Tina and I were standing in line for our smoothies, when she whispered, “He wants to … you know.”

“I don’t know,” I said, laughing. “You’ll have to actually tell me.”

Tina’s cheeks were bright pink, almost the same shade as the strawberry smoothie the guy passed her over the counter.

When we finally found a table in the middle of the crowded food court, she leaned over and said, “Anal. He wants to try anal.”

I think I did my best to keep my face neutral. But my body experienced an electric zing and my pussy went wet. I tried to hide it all with a smile.

“You don’t want to?”

Already my mind had gone off on a scenario of me and Bob colliding in the bedroom. Getting hot and horny and then hotter still. Him working me up to the point of no return, and then me finally asking him to do it. To fuck me in the ass.

I had drifted off. She was staring at me.

“Sorry. I was trying to remember if I answered an email. An important one,” I said. “What did you just say?”

“I’m afraid,” she said with a shrug.

“I get it. But try not to be. It can be really … great. Really,” I said. “I encourage you to try it.”

A shocked expression bloomed on her face, as if I’d just admitted something amazing. I guess to her I had.

“You’ve done it?” she asked.

“All the time. Take it slow, and use a ton of lube. Tell him how you feel, what you feel, what you need. If you work together it can be … really great.” By that point my cheeks were red; I could feel it.

She exhaled slowly and admitted, “You know, you’re making me want to give it a go.”

I nodded and told her, “You should.”

When we went back to the office and I was at my desk, I texted Bob: “Get ready. Tonight, it’s time for some ass.”

He sent me back a woohoo emoji and then: “What got into you?”

I answered: “Nothing yet. But later … you.”

I did my best to focus on my work, which was damn near impossible. When it was time to leave for the day, I practically flew out of the office. The very short drive home seemed way too long.

Bob wasn’t there yet, and I let out a groan of frustration.

I went inside, only to hear him pull up outside minutes later.

When he came through the front door, I grabbed him and kissed him desperately.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yeah, wow.”

I grabbed his hand and shoved it into my pants. He fumbled past the waistband of my panties and then his fingers grazed my pussy, parted my lips and plunged into my eager wetness.

“You’re so horny,” he said.

“You have no idea.”

We raced to the bedroom and stripped off our clothes. He tugged me to him and kissed me. His chest was hard and warm against my tits. His hands roamed over my ass, and he squeezed my cheeks.

I put my hand on his head and pushed him down as I said, “You know what you should do? You should eat my pussy.”

On his knees, he pushed my stance a little wider and replied, “If you say so.”

Then his voice went silent because he was licking my clit. While he lapped at me, he slid a finger into my pussy. He flexed it, gathering moisture, and then slid it back to tease my asshole. I shivered as he fingered my butt, and I rocked my hips forward to get more contact with his mouth. He plunged his digit deeper into my ass, and I sighed. His tongue slid along my pussy and nudged my clit. He wriggled his tongue into my opening as his finger lingered at my back hole.

I moved away from him, heading backward to the bed. Then I dropped onto my back, spreading my legs wantonly.

Bob followed me and continued eating my pussy. He painted patterns and whirls on my clit as I inched closer and closer to orgasm, all while his finger relentlessly probed my ass.

Before long, my pleasure overwhelmed me and I came, clutching his head and shivering from the force of my orgasm.

I turned onto my belly and slid off the edge of the bed until my knees hit the floor. I lay there, upper body draped on the mattress with my ass stuck out and my legs spread wide.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded.

He was eager to oblige, moving in close behind me and sliding his hard cock into my pussy inch by delicious inch.

As he screwed me, he wriggled his thumb against my asshole, driving me wild.

“What set you off?” he asked.

“Talking,” I said, practically panting. “Talking to Tina about butt-fucking. Telling her to try it.”

Bob looped an arm around my waist to anchor me as he pistoned his cock in and out of my cunt.

“Harder,” I whispered.

He upped the intensity of his thrusts, repeatedly slamming my body against the mattress. I came again, so turned on, so loose and horny and ready.

“Do it,” I said,

He pulled free of me and took his time prepping me. He pushed his fingers into my pussy, getting them very wet and slick. Then he trailed my own juice around my rear hole.

“Enough, or do you want lube?” he asked, dipping a finger into my ass.

I hummed, pushing back to take him and wanting every bit of it.

“Good, that’s good.”

“Yeah?” He added a second finger, and I gasped.

“Yeah. Do it. Put your cock in me, baby. I’m ready.”

Next, I felt the press of his cockhead to the tight star of my anus. I lurched back to hasten his journey. There was, as always, a glimmer of pain, but it passed as he breached me and gradually filled my ass.

He paused when he was fully inside me, stretching me perfectly.

“Good?”

“Good, good,” I breathed. “Yes, please move. Fuck me. Please.”

He put one hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip and started to rock. I moved my body in time with his, pushing back to take his thrusts. I shut my eyes, feeling his cock probe me and fill me. The emptiness of my pussy accented the fullness of my ass.

I reached down and stroked my clit. I shoved two fingers into my cunt, and a burst of pleasure filled me. Adding a third finger, I stuffed my pussy as he fucked me. Every time Bob drove into me, I felt the presence of his dick skate along my digits.

I pressed my fingers against my G-spot, and he rubbed me from the opposite side.

His hand slid down to cup my breast. He squeezed it hard enough to make me hiss, and my pussy flexed. He did it again, pinching my nipple.

“I like that,” I told him.

He pinched me again, holding the nipple tight between his fingers before letting it go.

The sensation thrilled me as I finger-fucked myself and drove myself back on his thrusting cock.

“That’s my girl,” he said.

I nodded, continuing to rock backward as my fingers flew over my clit before diving back inside me. My orgasm was seconds away, and I groaned, pressing my forehead to the mattress.

I was so close to coming, and my pussy was growing tighter and tighter around my fingers. I knew I was going to climax soon, but I was trying to draw out my pleasure and make it last.

I pulled my fingers free with a shuddery sigh. He knew what I was doing, and he slowed the pace of his thrusts. He pulled almost all the way out of me before plunging back in. He did it again, and I groaned. His fingers gathered my long hair, and he wound it around his fist—holding me possessively. I was pinned there, with one of his hands wrapped in my hair and the other pressing on my lower back.

I groaned again, my stiff nipples rubbing against our downy bedspread as I fidgeted restlessly, all the while wanting him to fuck me with more urgency.

“What do you want?” he asked, as if reading my mind.

I wiggled my ass suggestively and told him, “I want you to fuck me. Take me. Ride my ass.”

He patted my butt softly at first and began to push back into me. I held my breath, waiting. Then he smacked me hard, and then harder still. The sting from each slap made me jump. When he plunged completely into me, one of his hands fell to the bedspread, gripping the fabric firmly in his fist.

All bets were off then. He was suddenly fucking me hard and fast, knowing how much I wanted it. He smacked me again, and I heard him swear under his breath, which he always does when he’s close to coming.

He pulled my hair roughly, and my head tilted back.

“Yes,” I cried. “Fuck me like that!”

“Baby,” he said. “In or on?”

I pretended not to hear.

He groaned, and I smiled. The sound had a desperate tinge to it, and that turned me on.

“In you or on you?” he asked louder. “Answer me, or I’ll take my toy and go home.”

I giggled, as if he’d actually do that, but I nevertheless played along.

“On me. Come all over my ass. I want it to drip down me. I want to feel it warm and sticky on my skin.”

“Shit,” he said.

I plunged my fingers back in my pussy, curled them and thrust them, and toyed with my G-spot until I could hardly breathe.

I drove the heel of my hand against my clitoris, flexed my fingers again, and then I was coming as he pounded me.

The orgasm wrung me out and then he was pulling away from me, and I felt his thick warm cream hit my skin. I held my breath as he finished, jerking his cock until the very last drop was free of him.

He smacked my ass one more time. I sat back on my haunches and tied my hair up in a messy top knot.

“What do you know,” Bob said. “Turns out, when you give advice I win.”