Why wait for a special occasion? Every day is anal day in this butt-obsessed household.

My wife is proud of her figure, and justifiably so. Brianna is a fit 30-year-old blonde with nicely toned legs, irresistible breasts, and — best of all — a perfectly shaped, utterly delectable derriere. In fact, Brianna’s ass is one of the reasons I love summer so much. Hot weather gives her plenty of opportunities to show off her killer kiester. She loves to do it, too.

I’ve spent many a lazy Saturday afternoon with Brianna in our swimming pool, trying to stay cool while marveling at those perfect ass cheeks of hers. Brianna wouldn’t dream of wearing a swimsuit in our private backyard, so the display of her butt when she lies facedown on her pool float is a pristine one, unfettered by strings, straps or material of any kind. As she works on her all-over tan, I push her slowly around the pool, enjoying my close-up view of her sun-drenched, glistening bottom. Now and then she’ll slide into the water for a few minutes to cool off, and when she climbs back onto her float, the water beads up on her well-oiled tush like rain on a freshly waxed Porsche.

Brianna’s rear end need not be naked to be so alluring, however. At the mall downtown, or in the magical light of summer evenings at the old-town shopping district, my callipygian wife likes to stroll among the shops in provocative short shorts. Her favorite summer attire, she calls them “cute.” I call them criminal. Either way, Brianna’s tanned buns peek out like crescent moons, turning the head of each man we pass.

Sometimes we go down to the river on the east side of town. It’s crowded on summer weekends, so Brianna has a big audience for her audaciously small swimsuits. The crowd seems to get quieter for a moment when Brianna arrives. I know we’re being watched as I rub suntan lotion on my wife’s beautiful, half-exposed ass. I simply grin to myself and feel a secret thrill, knowing I’m the one she’s going home with at the end of the afternoon.

When we hit the town at night, Brianna’s backside is no less captivating. She owns a closetful of slinky dresses that cling to her curvy body and showcase the full, round shape of her ass cheeks. The sensual way she moves in those sexy hip-hugging outfits — well, it’s enough to make a grown man cry.

Whatever the occasion and whatever the venue, all that tushy teasing on Brianna’s part puts me in a passionate mood for sex — preferably of the anal variety. Fortunately, my wife thrives on backdoor action as a regular part of our love-making. That’s why she does all the fanny-flirting in the first place. She loves anal sex more than any other way, and she wants it often.

“I grabbed handfuls of her ass and buried my face in her crack.”

One night a few weeks ago, after a long, hot day in the pool, Brianna lay nude on our bed and started giving me a blow-by-blow account of a scene in the erotic romance novel she was reading. She only reads the really explicit books, and I could tell she was pretty worked up. I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth.

“She’s bent over a chair for him,” Brianna called out. She read in silence for a moment. Then, her voice quivering with excitement, she continued: “Oh — he’s putting his dick in her ass! He’s taking his sweet time. She’s frustrated, but she loves it. Ahh. She’s got him all the way in there now…”

I came out of the bathroom to find Brianna still lying prostrate on the bed, but now she had a hand under her hips so she could touch herself while she read. “Wow, they’re going crazy,” she murmured. And then, quite suddenly, she turned to look up at me. Her eyes burned with desire. “Want to do it right now, David? I’m so worked up. Come on! Please, fuck my ass. I want to take you up to your balls in there!”

What’s a guy to do when his wife says a thing like that?

My cock grew fully erect in a matter of seconds. I took the book from Brianna and placed it on the bedside table, then lay down beside her. Our bodies slid together, skin to skin, and we kissed passionately. Brianna’s hungry lips conveyed the agitated state of her libido and made my own arousal that much stronger. Her heart was pounding, and her face was slightly flushed. As we made out, our legs entwined and our hands sought one another’s secret places. My fingers found the dripping crevasse between her legs and ventured inside, which made Brianna inhale sharply. She pushed against my exploring digits for a moment, urging me on, before another need compelled her to move down to my groin. I felt her hand on the base of my cock and the warm, wet pressure of her lips around my bulbous crown. I maneuvered myself so I could stroke the curvy contours of her ass while she blew me. Brianna liked my touch back there. It showed in the way her mouth suddenly felt hungrier, the grip of her lips more seductive. I moaned, relishing the sensation. Brianna is extraordinarily talented when it comes to giving head.

She’s even better at using her ass to give pleasure, and to receive it. Driven by an eagerness that bordered on desperation, Brianna directed me that way now — to her tail end, which she offered up by rolling onto her stomach and lifting her hips off the bed. Her ass looked its absolute best like this, the fleshy globes perfectly rounded and smooth with the cleft open a bit, ready for whatever stimulation I saw fit to bestow.

I moved between Brianna’s thighs, grabbed handfuls of her ass cheeks, and buried my face in her crack. “Ooh, yeah… that’s filthy wicked,” said Brianna, giggling. I didn’t start where she expected, though. First, I lapped at her pussy lips, tasting her tart juices. Then I moved higher, licking her sensitive perineum, before arriving finally at her anus. Brianna likes to remove every last trace of pubic hair down there, so the tactile feeling of smoothness against my face and mouth was sublime.

Her physical reactions grew noticeably stronger with every circle of my tongue around her tiny puckered hole. She slipped her hand beneath her hips once more, dipped a finger into her cunt, and began rubbing the slickened digit against her clitoris. Meanwhile, I still had a grip on her buttocks, and I spread those fleshy orbs wider so I could do a more thorough job of licking and rubbing Brianna’s anal zone. She squirmed and bucked her backside against my face, demanding the most intense sensations I could deliver. Her fingers flew faster and faster between her puffy pussy lips, tweaking her clit and making her body quake ever more stridently. At last, the rapid flicks of my tongue against her backdoor, combined with her own manipulation of her swollen clit, made Brianna climax wildly. Her ecstatic cries filled the room, and the bed shook with the force of her orgasm.

I was more than ready to fuck by this point, and Brianna didn’t make me wait. She got up on her knees, but she kept her shoulders low, all the way down on her pillow in fact, which raised her booty high. I positioned myself on my knees directly behind her and took the bottle of lube that she offered me from her nightstand. Once my cock and her anus were greased appropriately, I entered her doggy-style. Inch by turgid inch, my flinty-hard penis cleaving the globes of Brianna’s beauteous bottom on its inexorable march through her sphincter. Even though we have anal sex regularly, the sight still made my breath catch.

With gentle but insistent pressure, Brianna pushed back at me. Her need was great, her desire steadfast. I continued to lean into her as she backed up, and two heavenly minutes later, we achieved maximum penetration. My balls flattened against her vulva, and I could no longer see any portion of my rod outside of her orifice because it was all buried inside. Brianna reacted with the deep satisfaction of one whose needs are being fulfilled. She went still momentarily, acclimating to my presence in her back channel, and then she let out a primal sound of pleasure. With a toss of her long dark hair, she looked over her shoulder and locked her heavy-lidded eyes on me.

“Oh, Dave,” Brianna intoned. “You feel so big inside me. Let me fuck you. I’m going to make you fuck me…” Her words trailed off as her body began to move again, rocking lightly back and forth on her knees to propel my erection in and out of her asshole. Her moans of passion took on a deeper, rougher quality as she started pitching forward and back more forcefully. I hooked my hands around her hips and introduced my own thrusts to the equation. Soon we were both breathing hard, lost together in the buildup of orgasmic sensation.

Tearing my gaze away from Brianna’s face, I fixed my stare on my thick hard-on as it crammed repeatedly into my wife’s lovely bum. Each withdrawal was followed by a swift and thorough re-entry through her ring of muscle, and a corresponding slap of my balls against her clit.

“Yes, lover, yes, go on like that,” she cried out. “You’re going to make me come! I’ll come so hard from your dick in my ass. Drive it home, honey, drive it home…” She grunted in time with each bottoming-out of my prick in her ass. It was a proper ravaging, all right, and before long, Brianna came as hard as she’d predicted. The bed shook with the mighty trembling of her body, and her backdoor tightened reflexively around my cock. The rapid-fire squeezing effect was the final straw for me. My cock began squirting its load deep into Brianna’s fine fanny, which renewed her own orgasm for a second phase. I held on to her hips, momentarily overwhelmed, while my balls emptied. When the pulsations ebbed and I finally pulled out of my wife’s ass, some of my cream leaked out, too.

Not long after that memorable encounter, Brianna and I sat with drinks at our porch table at the end of another beautiful summer day. All the house and yard lights were off, so we could see the stars filling the inky-black sky. We’d just come back from dinner and dancing, and I sensed that my wife was in a particularly concupiscent mood. She still wore the short, black jersey dress and high heels that she’d donned for our night out. I knew from experience that the outfit made her feel as sexy as she looked. Add in all the salsa grooving we’d done on the dance floor, and there was no question that we were both feeling mighty turned on.

“Do you want to go slip into something more comfortable?” I asked, as we sipped margaritas in the dark.

“I’ll kick off my heels,” Brianna replied, and a moment later, she put one of her bare feet in my lap.

“As for this” — she looked down at her dress and tugged on the fabric — “it’s plenty comfortable. Like it’s hardly there, really. I feel naked.” She offered me a wicked grin.

“Awesome.” I clinked my glass to hers. “You look so hot in that little number. I was hoping you’d keep it on for a while.”

She laughed, and her grin turned coy. “You have something in mind, hon?”

I downed the rest of my drink and said, “Come here.”

She stood, stepped around the small table, and sat sideways in my lap. After a passionate kiss, Brianna asked, “Are you going to fuck me out here? ’Cause I want you to, you know. Right here in the dark, under all these stars.” She kissed me again, then continued in a low, insistent tone: “I want you. My ass wants you, David. Do it slow and gentle, then hard and fast. But do it now.”

“Say no more.” I had her stand up, turn around and bend over the table, which placed the full roundness of her bottom right in front of my face. All I had to do was take hold of her dress and work it up over her hips. The clingy fabric stayed put at her waist, leaving her ass completely exposed. My eyes had adjusted well enough in the meager moonlight to see that Brianna wasn’t wearing panties. The plump lips of her sex gleamed with wetness. Just above them, I could see her puckered rear hole, a tiny star between two full moons.

Leaning forward in my chair, I reached out and filled my hands with Brianna’s scrumptious rump. Her skin was warm and creamy-smooth. I slipped a finger into her pussy, found it thoroughly lubricated, and dipped in another. Brianna moaned. When I withdrew my fingers, they were coated with her honey. Gently, I pushed one lubed digit through her taut anal muscle and into the space beyond, making my wife gasp with pleasure. I began to gently pump my finger in and out, coaxing her tight orifice into a more pliant state. Then I worked a second finger in beside the first one. I could feel my wife’s backdoor relaxing, its grip on my fingers still firm but yielding. Brianna squirmed with excitement and her moans grew louder. I used my other hand to stroke her pussy, which felt wetter than ever. My thumb beat a rapid tune against her clit and made her whimper.

It was time to let my cock in on the action. I stood up, dropped my pants and slid my erection into Brianna’s welcoming vagina. For a minute or two we fucked like this, maybe a couple dozen thrusts, but it was enough to drive Brianna nearly mad with anticipation. She was so eager for anal satisfaction that I couldn’t make her wait any longer.

Brianna’s bag had been on the table ever since we’d come outside. I reached for it, suspecting I’d find a travel-size bottle of lube in there, and I did.

“Now, David?” Brianna’s voice was strained with emotion.

“Now,” I said, as my greased cock entered her tightest hole. First, it was only the crest that popped through, and then the thick shaft followed. Brianna’s ass surrendered willingly, and the feeling was out of this world — both for me and for my lover, who moaned with deep fulfillment. I withdrew, then thrust smoothly forward again. She clutched the table as a sudden climax rushed upon her. I felt her asshole tighten, relax and tighten again as waves of pleasure flowed through her entire body. When the first climax had passed, she wanted more. She gripped the sides of the table and said, “Yes, baby, that’s it. Keep ramming my hole. You’re driving me crazy.”

I continued to stand behind her, sawing my cock in and out of her eager ass, until I remembered the chair and its possibilities for increased closeness. I stepped back, uncoupling from Brianna, and sat down. Brianna quickly straightened up from the table, whirled around and sat in my lap, straddling me. My cock stood up like a flagpole behind her ass, pulsing in the groove of those fleshy globes. Our lips came together, and Brianna’s frantic tongue sought mine. Feeding off her hunger, I pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, yanked the zipper down in back, and bared her breasts to the night. They were luminous and incredibly beautiful in the starlight. I covered those lovely tits with my hands and began to squeeze and caress them. With a sound like a purring kitten, Brianna urged my head downward so she could feed me her nipples. I sucked and nipped those pointy buds until Brianna was writhing passionately against me. She lifted my chin once more, and her hungry kisses took my breath away. Then she began to grind her bottom against me, which made my cock rub sensuously between her nether cheeks. I forced myself to maintain control, knowing Brianna’s ass awaited a final sortie.

Anxious to resume our anal play, Brianna took a moment to make sure the hem of her dress was still tucked up around her waist and out of the way. Then she reached around and grabbed hold of my cock. Leaning forward, she lifted up a little and positioned my penis properly for anal entry. I could feel her fingers on me, helping to guide me into her tiny hole.

“Ah, that’s such a nice fit,” Brianna murmured as the crown of my cock pushed through her sphincter. I stroked the sides of her ass and nuzzled her neck while she eased downward, taking my entire length into her back channel. When she was settled firmly in my lap, she sat motionless for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of my hard-on buried deep inside. Then she began to ride my pole. We fucked slowly and tenderly at first, exactly like she wanted. Her lithe body rose and fell with the graceful, sinewy movements of one well accustomed to this sort of anal action. Soon, however, Brianna’s passion got the better of her, and she escalated our pace to a harder, faster fuck. Her hands were on my shoulders and her hair was flying around as she slammed against me. Sensing I would come any second, I held her buttocks firmly in my grasp and reveled in the moment, relishing Brianna’s wild ride and the feelings of ecstasy consuming us both.

“My ass — loves — your cock,” she stammered in time with her downward thrusts. “I’m so fucking close!” she screamed as I rammed into her harder and deeper, my cock feeling like it was trapped in some kind of vise.

“Oh, baby, that feels so amazing… don’t you dare stop!” Brianna screamed, slamming her ass down onto my cock repeatedly.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh my god! Fuck!” Consumed and totally overwhelmed, Brianna rode my cock so hard I’m surprised she didn’t tumble off my lap.

Unsurprisingly, I was so close to exploding by this point.

“I’m — fucking — coming!” She began to sob with joy against my shoulder, even as her aggressive gyrations in my lap continued unabated and her rear end milked the come from my balls. Just like that, I was coming, too. I held her while 
my cock erupted, unleashing a torrent of semen deep within her ass.

That night, I fell asleep sated and content, knowing that with Brianna at my side, our next anal encounter would not be long in coming.

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