This story contains anal penetration (A).
My wife lay naked on our bed, a vision of beauty, an angel in the flesh. I stepped out of my clothes and climbed onto our bed, leaning in to give her a kiss. She responded with a playful peck and reached over to take hold of my penis. As she started to stroke my swollen member, I ran a hand over her body, pausing to gently caress her breasts before stopping between her legs.
I ran my finger over her clitoris. She was already aroused and wet, so I slid my finger into her waiting womanhood. This elicited a gasp, and she involuntarily clenched my shaft. I began to move my finger in a “come here” motion, stimulating her G-spot. She moaned and squirmed with pleasure, stroking my manhood with increasing desire.
My finger’s ministrations were working my wife into a frenzy. With a desperate moan, she began moving her hips to hump my finger. Unable to concentrate on anything but her rising pleasures, she released her grasp on my member and closed her eyes. Within moments, she went rigid as an orgasm swept over her, her first of the night.
With a smile, I removed my now-drenched finger then leaned over for a kiss. She returned the kiss, giving me a mock glare. Then she rotated onto her side and pulled me towards her.
“Come here,” she demanded, with an insistent tug on my hips. I rolled onto my side to face her, then placed my penis at her opening. I rubbed the tip around at her lips, teasing her and wetting the tip with her juices. This brought brief protestations from my bride with demands that I stop teasing and just get in there, which I promptly did.
She gasped at my penetration, gripping my shoulder. Then we began, our hips moving in rhythm. Slowly, we built the pace until we were pounding each other with abandon. It took little time to bring her to another orgasm.
As her most recent climax subsided, I kissed her passionately. That brought a whimper from her lips, and she began to thrust her hips at me. One of the things she likes best about this position (lying on our sides, facing each other) is that she can take the lead and thrust almost as much as if she is on top. I pushed my hips forward as she rode my member faster and faster. With a moan, she climaxed again.
Breathing heavily, I rolled her over onto her back, spreading her legs and maintaining penetration. We kissed and thrust slowly and gently. I felt her pleasure rising again and the approach of my own orgasm, so I slowed even more to prolong our enjoyment. Breaking our kiss, she gave me a dirty smile.
“Maybe you and Bob should work together,” she said mischievously. Bob is her realistically shaped vibrator (Battery Operated Boyfriend: Bob). The thought thrilled me, but knowing that she was close to another orgasm, I teased her with some brief intense thrusting. I toyed with the idea of just staying in her and cumming (which would not take long at this point), but she came again quickly, and I slipped out.
“I suppose,” I said, reaching into the headboard drawer for our lube and her toy.
“Where do you want me?” I asked, spreading lube on both my own and the artificial phallus.
“Wherever you want,” she said in a sultry voice, giving me the slyest smile as she spread her legs. That smile became a gasp of pleasure as I lubed up her asshole. Slowly, I inserted Bob into her hungry vagina, then positioned my tip at her asshole. Gently, I pressed forward, inserting first the tip, then the shaft until I was all the way in. My pubic bone held the dildo in place against the contractions of her vaginal walls. My wife gasped, then moaned.
“Oh, that feels good,” she let out, reveling in the feel of her double penetration. I began to gently thrust in and out, the motion of my hips also pressing on the dildo. Oh, how tight she was! I gripped her legs and slowly sped up my thrusting, drawing forth deep moans of ecstasy from my wife. In and out I thrust, again and again until I climaxed, filling her ass with my cum. This pushed my bride over the edge once more, and she arched her back and writhed as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave.
I slipped out and crashed onto the bed next to her, breathing heavily. The dildo popped out of her pussy, pushed out by her vaginal contractions. She leaned over and kissed me passionately. “We need a shower,” she said.
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