I got home from a chance encounter with our new friend, Chris. I had just been at his house to watch a game, but one thing led to another and it turned into me sucking his cock to completion in one of the more intense sexual experiences I've ever had.

I was glad my wife wasn't home yet. I wanted to shower and think of a way to tell Gwen about what had happened.  

When Gwen came home, I did my best to act normal.

"Hey, babe, how was work?" I greeted her with a hug and kiss. I wondered if I sounded natural or awkward. Could she tell I was acting weird? Or that I just showered? I was nervous.

"Fine, you?" she answered without distinction.

"All good," I answered. It felt too soon to start talking about it. I chickened out and waited until later.

An hour or so later, she asked if I ended up getting a taco for lunch.

"Yep. Yep, I sure did." I knew that didn't sound like my normal voice.  

"What was that?" She caught onto my heightened nerves right away.

"So... something happened today..." I paused and then trailed off. Even though I rehearsed this several times earlier, the words were nowhere to be found.

"Okay, what happened today?" she waited.

"I actually saw Chris there." I again just trailed off.

"You did?!" Her voice perked up. "How was that? Did you talk to him? Did y'all talk about us?" Now she sounded different. Not nervous, but excited.

"Well..." I paused. I knew I just had to just come out and say it. "So, he invited me over to his house to watch the game, and I went there. And then, umm..." My voice was uncertain, and she could tell. She had to know something was up. She had a questioning look on her face.

"You went back to his house? Two guys watching the game? That's fun, right?" she asked, but still had the same questioning look on her face.

"Well..." I was trying to think of a way to say it. "We fooled around!" I blurted out.

"What? What do you mean you fooled around? You and Chris?" she challenged, not understanding.

I forced myself to hurry up and tell her everything. I started spewing short sentences at her.

"Ok. Everything was normal. Until halftime. Then he brought up our threesome. Then he said he was horny. Then he said he was going to jack off. Then I said I would leave. Then he said, 'No, don't leave, jack off with me.' Then I said, 'I don't do things like that without Gwen.' Then he said, 'You don't jack off unless Gwen is there?' Which made sense, I usually don't jack off if you're with me. Then we started doing that." I spoke fast, rattling off the facts of the case.

"Wait... you jacked off with Chris today? Really?!" she interrupted, but didn't sound annoyed. She sounded excited.

"Well..." I trailed off. This was the moment of truth. I had to tell her. "I ended up... giving him a blowjob," I said, hanging my head down in shame and disbelief.

Her mouth dropped open. She had a blank stare.

"I know, I shouldn't have done it. I know. And I'm sorry. It just... it just happened." I shook my head from side to side. I looked up at my wife for her response. She slowly formed a little grin of disbelief on her face.

"Ok... wait. You gave Chris a blowjob? Today? At his house?" she questioned.

"Umm, yes. I did. We weren't going there to do that. We were just going to watch a game. Then, we were just going to jack off and watch videos of him fucking his ex-girlfriend. I didn't know about that either; he just started playing these sex tapes of them. Then it all got really intense. Then he just said he wanted me to suck him and kinda pulled my head down to his lap. I just went with it." I wished I hadn't included that he pulled my head down to suck him. It made me sound subservient to him, but I didn't think before I spoke.

"Did you... like it?" she asked shyly. "Did you like sucking him? I mean, you seemed to really like sucking him last time. Did you like, finish him off?" she suddenly asked, sounding more excited now.

I paused for a long time. This was another moment of truth. I had to tell her the truth.

"I did sort of like it. And yes, I did finish him." I again looked to her for a response. She said nothing, just looked off into space, as though she was contemplating something, or picturing me sucking him perhaps.

"So, it was like... a gay thing? Do you think y'all could be gay?" she questioned, looking back at me.

"No babe, it wasn't a gay thing. I mean, I know it sounds like it, but it's not," I tried to explain. "It's like the other day when we all got together. It was just sex stuff. Neither of us are gay. Well, I'm not. And I'm pretty sure he's not."

"But it was just the two of you. And you gave him a blowjob. How's that not gay? Or at least bi?" she asked.

"Well, I guess because I'm not gay. Or bisexual. At least by my definition. I'm not attracted to men at all. I'm ONLY attracted to women. But, when it comes to sex... I guess I like cocks too." I couldn't make eye contact with her. I wondered how it all sounded in her mind.

"Well, you have to be at least bi to give a guy a blowjob, don't you?" she reasoned.

"I guess you could see it that way, but I don't. I think bi means you like men and women. I don't like men. But when my sexual engine gets running, I don't mind playing with a guy's dick. And even then, I only want to do that with you, not alone. I promise. This just kind of... happened. I liked doing it the other day when you were there. So, today I didn't stop it. I should have. I'm sorry," I tried to explain.

"Have you ever done that in the past?" she asked.

This was another moment of truth. I was finally going to tell her about my past. I was actually happy to get this out in the open.

"Yes. When I was younger I had some buddies and we would exchange handjobs or blowjobs from time to time. But even then, I didn't 'like' the guys. It was just to get off," I tried to reason.

"Like, how many times have you had sex with guys?" she kept pushing for information.

"Listen, the only reason I didn't tell you is because you never asked. I figured you didn't want to know," I explained.

"So, how many times?" she insisted.

"Just trading hand jobs? I don't know, lots of times. When we were horny and didn't have a girlfriend, we'd watch porn and masturbate. Then we tried doing it to each other because it was better than doing it to yourself. Eventually, I did go down on a guy. But, only twice. Well, today was the third time, I guess," I explained.

"I guess I just never thought to ask," she replied. "You just don't seem like a guy who would be with other guys."

"I didn't know how to offer up that stuff. Since you didn't ask, I figured you didn't want to know," I told her.

"It just never crossed my mind, that's all," she offered.

Since I was finally able to admit my past, I had to tell her everything.

"I've also done... ya know, anal stuff too," I said, now looking her in the eye and shaking my head up and down. I was determined to own everything I had done.

"Really? How much have you done that? And, which way?" she questioned.

"I've tried it both ways, but I didn't like giving. I didn't like that it was a guy I was looking at. It was weird," I told her.

"But receiving, you did like that?" she questioned.

"Yes, a lot actually. But I've only done that twice, also." All my secrets were out. She knew everything now. I wondered if she would feel differently about me.

"If you liked it so much, why only twice?" she questioned, as if not believing my answer.

"Because that situation just doesn't come up easy, I guess. You have to know someone really well, and trust them and all that," I explained.

"So, do you want to do that again?" she probed further down the rabbit hole.

"I mean, I would be willing to do it again. But only if you were there. Or, if you wanted to use a strap-on, that would be great. Even better actually, because I would be getting my ass fucked by a beautiful woman, and that would be totally hot!" I replied.

"So, you don't want to do that with Chris?" she skeptically asked.

"Oh no. He's way too big, I think. If I ever did it again, it would have to be someone closer to my size. Both times I tried it, the guys were pretty small, so it didn't hurt or anything," I answered.

It was crazy how casually I was telling her about me getting fucked by another guy. I was not holding back at all. It was liberating.

"You think he's too big to do that? Or, would you just have to get used to it and it would be okay?" she asked, suddenly seemingly very curious about this subject. Maybe she wanted to watch Chris fuck my ass.

"I don't think so?" I hesitated. "I don't think I would ever get used to how big he is."

"Well, it's funny we're talking about this. I have to tell you something, also. And it's also about Chris," she said, now staring off into space like I was before. There was concern in her voice. I was suddenly scared of the next words out of her mouth.

"Well, since you admitted something just now, I need to admit something too. Please don't get mad. I didn't know if I should tell you or not. Or how to tell you," she trailed off.

"Wait. Are you fucking him?" I snapped at Gwen. My heart fell into my stomach. My head suddenly pounded with each heartbeat, like a panic attack. If she was fucking him behind my back, I don't know what I would do. But since I let her fuck him once, I knew it would partially be my own fault.

"NO! Not at all. I wouldn't do that, I promise," again trailing off. She clearly didn't know how to tell me whatever it was she was trying to say.

We sat looking at each other for a while. I was calming down with the knowledge that she wasn't fucking him. I was so relieved!

"Then what is it? Have you seen him or something?" I tried to soften my tone to allow her to open up to me, but I still sounded anxious.  

"No, I have not seen him at all. But we have been in contact," she said with her head down in shame now.

My heart pounded hard in my chest again. I had no idea where this was going. I was scared and unsure of my marriage for the first time.

"Go on," I said softly. Those were the only words I could muster to say.

"So, he actually texted me the day after we went to his house. It was just a text saying that he really enjoyed having us over to his house, and he asked if I liked it as much as he did," she spoke slowly and was careful with her words.

"And...?" I replied.

"I told him I did like it, and thank you for having us over," she again chose her words carefully.

"And...?" I said, afraid of her next answer.

"Then he asked me if I liked having sex with him. And if I liked his larger, you know, size. And stuff like that," she answered my question, but I could tell she was holding back.  

"And how did you answer?" I tried to say in a soft, welcoming tone. I didn't want her to feel like she couldn't tell me about this. I wanted her to feel okay talking openly about it.

"I told him that I did enjoy the time at his house. And that it was intense and good sex and all that," she said, surely downplaying her actual response to him.

"Oh, come on. You had to say more than that, babe. And a lot differently, I'm guessing?" I joked, pushing on her leg. That broke the tension. She smiled.

"I mean, yes, those weren't my exact words. But, do you really want to know what I told him? It was stuff I shouldn't have even been saying to another man. I'm afraid it will hurt your feelings. I realize I should never have answered his texts without talking to you. I feel like I've done something very wrong, and this could hurt you. And I never want to hurt you or us!" she expressed with true sorrow.

"Ok, I get that. And you're right, you shouldn't have talked with him behind my back. But, if you tell me everything and we agree that from now on, everything is out in the open, I'm ok. I mean, I did something I wasn't supposed to do today, too!" I smiled with an embarrassed look on my face. "But, I came home and told you right away. We need to be open and honest with each other."

"Are you sure you want to know, though? I feel so bad, honey!" she said as she put her arms around me and squeezed tightly.

"Yeah, babe, it's ok. Thank you for coming clean now. And yes, I do want to know what you said to him. You're my wife." I whispered in her ear with some soft kisses. "What did you say to him? I know it's going to be more detailed than what you've said so far. It's okay."

She pulled away and wiped tears from her eyes.

"Yes, it's more detailed. It's been kind of racy," she shamefully admitted.

"Oh... you've been SEXTING him. That's why you feel so bad." I told her.

"Well, yes, I guess. He asked if I liked... his 'big dick'. And I said yes, that I enjoyed it. Then he asked if I liked it in my mouth or inside me better. And I said I liked it better inside me. We went back and forth about stuff like that." She admitted the content of their conversation, but I could tell she still withheld the graphic details.

"It sounds like there's still a lot you're not telling me. What else is there?" I probed. "I assume the language was much more sexual? He was probably asking if you liked him fucking you and words like that?"

"Not really, no. He was pretty respectful. At first anyway. He asked me if I wanted to get together again. He asked me if I wanted him to... you know, fuck me again," she admitted.

"And?" I tried to keep her talking. I was trying not to get turned on, but I could already feel I was growing in my pants.

"I told him yes, that if we got together, I would like him to fuck me again. I'm sorry, babe!" she shamefully told me with tears again in her eyes.

"It's okay, honey. Really. I can imagine you would want to experience that again. It looked... amazing for you. Tell me more, it's fine." I reassured.

"He said that there's one place I haven't felt him yet, and he thinks I would enjoy it," she spoke quietly.

"Oh, he thinks you'd enjoy it if he fucked your ass?" I responded in surprise.

"Yeah, that's what he was getting at. He said it would feel good having him in my ass. But I told him he was WAY too big for that, like you said," she explained, now feeling more comfortable with sharing the details.

"And?" I could tell there was much more to this exchange between them. She got quiet as if contemplating her next words.

"He said he's done it with other women in his past, and all it takes is building it up to get used to the size. Just start small and then go bigger and bigger until it's comfortable, you know? He says they all liked it a lot, once they were able to take it. And they would eventually ask, or even beg him to fuck their ass," she explained how he was persuading her.

"And what do you think? Do you agree? Are you thinking of letting him fuck your ass? I mean, you've hardly ever let me do that." My tone wasn't welcoming anymore. I was intrigued and turned on by the whole conversation, but also a little offended she would consider this with him when she's not open to doing it with me.

"I don't know. I'm just telling you everything we've said to each other. Do you not want me to tell you?" she replied, a little defensive herself now.

"Of course I want you to tell me, babe. You're my wife, I should know every detail of what y'all said. Including if you want him to... fuck your ass I guess," I kind of smiled at the idea because I just couldn't wrap my head around it. His dick was way too big for her to take in her ass, or so I thought.  

"I don't know. I guess after that day I've been pretty horny every time I think about it. We've had a lot more sex since then, and it's been really good. Right?" she reasoned. I think she was trying to tell me that she did want him to fuck her ass!

I was shocked at first but then remembered how she's been encouraging me to finger her ass almost every time we've had sex. She even asked me to use two fingers instead of one.  

"Wait a second, this is why you've let me play with your ass so much lately, isn't it Gwen? Are you getting your ass ready for him? So he can fuck your ass?" I asked.

I wanted my question to sound like I was offended, but instead, it came out as if I was more turned on. I was offended, but I guess I was turned on even more.

"I don't know. Maybe? He's been texting me and asking me to do certain things. He gives me instructions like he did that day at his house. I've just been following along. It's been a real turn-on I guess. I mean, our sex life is great right now, isn't it?" she said, defending her actions.

"Yes, it's been great. But I think I need to read these texts. How often do y'all sext each other? Is it every day?" I queried.

"I'm so sorry, babe! I know I should have told you. I wanted to, I just didn't know how to bring it up," she said, admitting they were sexting each other every day by not answering the question.

"So it has been every day," I responded, feeling sad now.

My sexual excitement concealed my concern and sadness, though. I was bothered by this whole situation, but I didn't want to stray from the sexual momentum that was developing or the truths that were finally coming out.

"What other sexual instructions has he given?" I asked to keep the conversation focused.

"What can I do to make it up to you? I'm really sorry. I think I justified it all because I thought you were finally getting the sex life you've been wanting, and the whole thing kinda got my sex drive up again, too. Ever since we slept with him that day, you know?" she offered.

"I know, Gwen. This is partially on me. I let you fuck him and I guess there's a risk in doing that. I didn't think there was a risk, but apparently, there is," my voice now uncontrollably sad and distant.

"No, there's not! There is NO risk here. I would NEVER do anything like cheat on you or anything like that. This was just texting. I justified it like I was doing it FOR you. It would turn me on, and I would come home, and we would have great sex. And the texts themselves were mostly about our sex life, not him," she justified.

"Well, I definitely need to read the whole text thread. Are you okay with that?" I asked.

I was worried about what I would find. Once I read those words, I could not unread them. If she was saying things to him that hurt me, she couldn't take it back. Part of me didn't want to read it at all, but I knew I had to.

"Yes, of course, you can read them. But, there's only a day or two of them on my phone. I'm always nervous about having them on there, so I delete them every day or so. I'm sorry. I was just being careful," she told me. "But, I will tell you everything. I promise!"

I believed her. I could tell she was truly sorry and wanted to make it right.

Part of me wanted to throw her on the ground, rip off her clothes and fuck her right then. Fuck her hard and then roll her over and fuck her ass while calling her a cheating, dirty whore! But, I wasn't sure I could perform with my mind so consumed with what I might read in their texts.

She handed me her phone. I sat down and opened her texts. I didn't see his name. She explained that she never saved his name in her phone, but the thread with the random number was his.

I opened it up, very nervous about what I might read. I scrolled to the top like she said. The texts were only from the day prior. I wanted to know what was said in the two weeks prior to these texts.

"So, this is just yesterday and today. I want you to tell me everything that was said before yesterday. Start at the beginning," I ordered, but in a soft tone.

"Of course. I've told you the short version already," she answered.

"Listen, I want to know EVERY detail about your conversations with him. But, " I took a deep breath, "please know nothing bad will come of this. We got ourselves into this situation. Both of us. So, I promise not to get upset. And you promise to tell me all the details. Okay?"

"Yes. Yes, okay," she responded.

"Hey, let's have fun with this! This whole thing turned you on, so let's not lose that. Tell me all about it, but make it fun and exciting!" I tried to ease the situation to help her open up.

"I will try, I guess," she said skeptically.

"Come here, babe," I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her. She returned the embrace. I held her there, but I kept my hands and arms moving and massaging along her back. Then I moved my hands down to her ass and squeezed her glorious ass cheeks. My pelvis started slow movements into hers.

"Now, tell me what he said that turned you on so much. Even tell me why it turned you on. Do you like it when he tells you what to do? You like being sexually taken by him and submissive to him, like when he fucked you? Is that right?" I whispered into her ear.

She nodded and whispered back, "Yes... yes, I did."

"Then tell me everything. What did he say after the first day?" I said, gently pulling her to sit down on the sofa with me. But I kept up very close, touching the entire time.

"He did ask if I liked it when he held me down and wouldn't let me move," she started.

"And you said?" I begged quietly, dying to know what turns on my beautiful bride.

"I told him I did like it. He asked the questions, and I usually just replied with simple yes and no answers. Although I didn't say no very much," she smirked. "He asked if I liked being submissive to him, like when held me down and you fucked me from behind. I said yes, I liked that. Then, he asked if I liked it when he used his finger in my ass. I said yes. He asked if we have anal sex. I said no." She was breathing harder and getting turned on.

"Did he say 'anal sex', or did he ask if you let me fuck your ass?" I asked. I wanted to know the language they used with each other.

"He started saying anal sex, but a few days later, he changed to fuck my ass. Then he asked if you ever tried to finger my ass or use a toy. I told him no," she admitted.

"But you let him finger your ass that day. And you liked it?" I asked.

"Yes. I couldn't really move. It felt like I was being controlled. Being taken. I liked that a lot," she explained.

"That's very hot, honey. I love that you like being taken. Go on," I requested.

"He told me that he wanted you to start fingering my ass. He made me agree to do it, and then tell him if I liked it. Then, he started talking about me taking him... you know, in my ass. I mean, I never thought about taking one so big back there, you know? I don't even let you fuck me there," she explained.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend that to sound mean, babe!" she offered.

"It's okay," I paused. "I mean, no, it's not okay, but I understand it was fun being submissive to him. I was pretty submissive to him today, too," I offered to make her feel better. I don't know why I wanted her to feel better, though. I was mad she was offering her near-virgin ass up to him after denying me that pleasure all these years.

"So, are we caught up to these texts? I can start reading them now?" I asked.

She nodded yes. The first text was from him.  

Chris: "Hello sexy. Did you like him using two fingers yesterday? It feels better than one, doesn't it? Did you cum harder when your ass is stretched tight?"

Gwen: "Yes, two was better than one. I did cum harder."

I scrolled down further, my heart pounding with each message.

Chris: "Good, I knew you would like it. Did it make you wonder how my thick cock would feel inside your ass?"

Gwen: "Yes, it did make me think about it. I pretended it was you in my ass when he used two fingers. But you're much bigger. I'm still not sure I can take something as big as you."

Chris: "Do you think about me when he's licking you and fucking you? Are you ready to feel my big cock again?"

Gwen: "Yes, I think about you sometimes. Especially when he's fingering my ass. It makes me cum."

Chris: "Now that two fingers feel normal and comfortable, you're ready for his cock in your ass. I want you to tell him to fuck your ass next time you're together."

Gwen: "Yes, I will tell him I want him to fuck my ass. I'm afraid it will hurt."

Chris: "It might just a little at first, but then your ass will get used to it, and it will feel great. I want you to rub your pussy with your fingers and cum while he fucks your ass. Tell me that you're getting your ass ready for me. You will love being stretched tight while you cum."

Gwen: "Yes, I will keep working on getting it ready for you. But I'm not sure I can ever take you back there."

Chris: "You will Gwen, and you will love it."

Gwen was very submissive to Chris over texts. I guess it was an extension of how she was when he fucked her at his house. He had some power over her. But I was submissive to him just earlier this afternoon at his house, so I guess he had the same power over me, too.

Even though I've always been an alpha male, I wasn't bothered by it as much as I thought I would be. It could be fun for both of us to be submissive, as long as we stayed true to each other and didn't break any rules.

"So, why are we both being submissive to him? He's just a dom and we're subs?" she asked, searching for answers.

"Well, I'm not a sub. But yes, with him, we both seem to enjoy doing whatever he wants. It might be fun, you know, as a couple, to let him... dominate us, I guess?" I proposed.

"I guess so. I never thought I would enjoy the texting and being so submissive. But, it turns me on. We've been having sex all the time since it started," she persuaded.

"We have, and it's been great!" I stared directly into her eyes.

Something immediately changed in me.

"But, you are my wife and your ass is mine! Mine first at least!" I told her, moving quickly, I wrapped my hand behind her neck and pulled her to my mouth. I yanked her body up to stand right in front of me. I pressed my mouth into hers, our tongues dancing and twirling.

"He may have his fun with us sometimes, but when it's just us, you're mine! And I'm about to show you," I said, pressing her body against mine.

One hand pressed against her back while the other squeezed her ass cheeks. I held her body tightly up against mine so she couldn't get away if she wanted to. She returned the kisses and moaned as my hands forcefully controlled her.

After several seconds of kissing, I started pulling her top off. I wasn't slow or gentle. I might have ripped the fabric, but I didn't care. Her arms flew over her head to allow the top off of her body. I pulled her bra straps off her shoulders and yanked her bra down around her waist, exposing her perfect boobs and trapping her arms within the bra straps.

She whimpered and moaned out yet again. She was getting turned on by being taken control of. This was a new side to her.

My hands found her gorgeous mounds of flesh and squeezed them, much harder than normal. I stopped at her nipples and lightly pinched and pulled until her moans turned to slight yelps of both pleasure and pain. I wanted her to know I was in control, doing whatever I wanted to her.

I spun her around, pulling her back against me and kept attacking her boobs from behind with twists and pulls. She moaned louder. I kissed and bit her neck as her moans grew louder.

Then I stopped and whispered in her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you. Fuck you any way I want to. And you know exactly what that means, don't you?" I scolded her.

"Yes... yes. Please," she tried to make sentences, but struggled.

"I'm going to fuck your tight ass. Is that what you want?" I didn't wait for an answer. "Get your slutty ass in the bedroom," I said walking directly behind her, our bodies never losing touch.

Once we got into the bedroom, I threw her down hard onto the bed and yanked her black yoga tights off, exposing her beautiful pussy and legs. I opened the drawer, grabbed a bottle of lube, and left it sitting on the nightstand as a symbol of what was to come.

She reached up and grabbed at my clothes, trying to get them off my body. I stopped her and flipped her over onto her stomach.

"Turn over you little slut. You deserve a spanking for being a bad girl!" I said to her.

"I'm sorry. I have been bad," she said, sounding now like a submissive girl.

I smacked her ass cheek hard, leaving red fingerprint marks on her pale skin.

"You..." Smack, I slapped her ass cheek.

"Have been..." Smack, I spanked the other cheek.

"A bad girl!" Smack, smack, I kept spanking. Her moans proved she enjoyed her punishment.

"Get up on your knees. Show me how slutty my little wife is becoming." She did as instructed.

I was out of my clothes and naked before she could even turn around to look. My cock was already throbbing and hard, pointing up at the ceiling. I crawled up on the bed toward her head. I grabbed her hair and shoved her mouth toward my cock. She immediately opened and started sucking.

"You be a good little slut. Suck me and get me hard and wet so I can fuck your tight little ass," I teased her. "Just like you want to do for him. Don't you? You're dying to suck his cock again, aren't you?"  

"Mmm, hmm," she muffled while her mouth bobbed up and down fast on my hardness.

While she frantically sucked me, I picked up the lube and liberally squirted it on my fingers, then smeared it onto her puckered, tight asshole. She moaned even harder on my dick, sending vibrations down my shaft and balls.

Usually, I start very slow with her ass, using one knuckle at a time. But since I had been working her forbidden hole almost every day lately, I didn't go slow this time. I thrust my whole finger deep into her anus in one smooth push.

"Ahhhmmm!" her muffled attempt at moaning something. I couldn't tell if her moans were pleasure or pain, but I assumed a little of both. She didn't stop sucking, so I didn't stop finger fucking her asshole.

I thrust it in and out, preparing her for the ass fucking she was about to receive. I usually didn't even bury my fingers all the way down to the bottom knuckle, but this time I couldn't push them any further into her tight ass.

I grabbed her hair with my other hand and eased her mouth off my cock. I bent down and kissed her with a gross amount of tongue. She matched my passion, attacking my mouth with her own tongue.

"You're about to get your ass fucked. Is that what you want? To have your ass fucked?" I said calmly and softly to her as I pulled her mouth away from mine.

"Yes, I'm your slut. Please fuck my ass," she softly begged.

I grabbed a vibrator from the nightstand and set it beside her as I moved in behind her. Her ass and pussy were pointing up into the air completely exposed and waiting to be violated. I couldn't resist dropping down and licking her open, wet pussy lips.

"Oh... oh yes! Oh, that feels so good," she exclaimed.

I licked up and down her pussy, diving my tongue deep inside her at the top, then giving her clit attention at the bottom. I didn't want to stop licking her pussy, but I also didn't want to get her too close to cumming yet.

I grabbed one of her arms and placed her hand between her ass cheeks. "Finger your ass while I'm getting ready for you," I ordered her. I had never asked or seen her finger her own ass. I sat back and watched how sexy it was to see her finger disappear into her little hole.

Once she was all the way in and had a nice rhythm going, I slapped her ass cheek. "Harder and faster. Get your ass ready for my hard cock!" I ordered. She complied and started banging her hand into her ass while I added extra lube.

I got on my knees behind her. I had to fuck her pussy first, at least for a little while.

I aligned my swollen cock head at her open and wet lips, just below her hand that was now banging her ass harder than before. It was so sexy, I never wanted the vision to end.

I eased my cock into her wet folds, causing her to scream to fill the roam.

"Ohhhh, yes! Oh, fuck me... fuck me!" she bellowed.

"You like two fingers more than one. Isn't that what you told him? Fuck your ass with two fingers like he told you!" I ordered.

She added her ring finger to her middle finger, opening her ass up even more. I thought she would add her index finger, and stack them together so it wasn't so wide, but instead, she added her ring finger and kept her fingers next to each other, giving her ass as much girth as she could.

I could feel her fingers through the thin wall separating them from my cock, which was now pounding her pussy. My abdomen shoved her hand harder and deeper into her ass with each thrust.

"You remember at his house? With his finger in your ass and me slamming into his hand like this? You loved it, didn't you? You love doing whatever he tells you?" I barked at her.

"Yes. Yes, it feels so good. I'll do whatever you tell me... anything!" she exclaimed back.

I felt my balls start to tighten and my orgasm build up. I knew I had to stop now, or I would finish too soon.

I eased my cock out of her pussy. She knew what was coming and slowly removed her fingers from her ass. They weren't messy, but I grabbed the towel lying beside me and wiped them off.

I stopped and looked down and my beautiful, sexy, submissive wife, waiting for me to fuck her ass. She was giving herself, her ass to me. I will never forget that moment.

"Spread your cheeks apart for me and tell me what you want," I demanded.

Her hands went to each ass cheek and opened them wide. Her little hole was shiny with lube and puckered tight.

"I want you to fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass," she whimpered.

I squirted more lube onto her asshole, causing her to flinch from the coolness. Then I added some more to the head and shaft of my cock. I thought I would use a condom if I ever got to fuck her ass, but there was no way I was going to miss the sensation of her tight ass by wearing a condom.

Once my head was aligned with her hole, I began applying a small amount of pressure.

"Ahh... ahh," she moaned cautiously with each push.

When my head started to push through just a little, I grabbed her hips. Her hands fell from her ass cheeks onto the bed.

"Relax and push back into me," I instructed.

As she pushed her ass back and I saw my head disappear into her anal canal. She left it there for a bit, then rocked back and forth, taking about a half-inch more of my cock with each motion. Her moans became louder with each movement.

"That's it. That's it babe, take my cock in your ass," I encouraged.

"Yes. Yes, I'm gonna take it all, baby," she replied in between deep breaths.

In just a few strokes, my cock had disappeared and her ass cheeks were pressing against my thighs. After the finger banging she just gave her own ass, my average-sized cock was easily consumed by her desperate backside.

I could barely believe what I was watching. I knew I wouldn't last long, so I grabbed the vibrator and placed it in her hand. She didn't move it to her pussy though.

I put my hands on her hips and started slowly pulling my cock in and out of her tight ass. Once it was halfway out, I pushed it back in all the way to the base. I couldn't believe how tight it felt and how taboo I felt doing this. I was finally fucking my wife's ass!

"Oh! Oh yes, do it. It feels so good!" she begged.

I held her hips tightly and started smooth fucking motions in and out of her ass.

"You can use your toy, babe. Make yourself cum. Your ass is so tight, I won't last very long. It feels so fucking good!" I told her.

She didn't use the vibrator, but instead moved her hands between her legs. She was still following Chris' instructions from their texts to use her fingers to make herself cum.

Realizing that she was still following his orders distracted me and postponed my orgasm. Was she still thinking of Chris? Peparing her ass for his cock?

I was upset she might have still been thinking about him at this moment, but also glad that it delayed my orgasm so I could fuck her ass longer.

"That's right, he told you to rub your pussy with your fingers while I fucked your ass, didn't he," I said while I started to fuck her ass harder. She didn't respond, but her fingers kept massaging her clit.

"You like doing what he tells you? Is that right?" I asked loudly. Her head shook up and down. "Well, you better start fingering your pussy like he told you then, you little slut!" I fucked her ass even harder than before, trying to punish her somehow, but she seemed to enjoy it.

"Oh fuck!" she yelled as I pounded her ass harder than I ever imagined I would. Her hand was ratcheting back and forth between her legs.

"Ahh! Ahh!" she yelled louder and louder.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. "You like me fucking your ass? Is this what you've been wanting? You little whore!"

"Fuck! Fuck yes, don't stop!" she screamed back at me.

Her legs began to quiver and shake. I knew she was just seconds from cumming. I kept fucking her steady and hard.

She didn't cum like I expected though. Her legs just kept shaking, like they do right before her orgasm. They shook for a full minute. She was right on the brink of an orgasm the whole time.

"Ahh! Ahh!" she finally cried through the room. I saw tears drip down her cheeks onto the bed.  

Finally, her legs closed up, and her entire body convulsed and shook like I'd never seen. Her screams were silenced to just quick breaths she could barely get in and out of her lungs. She was cumming harder and longer than I had ever seen. Her orgasm lasted close to another full minute.

Her ass tightened and squeezed my cock like I've never felt! I finally released a flood of cum deep into her ass. I pushed deep and left my cock all the way inside her, feeling each flinch of my cock shooting cum into her ass.  

As her body started to calm down, I slowly pulled away.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh!" she belted out as I pulled each inch out of her well fucked ass.

She was still on her knees, but the rest of her body was limp and lifeless. Her breaths were long and deep now, like she'd just sprinted to exhaustion. I lightly pushed her hips forward, allowing her to lie flat on the bed. I collapsed beside her. We both lay there, breathing heavily.

I leaned in to kiss her, which seemed to wake her up out of a trance.

"Oh, my," she mumbled, kissing me back.

I had never seen her in such a sexual trance. I was even more addicted to her than before. I wanted her to feel this sexual pleasure again and again. I was happy because I knew I would keep fucking her ass. I also knew I was preparing her to try and take his huge cock in her ass one day.