Claire Castillo - The anal wife

"O.k.," said Susan, who'd just finished strapping on the dildo, "I think we're in business." She climbed up between Gloria's legs and placed the tip of the plastic prick down between the other girl's soft buns. She used her hands to separate the hot ass flesh and then pushed the head of the bit beef into the small brown hole. "Uuumph," she grunted, lunging forward.

"Omooh, Christ! Yes, yes, yes!" hollered Gloria. "That's just right. Do that harder! Do it right!" She rolled her pelvis backwards onto the big dick. She made sure that all of the thing entered her rear cavity. She was experienced at ass fucking, and she knew just how to get the most of the dildo for her anal cavity. It only took her a minute to get all of the fabulous dildo into her cave. "I got it the way I like it now," she said, rubbing her fanny loaves against her friend's crotch. She could feel the pubic hair from Susan's snatch rubbing like wet silk against her cheeks. "That's perfect, Susan. Give me your hand." Susan gave Gloria her hand Gloria took it and placed her fingers down between her labia lips. She managed to get the girl's finger rubbing at the right angle on her clit. "Now you're in," she said with a gasp and in a murmur. "Now you're going to get me coming. Don't stop, Susan. Whatever you do, don't stop." She waved her hips, rocked her fanny, and quickly started juicing and firing off her orgasm. "Fuck fuck fuck!" she cried out. "That's it!" She reached out and took hold of the bedboard, the same way Susan had. She held onto it and pulled herself up onto her hands and knees. Susan had to come up too, and then the big prick went zooming even deeper in Gloria's bun tube "Ahhhh," creamed Gloria, "I'm gonna… I'm… coming, coming, coming!" She fell back down, exhausted and spent. "Get it out now," she said. "Get it out of there. It's too much."

But Susan was so enjoying the feel of having something like a prick that she wanted to stay in place for another minute or two. "No," she said, "I want to keep fucking you. It's good like this." Gloria attempted to struggle free, but Susan had quickly lobbed her hands around in front. She grabbed Gloria's titties and held on, rode her like that, the big plastic prick up Gloria's tube, her hands holding tight to Gloria's boobies. "Ahhh, shit," moaned Gloria, "you have to take it out. It's too much now. I'm all done,, Susan. Please…"

Finally, after a moment more, Susan reluctantly extracted the huge artificial passion rod from between her lovely friend's buttocks. The tube of synthetic cock, needless to say, was quite greasy and in need of cleaning. Susan unstrapped the thing from round her waist and tossed it aside. "That was delicious," she whispered in Gloria's ear. Then she kissed the other woman on the cheek and lay down beside her. Gloria stared out at Susan. "God, Susan," she moaned, "you really got into it." She reached back and pressed her fanny with her palm. "It hurts a little from that. You really did get in there too much I think."

"I'm sorry," apologized Susan, "but I just couldn't help myself. The passion was so great, Gloria. I could feel you getting hotter and hotter and the same thing was happening to me. I don't know what to say. It was just too good."

"It was awfully nice," said Gloria. "I do have to admit that." She rolled over on her back. "Kiss me, Susan, will you? Please kiss me?"

Susan leaned over Gloria's face. She came close, inches away from her friend's parted lips, and she stroked those thick wet lips with her tongue. She slid her mouth muscle across the entrance to Gloria's mouth and then pushed down hard and filled her friend's oral cavity with a Frenching wild tongue. "Mmm," both girls hummed together. "It's nice when we make love isn't it, Gloria," said Susan. She capped off one of Gloria's titties with her mouth, and licked the erect, sprung nipple. "I like you a lot, Gloria. I'm glad you called this morning."

"Me, too," said young Gloria. "We're going to do this again some time. But you know what? I better get back home and clean house and get dinner ready, or Dave's going to be missing me. Know what I mean?"

"Same here," said Susan. "I know exactly what you mean."

Although neither woman mentioned it, they both secretly meant that they had to get home and get cleaned and dressed so they could service their husbands' anal desires that night.

"Where the hell is dinner?" hollered Charley as he busted through the front door. He was slightly drunk, a bit on the wobbling side, and he grabbed the door frame for support. "Fucking-A", he moaned, "I work all God damn day and I get home and I want my fucking dinner. Where the hell is she?" he slammed the door and stumbled forward into the kitchen "Susan? Susan?" he called out "What the hell goes on here?" Hearing no response, he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else: "What the hell goes on here?"

Loosening his tie and sliding out of his jacket, he made his way down the darkened hallway. "Susan?" he whispered. "Are you here, Susie, babydoll?" He turned around and looked back toward the kitchen. It was then that he noticed, at the end of the kitchen, in the dining room, the set table, the spread silverware, the folded napkins and the unlit candles. In the center of the table was a bottle of wine and beside it a corkscrew: "Shit," he mumbled, more and more in hiccups, "I don't believe it. What's tonight, my fucking anniversary or something?" He undid his belt buckle on his way out of the hallway and into the bedroom.

Charley was looking at his feet as he entered the bedroom. "One potato, two potato, three potato, four," he mumbled before he saw her. He didn't see her, really, but her reflection in the mirror. "What the hell?" he whispered. He turned away from the mirror to inspect the real McCoy. "Wow!" he moaned. "Susie! You look beautiful!"

She lay spread out on their jumbo sized bed with her fanny waving in the wind. Only it wasn't waving, really. It was just sort of pushed out and spread open. She had one hand back on her right cheek and she was smiling from that side, too. Her sphincter muscle, the small brown hole, was available for viewing. "You know," he said, "I couldn't figure out what was going on when I came in here tonight. Now I know. You have a little anal surprise for me, eh?"

"Yes," she said. "Something like that." She rubbed her right ass cheek. "Do you like it when I do stuff like that?" she asked.

"Like what?" he asked back, his eyes glued to his wife's sliding fingers. She was rubbing small circles in her right buttock.

The flesh of her hand was dark brown against the creamy white of her ass cheek. He couldn't keep his eyes off her finger which occasionally stroked down into the slot, there to pick out and poke the sphincter hole.

"I see," said Susan. "I wasn't sure, but I saw these pictures in one of those magazines, so I kind of decided to try it out. You know, if it works in them magazines, maybe it works in real life."

"Maybe," said Charlie, continuing to unbuckle his belt and slide out of his trousers. "Hot damn!" he said, coming to his senses despite the shock of seeing his wife laying on their bed like a nudie picture, and despite the liquor which had earlier slowed him down. "Hot fucking damn!" he exclaimed again. "This is gonna be something."

It was then that Susan slid her left hand into view. In it she held a tube of grease. "There," she said, "is something to help us get started, hey Charley?" She smiled and stroked her lovely blond hair back behind her head. She had on fresh lipstick and her tongue gracefully showed itself in a light curve on the underside of her upper lip. "Are you going to take care of business, Charley?"

"You bet I am," said her husband, climbing out of what remained, of his clothes.