Fiona Flask: Anal: Three-Book Anal Erotica Bundle

“It’s a present for both of us.” Hmm, that sounded intriguing. Almost enough to be worth leaving my nice warm bed. I shrugged on my hoodie and spread my arms wide.

“Ta da! All done! Where are we going?” He shook his head at me and did the motion for locking his lips and throwing away the key.

“Not telling. You’ll just have to wait and see.” I pouted at him.

“Not fair. You know how impatient I am.” He laughed because he knew it was true.

“It’ll be all right. Just get in the car and I’ll be right there.” I gave him a scrutinizing look, but nothing about him gave away any hints for the location that he was so secretly guarding. I stuck my tongue out at him and sashayed by him to go and put on my shoes. I waited in the car for about five minutes before he came out the front door and locked it. Damn, he really did have a nice ass. I tried to stop the memories from the night before from leaking into my head, but even so, my panties got a little wet. He climbed in and started driving. He didn’t have a map, so I’m guessing he knew where he was going. I had no clue.

“So… you gonna tell me where we’re going?” He grinned at me and winked.

“Not a chance, princess. It’s a surprise. But a good one, I promise.” I crossed my arms over my chest and fake pouted at him, which only made him laugh. “Are you going to give me the silent treatment until we get there?” In reply, I turned away and stuck my nose in the air, giving him a humph for good measure. I could hear him chuckling. I stared out the window until he pulled the car over. The place had to be on his side of the car because everything that I’d seen on my side didn’t look like anything even close to somewhere that I wanted to go. “We’re here.” I turned to look out of his window. When I saw it I had to laugh. It was a boutique. A sex boutique. My mouth dropped open. We’d joked about going to one, but never had the courage to do it. We got out of the car and went inside. We browsed together, and when he pointed to the strap ons, I blushed a little. He picked one out that he wanted, and we grabbed a nice pair of cuffs to go with it. We had a nice little basket full by the time that we were ready to check out. It’s a good thing that this was the weekend, because I was ready to test some of those toys out.

I crawled on the bed and started kissing my man. It didn’t last long, because I knew what I wanted. I usually fast forwarded past the kissing part of the videos. My husband looked up at me as smiled as he slid down my body and took my rock hard strap-on dildo in his mouth. I couldn’t help it, I was soaking, dripping wet. John’s head was bobbing up and down on my cock and I let out a moan.

John took me all the way into his mouth. My nipples were sticking up through the thin material of the lace bra I was wearing. After a few minutes, I pushed him away and turned him around. He got on all fours on the bed. I got behind him and slowly eased myself into my husband’s ass. My hand slid up to one of my erect nipples and started tugging on it, sending tiny bolts of lightning throughout my entire body. As I watched my thick pole pound my husband’s tight ass, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I let my other hand drift down to my clit, above the strap-on, and I rubbed my pleasure button gently with the tips of my fingers as I continued to pound John’s ass. I wanted to draw this out as much as I could because this scene was absolutely amazing. John was moaning along with me. My thighs were coated in my juices.

“You like my cock in your ass, my love?” I asked John.

“Yes, I love it,” he moaned.

I came, gushing around the strap-on. My pussy contracted. My abs tightened. “I’m coming!” I screamed. I buried myself in his ass, moaning and pumping. The orgasm flowed through me like a waterfall, wiping me clean. John groaned and spurted onto the sheets, and we both collapsed in post-coital ecstasy.

The day after Valentine’s is shaping up to be almost as good as Valentine’s Day.

The strobe lights were flashing bright colors over all the sweaty young bodies in the club tonight… the sweaty young naked bodies. Their gyrating bodies made me flush red and hot under the collar. I bit my lip as I watched the younger people grind against each other. All perky bouncing breasts and erect penises. All of the sudden, I felt like I didn’t belong. Here I was, fully clothed and too old for the crowd, looking onto this scene. I’m suddenly not sure why I came. Who among these people would find me enticing? When there’s bodies like those to contend with?

Interrupting my anxious thoughts, a young man walked up to me, completely naked, and held his hand out for me to shake.

“Hello there,” he said. “You look like you’re new here.”

I blushed and looked anywhere but at his nether regions.

“Yeah, it’s my first time at a place like this,” I told him, “and it’s a little overwhelming if I’m being honest.”

He nodded in understanding. “Why don’t you and I go somewhere a little more private, and we can talk a bit more about what brought you here?”

He held his hand out to me in invitation, and I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I took it. We wound our way through orgies and threesomes before he pulled back a heavy, red velvet curtain to reveal a private little alcove. It was cozy, and it had plush upholstered pillows on a huge round bed. He led me to the side and I sat down stiffly.

“So, let’s start with the easy questions,” he began.

I tried to smile at him, but I’m not sure that I managed it properly.

“Why are you still wearing clothes?” he asked.

I blushed at his boldness.

“Well, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, since this was my first time. So I thought I’d keep covered up for the time being.”

He looked at me like he could see right down to my soul. “It seems like there’s more to it. Go ahead and tell me. Don’t be shy.”

Something told me that I shouldn’t bear my soul to a complete stranger, but in the cozy little bed, it wasn’t really like he was a stranger, it felt more like we were having pillow talk. I took a deep breath and launched into the story.

“I’m… over forty.” I watched as his eyebrows rose in surprise, and I wondered if he would run from me now.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but you really don’t look like it. Are you sure?” I laughed and nodded.

“I’m over forty, and my husband left me for a younger woman. I spent my life pleasing him the way he liked it, but it was never about me and what I liked or what I wanted to try. So tonight I came here to see if maybe I could finally get my dreams fulfilled. The only problem is, there doesn’t seem to be anyone near my own age here. I’ve got nothing to compare to the young women in here, so when they asked me to take off my clothes at the front door, I politely declined.” My cheeks were burning, and I hurriedly looked away at the floor. I hoped that the dim lighting would be enough to hide my embarrassment. He put a hand under my chin and turned my head back to look at him.

“I think that you’re beautiful. I wish I could see more of you, but you really are beautiful.” I wasn’t sure if I was going to believe him, but a big part of me wanted to.

“Why did you single me out of all the women here?” The question slipped out before I had a chance to stop it. He chuckled and leaned back against the pillows.

“Well, you first caught my attention because you weren’t naked, but when I got closer, I could see your face, and like I’ve said, you’re beautiful.”

I was at a loss for a reply. The man took my hand in his and guided it down to his cock. It was fully erect.