5 comments/ 47526 views/ 8 favorites Strap on Surprise! By: Purplepumper The story of my life so far has been as unremarkable and commonplace as my married name - Smith. I'm the eldest of two daughters born to very happily married parents and had an idyllic childhood in Hampshire. I really wanted for nothing -- my sister and I could not have been more loved. After going to a so-called good school and completing my A-Levels, I trained as a legal secretary and began working for a firm of solicitors. Having had two relationships which lasted for a year each, I met my husband Brian while out with some friends on a hen night. After three years of dating and some arguments when I said I didn't want to change my name to his, I married him. Forced to relinquish the unusual surname I loved, I became boring, dull Julie Smith. Predictably we married in church and the first of our children arrived two years later; with the second being born within a year of his older sister. My husband's job dictated where we lived, and I don't think it ever occurred to him that this should be any different. From having a good, well paid job with the prospect of promotion, I went on to have a series of short lived, dead-end shifts in shops and offices to fit in with childcare. Finally when the children started education, I stood up to Brian and said I'd accommodated his career enough. I insisted we settle in one place and stay there so the kids would not have to keep moving schools, and I could also have a stable job that gave me some sense of self worth. After starting work part-time in a local gift shop, I soon got promoted to managing the place. I was happy. The early rows I had with my husband stopped, and I thought he was contented too. The kids had lots of friends, and did well at school. We had a nice house, and two cars. We had foreign holidays each year. At first, things were always good in the bedroom. Even if we'd had the most almighty bust up, once we went to bed everything was alright. True there was THAT sex act which my husband kept asking me to try -- but I found the idea of anything going into my back passage abhorrent. After I repeatedly told him that begging and pleading just isn't sexy, he seemed to accept that my butthole was out of bounds and stopped pestering me on a nightly basis for anal sex. So we rubbed along together. The first fire and sexual frisson we had had when we got married, slowly aged from a youthful three times a day, into a twice a week habit. Our variation was mundane. Missionary, reverse cowgirl or good old fashioned doggy style was the extent of our sexual repertoire, interspersed with lots of blow jobs and pussy licking. From doing it anywhere we could, we matured into liking it in comfort in our big double bed. There are hundreds of thousands of marriages that are the same I guess. Many people don't know anything different and are blissfully happy for fifty or sixty years. I suppose our union might have been the same if I hadn't had an unscheduled day off one Monday, when one of my staff asked me to swop shifts so she could go to a wedding at the weekend. Brian also had a day off and we'd planned to go out for lunch, but he got a call from his boss about a last minute emergency so off he went. I didn't really mind and enjoyed having the house to myself for once, and pottered around reading and watching daytime TV. As I watched a rerun of "The Golden Girls", it occurred to me that I hadn't checked my email for a few days. So I went upstairs and found my husband hadn't turned the computer off before he left. As I went into Facebook, I realised that he'd also forgotten to log out of his account in his haste to get to the office. We don't snoop or check on each other so I hastily pointed my mouse to the right of the screen to switch into my own page. As I did so a message popped up at the bottom of the screen. It said, "Hello sexy." From then on my life was never the same again. At first I wasn't particularly worried and thought it was probably a friend or colleague of Brian's just being flirtatious. But then something made me check his private messages. I felt ashamed and guilty as I clicked on the exchange with the author of "Hello sexy," but was unable to stop myself from reading on. I was transfixed by the text on the screen. After fifteen years of marriage I felt like I was spying on my husband. But I couldn't stop reading as it slowly dawned on me that a woman called Anne and her whispered filth had been subtly undermining my marriage for a few months. A feeling of dread spread over me as I realised my security and that of my children was at threat. As I read their discussions of that sex act I could never quite bring myself to try, I realised my husband was really quite obsessed with it as I read on and saw his complaints about my reluctance to try anal sex. Feeling my stomach roll over I went on to read their cybersex chats ..."bending you over the sink I slide down your panties to spread your cheeks and lube you up, then I slide my big hard cock up your nice tight little dirtbox and start pumping, twisting your nipples roughly as you squeal and moan" and in reply, ..."god I've started playing at the thought of your big, hard cock plundering my arse -- we have to meet you know." As I kept going I realised they'd been also sending each other naked pictures, getting off together using webcams and having phone sex on Thursday nights when I do my life drawing class. Tears poured down my face as I saw my husband's comments and compliments to Anne -- the foul language they had been using shocked me even though I don't consider myself to be a prude. She obviously did not have my inhibitions about walking around naked, and from what I could gather had been spreading it on cam so my husband could see inside her pussy and watch her masturbate with a dildo. The emotional infidelity was worse and I continued to cry as I saw how Brian had been confiding in Anne about me and our marriage. His disloyalty was even more of a betrayal than the secret friendship he'd had with her. At various times when they'd been chatting, he'd said "I'd be better off single" and "She holds me back" and "She never bothers with her appearance anymore." I went on to read about his frustration when I'd dug my heels in and refused to move house for the third time in five years, meaning that he couldn't accept a lucrative contract and realised I'd married a very ambitious but extremely selfish man. Finally I couldn't take any more of it in, and just made it to the bathroom where I was violently sick. Then as I sat in the kitchen with a much needed coffee, my tears subsided to fury. I knew that unless I took quick action, Brian probably would try anal sex and a lot of other things besides with the very liberal minded woman who had been sexually ensnaring him with her fantasies. And that she would be only too happy to let him. I pictured my husband tearing off Anne's panties and smearing Vaseline on her willing anus, before bending her over a table to slip his dick into her tight little pucker to bugger her long and hard. When I went back to the computer to switch it off I found some more messages from the sleazy bitch. She'd thought he was logging on at work -- and as I thought of how Brian had been risking his job I became even angrier. Sitting down I went back to the first messages they'd exchanged just under four months ago, and read them all the way through. As I read I learned that Anne's other half suffers from Multiple Sclerosis and began to see why she was putting herself out online, although I couldn't establish how she'd first made contact with Brian. Claiming she still "loved" her husband of thirty years, she'd found an outlet online talking dirty with my man. As I continued to read I found out that she had no intention of ever leaving her marriage, but guessed she simply wanted a fuck buddy to get the sex her partner could no longer give her. "Not with my guy!" I thought as I rang the mobile number Anne had thoughtfully provided him with. Using a mixture of threats and bluff, I warned her that I knew where she lived and worked, then said I'd print her messages to Brian off and send them to her husband if their correspondence and phone chats didn't stop. I then went on to say if she told Brian I'd contacted her, I'd also print their exchange off and send it to her boss. There was a short silence then she hung up without another word. Finally I deleted the messages she'd just sent to Brian on Facebook so he wouldn't know I'd seen them, and turned off the desktop. Then I had to run to the bathroom to be sick again, but as I retched I made a vow to myself that I would get through this one way or another. That night I was in physical and mental pain as I ate dinner with my family and wondered how I could ever trust Brian in the future. From what I'd learned, I knew he hadn't met Anne yet due to the distance between them. I also knew that they had been planning to hook up in a hotel and had been trying to figure out the logistics of this and what excuses they'd make to me and Anne's husband. I still felt as if he had already cheated me, even though he'd never touched the dirty slut. I've never opened up sexually about my marriage to anyone, but the next day I did. My friend and colleague could see something was wrong while we were at work and asked what it was. At first I claimed it was nothing and that we'd had a row the night before. Then I caved in and collapsed on the floor in a sobbing heap. Sally went to the door and locked it before putting the closed sign up. As I drank the tea she'd made me, I told her the whole sordid story. Her eyes widened but she let me finish. "Well" she said, "I think Brian is a selfish bastard and I've always wondered what you saw in him. I wish you wouldn't, but if you must stay with him, I don't know what the big deal is. Having your arse shagged isn't that bad -- Pete often slides up mine when the mood takes him. He says it's just somewhere different to stick it!" Genuinely shocked, I said "But the thought of backdoor rumpy makes me feel sick -- it's dirty. I'd be worried about er you know... shitting on the bed sheets if things really got going." Sally responded with "I've heard tell from Pete's friends that it's not a good idea to try anal sex with a vegetarian" which did crack us both up laughing, before she went on to tell me that she simply empties her bowls and gives her anus a good wash out before they do the deed, and they put a towel down on the bed as a precaution before proceeding. "But doesn't it hurt? What does it feel like to have him cum in your arsehole?" I weakly asked. "Not if your partner goes very slowly and you use lube. It is fun and I like it to be honest. It is also naughty and that's the attraction and why we keep doing it. It's not dangerous as long as it's not done too roughly and you use plenty of lubrication. If you are worried about cum in your bum, then make him use a condom. Lots of people do that." Faintly I said that I had heard enough for one day, and that enough was enough. Thanks to Sally I was able to finish work early, and drove home pondering about anal sex and how I'd ever bring myself to try it. I continued to think about it as I noticed Brian seemed a little quiet and distant that evening. I thought I knew why. He was wondering why he hadn't heard from Anne that day. As a couple of weeks went by he seemed a bit sad, but slowly appeared to return to his normal self, but I guessed this wouldn't last. I also knew I'd not solved the problem that had started this in the first place. Brian wanted anal sex and it would only be a matter of time before he'd be knocking on a willing backdoor with an owner who'd be only too happy for him to open it up and cum inside! I had a choice. Either I would have to be secretly checking up on my husband's online activities or I could tell him what I knew what he'd been doing. Or I could try and overcome my aversion to anal sex and at least try it. Day after day I dwelled on what it would be like to have something big and hard ramming up my virginal little pucker, but couldn't get my head round allowing my husband to go up there and do this foul thing to me. I failed to see why many people enjoy it so much -- the very thought of it made me want to vomit! No way was I letting Brian have that much power over me! One day when I was home alone I decided to google the topic of anal sex and as thousands of links to websites appeared, thought I'd click on a video or two. The sight of young models with perfect firm butt cheeks and muscular men ramming their cocks between them made me feel sick and inadequate. Then I clicked on one of the many sites that allow their members to post home videos. Realising I would have to pay to see anything I was about to leave when I saw a selection of free videos that site members had voted the best. Clicking on one, I was taken to a bedroom with a messed up bed. On it was a middle aged woman lying on her front, with some pillows under her pelvis. She had her orange peel textured, wobbling backside pointing up at the camera and her enormous thighs were spread. Her equally overweight male partner had his hand between her butt cheeks. As the camera zoomed in, I could see him rubbing lube on to her anus. My own sphincter twitched as I saw him slowly slip his finger inside her and rotate it. As I watched he pulled the woman up on to her knees and spanked her hard a few times before bending her body back over so her arse was pointed even higher. He mounted her slowly and entered her tight, but ready and willing bud. Starting off gently he started to pump into her, gradually picking up momentum as her lubed up backdoor slowly opened to accommodate his throbbing cock. As he thrust into her harder and harder, he shouted at her telling to play with her clit. She did so and her roars of pleasure gradually started to turn me on. As the man relentlessly sodomized his partner I wondered how any anus could take such a shafting and not split. My concern for the woman's well being was forgotten as I heard her bellows of joy reached a crescendo of orgasm, followed by her partner's noisy climax. They collapsed on the bed together into a sweaty heap and that's where the film finished. Repelled but fascinated I restarted it and couldn't stop my hand from straying into my panties as I watched the whole thing again and again, as I wondered who had filmed the events. A while later I came as noisily as the couple I had been watching. In the days that followed I watched some other anal sex clips and masturbated - carefully deleting the evidence on the computer in case Brian or the kids found it. I was wondering where all this was going to go next until one day the following week as we were shutting up shop, Sally asked me how things were at home. "OK," I said "But I am still worried about Brian. She's not been in contact with him again, I can tell. He's different somehow. But it's only a matter of time before he starts putting himself out online again -- and sooner or later he's going to find another ready and waiting butthole to stick it in. I probably won't find out until the deed is done, if at all! The thought of him having vaginal sex with someone else is bad enough, but I can't hack the thought that he'll stick it up someone else's arse!" Then I went on to tell her about the sites I had been looking at, and what I'd been doing while I'd watched some of the videos. Sally gave me an astonished look and laughed saying, "I'd like to see some of these films, so why don't you drop round tonight -- my other half is out." Later when I turned up with a bottle of wine she had her laptop on and I could tell that she had already been watching the videos. As we began viewing some of them together I told her how afraid and revolted I was by the idea of having anything go into my anus, but how I couldn't help masturbating when watching other women getting their arses fucked. "You just need to take it slow," replied Sally. "Just let Brian put his lubed finger in a little way and build up from there. Once you have trust between you it'll all come naturally. That's what Pete and I did when we first tried it. But of course I insist he takes it up his own arse occasionally just so he knows what it's like -- that's the deal." Nothing could have prepared me for this last statement and I looked at my friend with amazement. I was too shocked to feel sick or disgusted -- I know very well what people get up in private but I couldn't imagine butch Pete allowing any sort of anal intrusion. The conversation was about to go to rock bottom. "You know what a strap on is don't you?" I did but I just couldn't take in what Sally had told me about her bedroom activities with Pete. "You do that to your husband -- and he lets you?" I whispered. Sally smirked and winked to answer my question. Then she asked the million dollar question. "If you want to get accustomed to having your arse fucked, then maybe you could get used to me doing it with a strap on to break you in gently. I can go as slowly as you want and we can do it a bit at a time at your pace. There's no rush." As I got up to get my coat, she said "Oh don't be so stupid, there's nothing wrong with my suggestion. You've got a problem. I'm helping you solve it, just mates helping each other out. I'm won't be getting off on this -- honest. I just want to offer a bit of constructive advice and help because I'm your friend. A bit of marital therapy... now sit yourself back down and have another drink and let's see if we can find a strap on you like on one of the website that specialises in such things." Reluctantly I sat down and looked at the results of Sally's google search. "So how about we get this one?" She said as she pointed at what appeared to be black leather briefs with a pink cock and balls attached to them. "Behave yourself," I whispered. My head reeled as she clicked on dildos of all sizes asking which one I'd like - saying she wouldn't take no for an answer. Finally she picked a shiny, purple dildo attached to tight leopard skin briefs. Saying that she was buying me an early birthday present Sally put in her credit card details to pay for it. I drove home and could feel my rectal passage trembling with fear as images of strap ons and dildos haunted me. But as the week progressed began to think Sally had been winding me up and that I was off the hook. She certainly said nothing at work. The following weekend when I was out with Brian, I noticed him looking with longing at the receding pert, backside of a young woman as she walked past. I knew then this desire of his wouldn't go away and sooner or later he would find an anus with an owner who didn't share my inhibitions. So when I next saw Sally at work, I asked if the strap on she had ordered had arrived. "Sure," she replied. "I just didn't want to put you under pressure. "You're just in time 'cos Pete's seen it and I think he was hoping it was meant for him. So when do you want to come over? How about at the weekend when the guys are away on that stag weekend? Can you sort the kids out to sleep over somewhere so you can spend the night?" I assured her this would be no problem. Then I waited for the weekend with a mixture of dread, and something else which I couldn't put my finger on -- I must confess that I was a little bit excited at what we had planned. The much anticipated Saturday evening arrived. Now that I knew what my husband was capable of, I was worried as I kissed him goodbye before he left for his stag weekend. But I had more immediate concerns and as I showered and got ready, I wondered what on earth I had got myself into. But I trusted Sally and knew she was just trying to help. Of course she wouldn't be getting off when she thrust her hips forward and slid that strap on dildo between my butt cheeks and started pumping. Would she? She was just a very good friend who would do anything for me. Strap on Surprise! Ch. 02 He caught me in the end. Bent over for some random guy I'd picked up online, doing the one thing I've denied him in all the years we've been together. Taking it up the arse and loving it. I'd locked the front door and thought I was safe, but we were enjoying the thrill and risk of bum shoving in front of the stockroom window. When Brian found the front door of the shop locked, he walked around to the alley alongside it and kept going. He looked in the window to see two faces looking back at him. Within a split second he'd clocked the shocking scene -- I'll never forget the look on his face as long as I live. As he stood waiting outside he said and did nothing until we came out. Then he reacted as many cheated men do --by using his fists before getting in his car and driving off. After taking my latest anal buddy to the local hospital casualty dept to get his broken nose and cracked ribs fixed, I gave him a lift home and dropped him at the end of his road. I felt extremely guilty as I wondered how he would explain his injuries to his unsuspecting wife, but begged Andy not to press charges against my husband for our kids' sake. I asked if we could negotiate a compensation deal in private which he agreed to, and we came up with a story that there had been a misunderstanding in a bar. I arrived home to find my some of my things on the pavement and the front door locked from inside. Despite repeated knocking and calling out to Brian, he would not let me back in our home, so I called Sally. She instantly told me to go and stay with them for the night. Knowing that "staying the night" with Pete and Sally would be interesting and fun, I drove round to their place as fast as I could, with my arse already quivering in anticipation. As I sat with a glass of wine Pete suggested calling another of their fuck buddies for advice, saying that she is also their solicitor. I felt a fleeting stab of jealousy at the thought of Sally giving it to another girl up the arse with one of her very large collection of strap ons, but realised that I needed all the help I could get. "It's as I thought," she said when she came off the phone "He's got no legal right to throw you out, whatever you've done. The house is in both your names so we'll go round tomorrow with Pete and get you back in there - Brian needs you there to look after the children, so don't worry. He won't keep you out permanently." "Thanks," I said. "I'll be sleeping in the spare room from now on -- I can't stand the thought of being in the same bed as him for another night. The marriage is over and has been for a long time. I don't think we can salvage anything from this, so it's better for us both to cut our losses and move on." "I'm sure it is," Sally replied. "Now do you want to sleep in our spare room for tonight? Or do you want to come in the bed with us? It's been ages since I gave your arse a good seeing to with the strap on and Pete really misses watching us at it!" "In the bed with you, please" I said without hesitation. I'd stopped having fun with Sally sometime ago and missed our strap on sessions too. Five minutes later I was in the shower with Sally standing behind me washing away the sweat caused by my stockroom session earlier that day. As she leaned me over and spread my legs, she got to work between my buttocks with a soapy flannel and asked if I'd do her a favour. "What might that be?" I asked curiously. Sally smiled before telling me what she wanted of me. "Pete really loves watching us at it, but I know he feels really left out because you are too shy to let him touch you. Do you think you could try and let him join in just a little bit? We won't make you do anything you don't want to I promise." As Sally dried me off with a towel, the friction against my skin got me so horny that I started rubbing my pussy up against it as she patted it between my legs. I had been unsure about the suggested threesome but now I was decided. Poor Pete! I'd been so rude when I'd made him just watch but tonight I'd definitely make it up to him. I followed Sally into the bedroom to find him lying naked on the bed waiting for us and smiling - with a massive hard on. As Sally started to kiss and touch me, he did nothing more than run his hands over the bits of me he could reach. I felt totally unthreatened by this and as Sally lay on top of me playing with and sucking my tits, didn't object when she rolled me over so my backside was facing her husband. I guessed what was coming next so was unsurprised when I felt his lubed up fingers begin to enter my butt cleavage and begin to explore. Once he found my tight little bud, he began working a finger inside until he had inserted it all the way. As he began to gently move it inside me he greased up my backdoor for easy admittance. I started begging for Sally to wear the strap on, and give me what I had been missing from her for so long. In the end she went to the cupboard and got out one of a few strap ons we'd bought together. I was delighted to see it was my favourite - we've always called it the Purple Pumper. As she put it on she said, "You know the position now get into it between Pete's legs -- now hurry up you slut!" I didn't have to be asked a second time, and crouched with my butt in the air and my head down, with my hands on Pete's thighs. As usual she teased me with the dildo for ages, stroking it up and down inside my quivering thighs and along the crack of my arse. Then she stopped. "How much do you want me to fuck your sweet little dirtbox with this?" she asked. "Please!" I begged. "The deal is this. You suck Pete's cock like I've never sucked it before while I am seeing to your anus. You've been a selfish cunt and you need to make it up to my husband for all the times he's been left out because you made him just watch us." I wasn't too sure about this and told her so. "Sure no problem" Pete said, "We'd never force you." I felt movement behind me and turned to find Sally taking the strap on off. My heart sank. I was devastated. Then it dawned on me what I really had to do to get to feel that dildo slide up my arse again. "I suppose I could try it..." I said as I turned back to Pete, "but don't cum in my mouth please." The main thing that had kept me from involving Pete in our sessions was the size of his cock. He's a big man and he knows it. I didn't think I would be able to take it all in the pussy let alone in my mouth and wondered how Sally could handle it! To be honest the size of him terrified me. He didn't say anything as he pushed my head down - in close up his cock appeared to be as long and thick as two coke bottles put together! I rolled back the foreskin and lay looking at it wondering how on earth I was expected to pleasure him -- the man was hung like a horse! As I started to suck the tip and slid my mouth onto the shaft I tried not to gag as I felt it tickle the back of my throat, dimly aware that I hadn't even managed to take a quarter of it in. I kept trying to control my gag reflex as I felt Sally begin to stroke my buttocks with the dildo again. As she teased me from behind, I tried to tease her husband's enormous boner. I gave up trying to take the whole of it in to the hilt, and began to give the huge shaft long slow licks, rotating my tongue round the head while Sally ran her tongue between my ass cheeks. Then I moved on down to his balls and licked them too before popping each one in and out of my mouth a few times. I guess Sally and Pete were scared that I'd use his cock to bite on when the dildo entered me, so she held it back giving me words of encouragement as she continued to lick up and down in between my buttocks while I concentrated on trying to gobble Pete off. As I made another attempt to suck all of him in, I covered my teeth with my lips before starting to fuck as much of him as I could slowly with my mouth while stroking his testicles at the same time. I felt Sally position the dildo at the entrance of my anus and wished I could have it inside me as Pete ejaculated into my mouth. I'd changed my mind you see. Brian had always hated it when I stopped sucking his cock at the crucial moment and finished him off by hand. As the years passed I'd progressed to spitting into a tissue but in the end was bullied into swallowing and had done so to keep the peace. But now it was different and I really wanted to make Pete and Sally happy -- and if swallowing was what it took then I'd do it. So I kept sucking and sucking until I could feel things coming to a head. And of course they did in the end. I gagged again as Pete lost control and thrust deep into my mouth and felt some of his cum trickle down my throat, while the rest ran down my chin. Discreetly wiping it off on the sheet with the back of my hand, I realised it was all worth it to feel Sally begin to push the dildo inside my ready and waiting back door. As she pumped into my rapidly loosening and wet sphincter, she asked "How do you like this you bitch? You've missed this fucktoy haven't you? I can't believe the noises you're making. Pete can you try and do something to shut this slut up or they might hear her next door." I felt my face being pushed into a pillow as Pete began to stroke my hair. That unbelievably good feeling of having my anus stretched and pounded into by my favourite dildo overcame me in the end, and when I started to play with my clit it didn't take long before I came like a rocket. After as the three of us lay on the bed talking and chatting, I started to go to doze off. However I was soon woken up by Pete who asked "Who is the odd one out?" It took a minute for the penny to drop. Then realising what he meant, I replied, "Sally." "Yes that's right. We've both cum but Sally hasn't and I think that's a bit unfair don't you? What do you think we should do about it?" "Dunno," I said. Sally gave her answer by turning over and crouching down in the position she'd just had me in. I went to the cupboard and found the strap on I know she likes best and put it on. As Pete began licking around her ears and neck I squirted some lube liberally between her waiting cheeks. As Pete's tongue slipped into her ear and my wet finger pushed into her anus she moaned out loud. I entered her with the dildo and started thrusting in time to her squeals - slapping her behind as I did so. As I noticed her right hand creep round to finger her clit Pete grabbed both her arms and held them saying "Not yet you whore. Can't you wait? Show some self control." For what seemed like hours I shafted Sally's arsehole with that strap on until I wondered whether she could take much more. I guess Pete agreed with me because he suddenly let go of her arms and allowed her to touch herself. With a minute she had climaxed with a bellow that made us laugh as we fell back on the bed. Finally the three of use drifted off to sleep in each others' arms. I woke up early with a feeling of dread. I knew I was going to have to return home and face Brian, and I wondered what he had told the children - I trembled as I showered and got dressed. "Don't worry," said Pete over breakfast "Just drive over there and we'll be right behind you in our car. He can't and won't refuse to let you back in, and if he does we'll just get the police involved." As I parked in the drive Brian came out. "Where are my kids?" I demanded. "At my parents' home for now," he answered. "Mum and dad know just what a dirty, little whore you are, but when they drop them off they will say nothing of this in front of them. We'll deal with it all later but let's leave the children out of it." I realised my ever calculating husband had thought things through as he allowed me back in without a word. Then I saw a pile of bags in the hall and realised it was him that would be going. Sure enough Brian said, "I'm leaving you, you filthy, fucking slut. I'll be getting legal advice today. You can stay here until the kids are 18, and I'll pay the bills and for everything they need but then I'm selling the house so plan for it you fat, ugly cunt. If you try and take me for anything else like half my pension or assets, I'll tell everyone we know including your family what I found you doing at work." With that he carried his possessions out and put them into the boot of his car and drove off. Oddly enough I wondered why Brian had thought that anybody would be shocked by the fact he'd caught me taking it up the arse. Throughout our long marriage he has thought that asking for anal sex is a perfectly reasonable request. I don't think my soon to be ex husband has ever spoken to me directly since. However the house was much nicer without him there. No more confidence denting snipes or accusations that I was holding him back. No more embarrassing roving eye when we were out. No more expectations that I should always want sex when he wanted it. Once I'd got into a new routine I found that I had a bit more time for myself than before. I had my hair cut, coloured and restyled then turned my attention to my body. I knew that having two children had taken their toll on my looks and realised that I needed to be bit more proactive in looking after my health and appearance. I have to admit I was jealous of Sally and her firm thighs and bum, and wished my breasts had the same perky look that hers do. So I decided to join a gym. After being shown round a few, I found one that had everything that I needed that was not too far away. After signing a contract for a year I made an appointment for an induction and went away feeling very positive about the future. On the scheduled day I returned and sat waiting, and as I watched firm, fit, toned people work out on various strange looking machines wondered what kind of trouble I had got myself into. As I sat and trembled I didn't hear my name being called, and started when a young man tapped me on the shoulder. "Are you Julie?" he asked quietly, "I'm Sam. Come with me and let's have a chat." In a private room I cringed as the good looking, fit young man checked my height then weighed me before saying, "Don't look at me like that, you're not that overweight! We can have you looking great in three months, ready for summer. You just need to exercise more and change your eating habits a little and you will tone up with no problems at all." Sam then went on to ask about my lifestyle and together we came up with a healthy eating plan before I was shown how to use the exercise machines. As I tried each one I slowly became more confident as he motivated and encouraged me to push myself a little more. Finally after I was nearly ready to drop I realised exactly how unfit I was and Sam took pity on me. After taking on board the instruction to come in regularly, I showered before getting dressed. I soon got into a routine of going to the gym every other day. Sometimes I saw Sam who always said hello, and asked how it was going but usually he had other gym members with him. Once or twice when I saw him putting good looking women through their paces, I had an odd prickle of I don't know what but I didn't think he'd be interested in me for a minute as I had to be at least fifteen years older than him. One day about a month after I'd joined Sam came over when he saw me sign in saying, "We need to have a follow up chat, so I can see how you are getting on." I found to my delight that I'd lost three kilos and a couple of inches off my tum and bum. "See I told you, you can do it," said Sam. "Now what I was going to suggest to you is that you book a course of personal training sessions with me, so that we can work on that backside of yours so that it will look great in a bikini on the beach." I'd been warned by friends that gym personal training sessions are a way of minimum wage gym staff bumping up their income, and might be of no benefit to me. I had intended to refuse to sign up for this extra. However the words ..."work on that backside of yours" had triggered such thoughts in my mind, that my nipples hardened! I decided to sign up for a course of ten and to hell with the cost of it all, if it made my ass more appealing. I waited for the appointed day with eager anticipation. However after an hour working out with Sam I wasn't so sure -- he was totally without mercy as he bulled me through his "bums and tums" workout. When he called time on the session, I thanked God for small mercies and crawled off to shower and change. It was as I was about to sign out and go that Sam stopped me. "Got time for a coffee and chat before you head off home?" "You bet I have," I thought as I followed him into the small cafe. However I didn't seriously think that Sam would be interested in me, other than as a client at work. It didn't seem that way as we chatted about his work and my shop. "So are you married with kids? Sam asked curiously. "No and yes," I replied softly. "We've just separated a couple of months ago." "Sorry to hear that," he said. "That's always tough but you are taking the right steps. I train a lot of women like you, and toning up is a great way of building up your self esteem after a long relationship has bitten the dust. I know you think personal training is very expensive, but it really is worth the cost to make you feel good about yourself again." As we went on to talk about other things Sam made no attempt to pry. Finally as a woman came up to him, he said she was his next appointment and that he would see me again the following week. Despite the fact that I knew Sam's workout would put me through hell, I looked forward to our next meeting. Then on the day of my appointment I got a text from him saying that he needed to change the time. Feeling crestfallen I rang him thinking that I wouldn't be seeing him, but soon perked up when I found he just wanted to reschedule my workout to a little later in the day. Knowing the kids would be out I readily agreed. When I arrived I found the gym almost empty. "Hi," said Sam when I found him. "Sorry I'm running a bit late today, but you will get your full hour I promise. I'm locking up tonight." I warmed up while I was waiting, and watched Sam's big hands on another woman's body as he took her weight while she bent over and tried some new workout manoeuvre. As he continued to handle the woman the sight of her arse pointing skywards made the crotch panel of my leotard start to moisten, as I began to feel turned on by what I was seeing. As the woman's leotard rode up into the crack of her arse, I could see a wet patch between her legs. I wondered how Sam could not get a hard on as by now I was feeling very excited. I wondered what this very well spoken British woman would think of being rogered up the chutney by another woman wearing a strap on, and if there was any way I could ask her without being thrown out of the gym. As I was trying to work out how to approach her, I started when Sam tapped me on the shoulder. "Sorry, I was miles away." Sam didn't say very much but proceeded to put me through an even more punishing workout than the previous week. By the time I really thought I might die, he finally had mercy on me and called time. As I got up and started to walk to the shower he called me back. "So what is it with you? Do you like men, women or what? I saw you when I was working with Annabel. You were getting off. Was it her you were looking at, or me? I know this isn't very professional but I'm just curious. I'm putting my job on the line by asking this!" So after reassuring Sam that I would not be getting him fired, I told him the whole story of what had happened. By the time I had finished I could see the outline of Sam's erection through his shorts and thought that I'd like to reach out and unzip him, and take his cock out. Strap on Surprise! Ch. 02 However I managed to show some restraint as he said, "God I wish I had a girlfriend like you now. You're every man's dream. Mine won't even talk about trying anal - she just stonewalls the topic when I bring it up. Something like you said you did, before your friend broke you in with a strap on." "Have you ever done it? " I asked curiously. "Yes I have with a few previous girlfriends. I tied one girl to a tree on Hampstead Heath, spat in her crack and fucked her up her nice tight arse -- and she really loved it! I like nothing better than a bit of backdoor action to ring the changes, but I've just had to accept that Jess doesn't have the same kink -- I'd never force her. I'm in it for the long haul with her, but I'm not able to go for the rest of my life without anal sex -- it's nice and it's good for you! I find the thought of no more butt fucking ever, very depressing." "And I find the thought of having to watch you put Annabel through her workout very depressing as well -- I don't know if I can bear it again. I want her ass. I want to lube her hole up and pump it wearing one of my strap ons until that upper class, snotty cow squeals like a ho as she cums. I need your help!" "Well" Sam said, "I can schedule your appointments so that they are back to back, then you know you will see her when she comes in -- you do the rest. But you have to pay in two ways. One: At some point you let me watch you getting in her arse. Two: You let me fuck your arse RIGHT NOW." When I nodded in agreement, he took my hand and led me over to a vaulting horse. As he leaned me over the saddle and pulled my lower clothing off, I noticed how well worn the synthetic leather cover of it was, and saw what looked suspiciously like teeth marks in places. I fleetingly wondered if I was the first gym user to have been anally shafted over it. I then went on to feel a flicker of fear as I wondered whether Sam was going to try and dry hump me. But I needn't have worried about being treated with such a lack of consideration - Sam left me bent over with my bare arse hanging out and ran to the gents changing room before returning with a jar of moisturising cream. "Neals Yard -- it's totally perfume and chemical free. It's not ideal but it'll have to do!" I felt Sam's fingers smearing the cream liberally inside my crack and anus. There was a pause while he unzipped and treated his cock in the same manner. Then without even an attempt to get me aroused he was inside me! No kissing and no touching beforehand meant my little pucker was rather tight but it soon relaxed as he pumped into me hard, nipping at my neck as he did so. On and on it went and I started to bite down on the saddle hard to keep myself from yelling with pain -- Sam was another big man! I was just wondering whether I should call a halt, when he climaxed. After a couple of seconds me turned me round and kissed me briefly for the first time before saying, "I'll take care of those appointments honey -- let me know what she says." Then he went off the gents to get changed. Sam really hadn't shown a lot of finesse about the unplanned incident so I really felt like I'd been used as a fuck box as I drove home. I had been insisting on condoms with my online pickups - this was the first time I had ever tried bareback anal sex with a man. Even after showering I could feel my now rather tender anus squelch as I walked back to the car, and to be honest I found the sensation a nice souvenir of what had just happened. In fact the whole experience of being so unexpectedly buggered up against a vaulting horse had been so damn horny I wanted it to happen again. Every time I went to the gym. I started to exercise just before closing time as often as I could manage it. Sam was always friendly and polite, but said nothing of what we had done -- it was as if it had never happened. I felt strangely disappointed as no mention of a repeat was made. He simply continued with his punishing workouts and I very quickly started to see the benefits. My ass was taut and perky. My thighs were firm and my tummy was flat for the first time since I had the kids. "Very fuckable," said Sally as she rogered me with the strap on one Tuesday afternoon. "Your ass is the ass of a whore. He'll ask again so don't worry about it, but make him use a condom this time -- don't be such a stupid bitch! I'll spank you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week, if you tell me you've had a barecock shag with a stranger again!" "What about that snotty cow Annabel? How do I approach her?" I asked Sally as we hit the shower together. "Dunno but I'm sure you'll think of something. This makes me so happy! It really does! It was me that started all this off and changed your life. If it hadn't been for me taking your ass, you would have still been with your prick of an ex!" It was as I had just got changed a couple of weeks later that my chance came. Annabel came in -- she'd obviously travelled straight from work. She was in a smart jacket and skirt, and was immaculately made up. As she started to change into her designer gym wear, I wondered how to start chatting to her. Realising that we were the only two women in the changing room and this might be a one off opportunity I decided to ask how she found her personal training sessions with Sam, but something else came out. To this day I don't know where from. "I'd like to take you from behind!" The words cut through the quiet changing room like a whip. A split second later I thought I was hearing things when Annabel replied in her upper class voice: "What with dear lady?" "I want to take you up your nice tight arse Ms La-di-da Business Woman! Fuck you long and hard up your perfect, snotty little dirtbox with a strap on dildo until I hear you holler like the slut you really are, you stuck up mare!" I said. Then I headed for the door, signed out and drove home. The next day I went to the gym again but there was no sign of Annabel, however I did see Sam for my personal training. Once again I was the last client so when he called time on our session, I told him how I had approached Annabel. Sam made said nothing at all in reply as he simply took my arm and led me over to the vaulting horse. As before I was bent over and left alone while he fetched the cream. Within a couple of minutes my arse was being pounded like the last time. Thinking I'd better not tell Sally I'd been having anal bareback again, I gave in to it and bit down on the saddle again wondering how long it would take the fucker to finish up. As before I drove home feeling as if I'd been used as a fuck box and realised I need to teach Sam to slow down. No wonder his girlfriend wouldn't let him have anal with him! But the main thing on my mind was Annabel. I wondered if she'd make a complaint about me and whether I'd see her again. I didn't have long to wait to find out. The next time I signed in, the gym receptionist handed me a carrier bag saying it had been handed in by another member. I couldn't remember losing anything and said so, to be told the woman who had handed the bag in had been insistent that she had seen me leave it behind. A premonition warned me that I'd better investigate the bag's contents in private so I took it to my car. I found a box wrapped in brown paper with a mobile phone number written on it. I tore the paper off to find a boxed strap on -- one of the nicest I've ever seen. The shaft itself was bright red and the panties it was attached to were black with red lace trimmings. There were only one person I could think of who would have left a strap on at the gym reception for me. It must have been Annabel. There was no sign of her as I worked out and it was as I was leaving that she came in. Sam had obviously been on a break and he promptly appeared for their appointment. I realised I was going to have to stay if I wanted to talk to her. By now I'd got very fit so another hour on the treadmill was no problem to me as I had the pleasure of watching that designer leotard ride up into Annabel's bottom cleavage once again. As I saw her leave I followed her, determined to make my move. As I did so I passed Sam who said, "Remember I want to watch!" "You should watch and learn!" I responded. "It's no wonder your girlfriend won't allow you anal sex. You're like a bull at a gate. You need to slow down and take your time with a woman, I feel like I'm being used as a fuckbox by you when you take my arse!" And with that I left the poor guy with a deflated ego, and headed off to the women's changing room. She was there, waiting for me. "I don't know who you are," she whispered. "Furthermore I don't know why you chose me to make those dirty disgusting suggestions to, but I want you to know that your ideas made me feel excited like never before, so I decided to buy you a present. Do you have it? Do you like it? I am married so my place is out of the question so how about your bed?" Remembering my promise to Sam I replied, "I've got no one to have the kids after school at the moment so I can only suggest we do it here. We both have the same trainer and I know he locks up sometimes, so I am hoping that we could do this after closing time." Annabel read my mind. For a moment I thought the deal was off then she said, "He wants to watch doesn't he? You were going to let Sam watch without my knowledge weren't you, you fucking little cumslut? But there's no need, I don't mind but he doesn't get to join in. I've bonked him once or twice and he's like a teenager -- all thrust and no finesse. Don't you agree?" Deep down I wasn't surprised at this news about Sam sharing it with other clients, and secretly pitied his unsuspecting girlfriend. Telling Annabel of our rough sodomy sessions over the vaulting horse I went on to suggest that we show Sam how things are done properly. "Damn right!" she said as she swept off. As I left I told Sam he would be treated to the sight of his life, if he scheduled our appointments together. After my crushing remark about his sexual prowess he didn't take me back to the vaulting horse as I half expected, but simply said goodbye as I headed out the door. Two days later I received a text from Sam saying he had an appointment for me later that day. Seeing that it was the hour before the gym closed I smiled in anticipation. Later as he was giving me a particularly sadistic training session, I spotted Annabel doing circuit training and hoped I would be able to speak to her. When Sam saw her walking towards the changing room he hastily said that we had done enough for the night. As I hurried off I saw him go to an office and check the CCTV system. I walked towards the changing room and went in. She was standing naked - waiting for me with nothing on but a grin across her botox frozen face. "What now?" she asked me. As I kissed her I started to do the things I had been longing to do since I first set eyes on her. I took great delight in messing up her stupid, perfect streaked blonde hair before going on to touch her impossibly perfect shaved snatch. As I leaned her over a counter and spread her legs I wondered if she'd had a labiaplasty. Her pretty little lips were absolutely identical -- in fact her perfectly symmetrical twat reminded me of one of those medical diagrams you see online. However the smell of it was real enough, so I inserted a finger into Annabel's vagina and slowly licked it clean in front of her shocked eyes, before I put on the strap on she'd bought me. Then I picked up the lube I bought with me for the occasion and guided Annabel back out into the gym and towards the vaulting horse. I could see Sam wanking off in his office, as he watched on CCTV. As Annabel stood before me I kissed her again before roughly bringing her nipples up with my fingers. Then I turned her round and bent her over the vaulting horse. To be honest once I had lubed her up I just wanted to enter her and start pumping, but I remembered I'd said to Sam that I'd teach him how to fuck an arse with a bit of skill and finesse. So I started to run my tongue along the back of her neck finishing up in her ear. As I did so I reached in between her legs from behind to find that her cunt was already open and wet for me. As I licked down the length of her spine and stuck my tongue into the crack of her arse, I wondered if the CCTV was recording me as I did this perverted thing. Thinking it'd be fun to start off in her pussy I pulled her away from the vaulting horse, bent her over and entered her vagina from behind. As I started pumping I inserted a lubed finger into Annabel's anus and moved it in and out in time to my thrusts-- she began squealing like a cat on heat as she started fingering her clit. Then just as she was on the point of cumming I leant her back over the vaulting horse and began moistening her tight little pucker up some more. Finally I turned her round and gave her the tube of cream, and stood pointing down at the strap on dildo. She didn't need to be told what to do. Squeezing some more lube out into her hand she took my strap on phallus and slowly greased it up, looking into my eyes as she did so. As I bent Annabel back over the vaulting horse she spread her legs wide and allowed me to get her in position. Instead of entering her right away I teased her some more by gently licking and biting her buttocks until she begged me to let her cum. But still I wouldn't and went back to licking the crack of her ass, finally inserting my tongue into her anus again. I felt something move behind me and realised it was Sam. As he knelt and began to lick my arse, I finally gave Annabel what she was begging for. As she continued to moan I eased the dildo into her and as I began to thrust long and hard, felt Sam's finger slide into my crack as he started biting my lower back. I can't tell you how good it felt to pump into that snotty cow's tight little bud, and the realisation she really loved it made me even more excited. She understood the position she needed to hold immediately so that I had easy access to keep that rhythm going. On and on it went -- me thrusting into her while Sam moved his finger in and out of my backdoor. I soon discovered that I could easily touch myself as I kept the pumping action going, while holding the dildo with my other hand. I felt Sam switch from using his finger to his tongue on my behind, and guessed that he must be wanking off. The thought of this made me want to cum as well and after pulling Annabel back from the vaulting horse so she could touch herself too, I began to finger my clit. As the three of us moaned and grunted in unison, the sweat dripped off us in ever increasing rivulets. Flesh slid against flesh until the three of us climaxed and fell in a soaking heap of perspiring bodies. Then as we lay on an exercise mat and started to lick the sweat off each other, I realised that this was going to be the first of many such gym sessions. The thought of this made me very happy. As the weeks turned into months I was proved right and as an added bonus Sally continued to take my ass regularly using my favourite dildo -- the Purple Pumper. However although I was getting and giving plenty of butthole action at the back of my mind there was one thing that I knew that I hadn't done. I started to check men out constantly. Driving in my car I'd be looking at them, out jogging I'd be looking at them, and at the gym I'd be looking at them. As I zoomed in on their tight little arses I dreamed about taking a man up the arse with a strap on, and in the end the thought of trying this act became an obsession. I wondered how I could broach the subject with Sam, but when I did received an outraged refusal. Just as I was thinking of putting an ad up on Craig's List, the opportunity finally came. I had to take my car in for its MOT and found that it needed some work done before it could pass, so I left it at the garage and took the bus home. A couple of stops on, a young guy got on and sat down next to me. Within a minute I started to suspect things weren't right as he seemed to be leaning on to me in an inappropriate way, although he didn't speak to or touch me. Then as he stood up to let me pass to get off at my stop, my suspicions were confirmed by the bulge in his trousers. I couldn't believe the audacity of the man as he followed me off the bus! "You can take me home if you want," was Mr Subtle's way of introducing himself. By now I was so angry that I opened my mouth to make some cutting remark. But then I had an idea. I said, "OK come with me..." Strap on Surprise! As I drove over to her home, I was shaking at the thought of what we planned to do -- one of my best female friends was going to do me up the arse with a strap on and I was going to allow this to happen! I nearly turned back several times, but the thought of Brian going elsewhere to satisfy his desire for anal sex kept me going. Once I got to Sally's house she was as warm and welcoming towards me as always. She'd rented a couple of soft porn movies to get us in the mood. We sat together on the sofa and held hands as we watched them. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen as I watched enormous cocks slide between spread buttocks, and joined my friend in laughing at breasts bouncing as their owners got taken roughly from behind. As we drank a bottle of wine I began to feel a little less nervous and relaxed. But the strap on dildo was nowhere in sight. Once the second film had finished, Sally asked me a question. "So does Brian do to get you ready when you two fuck?" At first I was too shy to tell her but as she moved closer to me she traced the line of my lips before kissing me. As I felt her tongue slide into my mouth I pulled away. "I thought you said you wouldn't be getting off on this" I shouted, "It feels like you fucking well are to me." "I'm not, I'm not" Sally replied "Does Brian just stick it in your pussy without any foreplay? You can't take it up the arse unless you are relaxed and that's all I am trying to do. I just want to help -- I'm not getting off on this honest! I used to be a nurse -- don't you remember? I can't help you if you won't let me." I did remember Sally's stories of the bizarre things she had seen in the local emergency department and said I was sorry. Then I let her kiss me again. As her fingers crept up under my top, she stroked my belly before moving up to undo my bra. Before I could say knife, I was naked from the waist up. Sally started to play with my left nipple which immediately hardened. "Ah you like that," she said. "Is this what Brian does to get you wet? Does he play with your tits... and suck them like this?" As Sally began licking at my nipples I asked where the dildo was. "That's for later," was the reply before Sally ran her tongue round my belly button. As she raised her head then leaned back, I saw the outline of her hard nipples through her top. Then I knew she was lying about not getting off on what she was doing to me. But by this time I didn't care much as we removed each other's clothes. As I began to respond to Sally I knew where all this was going. I've sucked my husband's cock off hundreds of times, but I'd never thought I could give or allow oral sex with another woman. But I didn't stop Sally as she went down on her knees in front of me. "You've got a beautiful cunt," Sally said as she spread my legs out to take a closer look. "I love your huge puffy flaps, don't ever let anyone tell you they are too big or squash them up to try and hide them." As she gently tugged on my labia then sucked each in turn, I was gagging to feel her tongue stroking across my clit. As she continued to play with my wet, swollen pussy lips I begged her to lick me, truthfully saying that Brian does this all time. "Very well" she said as I pushed her head down, "But I am not going to let you cum. That's for later when you take that dildo all the way to the hilt up your cute little dirtbox. And you will cum like you've never cum before and you will be pleading with me to stick it up there again. What's more important is you are going to go home and you will BEG Brian to fuck your arse as often as he can manage to." As Sally began to nibble at my clit she lightly stoked the sensitive area between my labia as I started to moan out loud. I felt her gently suck on each of my huge swollen flaps again, before she left me and them hanging as she got up and went to a cupboard. I knew what exactly what she was going to get and although I was still a bit afraid, I trusted Sally and knew that strap on wasn't going anywhere near my butthole without my agreement. So when she beckoned me to go upstairs to the bedroom I followed her, wondering what her husband would make of this. Reading my mind Sally said, "He knows." By this time I felt nothing would ever surprise or shock me again so said nothing as she went on to tell me "You're not the first woman I've been with, and Pete really likes to watch me with other girls -- but we knew you wouldn't be happy with that." Oddly enough I was delighted with this information, and told Sally this was an excellent way to get back at Brian for what he had been doing as I followed her into the bedroom. I sat beside Sally as she got our purple pumper out of its box and put the panties on. She hasn't got kids so she's got a better figure than I have - the leopard skin material of them set off her smooth cellulite-free bum and thighs. The purple dildo itself wasn't huge, just the size of an average man's dick but the lifelike detail on it fascinated me. As Sally lay back on the bed and moved over to make room for me she began to kiss me again and stoke my nipples. But I had one thing on my mind and that was to have a closer look at the dildo, so I pulled away from her and did so. I couldn't help touching it as I inspected it and after a while felt that I'd like to lick it. "Go on give it a suck if you want to, imagine that this is Brian you are with but turn around so I can lick your pussy as well" Sally said as I took it in my mouth. Obediently I rolled myself around and got on top to give my friend access to my soaking snatch. As I looked at, sucked and played with the dildo I felt her tongue running all over my inner thighs then sneak inside me, and begin to explore every nook and cranny. Then I felt something stroke against the entrance to my back passage and realised that it was Sally's finger. Normally this would have been the trigger that would fill me with fear and revulsion, and Brian would ask me what harm it could possibly do to if I'd just let him touch me there. But with Sally it was different. I wasn't afraid in the slightest. She gently pushed me off her so I was on my back before putting my legs over her shoulders. I was able to take the dildo to the hilt in my pussy and started moaning as she fingered my clit and pumped her hips. Still I begged to be allowed to cum and still Sally refused to let me. When she withdrew the dildo from me, I knew instinctively what to do next. I turned over and kneeled. Sally pushed some pillows under my belly so that my arse was in the air as I leaned forward, and told me to spread my legs. I felt a shock of pleasure as I felt her tongue running along the crack of my arse, and couldn't and didn't want to stop her spreading my legs even further apart to allow her finger access inside my trembling cheeks. I felt something warm and wet squirting on to the entrance of my anus, and gasped with pleasure as Sally gently smeared the lube on to it. When I felt her finger slowly slip into my arse and gently rotate inside me as she lubed me up, a thousand nerve endings began to throb and I felt more sexually excited than ever before. Kissing each of my butt cheeks Sally said, "You want that dick to take your anal virginity, don't you honey? Well get it ready then sweetie," and then she placed the pot of lube in my hand. Rolling over I smeared the dildo liberally before resuming the kneeling position once again. I felt the dildo stroke against my skin, as Sally began to run it up and down between my cheeks - and squealed as she stuck it in my pussy, and took me from behind. But by this time I knew where I really wanted the dildo to go and begged her to swop holes. "I told you I'd have you begging me to stick this up your arse" Sally said as she slowly did as I asked, teasing me as she took her time to navigate the dildo away from my pussy. After she had administered a few light slaps to my buttocks to show me who was boss, Sally positioned the dildo at the entrance to my arsehole. As she slowly pushed it in, I realised the sex act I'd thought of as Brian's way to have power over me, was the most exciting thing I'd ever done. I didn't need telling to slip my right hand on my clit and started to finger myself as Sally gently continued to ease the dildo in. Finally when my butthole had been slowly stretched to the limit to accommodate the dildo I felt full to bursting. Slowly Sally started pumping her hips and after a couple of false starts when the dildo fell out, I learned the crouching position that would allow it to penetrate me completely and stay there as Sally began to thrust into my wet and open backdoor. As the dildo slipped in and out, I felt my sphincter slowly give and couldn't believe how fabulous that full up feeling in my stretched to the limit rectum was -- it felt so good and so right somehow! Dimly aware that the noises I was making must be like that of an animal, I was unable to keep quiet as Sally kept it coming. As she starting biting my back she kept on fucking my backdoor relentlessly until I finally came - and my orgasm felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before. As Sally withdrew I collapsed on the bed and rolled over to see her removing the panties, and couldn't help noticing the dildo had come out clean as she had promised. As we lay in each other's arms I thanked Sally for taking my backdoor cherry and wondered out loud if I should reciprocate and give my friend the same pleasure she had given me. "No" she said, "Only Pete's dick goes in there -- and nothing else unless he is with me." "How about your pussy then," I wondered as I stroked her hair. Sally didn't answer as I shyly kissed her - invading her mouth with my tongue as I began playing with her firm breasts which were so different to mine. Having two children has taken their toll on my body and I couldn't help noticing how hard and taut Sally's body was in contrast to my sagging curves. In fact I was fascinated by it and could not stop myself from running my hands all over her as I thought I'd better start going to the gym. I kissed her nipples then my lips moved down to gently stroke her labia. As they did so she started to moan. As my fingers sneaked inside her I asked Sally if she had any other dildos around that I could use. "Sure," she said -- "have a look in the cupboard over there." Obediently I did so to find a whole range of sex toys of all kinds -- I'd opened the door into a sexual Disneyland! I closed my eyes and picked up the first thing I touched - an enormous red phallus of monster proportions! "Can you take this Sally?" I said disbelievingly. "You bet I can and frequently do" my friend replied. I lay down beside and resumed playing with her pussy with my fingers and lips. And what cute little labia she had as well, all pretty and neat and tucked away -- not like my big hanging flaps that show when I wear a bikini! Fascinated I spread my friend's legs and took a good look at her snatch, wishing that mine looked the same as I began to slowly push the dildo inside her. Realising that Sally was absolutely spot on when she said she could take it all the way in her pussy, I began to pump it as she hollered long and loud. On and on I pounded it hard into her until she was gagging to climax, and her moans nearly raised the roof when I began licking her clit at the same time. Then as I got braver, I stopped and rolled Sally over to pull her up into the same position she'd had me in. Ignoring her pleas that no one and nothing else but her man takes her in the backdoor I began lubing her up between her cheeks -- whispering to her to just give in and enjoy it as I kissed her buttocks.... and in the end as my fingers slipped inside her tight, puckered little bud she stopped fighting me. After a while I began to gently intrude with the dildo and slowly pushed it into her until it was all the way in. She loved it as I pumped it in and out of her now slippery and open anus, and squealed like a slut as she fingered herself and finally came. As we heard the next door neighbours shifting uneasily on the other side of the wall, we finally fell asleep in each other's arms... Driving home the next day I wondered how I was going to introduce the subject of anal sex to my husband, and what he would think of my change of mind after all these years of being told that my arsehole was a no go zone! I arrived to find Brian with a rocking hangover after his weekend away. Later as we ate Sunday lunch with the kids, he seemed back to normal but dropped into the conversation that he would be working away from home for a couple of nights during the next month. This was the first time this had been mentioned and I was highly suspicious -- I wondered what had gone on while he had been on his stag weekend. After we had eaten he settled down in the armchair and snored for most of the afternoon. Knowing the man as I do, I knew that he'd wake up for a cuppa and a sandwich later but then he'd probably watch TV before an early night. I wondered how we had come to be in such a predictable, boring relationship and if this is what I wanted for the rest of my life. So it was that two days later that Brian came in from work with "that" look. I knew what it meant and mentally prepared myself for how I was going to broach the subject of anal sex when my husband made his move later on. As the kids drifted off to their rooms, he got up saying he wanted an early night too. I knew that if I didn't go with him he'd sit by me on the sofa and hassle me while I was watching TV until he got a response. Like many men he gets very irritable if he doesn't have sex when he wants it, and sometimes it's a bit of a chore but worth it to keep a happy atmosphere. So I got up and followed him into the bedroom. Same bed, same moves. I know exactly where my husband's hands and mouth are going to go next and when. Every time we fuck. He kissed me then went on to suck on my nipples before giving me little kisses around my belly button. I used to love this and still do if I am in the mood, but just wish he'd do things in a different order sometimes. As his mouth moved down between my legs, I knew he'd be there for a while as I mentally did a shopping list for my weekly trip to the supermarket. By the time he'd rolled me round and over so I was on top of him in a 69, I decided I'd thought of everything we needed as I licked his throbbing shaft the way I know he likes it. After all the years of having all the suggestions we try anal sex slapped down, Brian didn't even attempt to touch my butthole -- he knows it's a no go zone to him. We simply progressed to the usual missionary style shag and as always my husband fell straight to sleep almost as soon as he'd rolled off me. And so the weeks went on in the same way -- with Brian that is. But I also went round to Sally's place whenever I could for some more anal intrusion from that strap on. I just couldn't get enough of it, and pretty soon was comfortable with Pete watching Sally do the one thing to me that I've refused my husband in all the years we've been together. And of course Brian had no idea that my best friend was regularly taking me up the arse with a strap on, with her man wanking off while he watched us. Even after showering when I'd been with her, I'd stink of her when I went home. Sometimes we fell about laughing as we wondered how my husband couldn't taste Sally's twat on my lips when he kissed me. In my heart I knew that this couldn't go on indefinitely without him finding out. Something had to give and I also came to realise that as far as Brian was concerned it wouldn't ever be my anus. My marriage was over and had been for a long time, I just wasn't sexually interested in him anymore. What I really wanted was Sally all to myself but she came as a couple with Pete, and I thought that I had absolutely no right to try and interfere with their relationship. With Sally and Pete's blessing I began putting myself out online. Within a week I met up with someone for lunch, and didn't hesitate when he asked me to go to a hotel with him as we'd planned. I was very excited because I had never actually had anal sex with a man, just a woman wearing a strap on. I knew from our phone chats that my new friend Rob liked nothing better than to slide up a lubed and ready anus and couldn't wait to go up mine if I would allow him to. When he asked if I fancied a drink at the bar, I gladly accepted thinking I could set him straight on how inexperienced I was at all this. As I drank my wine I told him I had a confession to make. "What's that?" Rob asked. "I technically have my backdoor cherry. My friend Sally's been getting in there with a strap on for a long time, but I've never had anal with a man." Rob was so gobsmacked he couldn't speak for a while. Finally he weakly asked, "But what about your husband? Didn't you ever try it with him?" It didn't take me long to tell Rob the whole story. He didn't really say much and when I'd finished talking, he simply smiled and knocked back his drink before taking my hand and leading me up to our room. As soon as we were inside he started kissing and undressing me before we'd even hit the bed. I began to feel excited as his hands moved all over me and wondered how on earth I'd ever thought the sex I had with my husband was good sex. As Rob flipped me over on to my knees and started slapping my behind, I could feel my butt cheeks become hotter and hotter, and knew that I would have trouble sitting down later. Finally he decided enough was enough and gently kissed each of my buttocks in turn, before rubbing cream into my smarting backside. Gradually his fingers began to stray into my crack before he parted my cheeks to have a look at my quivering pucker. "Perfect!" he said. "It's like a little rosebud and it's all nice and tight -- just the way I like it. But first I've got to get it ready sweetie." I felt something cold squirt on the entrance of my anus and felt myself blush as Rob began to work the cream inside me with his fingers. Once he was done I knew what to do next and assumed the position Sally had taught me. I felt something warm and hard begin to enter me and realised that a cold, man-made strap on was not the same at all. It simply didn't compare to having a real man stick his cock in to the hilt up my ready and willing anus. It was at the moment Rob started pumping that I realised this was it! Nothing could ever be the same again.