Hello! This is my first attempt at writing a story for the public at large. It depicts a sex scene between a wife and husband. There's some oral, fingering, dirty talking, light humiliation, and their first time dipping into any kind of anal play together. There isn't much lead in to this story, it's short and mostly focused on the sex itself. It's first person, told from the husband's perspective. I hope you enjoy!
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I love anal. I love anal sex, I love teasing with my fingers, I love the idea of anilingus, it's all always been incredibly sexy to me. My wife, however, has been far less enthusiastic. Her ex was a piece of shit, and when they tried anal together for the first time, he was too rough and they didn't use enough lube. It's an honest enough mistake to make for your first time, but the fact that she hated it tells me that he wasn't considerate enough of her experience to ensure it was pleasurable. It was traumatizing enough that my wife swore off any anal play forevermore.
But, my relationship with my wife is vastly different than that of her exes. I make a point to check on her; to make sure she's comfortable and satisfied and happy. I deliberately learned her, her body, and her desires. Nothing turns me on so much as turning my wife on. And so, when my wife brought up the topic of anal play, I listened. I listened when she told me she didn't like it before. I listened to the reasons she didn't previously find it enjoyable. And I listened when she told me she's been curious to try again. And so, I considered. And I waited for the right time.
One evening, after the household had been wound down, we took turns showering. We both knew we were going to have sex, the day had been filled with subtle glances and not so subtle grabs, so I showered first and then excitedly laid out on our bed while she took her turn in the steamy waters.
That beautiful woman, keeper of my heart and soul, my reason for being, decided to take her sweet, sweet time. Knowing full well that I was laying there and waiting for her, she took her time in the shower, humming along to a melody playing in her head. She took her time drying off, under the guise of being extra diligent. She took her time applying her lotions, continuing to hum along and feign nonchalance. All while I laid in bed, impatiently waiting for her to join me.
She does this sometimes. She loves to tease. Admittedly, I love it too, but I especially love getting my revenge.
Finally, she finished and came to bed, giving me a coy expression and saying innocently "oh, were you waiting on little old me?" And that was when I pounced. I grabbed her by her shoulders and rolled her down onto the bed. Suddenly on her back, she laughed playfully before that joyous sound was cut off by my hungry mouth. I kissed her deeply, making sure she felt my longing, before breaking the kiss and moving down her body.
My lips found her breasts and teased each of her nipples in turn. My tongue took her rapidly hardening flesh and gruffly smashed it against the roof of my mouth in a hard suckle, causing her to let loose a dreamy, moaning yelp. She likes when I'm rough with her breasts, and I'm all too happy to oblige.
As my tongue worked her tits, my hand drifted down. I traced the soft skin of her belly down and down and down, following her familiar curves and hills. A path I've traveled countless times. My hand found her pussy lips and I gingerly played. My touch was delicate and light, sharply in contrast with my tongues affect. I gathered her growing wetness between my fingers and savored the slick feel as I rubbed my fingers together.
But all of this was preamble. I needed to taste her. I have such an intense drive to lap at her delicate lips with my tongue that it's borderline obsession. My detour to her breasts ended and my kissing path downward resumed. As I moved, I talked. I talked about her body. About the things I adore about it. I kissed and told her how I love the alluring softness of her belly. I lightly sucked and told her how I love the feminine swell of her hips. I gingerly bit and talked about how I love her luxuriously thick thighs.
As I kissed and talked and gushed, she became more and more restless. The impending pleasure promised by my repositioning made her squirm on the bed. Her breathing became louder as the expectation rose. Eventually I found myself positioned between her thighs. She laid back with her head resting on a pillow, looking down the length of her perfect body, down the path I had kissed, to see my head posed between her legs. I looked up at her, into her beautiful green eyes, and kissed her thigh one more time before moving to her hot center.
I kissed gingerly around her pussy. My lips traced a circle around the area she wanted attention on the most. But each kiss was deeper. Each time I parted my lips more and allowed more of my tongue to slide out, tasing the soft sensitive flesh around her slit. Eventually I came to her clit and she sighed in relief when my tongue gingerly slid along her button. I was gentle, I was slow, I was delicate.
Until she grew needy. Until her body was pleading. I increased my intensity, my tongues movement and aggression matching her body's desperation. I suckled on her clit, pulling it from its hood and into my mouth to attack it with the tip of my tongue, moving about in small, rapid circles. It was exactly what she wanted. Exactly what she needed. Her body began to tense and her breathing quieted as an orgasm started to build. And just before she reached the breaking point, I stopped.
She had teased me, after all.
I slid back over to her inner thigh and kissed her there, looking up into her eyes with a mischievous smile. And she pleaded, "please, please, please" in a breathy, needy whisper while her orgasm died out in the open air.
"That's for being a tease" I stated smugly.
Satisfied, I returned my attention to her throbbing clit. I started measured again, and gradually increased the intensity. The pressure. I listened to her body's cues and the ragged sounds of her breathing to know how to adjust my tempo. I only paused my work a few times to dip down and thrust my tongue as deep into her soaking hole as I could, gathering her delicious wetness on my tongue as a reward for my work of worship. Each time I returned quickly to avoid interrupting the rhythm, the cadence her body was setting.
And once again the rising waves of her orgasm gathered. Her legs tensed even harder than before. Her feet flexed and her hands clenched the soft sheets and her breathing paused as the whole world seemed to stop at the building force of this orgasm. She was teetering on the edge, about to plunge in.
