My lower back had been aching like my Grandmother always said hers was. Two days of weeding and replanting the backyard this early June weekend had been the cause. Tracy, my wife of twenty two years, had suggested we make the effort this year. We had always kept the yard presentable, but now she wanted to have something 'we can show off.' I'd agreed a change was needed. It had been planters on slabs since the time we moved in, with the 30 yard lawn beyond the patio stretching like a water stained, bumpy billiard table.
'Sod It!' landscapers had been called in to replace the grass. Their name hadn't been lost on me as I'd grown up watching BritComs with my two brothers. My eldest brother, now fifty five, had been USAF. He was sent to an airbase in eastern England and had acquired a taste for Monty Python, Black Adder and the rest. His leaving present from there had been a bag full of DVDs. Mr. Sod It! turned out to have had a Scottish mother, realized he could get away with it in Ohio and named his company thus.
So with sod laid, some kind of Euro/US hybrid garden Tracy had planned planted I roamed the kitchen looking for the heat balm my back needed. I was alone in the house that Monday having anticipated I'd need a couple of days off after the weekend just to relax and frankly have some 'me time' to peruse the internet for a little escort action.
I had four or five favorites in the area and Nikki was the one I hoped would be available the following afternoon. Nikki advertised as 28, was probably nearer 34 and had a body like Monica Belluci. She probably had a little southern European in her as she had the Roman nose and skin that tanned well. Looks wise she was generic Italian/Spanish and wouldn't have been out of place in a renaissance painting. Two things I dug about her were: she was down to earth, someone you could chat and laugh with; she enthusiastically allowed my cock in her mouth, pussy and ass.
I had begun seeing escorts around four years ago when I decided I simply needed something more than Tracy was offering.
Tracy had been, sexually, a terrific girl friend and fiance. We'd tried most things over the three years we dated and joked about our 'Party Piece'. Tracy could pretty much use my cock as a timer. She could blow me fast, she could blow me slow. I'd worked afternoons at a place which made fastenings and trim for the auto industry in Toledo, north of us, and Tracey picked me up one night.
"You drive" she said. "I'm really tired, need to get my head down". We set off on the 15 minute drive to my apartment. Tracy lived with her Baptist parents and there was an unspoken understanding between all of us she slept, alone, in her own bed at night. I rationalized this by knowing one afternoon I had driven her home after what her parents thought was a 9AM start, window shopping for a moped of all things.
"No I don't want a moped! Go to your place and I'll tell you what's happening as we drive." I pulled away from her parents place, giving a respectful wave and maybe slightly too bigger a smile as I did so.
A wicked grin spread over Tracy's face. "You're going to cum inside me four times today. Twice in my mouth, once in my...cunt" (she'd never said 'cunt' in front of me before) "and once, and you're going to like this one, in my sweet ass. We've got a good eight hours before my Dad assumes your trying to finger me at your place. I figure you can manage that."
I kept condoms (we were going to use them until a month or so before the wedding and then decide how to proceed), lube and a couple of toys Tracy had (nervously) bought from an out of town sex shop at my place. Tracy had stuffed one red and one black thong, a couple of matching push up bras and a pair of thigh high stockings into her purse.
The first shot was very much a gimme. After entering my 2nd floor apartment I simply led Tracy briskly straight ahead into the living room and over to the 'bachelor brown' couch I had bought on sale when I moved in. We'd done this before and Tracy needed no prompting in removing her innocently saucy dark blue and white polka dot panties to kneel on the couch facing away from me. Raising her knees on a couple of pillows she gripped the top of the backrest.
Having made a quick trip to the bedroom to retrieve a condom I returned to pull her sky blue skirt up over her hips revealing her well rounded, slightly too big for her frame, ass. I unzipped my cargo shorts and tugged them and my boxers over my stiff, practically vertical cock. Crouching behind Tracy I rolled the rubber on then pushed up and entered her wet, trimmed not shaved, pussy without even having to use a finger or hand to guide me. I thrust deep and hard my hands gripping each of her hips. Tracy gripped the top of the couch, turning and throwing back her head she sighed and licked her top lip. I simply thrust up, faster and harder as Tracy smacked the wall with one hand and gripped on with the other. I had no thought of lasting more than a couple of minutes like this and as Tracy stage whispered "Fuck me you bitch" I exploded into her pussy, straightened my knees and lifted her a foot higher up the couch. I jerked my load into the condom as she stood arching her back so her head fell back on my right shoulder.
By four o'clock that afternoon Tracy had swallowed two (not quite so large) loads of my cum. Once laying on her back with her head hanging over the side of the bed as I gently pinched her nipples and sucked her pussy through the red thong. Tracy would tell me when to fuck her mouth as she licked my balls and gently push my inner thighs back to stop me gagging her. The next time (and the 4th shot) simply kneeling in front of me as I sat sideways, legs apart on one of the two dining chairs (and table) I'd bought with the couch.
Tracy and I hadn't done anal for at least a month. She didn't dislike it, but girl talk and magazines had told her asses weren't meant to be an entrance and there were horrible stories of bleeding and prolapse. So we saved it as an occasional treat. We'd done our research and used a ridiculous amount of lube and some kind of oil Tracy had slipped into her basket at the drug store. She liked it, but this didn't mean she wanted to spend middle age shitting into a diaper.
As the clock approached 11 AM Tracy knelt doggy style in the middle of my Queen bed. She had parted her now stocking clad legs about a foot apart and had her head sideways on the pillow, her arms stretched past the sides of her head. I knelt behind her and licked the rim of her ass hole, first in circles and then up and down as I eased my tongue into the musky warmth. Tracy groaned and tightened her hold on the pillows. I took the lube and oil and applied it to my hard cock and Tracy's ass. Gently probing the finger sized butt toy Tracy had bought on her secret shopping trip inside her, I whispered "OK?"
"Yes" she breathed.
I continued gently easing the toy in about two inches then began slowly drawing it in and out in a pumping action. Tracy groaned, flexed her fingers and whispered "Take me".
We'd agreed we'd only use condoms for birth control as we were monogamous and almost as a joke had taken STD tests (both negative) about six months in to our relationship. So it was then that I guided the thick uncovered head of my rock hard cock against Tracy's snug hole. I placed my hands on her cheeks and using my thumbs eased her slightly open. I gently pushed forward slowly easing myself in, stopping every half inch or so. Tracy told me to fuck her slowly which is what I did until little by little I was balls deep in my fiance's ass.
Tracy was gripping and ungripping her hands, whispering "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass" like a mantra.
I've always loved that musky smell that rises from a woman's ass during doggy or anal. It's not an offensive smell like feces or a fart, but an earthy, base aroma that can only come from one place and is as animalistic as it is a turn on.
"You OK?"
"Yeah, fuck yeah."
Subconsciously I had quickened and deepened my thrusts and Tracy had begun slowly wiggling her stuffed ass side to side. Inevitably trapped air started to produce anal queefing. Tracy had been completely embarrassed when this happened for the first time, the second time we had done anal. I dug it. To me it was total. I'm fucking a woman in her ass. Her ass is making noises. We're both still horny as hell and don't care.
"Cum in your ass?"
"Yeah, I want it inside remember?"
"Harder?"
"Yeah, do it"
We were good in bed together and I hated the idea of hurting a woman, any woman physically during sex. Pain could be different. Consensual pain like a nipple bite was hot. Hurting was not.
I moved into a crouching position and bore down more, pulling Tracy's gyrating hips into me. She was classically biting the pillow now as my cock and her rectum slid like well oiled machinery, it's lubricant spilling out dribbling down my balls and her inner thighs.
