Lush Afterglow

Ohh, Bobby, it's in my ass," my wife of 25 years moaned while looking back at me over her shoulder.

"How does it feel," I asked tenderly, my cock pulsing within the tight grip of her asshole.

"Like I'm a slut. Like I'm your slut."

"That's right, baby, you're MY slut, and your body is MINE, like mine is yours."

"Then fuck me, Bobby. Fuck my ass."

3 Months earlier

"Bobby?"

"Yeah, love?"

"I think I drank too much."

I smiled, "That was my fault. I didn't remember our one bottle of wine in the hot tub rule until after I'd opened the third."

"It was such a nice night though," Beth purred. "Winter seemed so long."

I'd barely been able to get her up the stairs to our bed, and now my princess was laying on her stomach, long, blond, wet hair streaming down her neck to her bare back, but short of the blue cotton panties she'd had on in the tub.

"Well, it looks like we'll have to postpone our wild night of sex until I get back from the conference."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Sorry for what? I had a blast drinking and talking with you until," I looked at the clock on the nightstand, "2 am. Been forever since we did that."

"You're so good to me."

"That's because I still can't believe a gorgeous girl like you ever agreed to marry me," I said with a smile.

"Can you pull my panties off? I don't want to sleep in them soaking wet, and I don't think I can move."

I knelt onto the bed and began pulling her underwear down her legs. And that's when it happened. I'd never been all that interested in Beth's ass, not that it wasn't a great one. My wife's pussy was all I dreamed about. Even after nearly 25 years of marriage, it seemed like it just felt better and better every time we fucked, which was, happily, quite often. So anal was something I'd never asked for in bed.

But I'd left the lights on when I helped her to the bed, and for the first time I could remember, I was inches away and staring directly at her tiny asshole, hairless from waxing, though I never knew she went all the way under with it. My cock sprang to life.

"You know, I don't know if I've ever told you what a cute little butthole you have."

"Ha ha, I'm not THAT drunk."

"Oh, I'm not trying to get in there, just admiring."

"Stop..."

"No, I'm serious. It's really cute. I'm not sure I've ever just looked at it so close before."

"But it's my buthole."

"MY buthole." I said, and then felt Beth's hand groping my quickly hardening cock. "And that's my dick."

"MY dick."

"Fair."

"Um-huh. Well, you can look, but no touching. Just wipe me off with a damp cloth if you cum on my back.

"You want me to jack off on you while looking at your asshole while you sleep?"

"You're the one who was admiring it," she yawned, "and I'm too tired for anything else."

A couple of decades ago, we'd gone through a little period where, when I was horny and she was too tired for sex, she'd encourage me to jack off on her beautiful full tits while she either watched or dozed off. It had been a decade since I'd last done it, as her sex drive had kept going up and up in her forties while mine finally started to taper and we found a perfect balance.

I finished removing her panties, and then pulled off my boxers, my stiff, six inch dick popping free and throbbing. I knelt down on the bed beside her and began to stroke, my eyes went to the slit of her pussy first, but then up to that gorgeous little pink rosebud. Moments later my breath began to quicken.

"Cum for me, Bobby," she softly cooed, and I did, a stream of semen blasting from me across her back and ass-cheeks. "I love that my body still makes you that hot for me," she said, then drifted off to sleep while I went to get a washcloth.

And then, on the night of our 25th Anniversary

Seven years before our 25th, we'd gone to a concert of a band we loved in our 20s, and ended up sharing a bit of molly that the couple standing next to us had smuggled in. It was an impulsive decision (and one that cost us a very expensive Uber ride back home, where we may or may not have manually stimulated each other in the back seat) but also one that we decided was worth repeating every anniversary.

If you've never tried it, I'll say this, it's not that it makes you horny, though horniness is a side effect. What it does is make you very open and honest with those around you and makes everything feel very new. What we decided was, that, once a year, and just by ourselves, we'd indulge.

"Can I lick your asshole," I asked a few hours into our roll the night of our 25th anniversary.

"You want to put your tongue on my ass?"

"Yeah. And in it a little bit"

"So that you can put your dick there later?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Probably. If you like my tongue there, we can talk about the next step."

"Let's shower first."

Showers feel fucking great when you're rolling. The cool water. The way the suds feel sliding down your body and how they look on the gorgeous woman in the shower with you. When we got in, we started kissing and running our hands up and down each other.

"I'm not sure about the butt stuff, Bobby." She said a moment after we broke a long and passionate kiss.

"What aren't you sure about?"

"It's dirty."

"Well that's why we're in the shower."

"I mean, slutty. Like, something women of a certain age do just to make a guy happy."

"You already make me happy."

"Then why do you want to do it?"

I reached up and cradled one of her big breasts in my hand, not answering the question.

"I know you're horny, that doesn't answer the question."

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

"You remember a couple anniversaries ago, when we were playing around I'd put my whole hand inside you."

I reached down to her pussy then and slid a finger along her clit. She moaned in pleasure back.

"I hadn't asked, I just started with one finger, then two, then three..." I'd slid three fingers into her once more, while my other hand slid across her breast, flicking her rock hard nipple. "I like it when you do slutty things with me. I like it when you're MY slut. I want to make you feel like a slut, but one who never has to do anything to keep a guy, cause you're never going to not have me.

"Promise."

"Promise."

She gently pushed my head down till I was on my knees and face to face with her pussy. Then she slowly turned around and pushed her ass towards me.

"If I don't like your tongue, though, it's still going to be a no."

Beth reached her hands back, grabbing her round cheeks and pulling them apart before my eyes, giving me the perfect view of her pretty hole. I knelt there in the steam of the shower for a moment, savoring the sight, before inching closer. Slowly, I pushed out my tongue and began to press it against her back door.

"Oh, oh, wow, Bobby, that feels... weird, but in a good way."

It was all the encouragement I needed, and then I caught the smell of her pussy, and I dove in, swapping between soft kisses and my tongue around the soapy fresh area. My hand moved around to her front and began stroking her clit, bringing even more coos of pleasure from her.

"Ohh, Bobby, you're eating my ass. You're eating my ass and it feels wonderful."

"My ass," I replied with a grin, my nose still deep within the crack of her butt.

"Forever you're ass," she moaned.

I went back to her little bud, and feeling encouraged, started to press the tip of my tongue inside her. I'd been worried about the taste, but floral scented soap was all that greeted me there.

"Oh my god," she giggled, "Is your tongue in my ass? God that feels... oh god, that feels so wild. Ohhhh...."

The giggling was cut off abruptly by a moan as her legs began to quiver, whether from my fingers deftly massaging her clit or my tongue, now a bit deeper in her, I didn't know.

"Deeper, Bobby, I want you in me deeper!"

But my tongue couldn't penetrate the tight tunnel any further. Without thinking, my other hand moved first into her sopping wet pussy, coating it with her juices, and then into the crack of her ass. I slowly pushed it into her. She bent over and moaned as I slowly penetrated her, and then her body began to shake as the orgasm fully hit her. To my surprise, her asshole relaxed even further, and suddenly I was as deep in her as my finger would allow. I began pushing and pulling into her faster, still focused on the rhythm of my rubbing of her pussy as she began to scream with pleasure.