Ass, Taking His.

I thought of the title like if it happened what would the labels for this post be?

His ass isn't entirely virgin mind you. His ass has fooled around like a nervous slut out on lovers lane in the dark probing around and deciding how far she will go...

He goes limp of body, but not of cock when it is probed with a tongue..

Usually that is accompanied by a past or fantasy tale of my (limited) experience and (growing) desires for probing a tight but willing, familiar to my fingers, but not as much to my tongue gentle configuration that I own but cannot reach.

I have done, "the shocker" mid fellatio, but its not much of a shock to have a finger gently inserted and curved up if you have been stroking his perineum and balls and circling his tight little pink rosebud with a fingertip.

I even once ruined a fairly fresh set of french tips deliberately trimming off the ends on my middle and index fingers in anticipation of finger fucking him, before he was even home from work. (This is some time ago when my only extra-marital kinks were online and a male friend confessed how much he loved when his girlfriend fingered his prostate and how he was embarrassed to ask for it. I fucked hubby that night in solidarity of my friends desire who got off repeatedly he told me later on the email I sent about it.)

So like I say, not a virgin, and potentially my husband could turn into a hot little anal slut...

Jumping that chasm though is daunting even when I have measured the distance and am sure of my footing on the other side.

I am going to try and find the picture I had saved then deleted when I chickened out showing it to him...following is the fantasy I had in the shower imagining how it would go...since it was fantasy I conveniently had a strap on and harness in the bedside table in easy reach when he was mentally and physically primed to accept the assault on his tight little ass. The fantasy from the shower:

~~~~~I emerged from the steam of the shower. I rubbed my smooth, bare body vigorously with the soft towel and wrapped it around me. I positioned it high, modestly covering my breasts, but letting my ceeks nearly extend below the hem...

Stealing his pillow and adding it to mind I propped myself on the bed positioning my ass towards the end of the bed. "Come here.." He eagerly did of course.

"I have a picture at the end of the slide show that made me want to try a position..Let me show you why its hot...put my legs over your shoulders, and look into my eyes...as you slowly enter me.."

His eager, rigid cock finds my slit and wet with fantasy, and a little soapy shower fingering (gonna regret that!) it slides right in.

"That's nice, but not what I had in mind." ......"Take my ass, gently but firmly...take your pleasure.."

Slack-jawed, eyes glazed he pulls his cock out of my wet cunt drippping with my desire....(Ok that sounded like pad romance novel..gotta clean up that line)

Pressing my resisting hole, he hesitates, I urge. "Take it!"

He eases it in. First the head, then a bit more, then at length, the whole length. Each gentle probe, I push back and envelope a little more, until it is snugly, firmly encased in my tight, gripping, slutty hole...

I like that word in this context..

He pulls back but not out...my grip holds and his 'assfucking' consists of my unyielding ass stroking the inside of his cock with the skin of his cock held in place in the tight walls of my tight ass...~~~~

~this portion of the fantasy I accomplished but not in this context..it was in the cheerleader babysitter fantasy where I had prepped her with a good tongue fucking and held her and reassured her as he eased his cock into her tight little untested asshole...he almost came immediately from the description more than the ass fuckery- I think~

~~~~ In fantasy I talked to him about how good it must feel to drive a hard cock into a tight ass, to take it to own it..to make it beg for more....

I paged through the pictures turning my head slightly to see the progress of the pics anticipating the final one..describing the scenes, what made it hot..the kinky thoughts it made me consider...

"I explained...isn't it anal play hot from this angle, looking into my eyes, seeing me fear then accept the pressure...?" gaining his assent....fingering my self, fast little circles on my clit...probing with a couple, licking off the cream..."I can't WAIT for my turn.." as I reach the final picture. "Trade me places.."~~~~

I gotta get a feel-doe ordered.

His and Her Porn.

I had very lurid fantasies in the shower as I soaped and probed and cleaned and shaved everything smooth in the shower. All about his reaction and mine when he saw the pics I had selected especially a couple I had selected...the one here was one of several I knew he had already seen of my surfing and was the most tame in the series..you have to look to realize she is wearing a harness and that he is probably impaled on the shaft of her 'cock'. I need to look and find the Tumbler I saw this on both to give credit and so you can see what he was surfing following behind me.

Hot stuff. I did show him this, after I had him sit, naked in my lap, my laptop on his knees. I was reaching around stroking him. I said, I want to be your hands while you get off to some porn! I controlled the progression of pictures he paged at my direction. I wish I had more time to set it up, we jerked (so to speak!) from frame to frame from one disjointed fantasy to another me whispering hoarsely in his ear what it was he was to see and fantasize about in each one...

I had a VERY vivid imagining of where this was going to lead, and had a final shot ready loaded in the last (30th-ish?) picture. I chickened out though and stopped mid stroke and mid fantasy and told him to show me his que.

Even that, while hot, was disappointing...he help me in his lap but I wanted him touching me fingering me, violating me with his hands and his kink.

His pics were safe choices...cute girls, but not airbrushed perfection...a couple of PTA mom looking amateur shots were interesting and I wondered if they were selected because they were to not make me feel like I had to compete? I don't know probably over thinking.

Noticed nothing in the whole "Girls Gone Wild", "Hot Co-ed", "Slutty Cheerleader", "Naughty Babysitter" genre. I even asked him about that, He shrugged and explained honestly that he tends to avoid that area more as our daughter ages towards those ages...said he'd hate to find himself wondering about her friends in those ways..actually pretty interesting conversation in a non-sexy way.

I eventually had to take things in hand so to speak and began masturbating for him as he turned the pages..that was hot, but me masturbating for him isn't new , really..

We had a good time and agreed to "dueling porn" in the future.

Downside is we have decided this 'our' porn computer. and even with compulsive hand washing style vigilance to clearing cash and shutting down and having it set to automatically log out to demand a password I am paranoid of posting from this...

I did push his buttons in a good way with a little made up babysitter story I told him when we finally put the laptop aside and fucked in earnest.

I told of us hiring a college girl short on tuition...her explaining it was babysitting or stripping, and she mostly objected to the stripping lest she be seen...led to her doing some dancing for us, then staying over for instruction not offered in her major's syllabus....pretty penthouse forum stuff but hot to push him a little.

Anyway I want to write up the fantasy of what SHOULD (maybe will?) have happens if I had shown him the hentai picture of little Kewpie looking into little johnny's eyes as he lay on his back, knees up taking the whole length of her strap-on up his tender, but willing ass.

~by the way~ what is it with Japanese hentai with the submissive male with the MASSIVE cartoon cocks...WTF? Kinda out of scale for the scene? maybe cultural? somebody explain that please?

Fireworks...

We were invited to a pool party on the fourth by some younger friends. They live in a nice but fairly inexpensive condo. The complex is located on kind of a rise and the opening of its U-shape faces towards the campus area. The plan was to partake of some adult beverages poolside and watch the fireworks over the city from there. Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself here.

The condo association has a clubhouse with a bar that they reserved. It sits next to the pool area. When you reserve the clubhouse, it is common and expected for the party to spill over into the pool area, but the pool area isn't subject to being set aside. This is not a huge deal, but probably more than half the units have been rented out to students by absentee landlords.

Students/alcohol/guests combination has resulted in predictable problems so now the unwritten rule is that the non-guests crowd into the farther end of the pool. The last time we went, it was not attractive. I recall elbowing hubby when he was ogling a coed that now that I think about it did have an amazing ass. (I was in reigning-him-in mode then, so I kinda hadda do it.) The low point was when someone actually threw up on the deck.

So, understandably, hubby was a bit ginger on his approach. When he got around to mentioning the party, it almost too late to decide. He finally said, "Eric and Kellie are having a party but I'm guessing that's a no?"

"A pool party?" I asked (as if that wasn't the very thing he remembered I would find distasteful).."That sounds like a great way to deal with this humidity.."

When he mentioned that it was that night (the third actually) I rushed around pulling things out of drawers trying to decide what to wear...

I have been trying to encourage hubby's pervy ideas without being obvious about it. I want to see how much he will push if I give him some lead. He tried to be casual about it, but it was obvious he was pretty excited thinking about it when he said, "The blue bikini looks great on you..." Like he was only suggesting it because of the color.

The fact that the legs are cut above my belly-button and the front scoops so low I have to have a VERY good shave. This is a no-landing-strip suit! The top actually does a decent job of holding in what it should, while looking like you are about to fall out. It is under wired and has some sort of spongy filler in these little pockets. Hubby likes it when I go without the pads because nipples are totally outlined in the stretchy fabric.

Anyway, I was confidant that I looked OK, maybe even hot in certain circles..but with college students as competition? I kind of wished I had covered up with a top and shorts or something so I could get the lay of the land before I did the grand strip (or hide!). Instead I had on an absolutely sheer "cover-up" (so-called) that covered nothing, but does camouflage a little with a faint tropical print. It is open down the front anyway, so basically it hides nothing.

The topper was the shoes. He pointed to a pair of strappy white sandals. Sounds reasonable, I know. But this particular pair has 3" heels! Uber-slut models by the pool. AAKK.
We got there about dusk..I was fidgeting the whole way there in the car.

Interestingly my fears were for naught as there must have been a kegger somewhere. There were less students than I have ever seen at Eric and Kellie's. There were (maybe 10-12?) couples and a handful of guys that were loosely invited by our friends. I think some were neighbors of theirs, I wasn't clear how it all came together. Everyone seemed to have some kind of work connection but it went like, Jane works with Mellisa's husband who is in a a league with Josh who invited a coworker...(well you get the idea..a collection of strangers)

A bit of drinking had occurred before we got there and a couple of girls were shrieking that whole "You better not throw me in" tease. They of course were summarily tossed in, one without a suit. Well not naked, just in a top and a skirt. A lovely light neutral shade of taupe. Which disappeared entirely when her lovely olive skin showed through..I let him ogle that..I was pretty impressed with her breastworks, myself.

About then, attracted by the giggles and shrieks I imagine, a couple of guys that apparently live there found reasons to walk past the pool. Repeatedly.

In my new, "encourage them all see what happens" mode, I made eye-contact with one and hoisted my beer subtly. His mouth actually gaped and he gave a feeble wave. He was back in short order with a slightly more confidant appearing wing man, who made a big production of taking off his shirt and flexing a bit as he eased into the hot-tub attached to the pool. They had brought their own, sort of. Looked like about an 18 pack of keystone light, but the way the box sagged, it probably was a couple of six-packs shy...

I then realized I had been watching all this, and that hubby had been watching me watch them..He had a bit of a glazed look in his eye..I decided to push it a little. There was already a couple in the hot tub that we sort of know...I said to hubby, "Lets go claim a spot in the hot-tub with Tabitha and Luis before the college kids take over!"

I maneuvered to where I was to hubby's left sandwiching him between me and the quite tipsy Tabitha. I decided to distract him a bit by 'accidentally' jostling him into Tabby's boobs. Repeatedly.

This I thought made it less obvious that I had arranged myself next to the shyer of the two college (I assume) boys. The 'studly' one was openly staring at my boobs..(well maybe Tabby's too.)

Hubby thought he was in heaven I am sure and that was BEFORE I started the through-the trunks hand-job, while maintaining both eye-contact and my end of an actual conversation with Luis. He almost gave the game away when I yanked the bow holding his short tied and freed his cock underwater...he recovered nicely though and seemed to know that he couldn't be trusted to talk. I gestured about something and made an excuse to look over to the boy on my right. Sort of odd that I kind of couldn't watch him watching because he was too close, you know? But I did meet his eye, still stroking with a firm grasp under the water and he HAD to know what I was doing...

In my feverish brain I pictured him reaching for my other hand and guiding it to his turgid member. But no, that didn't happen. I scooched his way a little. I was quite literally leading hubby by his cock. Pull hubby, move closer to my prey, pull hubby..it seemed I got away with it...Eventually I had the side of my thigh pressed up against the kid's. (That sounds just pervy)...I don't have whole lot of MILF/Cougar/young stud fantasies usually, but this just looked like a porno set and I was acting the part.

My leg was trembling a bit as I tried to hold it still..and ..what?..wait for him to make a move? wait for hubby to notice?

No footsie, no hand job, no snorkeling-for-cock-blowjob, no finger-fucking occurred. Even the jets didn't cooperate..They tickled, aroused, suggested, but never were in the right place to hit "THE SPOT" I was tempted at one point to face the edge and straddle a jet and hump it for all I was worth.

Wait there was some footsie. Sort of. I hooked my husbands ankle and pushed his foot over to rub Tabitha's leg...he recoiled, she seemed not to notice..(she had consumed another Mai Tai by then so she was past feeling no pain - or apparently feeling no frottage). In a weird way I actually was thinking it would be hot if hubby was feeling her up un-beknownst to me.

Luis at one point was sitting on the deck with an arm across Tabitha's shoulder and I decided he was either at least mildly aroused, or hung like a horse. I tried not to stare.

I appointed myself bar-maid having hopped up to get that last drink for Tabitha. Hubby was nursing his beer, and I changed it for a cold one. I drank a bit less of the Mike's Hard Lemonade than I let on. But played the tipsy ditz a little; bouncing my boobies in and out of the tub.

At some point, someone turned out all the outside lights, even the ones shining out of the clubhouse. We were waiting for fireworks. Some were went off from time to time and I missed each but the trailing streamers. (End of innings? Home run? Hit?).

Someone was showing off his iPhone4 and had some sort of answer on when we would expect fireworks. It seemed really dark around the pool because the underwater lights were on so you could see everyone in the pool and spa and nearby but the shadows faded to black quickly. By now I was keeping my hands to myself because every time the 20 minute timer killed the bubbles you could see everything in the water.

There is kind of a raised deck toward the "student end" of the pool that is high enough to give a better view over these privacy bushes. About 9ish when apparently a show was supposed to start it was suggested we go over there and we all sloshed over. There was a fair amount of jiggling and jostling. I counted 3 boobs and at least one swimsuit bulge besides my husbands and I wasn't TRYING to cop a feel..(really) In my delusional imagination, I kept waiting to be felt up.

It finally happened!

Well it was my spouse so I'm not sure it counts. Also I had been rubbing up against his completely rigid cock for sometime, and well, i was asking for it. He was being subtle about it though, and I sensed, rather than actually saw that the shy guy wait lets call him "the peeper" seems pervier. In the hot tub and as we gathered I sensed he stayed in a position where he could watch but just out of my range. I was standing in front of husband, and he was cupping my still damp suit...curiously it was mostly damp on my venus-mons-ish area..:)

I reached down, pulled the waistband out a bit and guided his hand down my pants. He stiffened..(well THAT was already stiff!) I mean he almost pulled free..I whispered.."No one is looking." (which I believed or at least hoped was untrue.)

His other hand was wrapped around me catching me on my ribs just above my belly...I placed his hand right on my right boob and squeezed his hand like I'm teaching a blind boy what to do with a boob. Sheesh! Finding the nipple wasn't hard because it was as erect as he was. He gave it a little squeeze when I practically chop-stick guided him there. I wanted to stretch the fabric down under and pop my whole breast free but he was already skittish...after a while he eased one hand off my chest and the other out of my pants and crossed them under my breasts...

Fuddy duddy! I thought. He seemed to look to the left and right like all casual then I felt him hook his thumbs into my waistband. He gently, slowly pulled up, a little more and a little more..He was giving me a DAMN WEDGIE!..It was hot! ~grin~ I could feel my entire ass hanging out, and the fabric 'wedging' into my slit was rubbing me just the right way...

Pulled up so it flossed my ass and deep v in the front almost reached my navel, I am sure it looked ridiculous, but I was a bristle with sensations. He pried the fabric out of my lips and over to the side. I was picturing 'the peeper' with night vision goggles drooling over in the corner. Except he wasn't in the corner he was rather close and conveniently was standing in the one place that the crowd didn;t hide what we were doing from all but the most immediate neighbors...Oh I was Hot....I couldn't even look at the peeper as I had been thinking about.

Hubby had no problem at all slipping a digit in then two...

"Fuck me!" I leaned back and whispered in his ear..

"I am" he said out loud, curling both fingers HARD into my g-spot...kind of lifting me onto the balls of my feet.

"NO..with this!" I hissed and grabbed his cock a little harder than I had intended. He held back the yelp though, and I let go of the cock through the fabric but held the fabric as I pulled the front of his shorts down behind me...

The slutty shoes helped with the awkward part, but not entirely he ducked..(or was forced down my my insistent hand on the head of his cock. I think his cock was kind of twisted oddly, but I got it down, between my legs and positioned at the entrance and then it was in!

My legs started spasms...I was trying to stand still and he wasn't actually fucking me so much as filling me up...impaling me, really. He went back to teasing my clit out of my slit...I had forgotten that my entire pussy is completely exposed because the suit is dug into the lest side of my crotch..He was fiddling and teasing and it felt great.

As Foreplay.

I wanted to get off before I started humming or screaming or I don;t know what..I brushed his hands to the side slightly and just full on frigged myself off in about less than 10 strokes...

It had probably already started but I suddenly became aware of fireworks. To me it seemed they had started just as I came, but I was actually riding a wave when I realized that everyone was watching the fireworks.

Everyone but the peeper..