I’d applied plenty of lube to her anus. Letting go of her ass cheek, I pushed some more, working it into her anus as I got both of my fingers inside her. Holding her ass cheek, I spread her open, and she thrust back against my fingers. The action was so slight, but I felt it. My sexy wife wanted this. She wasn’t saying no.
I stretched her ass out until she drove back on the fingers, begging for me to make her come. I wasn’t ready to give in just yet.
With my third finger, I slid it between the two and began to open her up even more. A whimper escaped her, and I paused, allowing her to get used to the feel of the three.
“Please,” she said.
“Do you want my cock?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I didn’t give her my dick straight away. My cock was already slick with pre-cum, and I worked my fingers into her ass, getting her accustomed to it. She was mindless on the pleasure. Her ass was a beacon, calling to me to take it.
I’d been a gentleman up until now, by my patience would only last so long. I removed my fingers, grabbed the lube, soaked my cock, and then I had the tip at her tight entrance which had closed up after my fingers left it.
She’d open for me.
I was rock-hard.
Aurora tensed up, and I ordered her to play with her pussy. This time, as I sank inch by tight glorious inch into her ass, she could bring herself to orgasm. The moment she had more of my cock in her ass, I grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide so I could watch as she took it all.
The sight alone was enough to make me spunk, but I gained control. I sank to the hilt, my balls slapping against her cunt. Her moans filled the air. I counted to ten before I began to rock. Going in and out, slow easy strokes.
“How does it feel?”
A moan. “Amazing, I think.”
I smiled.
Each stroke on her clit had her ass tightening around me. My balls were so heavy. I wanted to come, but I took my time, allowing her to get accustomed to my dick in her ass. This wasn’t easy.
She was fucking glorious. Tight, hot, virginal, giving. Aurora was everything.
“Please!”
That one word was all I needed.
I began to harden my strokes, going a little harder, driving inside her, fucking her, taking her.
I heard Aurora come, and I felt it around my cock as her asshole became even tighter. My orgasm was so close, and as I filled her ass, it spilled from the tip, filling her asshole. I didn’t pull out even after the pleasure faded. I stayed deep inside her. Collapsing over her, but not giving her all of my weight, I kissed her neck.
“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” I asked.
“No.” She giggled. “I can’t believe we just did that.” She pushed her hair from her face. “I loved doing that.”
“All you’ve got to do is ask.”
“Sure, because asking for you to give me … anal is a random conversation piece.”
This time, I chuckled. “I know from what I read in those dirty books this is not all that you want, is it?”
She laughed. “You’re right. I can’t believe you read my books. Don’t you have anything more interesting to do with your time?”
“Lots.” But all I’d wanted was to know more about my wife, what made her tick. “And now as per your books, I think it’s only fair that I clean you.”
She groaned, and I laughed as I pulled out of her but lifted her in my arms, carrying her through to the bedroom.
Chapter Eighteen
Aurora
I watched Slavik across the dining room table. Today was my birthday, and after spending the week waking up to his kisses and making love, he hadn’t been there. Already dressed and ready for work. I stood before him in my night shirt and shorts, which I pulled on in a hurry.
“Morning,” I said, sipping at my tea. Coffee still made me feel sick
He looked up from his cell phone. “Hey, baby, good morning.”
I smiled. I loved it when he used sweet words like that. “Busy morning?”
“Yeah, I’ve got to head into the office early.”
“Right.”
Still no mention.
I wasn’t about to tell him it was my birthday and see the horrible realization that he’d forgotten. This was kind of like any other breakfast back at home. No one cared. They all went about their own business.
Pressing my lips together, I took another sip of my tea. I refused to be sad on this day. I’d spent a lot of birthdays alone. Today would be another one in a long list.
Thinking about the day and how we’d been the past week, I turned toward my husband and watched him. He clicked away at his cell phone, and I put my tea down. I walked toward him and leaned against the table.