My husband has a secret fantasy life. I’m absolutely serious. Oh, I know what you’re thinking. Doesn’t every man? Don’t all men want us to be maids in the home, chefs in the kitchen, accountants with the checkbook and whores in the bedroom? Don’t all men fantasize daily about various sorts of interesting sexual things? Yes. Of course they do. But for me, this fantasy was a bit different. Because this one involved . . . the ass.
My husband has had my ass in every way imaginable. He has touched, stroked and caressed, pinched, spanked and paddled, teased, toyed and tongued, poked, prodded and probed and quite frankly royally fucked that object of his obsession. He has taken me, and my ass, to new heights of delight. If my ample cheeks were the focus of his interest, it was certainly fine with me. But, as I soon discovered, it wasn’t my ass he was interested in. It was his own!
I discovered this accidentally one evening. I was reading emails, deleting junk, and catching up with private messages. Unexpectedly I accessed a secret account; apparently he’d forgotten to log out after he checked his own mailbox. I found several messages from ladies he’d recently chatted with. They discussed their talks in intimate detail, very sexually explicit. We both enjoy sexy chat, so that didn’t concern me, but the topic was a bit startling, and it both shocked and aroused me. My man, tall and large, mustached and muscular, wanted to be fucked in his ass.
I’ve read a great deal lately about how many men enjoy this. And wouldn’t you know, I’d asked him about it before. Did he want me to finger his ass, especially when I was sucking him? I love the feel of him playing with my ass; did he think he might enjoy the same attention? Nope, he said. He was not even remotely interested, he said, and therefore I considered the matter closed. Until now.
He wants it, he really does. So why is he turning me away? Does he think it isn’t masculine, that I would be offended or think less of him? Does he think that hetero guys don’t play that way? Why are there such different rules for women and men? It bothers me somewhat that he doesn’t feel comfortable discussing it with me, but not being qualified to diagnose and treat the male psyche, I ponder my available options.
Should I pretend I never saw the account? No. Not a chance. Should I confront angrily or tearfully, which could potentially cause a big fight resulting in him hiding more secrets from me? Also not an option for me. Hmmm. This could become a serious problem in our marriage if not handled properly.
As I am a self-starter, and somewhat of a devious gal, I embark upon the only choice available to me. I go shopping. But not to the mall, oh no. I head to the naughty bookstore, with its wide assortment of marital aids. It’s time to fulfill a fantasy. Yummy. I’m on a mission!
There is such a selection; I hardly know where to begin. I pick up a basket and happily wander, passing the flirty clothes, the naughty videos, the silly games, the multitude of lubes, condoms and accessories, and eventually find my way to the back of the store. Oooh. An entire wall filled with anal exploratory toys. Let the games begin.
First, I find a tiny anal plug, a blue jelly type that would be perfect for beginners. Next, a slim vibrator of an inoffensive gold color (he has made previous derogatory comments about my purples and pinks, but I know taste is a personal ideal). Oh my. I spy a double-edged jelly dildo, one side is slim and the other a bit larger. As it is purple and pink, I smile, but it certainly has possibilities. I toss in several packages of lube and then . . .
Aaah. There they are. Strap-on dildos and harnesses. Oh my, a veritable potpourri from which to choose. I’ve never seriously looked at these implements, so as I study, I try to visualize the most important aspects for me. First, it shouldn’t be too huge; I don’t wish to intimidate my man. Next, I think there should be something that stimulates me while I’m stimulating him. And lastly, I think the entire thing should vibrate. After some perusal, I manage to find exactly what I require. His dildo is long and on the slim side, and mine is thick and fits into my pussy. Both vibrate, and the battery packs tuck into the black leather straps that go around my waist. It looks perfect.
I manage to make it to the checkout counter without needing a shopping cart, though it was a toss-up for awhile, and I pile everything on the counter. I add several packages of batteries to the top of the heap, and the clerk totals and sacks. I wince at the price, geez, sex toys are expensive, and then take my precious purchases home. Step One is complete.
Driving home, I recognize my husband is going to be resistant to much of this. I think I’ll spring it on him in the middle of a serious bout of sex. I mean truthfully, what man can coherently think while his cock is being sucked, balls fondly handled? I decide to put Step Two of the plan in as soon as possible.
Later that evening, we’re in our bed, happily kissing and caressing, touching and stroking. A silly X-rated movie is playing, and our mood is quickly turning from teasing to lust. I’m slightly nervous, but I‘m going to go through with this and as he lies back on the bed I wriggle down to suck him. I love that, by the way, giving him pleasure like this. I love to watch him tense as I lick the insides of his thighs, feel his breathing hitch as I take him all the way down my throat.
I am busy working on his tasty cock, his eyes are closed and his hands fist in my hair. Perfect. I begin to slide my hands under his taut ass cheeks. I feel his increased tension, but when he tries to speak I take my mouth off his cock long enough to say, “Shhhh.”
My lubed fingers near his clenching anus, circling his tight hole. I slide around, feel him tense, then relax, so I continue, toying with the opening. I slide the tip of my finger in just a bit, then out, carefully, teasingly. I’m trying to excite him in the same way he does me. He begins to moan and thrusts his hips up so I take his cock deeply into my mouth. I slide my finger all the way into his ass and he immediately begins to orgasm forcefully. Cum spatters in my mouth, on my face. Wow.
His eyes are closed, he’s still breathing hard, and I pull my finger gently from his ass. I crawl up the bed to kiss and lay next to him. He embraces me and kisses me back fiercely, and I grin.
“What got into you?” he asks. And the grin widens.
“Well actually, darling,” I say, “I think you should ask, what’s going to go into you.”
He quirks a brow at me, wonderingly, so I show him the tiny blue plug I bought today.
“It’s for you.” I say.
He starts to protest, saying that isn’t what he wants, he isn’t really interested in that kind of stuff, he’s told me that before, and then he trails off as sees my face. He quietly speaks.
“You found that account, didn’t you?”
“Yep.” I say.
“I’m sorry for keeping that from you.”
“I know,” I say, “and I think I understand why. But it’s OK, because tonight you’re going to make it up to me.”
“I am,” he repeats, growing somewhat alarmed.
“Yes, you are,” I smirk, “By allowing me to do what you’ve been asking all those other women to do.”
I enjoy the slight look of shock on his face as I continue.
“I bought some toys,” I say, “and we’re going to use them all on you tonight.”
“I don’t know if this is something I’ll even like,” he says, still hesitant. “It is something I’ve always wanted to try, but I really didn’t know what you would think.”
“I love you,” I say. “I’m excited to try this with you.”
He hugs me tightly, we kiss passionately, and then he says,
“Well baby, what do you have in store for me next?”
“This is your night, honey. Why don’t you get on all fours?”
He gets on the bed, hands and knees. I run my fingers over his muscular, lightly furred ass. I see how tight he is, and look forward to tonight’s events.
I take the plug, lube it a bit, and place it at his anus. I insert slowly, a bit in, a bit out, my goodness he’s tight, and he moans the plug slides in the rest of the way. The blue end of the toy protrudes as his ass closes tightly around the rest.
“That will help loosen you up, baby.” I say.
He kisses me firmly, and I see his cock is already hard from the anal stimulation. He pulls me underneath him, biting my neck, tasting my nipples. I gasp as without warning he slips his cock into my pussy. Oh yeah, that’s it. He delivers a good, rough fuck, slamming into my wetness. The thought of him still wearing that plug as he pounds me sends me right over the top. He follows quickly after, growling as he empties into me. Wonderful.
We need a break, so I get up to get drinks. We relax in bed, cuddling, chatting, laughing. We make fun of the X-rated movie still playing, and plot next weekend’s activities. He buys the next round, and soon our talking gets more serious, our actions more suggestive. I excuse myself to get ready for the main event.
I don’t think I can effectively tell him what I plan to do, so I decide to just show him. First, I dress in a red satin chemise; if I’m going to be naughty let’s go all the way. I step into ultra high heels because he’s taller than I am, and in order to make this work I need the extra height. Besides, they’re my favorite fuck me heels.
The plug will have loosened him well, I think, so I decide to go right to the strap on. I step into the harness, sliding the thick cock into my dripping pussy while the other cock sticks straight out in front. This outfit is very hot, I must say. Black leather straps, red lingerie, long hard cock poking out, tenting the satin. My goodness. I handle the toy, looking at my reflection. A cock. Wow. This is power, I think, as I turn to the side, admiring my profile. No wonder guys can’t think when they are aroused. This thing must get in the way.
I walk into the bedroom, cock bobbing in front of me. He immediately sits up and his eyes widen as he takes in my appearance.
“Hey baby,” I say, stroking lube on my cock, “I have it on good authority that you need a good ass fucking.”
His cock is only half-hard and his face has paled a bit. I can tell he’s not one hundred percent sure about all of this, but I think he’d be disappointed if we don’t totally fulfill his fantasy. Besides, I’m on a mission!
I remember from his email account he wants to be fucked from behind so I ask him to bend over the bed. He does so a bit stiffly. I can still see the plug in his ass and it is truly arousing. I take hold and slowly pull and it comes out easily with a tiny plop. Dropping it on the bed, I step forward and come up close behind my man.
He has completely lost his erection. He’s obviously anxious, though trying not to show it, and I know he has conflicting emotions about this. I am a little nervous, too, but I feel I must keep going. And, I’m thinking with a slight smile, I think we’ll all feel much better about this in a few minutes.
I rub my cock between his cheeks, slowly sliding around. I love when he does that to me. This is fun. It’s very fun to have a cock; men must have a blast. I pull my hips back a bit and center the lubed toy at his tiny hole.
His ass opens easily, and I enter just a bit. He moans, startled, but his cock begins to rise. I inch forward, slowly sliding more and more of our new toy into him.
Once I’m in to the hilt, I remain motionless for a time. He needs to relax, to adjust, and I caress his back while his body becomes accustomed to me.
Suddenly, I switch on the vibrators. “God,” is the only thing he says, and I begin a slow, in and out fuck. I sneak a look at his cock and he is rock hard again. I’m not too coordinated, never having had a dick before, but after some practice I get better. Soon my strokes are smoother and longer. As I‘m able to balance on my heels with more of a natural motion they get harder, and rougher.
The vibrator in my pussy is rattling, exciting my entire body and each hip movement forces the buzzing against my aroused clit. The sound of his vibe mutes each time it slides into his ass, and I watch as he brings a hand up to stroke his cock in time with my thrusts.
I start to cum, I can‘t help it, everything is too much. Watching him stroke himself, the cock in his ass, the vibrator buzzing me all cause me to yell as I orgasm. I’m trying to keep pumping him but my legs are quivering so badly. I manage a few more decent thrusts and he groans as he shoots his third load of the evening. Mission accomplished.
I am leaning over him now, my calves aching from this strange new position, and both of us are still shaking from the overpowering sensations. Finally, I have to move, so I turn off the vibrators, and then pull back a bit, gently sliding from his ass. I detach my toys and wriggle out of the harness, such a strange thing, and then crawl into bed next to him. We both stretch out, satiated, limp, proud.
“Thank you,” he says, crushing me against him. “That was wonderful. Better than I imagined. It is something I always wanted to try, and I’m glad you took the initiative.“
“Anytime,” I sigh, wriggling a bit, inordinately pleased with myself. “It was fun! But I don’t think I would want a cock permanently,” I muse, “it’s just too much responsibility.” He laughs.
“Of course,” he continues, toying with my hair, ‘This entire thing could be misconstrued as a major assault upon my manhood. And you know I can never tolerate that.”
I look over at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“Well darling,” says he, hands on my shoulders. “I happened to stumble upon a few of your secret accounts the other day. . . ”
Eyes wide, I think, oh no, surely he didn’t find out about that!
“And tomorrow,” he grins broadly, manhood well intact, “You belong to me!”