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Gentlemen, there is one thing to know. Most women do not believe that men find assholes attractive!! Unbelieving, I had really never listened. Words foreign to me were rejected. No way could I ever understand. Finally my husband used the right words. Ass Men, take note. This is a hard sale. You need to have your argument ready. Prepare as if going to trial, for the big playoff game, or military operation.
Horrified as I listened to him inhale, I started to protest. Then he whispered, "thank you." Immediately, I closed my mouth as he continued. My ass was gorgeous. He'd wanted to love this part of me, too. Please let him. He loved everything about me. I asked, "Why?"
Inside I melted as I listened and finally heard his need. My pussy opened and a throbbing began that ran from clit to deep inside. Feeling like some kind of freak, I moaned loudly. The excitement running through me demanded I submit. Afraid of the primal force waking in me, I willed myself to be calm.
A gasp long and loud entered the small kitchen. David's tongue leisurely and lightly touched my tightest of openings. A jolt hit me, I wanted this. I felt dirty and wrong, like some deviant I had read about. No thought crossed my mind about stopping him. Something just feels too good.
When I tensed, my husband would pause. Telling me again and again how beautiful I looked, how good I tasted to him. The compliments were never ending as he waited for me to relax again. Soothed by his praise and the true emotion I heard, I would relax.
Continuing on his quest, he grew bolder. Now his tongue was swirling around what he called a rosebud and his hands were roughly holding me open. As his tongue wiggled its way into my opening, I shuddered. Feelings of confusion filled me. Why did I want to push back? Why did I feel like whimpering? Why were we even doing this?
Whimpering did enter the room as he tongue fucked my ass. It felt good, really good. Nerves never touched were caressed. Arousal radiated through me as I tried not to move. Feeling dirty, I trembled. I welcomed his tongue there and it frightened me. Deviant was not a label that I wanted to hold.
God help me. I had no defenses against such pleasure. Pausing, he asked me not to move. "Please" added as he flew from the room. A dusty bottle of lube was in his hand as he returned. The look of hope in his deep blue eyes held me there, nude. Ass in the air and still bent over, I felt my stomach drop. The pain was not something I was looking forward to, it was his satisfaction that I desired.
Back on his knees and now also nude, David squeezed a little lube into his hand. The sound of it squirting was a reality check. Trying to take deep breathes, I felt myself tighten anyway. As I tried to calm my racing heart, I felt one finger slide into me. Gently, my husband began to finger fuck my ass. Warmth filled me and I began to relax.
Soon another finger joined the first one and the finger fucking continued.
Horrified as I listened to him inhale, I started to protest. Then he whispered, "thank you." Immediately, I closed my mouth as he continued. My ass was gorgeous. He'd wanted to love this part of me, too. Please let him. He loved everything about me. I asked, "Why?"
Inside I melted as I listened and finally heard his need. My pussy opened and a throbbing began that ran from clit to deep inside. Feeling like some kind of freak, I moaned loudly. The excitement running through me demanded I submit. Afraid of the primal force waking in me, I willed myself to be calm.
A gasp long and loud entered the small kitchen. David's tongue leisurely and lightly touched my tightest of openings. A jolt hit me, I wanted this. I felt dirty and wrong, like some deviant I had read about. No thought crossed my mind about stopping him. Something just feels too good.
When I tensed, my husband would pause. Telling me again and again how beautiful I looked, how good I tasted to him. The compliments were never ending as he waited for me to relax again. Soothed by his praise and the true emotion I heard, I would relax.
Continuing on his quest, he grew bolder. Now his tongue was swirling around what he called a rosebud and his hands were roughly holding me open. As his tongue wiggled its way into my opening, I shuddered. Feelings of confusion filled me. Why did I want to push back? Why did I feel like whimpering? Why were we even doing this?
Whimpering did enter the room as he tongue fucked my ass. It felt good, really good. Nerves never touched were caressed. Arousal radiated through me as I tried not to move. Feeling dirty, I trembled. I welcomed his tongue there and it frightened me. Deviant was not a label that I wanted to hold.
God help me. I had no defenses against such pleasure. Pausing, he asked me not to move. "Please" added as he flew from the room. A dusty bottle of lube was in his hand as he returned. The look of hope in his deep blue eyes held me there, nude. Ass in the air and still bent over, I felt my stomach drop. The pain was not something I was looking forward to, it was his satisfaction that I desired.
Back on his knees and now also nude, David squeezed a little lube into his hand. The sound of it squirting was a reality check. Trying to take deep breathes, I felt myself tighten anyway. As I tried to calm my racing heart, I felt one finger slide into me. Gently, my husband began to finger fuck my ass. Warmth filled me and I began to relax.
Soon another finger joined the first one and the finger fucking continued.