I’d read about coconut oil being used as lube for anal sex in a women’s magazine, of all places.

One of those “how to spice things up” articles. Besides being a natural product, it supposedly gave a better glide and didn’t gloop up like standard sex lubricants. I texted Doug immediately afterward.

He was on board. Of course, he was. He wanted more anal, and I usually wanted less, but I was intrigued and it felt playful to enquire whether he’d be game. It was a no-brainer question, but just asking turned me on. And if I was turned on this far ahead, I was hoping that feeling would last as we approached our test run.

His answer was immediate and succinct: Would I be willing to try? Well — duh!

I promised to pick up some coconut oil on the way home.

It was comical standing in the aisle at the grocery, picking out a tub of organic, unrefined coconut oil from amongst the canola and olive selections. I felt my cheeks grow hot, but thought, No one knows what you’re doing. No one knows that this isn’t for frying, but so your husband can fuck you up the ass —

It was nice having that dirty little secret in a crowd of strangers who were trying to shop for their groceries. I paid for my purchase in the express lane and noticed as I forked over a twenty-dollar bill that my hands were trembling. The lead-up to the fucking was an intoxicating event.

At home, Doug met me at the door in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts.

“What’s this?”

“I’m getting in the spirit of the islands,” he said. His words and his tone were playful, but his eyes had an intense appearance that only came with arousal. He took my wrist and led me inside. “This way, Madame.”

I snorted but followed him. He handed me a piña colada and kissed me. “A different kind of lubricant,” he said, winking.

I laughed. “I’m all for it. As much lube as possible.”

He inclined his head. “Agreed.”

We drank our cocktails while sitting on the sofa. All the while, his hand roamed up and down my thigh. He’d pause every so often to cup my mound through my slacks. I felt the beat of lust grow more intense every time he did, until—not even done with my drink—I stood and held out my hand. “Let’s try this. I can’t wait anymore.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “My, my, I’ve never seen you so ready to go for the ass-fucking.”

His choice of words turned me on more. “Well,” I said, leading him toward the staircase. “I read about it, then I texted about it, then I thought so much about it at work, then I went and bought our lube at the grocery store, knowing what it was for but knowing everyone around me didn’t know and — ” I shrugged.

“And?”

“And it turned me on. A lot.”

In the bedroom, he undressed me slowly, gliding his hands along every bit of skin as he uncovered it. By the time I was naked, he’d paid great attention to my thighs and my calves, my ass, my waist. He’d dropped lush kisses along the slopes of my breasts. His tongue took a tour along my collarbone and neck. When I was shivering and practically panting, he pushed a finger inside my cunt and fucked me slowly. My knees felt too weak to hold me up.

He placed me on the bed, spread my thighs and draped my legs over his shoulders. He set about eating my pussy like he’d been made for it, his tongue doing sweeps and whorls along my skin until he zeroed in on my clitoris. His tongue moved nonstop, his fingers gliding inside me. He made me come twice before rolling me over, pushing two pillows beneath my hips, and pulling the oil from the bag I’d brought up with us.

The smell of coconut hit my nose, and I smiled. “It smells like vacation,” I said, laughing.

“Best vacation ever.” He chuckled. Then asked, “Ready?” I nodded.

I felt him push a slick finger inside me; it slid in with ease. When I relaxed and pushed back against him, he added a second slippery finger. Doug continued to work me, eventually adding a third coconut-slickened digit to my back hole.

“Do it, do it,” I sighed. I’d never felt this urgent for him to start, and yet, there I was: anxious for his dick to be inside my ass.

He pressed his cockhead to my backdoor and began to push slowly. He breached the ring of tight muscle and paused for me to adjust. I reached beneath my body and flicked my clit once, twice, three times. When I was ready, I pushed back against him, and he continued to fill me.

The smell of coconut suffused my senses as he gripped my hips and tugged me toward him, even as he thrust forward. The possessive feel of his hands on my skin heightened my emotions. I moaned and began to stroke my clit in earnest.

“That’s it,” he whispered. His rhythm grew faster, and I reared back to meet him stroke for stroke. When the fullness in my ass felt almost overwhelming, I pushed my fingers into my cunt and flexed them. Pleasure spiraled through me fast and intense. I hung my head and did it again. And then again.

Doug fucked me harder, holding on to me tightly as he drove his hard dick deep into me. He cursed, and I knew he was close to climaxing. I clenched my eager pussy around my thrusting fingers and then withdrew them, rubbing my own juices all over my swollen clit.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I chanted as his speed continued to increase.

I climaxed with a long, low cry, my cunt flexing tight around my digits as I shoved them back inside. My body shook, and I felt his fingers dig even deeper into the meat of my hips.

“Fuck,” he said and then slammed into me three more times, fast and hard, before shaking and coming with a low groan.

I sniffed, laughing. “It really does smell like vacation.”

“That’s a vacation I’ll take with you any time, any day, baby,” he said gently, stroking my back. “You can bet on it.”