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DISCLAIMER: This story contains graphic (as someone said, I hope they
are graphic, I tried really hard to make them that way) descriptions
of sexual relations between two consenting adults.  If you are
offended by that sort of subject matter, or have not yet attained the
legal age in your community which would allow you to read this type of
material, please read no further.


This is a fantasy only.  In reality my wife is afflicted with a number
of physical problems that have made any form of intercourse impossible
for the last seven years.  I have had to take the responsibility for
my sexual satisfaction into my own hands, so to speak, for that time.
I have really  appreciated the efforts of a number of authors to
A.S.S. and have been inspired to try this little amatuerish effort.
It's based on a recurring fantasy of mine that has been a tremendous
accompaniement to the late night Cinemax presentations featuring
Shannon Tweed.  Since the really good authors get so little feedback,
I don't really expect much response, but if anyone would
CONSTRUCTIVELY comment I would love to see it in A.S.S.D or direct
e-mail to the hotmail box.  Please no flames from feminist groups,
etc....

Life Is Good, (M/F, cons, oral, anal)

My eyes popped open as my wife pulled her mouth completely off of my
penis.  I had just licked and fingered her to orgasm and I was taking
my turn at being the passive partner.  Don't get me wrong, we like
sixty-nining.  I love having her mouth slide up and down my penis,
while my mouth is full of her pussy and I'm teasing her asshole with
my nose.  It's just that, sometimes, you can do a better of job of
pleasuring your mate, when you're not being distracted.

She had stopped so she could list some of what was important to her in
our plans for tomorrow night.  We had agreed that tomorrow would be
right for acting out my favorite fantasy (which, if I'm lucky, we
might get to do twice a year).  We were down to what she wanted in
return.  Our shared planning had been going on for an hour now.  It
was an extended process, due to the fact that one or the other of us
was likely to have their mouth full of the other's sexual parts.  I
don't know about your priorities, but I can always wait for my wife to
get around to saying something, when she's busy sucking and licking my
penis.

She kept slowly sliding a ring, made by her index finger and thumb, up
and down my moist shaft as she insisted: "And we're going to go
someplace really nice.  I'm not going to get all dolled up and wind up
at Perkins."  The physical sensation was holding me constant, but I
was anxious to get her back to the task at hand, so to speak.

"Yeah, no problem.  I've got reservations at Wadsworth's in the
Northland Inn."  That's my wife's favorite fancy place.  I don't mind
going there, I just hate the size of the bill, for what little food
you get.  But they do give good service.  I'm sure they have a
different waitperson for every piece of glassware on the table.  I had
been going to let it be a suprise, but if it she needed reassurance of
my intentions to get back to sucking me, so be it.

She seemed happy with my choice, as I'm sure I was now going deeper
into her mouth than before.  She also picked up the pace a little and
I was at the point where I was starting to make those little satisfied
sounds in my throat.  You know, that point where it feels so good you
don't want it to end, but it's gonna feel even better when it does.

Maybe she was messing with my mind, but she popped up again to say:
"And we get to go dancing for at least an hour.  We're not going to
just go somewhere, have a drink and then go home because the band went
on a break."

"No problem, Hon.  We'll go to the Bel-Ray and dance through an entire
set, guaranteed.  She started using her hand and mouth in syncopation.
I never last long that way.

She stopped again.  "Do we have enough bourbon?  I want two drinks
while I'm in the tub."

I needed to think about that.  I'm not into necrophilia.  Two drinks
is usually enough to almost put her to sleep.  If we go out somewhere,
she never has more than one drink.  There are times when you
appreciate a cheap date and times when you don't.  I didn't have the
heart to object too strenuously though, because she had gotten a real
strong suction going.  "Are you sure you need two?  Two drinks is a
lot for you."

"Don't be silly!  It's going to be over a two hour period and I want
to really relax."  Her hand was setting up a hard jerky rythm on my
shaft, while she made her point.  "And I'm going to have a third one
... just to sip,... don't look at me like that... while I'm waiting
for you to get home, so don't be late."

"Trust me Honey.  There's nothing that could happen tomorrow that
could be more important to me than coming... home."

"You know I need the drinks.  I have to get into kind of a submissive
mind set for what you want and it's a lot easier to feel like a sex
slave when I'm a little drunk.  And I'll want to maintain that after
I'm out of the tub, waiting for you to get home."

How do you argue with logic like that?  My hand was behind her head
now.  That's our signal that I'm really close to coming and for her to
not use her hands anymore, just her mouth.  My hips were pushing up
off the bed to meet her down ward stroke.  I was occasionally banging
into the back of her throat.  If we hadn't been doing this for twenty
years, she might have been gagging a little, but she's added this
little trick to her repertoire over the years and it really drives me
wild. The slurping sounds got louder as her head oscillated faster and
faster.

And... I was... Cumming...  Squirt after squirt... her rhythm slowed
and I could FEEL her swallowing my cum.  Her suction was more gentle
and her tongue gently cleaned me, as her mouth slid more and more
slowly up and down my shrinking penis.  It took a few minutes, but I
loved every second of it.  She kept me in her mouth until I was
completely clean and detumescent.  There are some nights when she can
keep me hard for what seems like hours, but tonight my little soldier
was showing unusual common sense.

She sipped a small manhattan I had placed earlier on her bedside
table.  Porno novels to the contrary, she's not convinced my semen
tastes anything like a successful milkshake flavor.  She takes  my
ejaculation in her mouth and swallows it because she knows how
important it is to my pleasure.  When that was done and we had
finished a little talk about nothing and everything, as couples do,
we turned out the lights and cuddled like spoons, her head on my arm,
my very satisfied penis against  her buttcheeks.  We were both pretty
well on the way to sleep when she remembered to say: "And you're gonna
eat me for at least fifteen minutes before we start fucking, no matter
how many orgasms  I have.  I'm not putting up with barber's itch for
two weeks just to give you something to look at."

"Yup.  That's a deal."  No problem, Honey.  I would gladly do that
anytime.

This morning, Friday, I was up early, early to work and early home.
We haven't done my favorite fantasy for months.  My "gym" bag is
packed.  Everything I need is in the bag.  I've put together a bag of
goodies from my shopping trips for the wifey, too.

After all these years, she knows what I want, but I throw in a few
suprises once in a while (flavored douches and enemas, anal beads,
whatever).  I can't forget the first time she used a butt plug.  I had
taken it out of it's blister pack.  (Why do they insist on such tacky
graphics on those packages?)  You should have seen me trying to figure
out how to get some privacy in my cubicle at work, or somewhere,
anywhere, so I could tell her what to do with it.  I think she really
knew, but she was having fun trying to get me to tell her.

Today went pretty smoothly.  I was in such a good mood that it really
didn't matter what happened.  The people at work don't appreciate how
much a good lover is better than a sleeping pill.  A really good
night's sleep and something extra special to look forward to, at day's
end, does wonders for your attitude at work.  The idiots in management
and the salespeople doing cold calls don't get you down when your
favorite fantasy is only hours away.  I've even been complimented on
my positive attitude and motivation.  I can't wait to see my secret
show up in management handbooks.

At last, it's time to hit the shower.  We have them for the guys who
like to jog at noon.  I would much rather work through lunch and come
home early to jog with my wife.  I could go jogging with the guys at
noon, but if I'm with my wife there's a significantly better chance of
sneaking off the jogging path to score a little quicky with a horny
lady, who is already a little hot and sweaty.  Anyway,  I want to be
squeaky clean and smelling good when I hit home.  I've got the gym bag
packed with extra loose clothes: sweatpants, oversize sweatshirt,
tennis shoes that don't need to be tied.  Most of my co-workers assume
I head for the gym on Friday nights.  I'm headed for a work out
alright, but not the kind they're thinking of, I'll bet.

I can almost get off in the shower, just thinking about my wife's
preparations at home.  It's really tempting but why waste the time for
a hand job with something much better waiting at home.

My wife starts her preparations with an enema (occasionally two, if
the first one doesn't seem to have done the job).  We use the
disposable type you get at the drugstore.  They were in her goody bag.
Then a nice hot tub.  It's going to get refilled a couple of times
over the next two hours.  She shaves her legs and keeps right on
going, until her pussy lips are totally bare and the only pubic hair
she has is a little heart shape, just above her labia, and that's
trimmed real short.  We learned to use a cookie cutter and a water
soluble marker to get the shape just right.  She has her drinks and a
magazine or two to read.  (Her favorite magazines were in the goody
bag.  Your catching on now, right?)  I usually pick up one or two at
the store, along with some roses, the night before.  She gives herself
two hours to get totally relaxed (and pretty well tipsy).  Then she's
going to get into an outfit appropriate to this fantasy.  She'll slip
a well lubricated butt plug into her ass, and wait for me while having
another drink.  She sometimes get horny enough to play with herself,
but it's usually just a time to make sure the phone is off the hook,
the blinds are drawn and that whatever she has selected to wear for
later in the evening is ready.

I'm headed for home now.  Rush hour traffic isn't too bad if you get
an early start.  My sweatpants are real loose and, up high in the van,
no one can tell you're stroking yourself as you cruise next to some
fine looking ladies.  No wonder the the truck drivers used to radio
each other about "seat covers" worthy of each other's attention.
There's a cute young blonde with long legs and a short skirt in the
car in the next lane.  I wish her lips were wrapped around my penis
right now, instead of my hand (the lips at either end, for that
matter).  Is she flexible enough to put her knees behind her elbows
and make the "Viennese Oyster?"  Does she like it doggie?  Would she
suck the cum out of me and swallow it after I've fucked her pussy?  I
wonder if she squeals when she takes it up the butt...  Whoa, I don't
want to get too far, just jerking myself off.  I've gotta save it (for
my homecoming, so to speak).

I'm home, finally.  Just leave the van on the driveway.  It doesn't
need to be put in the garage.  We'll be taking it to dinner anyway.
Head for the front door and see her smiling at me in her robe (Oh
Yeah!  the short white silk one!  some dangly earrings and a choker
necklace with matching anklet... Oh, yes!) and shut that door behind
me.  She takes my briefcase from me and puts it down on the hall table
and her drink next to it, while I shuck my tennis shoes into a corner
and my sweatshirt on top of them.  She gives me a really passionate,
sloppy kiss.  Yep, she's a little tipsy, but definitely horny.  Then
she steps back and smiles her best, sultry, sex kitten smile.

Her robe drops to the floor.  She's wearing only a garter belt,
stockings, and high heels  (They're all white.  We have other colors,
but she knows my favorite for this fantasy).  Her little shaving job
is perfect and her lower lips are obviously wet.  Her nipples are up
and she has done her makeup perfectly.  She has RED lips (they're
gonna look great around my penis) and perfectly lined eyes.

There's no talking now, we know this fantasy well enough that she
doesn't need any prompting.  She steps forward to give me another one
of those kisses that would give a statue a hardon.  Then she kneels in
front of me and pulls the string on my sweatpants with her teetth.  As
my pants come down, my penis pops up and I'm in her mouth, in almost
no time.

You know the porno tapes would have you think a nineteen year old
gives the finest blow job known to man.  Let me set you straight.  A
totally loving woman who has spent the last twenty years perfecting a
blow job just for you, will have nothing to fear from such amateurish
competition.  Her mouth totally conforms to the shape of my penis.  I
don't know how, I just know it's wonderful.  She knows exactly when to
use nice deep strokes the length of my penis and when to hold just the
head of my penis in her mouth and use her hand to drive me wild.  If
she needs to rest from the constant suction (I don't come in a short
time like a nineteen year old either), she knows exactly how to keep
me hard with the movements of her hand, but never take me out of her
mouth.  She knows how to vary the speed of her head and hands together
so I'm brought to the peak of ecstasy and kept there until I can't
stand it anymore.

She knows when I'm at that point and she looks up at me to silently
ask if I want to cum in her mouth or move on to the next step.  I put
my hand behind her head and she knows what I want.  She knows how to
take me deep and use just her mouth to trip me over the edge into a
tremendous orgasm.  And I can look into her eyes, as I'm coming, and
see the lust in them, and see them say:  "I'm doing this just for
you... only for you... because I love you.  Fuck me in the mouth and
fill it with your cum."  Like last night, she swallows my cum.  Not a
drop escapes and when I'm done, she cleans me with her lips and
tongue, never completely removing me from her mouth.

Then we wait, my penis still in her mouth.  She's playing with her
pussy and pinching a nipple at the same time.  (When did she start
doing that?  Who cares...)  After a few minutes of very gentle
stimulation, my erection is returning.  She's very gently sliding up
and down, in increasingly long strokes with her lips.  I'm getting
hard again.  My penis is erect, but really sensitive.  Which is good,
considering where I'm headed next.  When she's sure I'm fully erect
and ready again, she lets my penis escape from her mouth.  She quickly
does "bottoms up" on the rest of her drink.

Then she turns around, crawls forward a little and, still on her
knees, puts her shoulders to the mat. (Did I mention we have a
special, washable mat, with extra padding just for such occasions?
It's easier on the knees and clean up is easier too).  She positions
her hair so I can see her face.  She reaches behind her and with a
hand on each side, (very lady like, not grossly with splayed fingers,
like grabbing melons) she parts her asscheeks, ...for me.  The butt
plug tells me she has readied herself, ...for me.

I kneel behind her and, very gently, I pull out the plug...

Whoa!  She must have had the major portion of a bottle of baby oil up
there.  Not that I'm complaining, mind you.  I figure whatever it
takes is okay with me.  After all, how much would I use if somebody
were going to fuck me in the ass.  It's just pouring out of her ass
and running down her shaved pussy lips.  They look good all oily and
slightly puffy from being played with a moment before.  Sometimes I
bend all the way down and lick her pussy for a while, before I pull
the plug, but there's no need for that tonight.  She's already been
playing with herself and can do a better of job of exciting herself
than I can.

As I usually do, I catch some of the overflow and massage it into my
penis.  With my other hand I slowly insert two fingers into her
asshole and let her direct my movements of them.  When my penis is
good and slick and she can handle two fingers sliding, very slowly, in
and out, we're ready for the main event.

My wife's ass is tight.  We've been doing anal lovemaking for years
and she's able to relax, now, but it's still something we start very
slowly.  I work on getting just the glans of my penis inside her
sphincter.  Then we pause, until she's ready to go on.  When she's
ready, I can put another inch in, and wait.  We keep this up until I
am fully embedded in her asshole.  The tightness of her sphincter at
the base of my penis, the totally hot (warmer than a vagina), velvet
glove feel of her rectum, and her asscheeks rubbing against my thighs
is an incredible turn on.  I don't mind another wait at this point.  I
can be a happy man, just staying still, while feeling her ass muscles
milk my penis for a while.  Fucking some women in the ass is like
fucking a bottle.  It's tighter than hell at the sphincter, but beyond
that it's so loose that there's nothing to feel.  My little wifey
keeps her muscles in good shape.  The entire length of my dick is
surrounded and stimulated.

Eventually she's ready and I can start a slow back stroke.  That
sphincter muscle is so tight.  I don't know how to describe the feel
of it as it runs the length of my penis until just the glans is left
inside her.  Then we start a slow stroke back in again, without
pausing every inch.  Then out again and, slowly, in again.  I take it
slow until I can see the tension leave her shoulders. 

Now we can pick up speed.  I can fuck her asshole, now, almost as fast
as I fuck her pussy.  She's playing with herself again.  She says it
doesn't really do much for her.   She just does it, because she knows
it gets me hot.  Okay by me, but she's right, I do like it better when
she plays with herself.  Whatever it does, it's working.  I'm driving
in and out of such a tight, hot hole, that I'm not sure how much
longer I can last.  In fact, I can never last real long in her ass.

Oops!  Too long a stroke,and I'm all the way out of her ass.  I'm as
hard as a rock and her asshole is all dilated from my fucking.  I can
just put it back in and push my full length into her.  I pull all the
way out and drive all the way in again.  The Germans call this
durchfikken, 'pierce' fucking.  It's like starting from the beginning
on each stroke.  The feeling is incredibly intense and she lets out an
"Unh!" each time I penetrate her.  Pull all the way out, into the cool
air and push all the way in, until I'm as deep as possible in her hot
guts, again

Each time I'm all the way out, I get a really good look at her
distended greasy asshole, waiting for my next penetration.  I can see
her fingers working her oily pussy.  I think I remember reading
somewhere that there is nothing so self indulgent and decadent as
fucking a woman's asshole, when there's a perfectly willing, unused
pussy right below it.

Oh shit!  I can't hold out any longer, I've got to cum.

Which is probably good because her sphincter's had all the penetration
she can stand.  I start making short strokes, deep in her guts.  She's
talking dirty to me now.  In a sort of half pleading, half demanding
tone of voice, she's saying: "Fuck me in my asshole...  C'mon, cum in
my ass...  I WANT you to cum up my ass... C'mon, FUCK me up the
asshole...I want your cum in my ass"  

It's kind of a dirty litany, but how could I deny her request.  I
start filling her asshole with cum.  It's intense and it lasts for a
long time.  I can't help but grunt back at her with each stroke and
she's pulling her ass cheeks further apart so I can get in, as deep as
possible.  The strongest climaxes of my married life have been in my
wife's asshole.

When I finally droop out of her asshole, I'm drained physically and
emotionally.  She doesn't seem too much the worse for the wear, but
we're both sweaty and greasy.  Clean up time is easy with two (we
don't intend to explain to anybody what the mat and the toys are all
about).  Then we shower together and take a two hour nap (there's a
reason we start the process early).  Then we get up, get dressed and
head out for dinner and dancing, etc.  We'll be up late, while my wife
collects on that pussy licking she has coming and a lot of ordinary
fucking, just so her vagina doesn't feel unappreciated.  Tomorrow is
Saturday and we've already got the phone off the hook.

Life is good.


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