- My hands play with her thick asscheeks. Spreading them, squeezing the pillowy flesh. My eyes fixated on the hole that’s always been off-limits. That crude brown button. My cock jumps and twitches, resting inches from the sphincter as I pry her cheeks open and shut repeatedly with my thumbs. I’ve never gotten to just stare at it like this! I play around like a kid with a new toy. And I can feel her shift in discomfort under me. I press a finger to her asshole, rub around, feel every puckered wrinkle, the enticing heat she emits.
- Lizzy always cleans herself meticulously in the shower. Even her butthole is always kept surprisingly pristine. Besides a few little stray hairs here and there, she trims and shaves and keeps everything nice and ladylike. All for herself, because she likes to. It gives her confidence, makes her feel clean and womanly. But no matter how nice she keeps it back here, I’ve never been allowed to even look very much, let alone poke and prod and rub. And no matter how much she cleaned it, she’s not truly prepared for anal. She never expected this to happen tonight, and I can feel her body shaking. Silently praying that she’s clean enough, that nothing too gross occurs. And that risk, the off chance that my innocent wife could so utterly humiliate herself doing something so indecent makes my cock swell like solid steel against her crack.
- I squirt out some lube, right onto her asshole, and continue increasingly playing and poking with my fingers. It takes a while, but as the minutes go by, I can feel her hole relaxing. I pop a finger inside Lizzy’s ass for the very first time, one knuckle deep inside her tight anus. She squeaks and buries her shy face in a pillow. And I savor every second, wiggling and digging into her. My other hand is free to knead and slap at her buttcheeks.