Claire Castillo - The anal wife

He flopped down on the bed and lit up a cigarette. "You're good, honey," he said. "You're really fucking damn good."

She smiled and continued to pant. She was gasping for breath. She had beads of perspiration across her brow and on her upper lip. Her blond hair was matted alongside her face. She was hot and lusty looking, tawdry even, like a true anal slut, a real bitch with plenty of real emotions and desires. Her husband was right when he said she'd come a long way. But he had no idea really how incredibly far. She was laying there moaning in post-orgasmic bliss, but, she wanted even more of the anal fuck, just to tide her over.

Susan reached down to Charley's hot cock. "I want to hold onto it while I finish off," she said. "Is it O.k..?"

"Sure, baby," he said. "You just help yourself."

So she lay there, moaning, with her fingers tied to his penis, with her cunt open, her asshole hot and bothered. She reached under her body with one hand and spread her long tender loins. Her smooth blushing flesh was still too hot to stop. She worked a finger up into her anus. "Will you play with my clit for another minute?" she asked him. "It'll only take a second."

"I thought you were all through," he said, reaching down between her legs.

"I was," she said, "but I can pop off one more little climax if you help me."

He gladly pinched off her clit. The knob was rubbery and wet. It was coated with fresh ooze, oily and upright. He flicked it back and forth, pinched it, and rubbed the clitoris. Soon she was mounting toward a new orgasm. "I'm getting there," she grunted. "Just… another… ahhhhh, yessss! Fuck!" She pushed his hand away from her twat, fucked herself once more in the asshole with her finger, and then, suddenly, crawled into a tight ball of blond flesh.

"Oooooh," she panted, "that was perfect, Charley. Just right." She put her head up on his chest and rested breathless there. Tenderly, Charley stroked his young wife's blond mane. His fingers glided through her silky hair and he held her like that for a moment, or two.

"You know," she asked, "I sort of wondered how you got into this anal sex stuff, Charley. I mean, when we were going out in high school you never mentioned it. I mean you used to fool around with my butt every now and then, but you never really did anything. Did you ever fuck another girl up the asshole?"

Charley didn't know whether or not to be honest with his wife. He'd never told her about other women before, and he wasn't sure it was such a good idea. He hesitated before saying anything.

"I won't be jealous," added Susan. "I'm just curious." She was laying with her face flat on his chest, and she was looking in the direction of his prick. She reached down and massaged his loins with light fingers. She squeezed his muscular thighs every now and then, and sometimes she stroked his prick. "I promise not to be jealous, Charley," she repeated. "You don't have to worry. I know you love me."

"Alright," he said. "It was a while ago. She was very young and I didn't know much myself about it. But she knew everything, I guess. She was that kind of girl know what I mean?"

"A whore?" asked his wife. "You did it with a whore?"

"Well, I guess that's what she was," admitted Charley. "She cost a lot more than your average hooker, but I guess she really was a whore. One of the high class kinds, you know. My father fixed me up with her. It happened almost by accident. I was sitting around one night and he asked me if I wanted to meet a friend of one of his clients. I guess he saw I was going a little stir crazy."

"You were horny, honey?" asked Susan, continuing to play with Charley's big cock and balls. She ran her fingers along, the inside of his thighs. "You were horny and Daddy fixed you up with a hooker!" She laughed a bit, squeezed his prick, and said: "Well? What happened?"

"Well," said Charley, lighting up another cigarette, "she took me to a hotel and…"

"She took you?" asked Susan. "You didn't have to go get her?"

"No, she had a car and all. She came by the house and…"

"What did your mother say?"

"She didn't know anything about it. It was on the sly and all."

"Oh," said Susan. "I see."

"Anyhow, she came by and picked me up and we went out and had a drink first. I was pretty shy then, but this girl was real nice. She knew her business. She had me sit down next to her in one of those tight booths and she started sliding her hand up and down my leg. I guess Dad paid her pretty well. Anyhow, she started working her hand up and down my leg while we were sitting in the bar. I really liked that. I mean there we were in public and all and she didn't give a damn. Nobody could see us because of the table cloth but she was still going at it pretty damn strong. So I started doing the same thing. She had on one of these short red skirts that went up around her thighs if you just touched the thing. And it turned out she wasn't wearing any underwear. I found her snatch and all, and boy was I surprised when I found out she didn't have any panties. I expected to run into her underwear, but there it was, her open cunt and all. She was already juicy, too. Not like some of your old whores you read about. She was wet and all. She didn't give a damn how hot she got. She was like that. So I started fingering her and she started getting hot and all. Finally, she said we ought to go someplace where we could work things out a little better. I said that was fine with me, because, well, I had an erection already. Luckily, it took a minute for the waiter to bring the check and I cooled off a little. You girls are lucky that way, you know?"

Susan chuckled. "I suppose so. What happened next?"

"Well, next I went with her back to the car. She knew a couple of good hotels and she asked me if I wanted a view of the city. I said alright, but the closer the better. I was pretty hot by then. She took me to a private club sort of place, up over Sunset Boulevard. We checked in on a card she had. It must have been a kind of private affair or something. She had a credit card specifically for that place. She led the way to a room and inside she undressed right away. I was out looking out over the city for a minute and when I turned around she was standing behind me all naked. She asked if hiked the view. She had big round titties and a flat belly and long legs. She was very young, like I said, and I couldn't believe how pretty she was for a whore, Anyhow, she asked me if I had something special in mind. If I wanted to do it a couple of times or what. I said I wanted to fuck her and that was about all I'd thought about. She said O.k. and helped me undress. You know, with her hands all over me and all. Then she took me over to the bed with her, sort of led me there like I was a little kid. She said that she didn't have to wash my cock because she knew I wasn't the kind of boy who'd been out doing it with a million dirty women. She sucked me for a while then and then I fucked her. But I wasn't completely happy with it. It was pretty fast and all, and she knew how I felt.' So she rolled over on her belly and said that if I wanted I could go for a rear screw. I must have blushed or something because she smiled and said that she knew I'd never done that before, but that it was easy and a lot of fun. So I climbed up on her, butt and rubbed around for a while, and then I stuffed her asshole. That's really all there was to it."

"Did she take you home?" asked Susan in a, little girl's voice. "And put you to bed, too?"

"I thought you weren't going to be jealous," said Charley to his young wife.

"I'm not," she said. "But as you told that story something funny happened."

"What's that?" Asked Charley.

"Look," said Susan with a big smile. Charley looked down, between his legs when Susan moved her head out of the way. He had a big hard-on, and he hadn't even felt it coming on. "Well, I'll be damned," he said. "How about that. You want to go for three?"