11 comments/ 90313 views/ 38 favorites It's Not an Affair If It's Anal Ch. 01 By: Hidden_Curiosity "Have you done anal?" My heart stopped. This was my sister, asking me an intimate question in such a nonchalant way. We were killing time. We were meeting for a double date. Her husband and I were coming from our jobs directly. Heather and my wife were dropping off kids at the baby sitters. I had arrived first, always looking for an excuse to leave work early and was sitting at the bar. I was halfway through my second beer when she sat down. "John's stuck in traffic," she announced. I let her know my wife had texted me, saying she would be a little late because our littlest one was throwing a fit. We were exchanging pleasantries for about 10 minutes before she asked the anal question. "Well?" she asked. "Well ... " I delayed. "Why do you ask?" "Because I'm curious. John isn't interested in trying and I was wondering if you guys had." My wife's ass was perfect for anal. I'm obsessed with it; easily my favorite part of her body. I practically beg for it. I lick and kiss her ass during foreplay, hoping that she would say yes. She loves my tongue and she even loves my finger penetrating her while giving her oral or while she masturbates. But sticking my penis in? She says it's too big. I say it's just perfect. I can imagine the feeling of my head penetrating and popping through as her muscles contract on my shaft; the sensation as I slowly push deeper; the look of amazement and discomfort on her face. And then pulling out and doing it all over again. God, I want to fuck her ass. Slow, fast. In, out. I'm desperate for it. I want to feel her flesh engulfing me. I want to explode my pleasure deep inside her bowels. "Why isn't he interested?" I ask, much more calmly than I feel. My heart is beating fast now. My face must be flush with discomfort. Or is it excitement? I have fleeting images of Heather coming into my mind, bending her over right here, right now. I see myself lifting her skirt to discover no panties. Kneeling behind her to give a long lick up her crack and then circle her ass with my tongue. Hearing her moan as she anticipates what's to come. "He thinks it's dirty," she responds, as if this is the most normal conversation ever. "Our sex life is pretty vanilla. Sometimes I think I would be happy with a different position. But lately I can't stop thinking about anal." She looks around conspiratorially. "As I was in the shower getting ready for our date, I used my brush handle." She perks up proudly, "I got almost 3 inches in this time." I surreptitiously looked at the front of my pants, expecting to see a wet spot. My erection was raging; painfully try to escape its confines. I married the wrong sister. People have exclaimed about how obvious it was that they were related, but in my mind, they looked nothing alike. My wife was shorter with a perfectly rounded ass and curves in all the right places. Birth giving hips, as proven by our plethora of children. Large breasts that hung with a statement they were real. She had luscious lips and curly auburn hair. Heather, on the other hand, was a bean pole. She had a flat chest and flat ass. Her hair was long, straight and jet black. Her lips were thin and cold. And she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I leaned in and kissed her. Our lips mashed together, tentatively at first, our tongues slowly starting to explore each other. I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands. Scrunching up her skirt and reaching for her skin. Still no panties ... "Cat got your tongue?" Her words jarred me out of my fantasy. "Yeah, sorry. It's just an unusual conversation." I stuttered. She smiled big at me. "So ...?" She encouraged. "Um, no." I finally said, resolving to be honest and see where this conversation ended up. "We've never had anal. I keep asking, but she'd rather not. I've licked and fingered her bottom, though ..., " electing to use a tamer version of ass. Heather's eyes perked up, "You've licked her ass?" So much for tamer. "Yeah. I love it. She loves it." I said as if it was no big deal. "I could spend the rest my life with my face buried there." I continued wistfully. "God, I want my ass licked," she bemoaned. She looked at me with pleading eyes. "Heather ... " I began, trying to choose my words carefully. "Listen." She cut me off. "I want this. I know you are sexually adventurous and I know this excites you. I can see it from here." "Heather ... " I had no control in this conversation. I wanted what she wanted. I didn't want what she wanted. My mind was conflicted, contrary to how my body was responding. "It's not an affair if it's anal. Is it? Besides, I don't want to do this with someone I don't know. You're safe for me and I'm safe for you." Now that it was out there, she was gaining momentum with her speech. "I want to have this experience. Let's try it one time and see what happens. I might hate it. But I want it really bad and I'm not getting it. You want it really bad and you're not getting it. It makes perfect sense." She concluded her argument and had a satisfied look on her face. Like she already was getting what she wanted. It did make perfect sense. "Hey Guys!!" my wife called out, "Sorry, I'm late." My wife! My eyes got big, as if she caught my hand in the cookie jar. She leaned in for a kiss, her hand brushing my hard-on. "What's this?" She whispered, "excited for our date?" It's Not an Affair If It's Anal Ch. 02 Her lips felt incredible as they wrapped around my cock. Her tongue reached out and I felt sensations I'd never felt before. Her hand cupped my balls and alternated between scratching and squeezing. I was overwhelmed with pleasure. My body naturally started thrusting for more. I imagined Heather's long black hair flowing over her head and brushing over my body. I moved some strands so I could see her tight mouth bulging with my manhood. I grabbed her head as I thrust harder and harder anticipating my moment of release. SLAP! My thigh flared with pain. My reverie was broken. My eyes shot open to see my wife staring daggers at me. Fuck. I released her head and my penis flung from her mouth as she sat up. "What the hell!?" she exclaimed. "Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... " I pleaded, reaching out for her even after she pushed me away. She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. Stopping halfway there and turned toward me, "What has gotten into you?" She stared at me a moment longer, daring me to answer, then stomped off the rest of the way. The bathroom door closed harder than normal. What has gotten into me? Your sister, I wanted to say. It had been nearly two months since her sister, Heather, had suggested we have anal sex and I couldn't get her out of my mind. Every sexual thought revolved around Heather's face. Every fantasy involved Heather's body. My lust only grew and was taken out on my wife. In fact, it started that night of our double date. I was all over my wife for the rest of the evening; grabbing, pinching, rubbing. I was hornier than normal and threw her on the bed when we finally got home. I wanted her ass. I rolled her on her stomach and pulled up her dress. I pulled her g-string out of the crack and buried my face, her round globes embracing me. She squeezed, knowing how obsessed I was. I held myself there, pushing hard until I couldn't breathe. I eased up, just enough to inhale her musky odor; that perfect smell of a woman that hasn't just showered. I dove in again, pulling her cheeks wider. Licking and kissing. My tongue swirled her rim and then penetrated as far as it could. She gasped and pushed back towards me. She loved it when I played with her ass. I continued my licking and penetrating with my tongue, sometimes stretching down to her pussy, teasing her briefly, but tonight it was about her ass. Nothing was going to stop me from getting it. I worked my pants and underwear off to free my raging hard on. I rubbed myself on the sheets as I was absorbed in concentration on her butt. I reached up my fingers and slowly started working my middle finger into her hole while alternating with my tongue. By now it was so wet with saliva I had it buried as far is it would go past the second knuckle. She kept squirming around and I whispered to her to play with herself. I pulled out my finger and lined up my pointer side by side and started to push. It was so tight. I imagined my penis there instead. I got up on my knees and pulled her ass into the air; I was going to take her from behind. She spread her legs to accommodate me and I slid easily into her pussy. She moaned in pleasure, but my only thought was to lubricate my cock for the other hole. I pushed in a couple more times then pulled out and lined up with her ass. She dazedly asked me what I was doing. "I'm going to fuck your ass," I replied lustfully. "No your not!" she said, much more alert now. I grabbed her hips and pushed harder, but she rolled away. "What are you doing?!" she accused. My sexual hunger was starting to dissipate. "I, uh .. " I stammered. "I can't trust you when you're like this." She stood up and pulled her dress back down. "We were having such a nice evening, why are you ruining it?" Disheartened, I hung my head as she walked away. And that's how it's been since then. Tonight's blowjob was the most recent of sexual moments that had gotten out of hand. It had taken three weeks since the last debacle for my wife to even want to be intimate. Then my lust got the better of me, clouding my thoughts; fueling my desire ... leaving me unsatisfied. A blow job! She was giving me a blow job. Boy did I mess up ... again. She came back to bed wearing her don't-touch-me flannel pajamas. She crawled in, turned off the lamp and lay down away from me, making it clear the night was over. My posture was defeated. I stood and grabbed my phone and went to into the bathroom, once again relegated to masturbate to some mobile porn. I needed an orgasm. I got on Facebook and looked at pictures of Heather. The more I lusted after her, the more beautiful she was. I searched the internet for "flat chested anal" and scrolled through the thumbnails looking for anyone that looked like Heather. I tapped on one video that caught my eye. It started out with a woman on her bed, playing with a vibrator. I thought about how I would love to see Heather naked and what we could do. We had talked about anal, but what about kissing, or sucking on her nipple? I bet her nipples were sensitive, to make up for lack of volume. At least I imagined it that way. I stroked my cock slowly, letting the orgasm build back up. The video showed a man walking onto screen and the woman dutifully took his cock into her mouth. I wondered if oral would be OK with Heather. She did say she wanted her ass licked. I imagined us in the sixty-nine position, her mouth able to take my size surprisingly well. She thrust her pussy into my face with the same rhythm she sucked my cock, my tongue trying to reach every square inch. I propped the phone up and stroked my penis faster. My free hand started to pinch my nipple. On the video the man was behind the woman now, fucking her from the side. My thoughts flickered between me sucking on Heather's nipple to sucking her clit to seeing her bent over, her head turned and eyes begging me to fuck her ass. I exploded. This orgasm felt wonderful; that instant of clarity that everything in the world is perfect. I immediately felt shame. As I was cleaning up, wallowing in my post-orgasm guilt, I thought about what's become of my life. Lately I've been very introspective in these moments. Boiled down to simplicity, I was unsatisfied; sexually. I wanted anal. Heather was offering it to me. I didn't want to cheat on my wife; I loved her, but lust was taking over my mind. Heather was unsatisfied, too. Her solution was to seek me out. What had she said? "It's not an affair if it's anal" and that I was safe. Safe. What does that mean? It means that we could be there for each other without any worries. I trusted her and she trusted me. We could satisfy each others sexual wantons. I looked at my phone, now back in my hand. I should text her I thought. Let her know she's invaded my fantasies. Let her know I want something to happen. No, I reprimanded myself. I should send a note to my wife, apologizing and try to explain what's going on. My wife was perfect in every way, but why was it sex that overwhelmed my thoughts. My own wife wasn't meeting my needs. Was I supposed to set aside my desire for her; my obsession with her ass? It was hers I wanted! I wanted to experience it with her! She didn't understand that. Heather understood, and offered me a solution. I stared at my phone for a bit longer, mentally arguing with myself. Making a decision, I typed "We need to talk," and hit send. It's Not an Affair If It's Anal Ch. 03-04 ________ Chapter 3: His fantasy becomes reality. ________ "So that's what's been goin' on," I finished. My wife sat there, no discernable expression on her face. I began to fidget as she remained silent. I wanted to add more. I wanted to justify my actions; to beg for forgiveness; to demand satisfaction. But the silence built. I had said enough, now it was time to wait ... whatever may come. When I had gotten back to bed my wife was already asleep or at least pretending to be. I lay awake for a long time before drifting off myself. Did I do the right thing? Should I have sent the text? I guess I would find out soon enough. Something had to change; I couldn't go on like this anymore. When I woke up, I heard the shower going. It was unusual because it was the weekend, but considering how last night ended, I wasn't surprised. I went into the bathroom to relieve myself, then sat on the counter and watched her. Our shower was recessed and open. There were no curtains or doors to get in the way of the perfect view. She did her best to pretend I wasn't there, certainly still upset about last night, but after awhile she started to exaggerate her washing a bit more. She knew I liked to watch her. She made a show of lathering up her breasts, slowly soaping them up, lightly brushing her nipples, making them hard. She bent over away from me as she washed her legs, giving me an unhindered view of her ass and the water dripping from her pussy lips. She stood and started rubbing her butt cheeks, jiggling them up and down and to the side. Then she rubbed her soapy hand down the middle and bent over again. I was peripherally aware of her eyes boring into mine as I watched her hand move up and down her crack. Her fingers began to linger on the rim of her ass, circling and circling, then finally her middle finger penetrating into her hole. She stroked in and out a few times, a slight moan escaping her lips, and then she abruptly stood up. "That's how I felt last night," she smirked, "Unsatisfied." "You're killing me," I responded, the tip of my raging hard try to find freedom and release. She finished rinsing off and stepped out of the shower, her towel in hand. I hopped off of the counter and stepped towards her, wrapping my arms around her and rubbing my hard-on against her hip. She squirmed away from me and held out her hand to stop me from grabbing her again, "You wanted to talk?" Her raised eyebrows bringing me back to reality. "Um, yes. Do you want some coffee?" I needed a moment to gather my thoughts, what was I going to say? So there we sat, our coffees growing cold. In the silence of our room, I could hear the muffled sound of our kids going through their morning routines. I had laid it all out on the line. Explaining where my head has been since her sister and I had first talked. I told her plainly that I was filled with lust. I was desperate to have anal sex. In those moments of our sexual intimacy, I wasn't thinking clearly, roughly trying to take what I wanted. I told her what her sister had offered, committed to honesty, no matter what the consequences. I told her I had fantasized and masturbated to thoughts of her sister. I told her I was tempted to follow through with it. Right or wrong, I told her everything. And she was saying nothing. Seconds dragged to minutes. 3 minutes. 8 minutes. I watched the clock, now the sole focus of my attention, steadfastly waiting on my wife. After a few more minutes she stood up, the movement seeming sudden and abrupt. "Stand up," she said. "Wha ...?" I tried to respond, confused. "Stand up!" she cut me off sternly and I quickly did as she demanded. She walked over to me and kneeled, pulling my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. With my eyes wide with surprise, she grabbed my now stirring penis with her hand and lowered her mouth engulfing everything, even sucking on one of my balls. Her eyes looked up and me, lustfully working her mouth around every inch of my cock. It quickly responding to her and grew, forcing her to pull back as she tried not to choke. This was so different from last night. She reached down and spread my legs further as she pulled the clothing off my feet. She cupped my testicles with one hand and grabbed my rod with the other, continuing to suck on the head of my penis. Her mouth was now barely able to get half way down the shaft. She would hungrily alternate between sucking the head, licking my pole, and biting my sack. Her hand scratched and cupped my balls, her fingers reaching out and rubbing for my asshole. The veins on my cock bulged, proof of how much I was raging. I gently grabbed her head, lightly encouraging her to take more, all too aware of how she responded the night before. She shoved her mouth deeper, slurping and choking on my cock. She eased back then shoved down again desperate to take as much of my rod into her mouth, but still falling inches short of the entire length. The sensations were incredible. She had never been this aggressive with a blow job before, always dainty and hesitant. Now her eyes were glazed with hunger and lust as she repeatedly tried to swallow my cock. Saliva dripped from her lips as devoured my penis. Her finger pressed against my ass in a rhythm that matched her bobbing up and down. I couldn't take anymore. I didn't know what overcame her, but I was going to explode. "Baby, I'm gonna go," I warned. She pressed her mouth in harder, her lips creating a perfect seal on my shaft. "Baby ...," I tried again, but my balls tightened up and her finger penetrated my ass. I came hard, thrusting into her mouth as she choked down my cum. Her finger rubbed in and out of my anus as she continued to swallow everything she could, my cock pulsing in repeated release. I looked down at her, our eyes locking on to each other. My ass regretfully released her finger as she pulled it out, her mouth continued to milk every last drop from my shrinking penis. She sensually stood up, her eyes never breaking contact with mine. Then she closed them and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed back hard, tasting my cum and enjoying the intimate moment. Our tongues danced with each other, exploring the others mouth. I licked down to her chin, where remnants of my seed dripped and sucked it clean. I kissed her again, the sticky substance lingering between our tongues. The moment was dying down and we gently kissed each other a few more times. She pulled away, looking me in the eyes, her face glowed with satisfaction, "So you want to fuck my sister, huh?" Shit. "Noooooo," I said cautiously. "Well, you want to fuck her ass," she quipped back. "No, I want to fuck your ass," I emphasized, puzzled by what she was saying. "If I let you fuck my ass, who will fuck hers?" she asked, matter-of-factly. And with that, she walked out of the bedroom, leaving me half naked to clean up any mess. Needless to say, I was confused, but was given no indication of her thoughts or meanings. I was left in wonderment by what had happened and what she had said. The rest of the morning went on like nothing occurred, but that afternoon my heart dropped when Heather showed up. My wife's sister had a look of concern and worry as she stole glances at me while my wife welcomed her in. They soon disappeared into the back room and I didn't see them again until hours later. When they emerged, Heather's eyes were red, but she was smiling, and left without even saying goodbye. I looked to my wife, but she just smiled in return. I wasn't going to make a big deal out of anything. I had done what I needed to and told the truth. Something was going on, but what could I do about it? Maybe my wife just wanted Heather to know that she knew and everything was OK. Or maybe there was something more. With nothing but a quick kiss before bed, my wife left me to my own curiosity as I drifted off to sleep. The next day everything continued the same. My wife was normal, the kids were normal, the day was normal. In fact, the only thing that seemed abnormal were my own thoughts. As early evening rolled around, I had just gotten to the point of not thinking about it anymore when my wife surprised me. "What do you think about dressing up nice for tonight?" she asked. "Sure," I responded hesitantly, "What about the kids on such short notice?" "I've already made plans. Why don't you get ready?" Confused, once again, I resolved to go with the flow. I was the one that had been messing things up these past few months. I was the one who told her everything that had been going on with my infidelity, if only in my thoughts. I was the one that needed to defer to her at this time. So I got dressed up. I showered, shaved and trimmed. I got out my nice suit and put on her favorite cologne. I felt good and looked good, but as usual, I was ready to go well before she was. She still had her frumpy clothes on. "When are we leaving?" I asked. "Leaving?" she grinned. And if on queue the door bell rang. "Stay here," she said as she looked me over, "You look great." My wife came back to our bedroom with Heather in tow wearing a sheer black dress. With no curves to fill it out, the dress hung straight from the straps on her shoulders. She was so slender, that you could barely see the slight bump of her breasts and the little flare of her hips. She was wearing a shoulder covering and carrying a matching handbag. She was stunning. My wife stood between us and grabbed both of our hands. "Ok. Heather already knows the ground rules. You can do whatever you want with her except anything involving her pussy." My heart fluttered and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Continuing on, my wife turned to me and said, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you sharing with me yesterday. That blow job can only begin to express it. I am not ready to let you fuck my ass yet, but I can tell this is beyond a simple want for you. After talking with Heather, I knew what the right thing to do was. You guys need each other right now." She stepped in close and kissed me passionately. "What kind of loving wife would I be if I didn't satisfy your needs?" She offered a final smirk, "Besides, it's not an affair if it's anal ..." She kissed me again, hugged Heather, and said, "I'll be gone with the kids for 2 hours. You might want to set an alarm." And then she stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. I looked at Heather, and we shared the same look of uncertainty, confusion and excitement. ________ Chapter 4: Reality is better than fantasy. ________ For the first few minutes we fidgeted nervously; small talk felt out of place. We were lost in our own thoughts and anticipation, thinking about what was to come. The very thing we both wanted was almost a reality. We timidly entered the room more fully. Thoughts of uncertainty crossed my mind. Was this a test? Was this a gift? My wife was an amazing woman, but also a hard woman. The reason I decided to tell her the truth in the first place was that she was worth more than deception and secrecy. Love was more important than lust. This response was nothing I could have predicted. Was this her expression of love to me? To us? I took off my jacket and sat on the edge of the bed. Heather put her handbag and shawl on the desk. She looked intently at me. The moment was here. Who was going to make the first move? Are we doing the right thing? Does she really want this? She walked towards me and stopped about three feet away. She brushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders; it momentarily hung in place by her arms then dropped to the floor. She was naked. Heather, my sister, was now standing in front of me, naked in my own bedroom. I just stared, soaking in every inch of her nakedness. My eyes darted from her long straight hair to her nipples, which were growing erect. Her breasts were more defined now that I could see them, but so small. I admired the patch of freckles on her collar contrasted by the lightness of her skin. I was amazed at her defined rib cage. I could see her cesarean scar accentuating her narrow hips. I looked from her bony knees to the thick patch of hair around her nether region. I wondered what her pussy looked like. My cock stirred as I absorbed her beauty. I was struck by how different from my wife she was, but being here, right now with her, there was no one I desired more. My staring must have made here uncomfortable, because she started to cover her chest and crotch, "They are too small aren't they," she said disappointedly. I reached out for her and drew her close. Her protruding nipple was level with my mouth, sticking out further than any nipple I had ever seen. "They are perfect," I said, as I wrapped my lips around it. She moaned instantly. The sexual tension broke and all inhibitions were gone. I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her tight into me, as I buried my face into her chest. She grabbed my head, pushing it hard onto her breast. Her nipples were long and hard and rigid. I sucked and nipped and bit as her moans increased. I brought my hand up to her other nipple and started pinching and pulling. She gasped and shuddered. "Oh god," she cried. My mouth switched nipples, biting and sucking as I changed hands to pinch and twist the other. She pushed my head harder into her, smothering her breast into my face. Her body sank as she straddled my leg. She started rubbing her pussy on my thigh and I could feel the wetness soaking through pant leg. It seemed I couldn't bite or pinch hard enough. My pent up passion and lust for her was released on her nipples. My aggression built up. The more she moaned, the harder I bit. The louder she squealed, the tighter I pinched. "Harder," she yelled and I obeyed. How hard was too hard, became a distant thought, because riding the wave of this moment was all that mattered. My mouth went from one nipple to the other, then back again, and my hands were mauling her body. Her nipples and chest were bright red. Her head was tilted back as she moaned constantly. My leg pressed in time with her thrusts, pushing back into her as we frantically increased our pace. My neck ached from the constant pressure of her hands as she pulled me towards her. My face was smeared with my own saliva as I devoured her nipples; back and forth. Then suddenly she went rigid; arching her back and letting out a sound that only be described as a guttural squeal. I stopped everything and lightly blew on her nipples as she climaxed. Her body convulsed briefly then stiffened again. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as if trying to maintain some control over herself. And then it was over. She sank into me, and embraced me, as she laid her head on my shoulder. "That was amazing," she cooed. "My nipples hurt so much right now." "Are you OK?" I asked, suddenly worried. "I'm in heaven," she said, "I love being rough. It's been a long time since I've had such an intense orgasm." "Did we break the rules?" I asked, inferring her rubbing on my leg. She leaned back and we both looked at the wet spot on my thigh. My slacks were soaked with her juices. "Ummmmm ...," she responded hesitantly, then with finality, she said, "No." She stood up and stepped back. "You still have your clothes on," she lamented. "Well, you attacked me," I replied, "I barely had time to brace myself." I stood and started unbuttoning my shirt. "If I recall," she countered, "You grabbed me." She reached for my pants to help hurry the process. Once down to my underwear she backed up and waited expectantly. I suddenly felt self-conscious, but it passed quickly, and I pulled them off with a flourish. My hard-on bounced free, bobbing as if the head was searching for its next victim. She stared. I knew I was larger than average, but jokingly covered myself, "It's too small, isn't it?" She looked up at me and rolled her eyes, "I've seen bigger." Then she kneeled down and reverently said, "But I've never touched one this big." Her dainty hands wrapped around my shaft and gently stroked. I sat back down on the bed. She leaned in and licked the pre-cum off the tip and kissed the head. She opened her mouth to suck in more, but between my size and her tiny mouth her teeth grated against the glans of my penis. I stopped her and gently pushed her head back. She looked at me questioningly. "Let's not do that," I said delicately. "I've never given a good blow job," she said solemnly. I felt bad. I pulled her up and looked her in the eyes, "That's not what we want to do anyway." She giggled and practically skipped over to her purse. She pulled something out and came back over. She handed me and odd shaped, black rubber object and then opened a bottle of lubricant. "Do you know what that is?" she asked as she put lubricant on her hands and began stroking my cock. I was stumped. It looked sexual in nature, but not like any dildo or vibrator I had seen. "That is an anal plug," she said, answering herself. "This is pretty big." I said, slightly shocked, enjoying the sensation of her hands. "I know. But every since we talked I have been fantasying about your cock in my ass." She kept lubricating me, her hands twisting up and down, stopping periodically to squeeze out more lube. "And I knew you were pretty big. I wanted to be ready for you." She reached behind her and lubricated her hole then crawled up on the bed. "How do you want to take me?" she said, looking over her shoulder and shaking her ass slightly. I followed her onto the bed and manhandled her onto her back, "I want to look at your face." I leaned through her legs and kissed her, our first kiss. It was intimate and sensual, neither of us being overly aggressive. Our tongues barely involved as we kissed. Each of us was saying thank you for what we were about to experience. I kneeled upright and she positioned a pillow under her. "You are about to take my anal virginity," she said proudly. "You are my first time, too," I reminder her. Then I reached down and lined my cock up with her ass, rubbing it around, zeroing in on her hole. I gently pushed forward, watching the look on her face. She intently stared back in return. I thrust slowly; centered on her anus, pushing harder each time. When the head of my cock finally penetrated, her face winced, and I came. It was instantaneous. The buildup of everything so far; her stroking my cock, preparing me; this fantasy becoming reality; the penetration; the look on her face, was more than I could handle. I was embarrassed when the moment was gone. I looked at her, anxious of her reaction. "Don't stop," she encouraged and pushed her bottom into me, my cock sinking deeper. Slightly surprised, I realized I was still rock hard. Her ass was looser than I had imagined, but it was still tight and engulfing. I pushed in slowly with a long stroke. I could feel her body adjusting to me and her face reflected an odd combination of ache and discomfort, joy and pleasure. I pushed until I couldn't push further. "God," she groaned, as I stopped enjoying the sensation of my cock in her ass, "You are so deep." I pulled back slowly then pushed in again. When I bottomed out she grunted, "Yes!" In and out I pushed, increasing speed and power each time. Grabbing the sheets, she cried out every time I pushed deep. "Fuck!" "Yes!" "Shit!" "Harder!" "Please!" "Fuck!" I fucked harder, the building sensation was incredible. Her face was contorted with bliss and pain, my face was filled with desperate determination. Our bodies slapped together, her arousal filled the air, the froth of my cum seeping out of her ass. Her cries dissolved into barely discernable shouts and her eyes were rolled into the back of her head. "I'm going to cum," I groaned, feeling on the verge of an eruption. It's Not an Affair If It's Anal Ch. 03-04 She brought her hand to her clitoris and quickly rubbed, bringing herself off the rest of the way. "GO BABY GO!!" she cried. I came again, silently releasing my pleasure. She came again, hoarsely screaming for god. I collapsed on top of her, my cock quickly deflating and sliding out of her ass. She wrapped her arms around me. A sheen of sweat covered us both as we lay there panting. "That," she whispered, "was incredible," then seemed to drift off to sleep. I rolled off of her, enjoying the after glow of the moment. How would we top that? We were each others first experience with anal sex. My lust was satiated. After a few minutes my heart stopped. I looked at the clock. Shit. My wife said we had two hours and our time was gone. I nudged her awake and said we needed to get dressed. I put on some sweats and an old shirt and she grabbed something from my wife's closet, it didn't make sense to put the dress back on. We relived the moment. Each telling our thoughts and excitement of what we had shared. She bemoaned that I never licked her ass, but we both acknowledged that sex is what we really wanted. I silently thought, next time, but uncertain if there would be one. We were cuddling against the head board, when my wife walked in and we stiffened up nervously. "Relax," my wife said, "It's not like I don't know what happened." She scanned the room, we had tried to clean up the best we could, but it wasn't perfect. The look on my wife's face didn't reveal any of her thoughts. Heather stood up and brazenly kissed me, my wife only a few feet away. "Thank you," she said. Then she hugged my surprised wife, "And thank you." With a final look at me, she gathered her things and left. "Well ...?" my wife asked expectantly. "Well what?" I innocently responded. "Was it what you wanted?" "Yes and then some," I said honestly. "More incredible than I expected. Thank you for that. How are you?" She sat down next to me on the bed and leaned in. I put my arm around her. "I have mixed emotions about it," she stated, "But I am more OK than not." I didn't know how to respond so just sat with her silently. "Are you going to want to fuck her again?" my wife asked after awhile. "I'd rather fuck you," I squeezed her and kissed the top of her head. "I was thinking ..." she began, looking up at me, "I'll let you fuck my ass, if I can fuck yours."