Claire Castillo - The anal wife

"Sure," said Susan. "What the hell!" She took some of the lube oil from the tube which was handy to her, and she spread it on Charley's dick. "Now whenever you think you can get your mind off that hooker," she said, "you can get your cock off in my asshole." She smiled and showed him her buttocks and the brown hole. "I think we can take care of that right now," said Charley. He climbed up between his wife's smooth buttocks and went for a preliminary slide between the ass cheeks. Then he aimed his cock head into the sphincter muscle. It didn't take much of a push for him to get all the way into the slippery smooth muscle. His cock shot down into her bowels and she moaned with delight. "Oooh, yeah, good!"

He pumped up and down a few times. Susan's anus was looser than before, seemingly more ready. She wiggled her hips and thrust her buttocks back on her husband's flesh prong. "Oooh, God," he grunted, "that's terrific, Susan." She had slid all the way back against his groin, flush with it, and she had his prick buried in her asshole.

He pushed her flat on her belly so that he was completely on top of her back. He reached around and grabbed her breasts with his kneading fingers. A moment later his stiff muscle was throbbing inside Susan's tender anus. She moaned for a minute or two, and then, when Charley started squirting off, she grunted and panted. "Fuck me good," she sighed. "Oh, yes… fuck my asshole good." It didn't take long for him to flood the anal cavity with hot sperm juice.

When he yanked his prick out of her fanny he was tired and ready for sleep. He lay back and smoked one more cigarette. Susan went to the bathroom for a minute and when she came back she said: "Am I as good as that whore was?"

Charley smiled: "Better." She climbed into bed alongside him. She was as content as a little girl with a new toy. She'd won a very special anal prize from her husband, Charley Bunkers.

The idea for Susan's next anal adventure came to her in a round about fashion. It was a horny Thursday morning, close to eleven, when she realized that she was feeling a bit of a crave between her buns. She'd tried to put it out of her mind, and she did a good job of it for a short while. Going here and there in the kitchen, cleaning the stove, washing the dishes, even scrubbing the floor, she'd managed to convince herself that she could wait until Charley arrived home. But during her shower, with the steamy water and the oily soap stimulating her naked flesh, it was everything she could do to keep from applying her finger to her tight little sphincter muscle. At one point she gave in, even, and fiddled with the crater and some hair soap, stuffing her asshole in the shower, but this proved only more frustrating, made her even hotter for some sensuous love-making than before.

But she tried to put her mind off it by reading a newspaper which Charley had brought home a few days before. She sat on the livingroom sofa with her short house coat loose around her chest, her titties flowing out from the lapels, her long smooth legs fully exposed. The newspaper wasn't the regular sort. It was some sort of "hip" journal and eventually Susan made her way to the advertisements on the back pages. There in the personals section she discovered that there were a great many other people like herself with lots of different sorts of lusty desires. She smiled to herself about the idea of calling a complete stranger for the purpose of gratifying her sexual needs. At one point she put the paper aside and discounted the idea, but then, finally admitting that her desires were stronger than her will, she scanned the paper for the sort of thing she was interested in. She found one that seemed interesting and it only took her a minute more to locate the man by phone, He agreed to come to her house shortly after noon.

Susan quickly arranged the place in such a fashion that it would look neat and attractive. She would, of course, have to explain to the man that she was married and that they only had a certain amount of time with which to consummate their relationship. When everything looked the way she wanted it, including clean sheets on the bed and romantic lighting in the livingroom as much as possible given the time of day she again sat down on the sofa and this time she was wearing her short skirt, a loose blouse, and she had her hair tied up in a bun. She looked like a lovely little high school co-ed, ready and willing to try out just about anything just so long as her husband Charley didn't find out about it.

The doorbell rang about five minutes later and she pushed her cigarette out in the ash tray on the coffee table. "Come in," she said. "It's open." The door swung open, and to Susan's delight, there stood a handsome young man, blond like herself, well-built and well-dressed. He was smiling and his blue eyes took Susan in, checked her out from ankle to eyes, in about two seconds. "Hello," he said, stepping into the livingroom, "my name's Andy."

"Come in, Andy," said Susan, standing up to shake hands with the stranger. He carried a black leather bag in one hand and he switched it to the other hand in order to carry out the greeting. "Glad you called," said Andy, shutting the door behind him.

"Me, too," said Susan "But I have to explain I'm married and I've never done anything like this before, you know, with a stranger and all, and I sure hope you'll help me keep this a secret."

"I'm married, too,!" said Andy. "So I understand."

They sat down on the sofa with a bottle and an ice bucket and glasses which Susan had earlier prepared. They drank a bit, slowly but surely broke the proverbial ice, working quickly through the questions and answers they had for each other. "I only just got into anal sex," explained Susan. "I like it so much I feel like a little girl who's discovered sex for the first time. What about you?"

"Oh, it's more or less the same. I've always liked to fuck a good set of buns, but it took me a long time to get good at it and all. I used to worry that I was going to hurt the girl or something, you know. But now it's as natural as combing my hair." He eyeballed Susan's long smooth thighs. "You have nice legs," he said. "I bet your ass cheeks are just as smooth."

"Want to see?" she replied with a warm smile.

"Wouldn't mind," said Andy.

She put down her drink and stood up in front of the coffee table. She hitched up her skirt and turned around. "Bend over a little," said Andy. "I want to see the hole." She leaned forward. He had a perfect view of her firm round cheeks, of the brown crater and groove. "It's nice," he said. "That's very nice indeed."

"Now," said Susan, standing back upright and letting her skirt fall down to place, "maybe I should take a look at you. Just tube sure I'm getting a fair exchange, eh?"

Andy laughed and then stood up. He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop. Then he pulled his underwear down. "Wow," exclaimed Susan, beside herself with joy, "this is gonna be fun." She came over beside Andy and put one arm around his neck. The other hand coasted down between his legs. She squeezed his thigh and then stroked his genitals. "You have a big meat, Andy," she said, "and I'm gonna like it when you put that thing in my asshole." She kissed the stranger's lips and she used her tongue to tour the inside of his mouth. By the time they broke away, Andy had a hard-on and Susan was heating up. They were both blushing and hot.

"Where's the bedroom?" asked Andy.

"This way," said Susan, taking him by the hand. "Don't forget your little black bag there. By the way, what's in that?"

"Oh, you know, the usual, a few things to make it exciting for you. That's all."

"Good," she said, as they entered the bedroom. "I put fresh sheets on the bed just for us."