What She Wanted (A/L)
(A) – This story contains anal play, including anal intercourse.
(L) – This story contains strong language.
She sat with her back against the headboard. Her feet were pulled back against her thighs and her knees were spread wide. Her tits hung free and her damp pussy soaked the pastel blue of her thong. Her fingers slipped under the waistband and toyed with her juicy folds, and her eyes were glued to her husband.
“Anything you want,” he said. “It’s your birthday.”
She smiled at that and her mind began to whirl with possibilities. First, she thought of something light and playful, maybe even something outdoors. But then something else came to mind; something she hardly dared to admit to herself.
Daring to let the thought build in her mind, she moved her eyes down his body. She loved his mind, his heart, and his faith, but there was no denying her attraction to his raw physicality.
Her eyes took in the size of his shoulders and chest; the thin veil of his button down did little to hide the power beneath. He could take her any way that he wanted—a thought that made her shudder—but his greatest strength was his control.
The thought coalesced in her mind, her mouth went dry, and her pussy dripped. Just this once, that is what she wanted. Arousal radiated throughout her body, and she closed her knees and slipped her bare feet to the floor. Padding to the closet, she dug through a pile of packages.
In a state of nearly blind horniness long ago, she’d made a secret purchase. When it arrived, she had been overcome with excitement, guilt, and disbelief that she’d given in to such a thing, and had hidden it away in shame. But now she knew this was what she wanted.
She carried the unassuming box back to the bed with an air of confidence she didn’t know she possessed.
“Open it,” she told him, as she drew one foot onto the bed while leaving the other on the floor.
She felt giddy and lustful as she watched him unveil her secret. His sharp intake of breath fed her excitement as the contents were revealed.
“I want to fuck you.”
The look in his eyes was one of surprise and maybe even gratification at her boldness. His smile and the brush of his hand across her thigh was his acquiescence. He placed the contents into her hands and sat back. She was now in control.
The feeling of power was foreign to her, and she knew she could never wield it often, but today she would.
“Take a shower while I get ready.”
“Yes ma’am,” he responded, and she almost came just hearing the words.
When the shower turned on, a part of her couldn’t believe this was happening. But another part of her—the lustful vixen—was now in control.
She stepped out of her panties and into the harness. Pulling it up her thighs felt thrilling, and when it settled around her hips, the bulbous base touched her juicy lips. Grasping the phallus with one hand and pushing the base with the other, she gasped and moaned aloud when it slipped inside.
Chills covered her body both from the physical sensation and from her growing fervor for the impending carnality. Making the final adjustments, she turned towards the bathroom door, slowly stroked her cock, and waited with erotic anticipation.
When he emerged nude through the door, she strode to meet him. Lacing her fingers behind his head, she pulled him down for a kiss. Electric heat passed between them, further igniting her passion and desire. She withdrew from the kiss and placed her hands on his shoulders, then with gentle pressure, she guided him to his knees.
“Suck my cock, baby.”
The words leaving her mouth were both unbelievable and exhilarating. This is what she wanted. He grasped the phallus with one hand, looked her in the eyes, and closed his lips over it.
She could not believe what she was seeing. This man—this strong and powerful man—was submitting himself to her. In that moment, she understood more about his love, lust, and passion for her than she ever had. The emotions came out in a feminine growl. This is what she wanted.
She reveled in the sight before her, placing her hands on his head and as it bobbed on her cock. The sensations the bulbous head was creating inside her pussy pulled her to the edge. She could cum just like this, but she wanted to fuck him.
She slid her hands from his head to his neck and placed gentle pressure up. The phallus escaped his lips with a pop, and she smiled. When he was on his feet, she kissed him again and took two steps back.
“Get on the bed. In the middle. Facing away.”
She shuddered at his obedience and walked with shaky legs to her bedside table. Retrieving the lube, she crawled onto the bed and knelt behind him. Placing her hand on his back, she applied gentle pressure and guided him to all fours.
She ran her hands over his back and cheeks, but her deep-seated need sprang forth unbidden from her lips.
“Spread your cheeks.”
When he complied, trembling fingers opened the cap. He shivered slightly when the cool liquid hit its mark and visibly shook when she spread it inside. Another dollop on her cock and she guided the thick phallus closer as her body sought entry into his. He moaned at the contact.
With one hand on her cock and the other on his hip, she pushed forward. Watching him spread open caused her to gasp in delight, and she had to fight the urge to plunge all the way in.
Slowly and deliberately she pushed until her hips met his. He was visibly sweating by now and she rested her other hand on his hip to let him get used to the intrusion.
When she felt he was ready, she said, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Hearing the words come out of her mouth, with her cock buried inside him, elicited an erotic pleasure she didn’t know existed.
She slowly withdrew until the head was barely in, then thrust forward just a little faster. Back and forth she moved, basking in the sight of his tight ring gripping her cock. Her confidence grew with each stroke, and she stopped only to apply more lube before she gave in to the pace her body demanded.
With both hands on his hips and him rocking on his knees with each stroke, she dug in her fingers, let go, and just fucked him.
The room filled with the sounds of their grunts, moans, and heavy breathing while her nostrils basked in the scent of her own arousal. Stroke after stroke fueled her desire and she began to feel truly animalistic.
Sweat poured off her brow and her muscles burned, but she didn’t slow down. The orgasm was building in her core, and she grew desperate for release. Plunging as hard as she could, she reached the point of no return and buried herself inside her husband. With pulsing hips and shaking thighs, her orgasm washed over her.
Out of breath and slowly coming down, she lay on his back in the surreal aftermath of her first time holding the reins. Her husband was also panting heavily, and she realized she didn’t know if he had received his own pleasure.
Pulling out her cock, she guided him to his back and poised herself over him. With her tits just touching his chest, she smiled down at him and said, “Did you cum?”
“No baby, but it’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t okay. I want you to cum. I want you to cum while I fuck you.”
With that, she retrieved more lube and prepared them both. She inched forward until her cock touched his hole, and feeling deviously passionate, pushed herself in with one stroke. He groaned aloud, and she placed her hands on each side of his chest before taking his mouth with hers.
Unlike her heat in the moments before, she now felt tender and only wanted to give him pleasure. She touched his face, slid her hand down his body, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She was fucking him, but it wasn’t just sex now. This time, it was making love.
He writhed under the ministrations of her grip and her cock. She kept a steady pace and delighted in the pleasure she was giving him, but she wasn’t immune to her own. She closed her eyes as she rocked her hips and her pussy buzzed with building sensations.
She moved both hands onto his cock and increased her pace. Her moans synchronized with his, and now it was only a matter of time. With half-lidded eyes and shaky breath she said, “That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock.”
Her words sent them each over the edge. His cock swelled in her hand, and her pussy clenched. Spurts of cream rocketed from his tip, leaving a trail from his chest to his face, and her pussy wet the sheets below.
Coming down once more, she slowed her ministrations, but did stop until she had milked his very last drop.
Slowly withdrawing her cock, she lay beside him and he turned to put his head on her chest. She smiled to herself and played with his hair as his breathing steadied and he fell asleep.
Deeply content, but still on a sexual high, she eased herself from under him, removed her harness, and walked naked to the kitchen. Part of her was still in disbelief that she just experienced this. Although she enjoyed it much more than she thought she would, she knew that she would only want this sometimes.
But sometimes . . . Oh my, she thought.
A flicker of lust caused her to pick up her phone, and she began browsing. She smiled as her harness came across the screen, but now she wanted something different. Then she saw it: a long, double-ended phallus in her favorite color. An involuntary moan escaped her lips, and she made the purchase before she changed her mind.
He would ask her about the charge. And she would tell him—next year.
That was so delightfully raw! I would be very open to trying this with my future husband, if he was interested in anal and prostate pleasure. There is something so deeply intimate about sharing the most private parts of oneself with another. Loved this one, KM!
I’m glad you liked it LLL! I agree that anal is intimate and I hope your future husband wants to experience all of these things with you.
Such a hot amazing story!!
Glad you liked it!
Wow this story is HOT. I dream of being pegged by my future wife someday. I wonder if that would allow me to finally achieve the elusive prostate orgasms I've been trying for for so long, but also it seems just so intimate and romantic, something that really takes a lot of trust and a deep connection to be able to do.
I hope that comes true for you, FM. And you’re absolutely right about the trust and connection.
Don’t give up trying for that prostate orgasm 😉
Wow, KM! That was scorching from start to finish! I would be so blessed to find a future wife who wants to try this every once in a while, and I truly hope she will. (And hopefully more than just once a year!) It turns me on so much to imagine the kind of intimacy and trust a relationship must have to enable such vulnerability in the reversal of roles. Plus, as this story shows, it can feel amazing for both spouses too!
Thank you! “Scorching” is quite compliment.
I have no doubt that you’re praying for your future wife, and I hope you and her are very sexually compatible.
It’s extremely important, but not something that most couples discuss. I hope and pray better for you.
Here’s to “more than once a year” for you😉
Yep, I pray for her, and for my ability as a husband, nearly every day.
And sexual compatibility is certainly one of the major things on the dating checklist. Of course, I'm not going to ask on the first date if she's willing to be a wife who pegs her husband, lol! But she's definitely going to have to answer some very intimate questions, and hear my own intimate answers, before we get married. I've seen too many stories of couples deeply mismatched in sexual values, and I'll do all I reasonably can to make sure that we're not one of those stories.
K. M.
I love your writing. You're descriptives are always so beautiful and heartfelt. When a man describes intimacy and such a way it's so fulfilling to read.
Thanks Tutchh! I appreciate your compliment very much.
Clearly this is not for everyone. I found it distasteful. I also find it void of the natural order God made sex to be within husband and wife. But if fingering the prostate is a thing for couples then I think its alright. Anyway this is my opinion.
I appreciate your thoughts. The prostate is a sexual organ, and as such, I believe God created a way for it to be enjoyed within the context of marriage, and even in the context of single masturbation.
But no, it isn’t for everyone.
In all honesty, I've had the same concerns as Camo at times, in regards to the "natural order", and it being "unnatural" to have the woman penetrating the man. I'm single, but enjoy anal stimulation, and as I commented above, I enjoy the idea of being the man in this story with my future wife, so the acceptability of this kind of play is very relevant to me. Because I love God, I want to be as sure as I can that the things I do with my life please Him in every area.
As I've considered it, I've found that all biblical commands and guidance about sexual behavior have to do with relationship, not technique. All prohibitions are about who or what we can involve in sexual relations (no family members, no members of the same sex, no spouses of other people, no animals), but specific methods of stimulation within marriage are never mentioned. I interpret that to mean that married couples have complete freedom to physically stimulate each other however they want, as long as it is loving and safe.
I understand, but I think men struggle with this in large part because of the stigma connected to men engaging in and enjoying anal play, and I’m not advocating for anything blatantly or Biblically sinful.
That being said, God designed the male body, prostate included, and stimulating the prostate does give sexual pleasure.
So, if we think about the fact that God didn’t just put something there to temp us, then there must be a non-sinful way to enjoy the pleasure it provides.
In addition, there are proven health benefits to ticking one’s prostate. 😉