The kitchen timer rang, and I set my book down. I walked to the kitchen, feeling the plug in my ass shift with each step. My dick stiffened just slightly as I enjoyed the sensation, straining against the thin material of my thong. I turned off the timer, put some oven mitts on, and grabbed the lasagna out of the oven. I had just set it down on top of the stove when I heard the front door open.
"I'm home, babe!" Tracy shouted from the front door.
In a few strides, Tracy crossed our small living room and entered the kitchen. She ran up behind me and pressed her body into my back eagerly. I felt the gentle pinch of her teeth on my neck, and a curious hand traveled from the back of my right thigh to my butt cheek... and then to the space between. Tracy's fingers found the buttplug quickly, and she gently pushed, sliding the plug in all the way down to the base. I moaned and leaned into her, tilting my neck back for a kiss. She gave me one - deep, wet, urgent. Then she broke away.
"I missed you," I said.
"I missed you too," she crooned, nibbling my neck again.
"How was work?"
"The usual," she sighed. I could almost hear the sound of her eyes rolling. "Lasagna for dinner, I see," she said, changing the subject. "That's good. It'll still be good when we reheat it later."
Tracy slapped my ass and stepped away, smiling hungrily. I knew what that smile meant. My stomach fluttered in anticipation of the evening ahead, and my dick stiffened. My asshole contracted along with it, tightening around the glass plug in a familiar tug-of-war.
"I'm going to go shower," Tracy said. "Make yourself loose for me."
She winked and turned to walk away. Her hips swayed maddeningly, and her rounded, perfectly sculpted ass hypnotized me as it rocked back and forth. I'm an ass man - I'm not sure what it is, but I just love asses. And assholes. Hers, mine... I didn't look away from Tracy's until she passed out of my sight.
Then, I prepared for my 'loosening up' ritual. I fetched my bong from our room, along with a wooden cigar box. I set the bong up on our patio table and loaded the bowl with my latest favorite sex strain, something that never failed to leave me feeling relaxed, loose, and horny. Perfect for the night's purposes. I took a long, milk-white hit from the bong and held it in, giving it time to absorb into my lungs. My asshole loosened just slightly, as usual. I scooted over to the edge of my chair so that I was only sitting on my right butt cheek. I pulled my jeans down to my thighs and pushed my thong to the side, exposing my plugged hole to the evening air.
Something about being naked outside always felt deliciously naughty, even though our neighbors were too far away to see through the trees. I inhaled again, at the same time pulling gently on the plug. It was a little tight on the way out, but it slid back in effortlessly. I sighed eagerly. I sat outside for a few more minutes, gently playing with the glass between my legs as I finished off the bowl.
I pulled my pants back on and went inside, upstairs to our bedroom. I could hear the water running in the adjoining bathroom. Tracy was still in the shower. I shut the door and stripped naked, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. I climbed onto the bed on my hands and knees and then laid my head down, leaving my ass up in the air - a nice view for Tracy when she finished her shower.
The warm waves of the high washed through my body, and I felt heavy. I sank into the bed, feeling it conform to my body. It was unbelievably comfy. I closed my eyes, and I waited.
When I woke - no, I didn't quite fall asleep - there was a hand on me. It touched my right butt cheek first and then slid down, cupping my ass and then my inner thigh. The hand traveled back upward, this time in between my legs. A few fingers traced their way around the butt plug and then down to my taint. I shivered with pleasure as they gently caressed the sensitive skin there, and then they moved on to my balls. The hand stroked and massaged them gently, and then caressed my stiffening cock. I moaned quietly and pushed back onto the hand.
"Someone's eager today," Tracy teased.
"As always," I said.
Tracy laughed and slapped my ass.
"I'll always love that about you," she said. "Always ready for some fun."
The bed shifted as Tracy climbed on behind me. She slid her hand up my ass crack until she got to the glass plug, and then she pulled. The glass slid out effortlessly. I moaned as it left, leaving me relaxed and open. Tracy caressed the wet, slippery opening. It contracted involuntarily in surprise, but only for a moment. Then it opened again, and Tracy slid two of her fingers in.
"It's so hot, how loose you are," she breathed.
