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured. “That feels so good.”

I was sitting flush against Freddie’s thighs, with the entire length of his cock nestled up my backside. He shifted, and that small movement set off sparks of pleasure in my ass. I sat still, acutely attuned to the presence of my husband’s pulsing shaft in my most snug orifice. I felt incredibly close to Freddie, and I basked in the moment of absolute trust. He stroked my flanks and stared up at me, his eyes filled with emotion.

“You are beautiful,” he murmured. “I love you, and I love your amazing ass, the way it grabs me, milks me…”

He gave my butt a slap and flexed his hips upward, pushing his cock one last millimeter into the depths of my fanny. Fueled by an overflowing passion, I began at last to fuck him properly. My back arched and my thighs tightened as I lifted to the top of Freddie’s cock, then eased back down. Sitting straight up on him like that made his cock go in nice and deep. I lifted again, then sat down with greater authority. Freddie’s moans by now were as loud and as frequent as my own. My anal passage cleaved to him, the tight ring of muscle massaging his sensitive organ in its velvety grip. I rode Freddie faster still, and each time I thumped my ass against his balls, he let out a grunt of satisfaction.

“Turn around so you’re facing the Christmas tree,” he suggested after I’d been riding his cock for several glorious minutes. “I want to see my cock going in and out of your ass.”

I smiled and decided to try doing what Freddie asked without dislodging him from my backside. I got my feet under me, so I was squatting rather than sitting, and then I carefully rotated my body around until I was facing his feet. It was a pretty graceful maneuver, if I do say so myself. Once I was situated as he’d asked, with my hands on his knees and the lovely holiday tree before me, I realized that Freddie’s manhood fit even better in my ass this way than it had before. I reached down to feel his cock entering me.

“You like it?” Freddie asked. “You like it in the ass?”

The answer was obvious, and he knew it, but I responded anyway. “Hell yes! You feel so good in there.” I was nearly overwhelmed. “Fuck me. Keep fucking my ass.”

Freddie was lifting his hips off the bed, but my own movements as I sat atop him provided most of the friction. I rode his cock with enthusiasm, meeting each of his upward thrusts with a vigorous downward bounce of my own. Each time, his erection tweaked my anus in a way that made me practically swoon with pleasure. I felt a climax coming on, and I couldn’t help hastening it by rubbing my clit.

“Yes — yes — yes!” I stammered before the orgasm robbed me of the power of speech.

I jounced against Freddie’s root and strummed my fingers across my clit as waves of bliss rocked me from the inside out. Freddie palmed the globes of my ass and slowed his pace, waiting for a cue from me. “Keep going. It’s so good,” I said, finding my voice again. I’d come with his cock in my ass, but I wasn’t finished yet, and neither was he. I could hardly wait to feel him erupt, deep in my bottom. He wasn’t far off.

Freddie raised himself onto his elbows, and we entered the home stretch. I resumed my gyrations with vigor, savoring not only his cock probing my ass, but also my nascent prowess with the act itself. The bed’s headboard was banging against the wall, but we were way beyond caring. I bounced atop Freddie while he clutched my hips and bucked into me with the cadence of a jackhammer.

Finally, he sat up all the way, and he reached around to hold my breasts in both his hands. A moment later he moaned sharply, and his cock erupted. The spurts had only just begun when I came a second time. The climax caught me a bit by surprise and stole my breath away. Freddie held me tight in his lap, trembling mightily as his load emptied into me. After we’d both come down to earth again, I collapsed beside him, and we snuggled together in bed, watching the rising sun illuminate the edges of the window blinds.

“That was amazing,” Freddie said softly into my ear. “Yes, it was.”

I stretched like a cat beside him. “Merry Christmas.”

“You know what would be cool, Maryanne?”

“What?”

“Next week, as the calendar changes on New Year’s Eve, we should ring in the new year by making love — ”

“Anal style,” I interjected.

“Right,” he said, with a big smile of his own, “anal style, as eleven fifty-nine p.m. becomes twelve a.m., January first.”

“So you’d be inside me as the seconds tick down to zero.” Imagining it, I felt a new surge of excitement. “That would be a memorable way to send out the old year and ring in the new one.”And just like that, we had a plan.

Six days later, Freddie and I went out for an elegant New Year’s Eve dinner, then came home and enjoyed a luxurious bath for two. Afterward, we headed to the living room with a bottle of champagne and a bottle of lube. It was nearly eleven-thirty as we settled on the couch to watch the festivities from Times Square on TV. Freddie wore nothing but a pair of silk boxers. I had on a little nightie that did more to expose my body than hide it. I turned to Freddie sitting beside me, reached into the fly of his shorts and pulled out his cock.

His shaft grew swiftly in my grasp until, mere seconds later, it was as hard as a rock. I bent and took his dick in my mouth, eliciting a sound of pleasure from my man. He lifted my hair away from my face so he could see better as I lowered my lips down his shaft. The whole throbbing length of it slid along my tongue, until I felt Freddie’s pubes tickle my lips. I backed off and bobbed forward again, driven by an escalating lust. Freddie’s cock seemed especially mesmerizing tonight. I licked from the portly summit to the thick base, seeking out every detail with loving care. Freddie’s moans were like gasoline on the fire of my lust, prompting a frenetic pace on my part that soon pushed him right to the edge. I was looking up at him, my lips sliding back and forth over his cockhead, when he gave a sharp cry of release and let go.

My mouth filled quickly with his come, and I swallowed hungrily, taking all he had to give. When he’d caught his breath, Freddie kissed my sloppy lips and pulled my nightie over my head. I loved the mixture of love and lust in his eyes as he gazed at my naked body. He ran kisses down my throat and suckled at my breasts, making my nipples tingle.

“Lie down on the floor.”

Filled with eager anticipation, I stretched out on my back on the carpet. On the TV, the revelers in Times Square were growing more boisterous. The countdown clock in the corner showed that nineteen minutes remained until the new year. Freddie knelt between my legs and lowered his face to my sex. I ran my fingers through his thick auburn hair as he spread my pussy lips apart. His tongue dipped into my dripping hole. Ripples of pleasure coursed through my body, making me quiver. Freddie licked the length of my slit, then slid down to my asshole, which he lapped with zeal.

“Oh, you naughty boy,” I said, relishing the feel of his tongue.

I knew where this was all going to end up, and I could hardly wait. Freddie began to massage my clit with his fingers while he continued to rim my anus, the result of which was an onslaught of sensation so deliciously intense that I climaxed in record time.

“I’m coming!” I cried, as my hips bucked involuntarily off the floor and my cunt drenched Freddie’s mouth.

Finally, he sat back, shucked his boxers and reached for the lube. The countdown clock on the TV was down to nine minutes.

“I am so ready for your cock,” I said, watching him prepare himself. “Hurry, put it in my ass. I want to feel you in there so bad!”

I held my legs back and fingered my tight little hole, imagining Freddie’s hefty prick pushing in there. Then I didn’t have to imagine anymore, because it was actually happening. Freddie knelt on the carpet and pressed the head of his penis against my backdoor. Sparks of pleasure accompanied that bulbous crown penetrating me and sliding in, delving deep.

“Mmmm, that’s it,” I whispered, wholly focused on the feelings emanating from my backside.

Freddie held on to my legs, eased back and then pitched forward again, sending his cock on its relentless journey deeper into my ass. The ecstatic feelings mushroomed, and I reached for Freddie, desperate to get him all the way in there, to feel his cock fill me up completely. He acquiesced at once, sliding the rest of his rod into my derrière.

“Fuck yes,” I exclaimed.

Freddie continued to pump his cock in and out of my ass, going faster and faster and driving us both toward the finish line. The springy-tight grip of my anal muscle around his dick was making him moan loudly.

Freddie and I both wanted to see the last minutes of the year count down to zero on the TV, so we disengaged long enough for me to get on my hands and knees, facing the screen. Then Freddie knelt behind me, doggy-style, and slotted his cock once more between the fleshy globes of my ass.

“Five minutes!” the television host called out, bundled up to the max against the cold New York night with thousands of shivering people visible behind him. By contrast, Freddie and I were hot and naked in our living room, burning up the last of the year with an anal fuck-a-thon. I glanced back at him over my shoulder as he gripped the curves of my buttocks and smoothly re-entered my rear orifice.

“Oh, Jesus, that’s so good,” I intoned, my voice low and raspy, as he pushed forward. “Let’s go all the way now…”

I knew instinctively that he was watching his cock’s disappearing act closely, staring as it vanished inch by inch into my rear end. I imagined the incendiary spectacle through his eyes. It matched up with the intensely erotic physical sensations and made me gasp. Freddie fed off my excitement and powered his tool in and out of my fanny with rising energy. His pent-up passion was definitely asserting itself. I rocked back at him with every thrust. In the morning, I’d have chafed knees, but I couldn’t have cared less. A deep sense of fullness consumed me, combined with an elemental bliss that was spreading outward through every cell of my body.

“Fuck my ass, fuck my ass,” I repeated over and over in time with Freddie’s thrusts, and that made him pound me harder, his pace spiraling out of control.

Each time he bottomed out, his balls slapped smartly against my cunt and sent sublime vibrations through my clitoris.

“Only a minute left now!” exclaimed the man on TV.

Freddie forced himself to slow down; he didn’t want to come before the countdown reached zero. He left his cock buried in my tush a little longer with each thrust before withdrawing partway and sliding in to the hilt again. His measured pace in that last minute of the year was sweetly excruciating — I was right on the edge of coming — but at last the ball in Times Square began to drop, and the crowd began to chant in unison: “Ten! Nine! Eight!”Freddie tightened his grip on my asscheeks and jacked into me with each second counted off. I grunted, bucking back against him and feeling a mammoth orgasm gather within me.“Seven! Six! Five!” The ball was halfway down the pole now.

Meanwhile, Freddie’s pole was driving in and out of my butt, a thrust per second, and I was quaking from head to toe.“Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”

“Yes! Yes!” I cried, rocking hard backward against my husband and his heavy cock as the orgasm came crashing over me. Our encounter was supremely intense, and I knew I’d remember it for a long time to come. A few seconds later, as the camera panned the Times Square partiers and the familiar notes of “Auld Lang Syne” played, Freddie sawed into my ass one last time. He squeezed my hips and his cock shot a torrent of cream into the depths of my rear channel. Toward the end, he folded his body over mine and held my shoulders as the pulsations of his cock slowly abated.

I turned my head and we kissed, happy to have said good-bye to one year and hello to the next — in the best way we knew how.