My husband is a certified assman. It doesn’t matter where we are or what we are doing, if my ass is within reach, he will cop a feel. Of course, this proclivity extends to our sex life; nine times out of ten, Aaron finishes inside my asshole.

Over the years, I’ve had a lot of fun assembling a lingerie collection for our bedroom play that showcases Aaron’s favorite asset of mine. Even when I’m fully dressed, I’ll bend over whenever possible, so my hubby can get a good look at my rear.

Leaving sex toys around the house also keeps things interesting. Just the other day, I left a brand-new set of anal beads sitting on the arm of the couch. I knew Aaron would spot them, and when he did, there was no doubt in my mind he would want to take them for a test drive right away.

I was headed to the kitchen when Aaron called me back into the living room. A playful smirk lifted the corners of his lips, while the beads dangled from between his pinched fingers.

“What is this?” he asked.

“A gift for you,” I replied.

I walked to the couch, planted my hands on a seat cushion and lifted my spandex-clad rear high in the air. I looked over my shoulder at Aaron and wiggled my ass for emphasis as I asked, “Wanna play?”

I tugged at the waistband on my yoga pants, pulling the tight fabric down to sit just beneath my ass cheeks.

“You know you want to,” I teased.

With my pants out of the way, my asshole was easy to reach. I hadn’t put on any underwear that morning. Why bother when I wanted to be able to take a dick up my ass at a moment’s notice?

As much fun as dressing up can be, there is something to be said for presenting your partner with a glorious, naked body unencumbered by clothes.

Aaron placed a hand possessively on my backside. Using the tiniest bead, he sketched a line from the top of my crack down to my pussy. Then he dipped the beads in my cleft, giving them a turn to coat the strand with juice, before he dragged them back up to my asshole.

The first bit of wet plastic collided with the puckered edge of my rear hole. He rolled the small ball all around my rim, getting me greased up before he popped the tiny sphere inside me.

“Oh,” I sighed appreciatively.

The bead was just wide enough to slightly stretch my back passage.

Aaron splashed some cool liquid lube on me. It dripped along my crack and onto my cunt lips. He swiped the pads of his fingers over my pussy and up into my asscrack. I guessed he was collecting the lube as he moved, so he could better slicken up the strand. He twisted the strand to spin the bead inside me, then he popped in two more behind it.

“You like that?” he asked.

Before I could form the words to respond, Aaron slid his hand over my thigh and around to my pussy. His slippery fingers glided over my clit, and I groaned. He rolled his fingers over my aroused bud, and using his other hand, he pushed another bead into my asshole.

“Yes!” I moaned.

Aaron plunged a finger inside my pussy and sank another bead in the back. The beads on the strand were progressively larger, and at that point, I had several inside me. The largest was about the width of my husband’s thumb, and I couldn’t wait to have them all buried in me.

“Beautiful, just beautiful,” Aaron murmured, as he no doubt gazed lustfully at my rear.

He landed a playful slap on my ass cheek, and my muscles clenched around the beads, prompting me to release a helpless groan.

Aaron popped another bead into my hole. I tried to remember how many were left on the strand, but I lost count as I lost my focus. It was difficult to concentrate when he was playing with my pussy and asshole. While one hand inserted beads in my ass with mechanical precision, the other was planted firmly on my pussy. Two fingers drove deep into my snatch, while the heel of his palm massaged my clit. He also used his knuckles to put pressure on the wall that separates my ass and pussy holes.

He pushed in another bead and whispered, “I love watching your asshole open up for me.”

He bent and kissed my ass, one cheek at a time, before pausing for a moment and announcing, “Last one.”

Knowing it would be the biggest, I took a breath to prepare myself.

Using gentle but firm pressure, Aaron convinced my asshole to accept the final bead on the strand. I felt incredibly stuffed—and incredibly turned on.

Once all the beads were buried in my asshole, Aaron brought his undivided attention to my pussy. He swiveled his wrist so the heel of his palm continued to put pressure on my clit, while his fingers massaged my inner walls. Sometimes, his digits rubbed me just the right away, causing me to also feel the sensation in my overstuffed asshole.

Tension began to build in my muscles. The pulse that pounded in my pussy was picking up its pace. Aaron could tell I was close to climaxing from the movement of my body and the moaning exclamations that fell from my lips.

“That’s it, baby. Come on,” Aaron said encouragingly.

He rocked his hand against my clit, then he pulled a single bead out of my asshole. My thighs were trembling. Every time I tried to draw a breath, a jolt of pleasure would make it hitch in my chest.

Aaron circled the fingers inside my pussy and pulled another bead out of my ass. He smoothed one hand over my quivering backside and said, “I can’t wait to dip my dick inside you.”

Out came another bead.

By this point, words had escaped me. I was still making plenty of noise, but my mouth had lost the ability to speak. Instead, I screamed and howled like a cat in heat. My pussy clenched around Aaron’s fingers, holding him captive while wave after wave of pleasure crashed over my body.

“That’s right. Let go, baby,” he said.

He removed two beads from my ass in rapid succession, and I lost my fucking mind. My fingers flexed on the leather couch. My nails scraped against the slippery upholstery as I sought to hold on to something, anything that would keep me grounded while I fell headlong into the blissful abyss.

When Aaron eased the next bead out of my ass, a warm rush of liquid spurted from my pussy. He tugged the last of the beads out of my asshole in one motion. I found my voice again and said, “Oh Aaron! This feels so good!”

My limbs shook from the force of my ongoing orgasm. Honey soaked my thighs, and I was shivering from head to toe.

My asshole felt like it was stretched wide open—just waiting to be filled again.

Of course, Aaron would readily respond to such an invitation.

I’d barely caught my breath when I felt the pad of his thumb tracing the edge of my back hole. His digit sank inside easily. He wiggled his thumb a bit, and just like that, I found myself aching for another orgasm.

“Aaron, please,” I moaned.

“Just getting you ready for my dick,” he replied.

He removed his thumb, leaving me empty again, but not for long. I heard the hollow plastic click from the cap on the lube, and I gathered he was slickening up his dick. Then Aaron was right back at my ass. He placed his hands on my hips and rested his cockhead against my open asshole.

“I love fucking your ass,” he said.

Aaron swiveled his hips, thoroughly smearing the lube around my rear hole. A small push was all it took for the tip of his dick to sink inside my asshole. His moans suddenly took on a helpless sound, and it was nice to hear Aaron lose control for a change.

Not that I was completely calm and collected. The crown of Aaron’s cock sat inside my snug asshole, but I knew there was much more to come. I was hot, horny and restless, and only he could take the edge off.

Aaron leaned in and buried at least half of his rod in my hole.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned.

With his dick comfortably seated inside me, he reached around to my pussy and sought out my clit again. His fingers were still slick with lube from when he’d coated his cock. They slid over my skin, glazing my sex with the slippery liquid.

“Let’s make you come again,” he said.

Aaron alternated between circling my clit with his fingertips and plundering my plump pussy, all while pumping his dick in and out of my clenching asshole.

“Oh, Aaron,” I sighed.

Stimulating my ass and pussy together always makes me fall to pieces. Filling one hole is good, but filling two is explosive.

Pleasure echoed within me, bouncing from end to end and amplifying the effects of Aaron’s movements.

My husband laid a hand on my back just beneath my neck. He flexed his fingers, curling them so his nails gently bit into my skin. He dragged them down my back to my ass, eliciting a warm and pleasant sting that felt like a shower of sparks.

“Mine,” Aaron said possessively as he grabbed a handful of my ass cheek.

“All yours!” I agreed.

Aaron was really moving now. Shouting my name, he pounded my asshole, swinging his hips with such vigor that his balls slapped against my pussy. He thrust his dick into me in short, sharp bursts until come jetted from his cock. He poured his seed into my rear and rained some on my cheeks when he pulled out.

When he had nothing left to give, he placed a soft kiss on my shoulder and breathlessly added, “You are everything.”

Aaron sank onto the couch and pulled me into his lap, turning me so my stomach pressed against his thighs. He dunked a finger into my come-filled asshole and said, “We’re going to do that again later.”

I knew I wouldn’t have to wait for long for round two.