Caught in the Act - the Anal Promise

Foreword

This is the much-delayed continuation of my second story "Caught in the Act". I apologise for taking so long but I have a couple of other story ideas in my head, and I needed to get a skeleton of those ideas down before I lost the essential threads of thought. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy and please show your support with ratings and comments.

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The morning activities over, both of us turned our attention to the rest of the day. Rob went to work, and I busied myself around the house for a few hours. By mid-afternoon I returned my attention to the coming evening. Logistics are everything for a night of lust to work as you want.

Kids first; a mid-week sleepover with their father.

Was dinner necessary? Probably not, I decided to just lay out a few snacks and put a bottle of white wine in the fridge, figuring that as I had already told Rob to come home late, he would not want much to eat, and we could rapidly move on to the whole purpose of the evening.

Just how was this going to play out? This morning, I had rather surprised Rob, and he was vulnerable to anything I wished to do, as would anyone caught stroking themselves to their favourite porn short. On the other hand, he certainly knew his way around a woman's body as his morning snack, eating out my cunt, had clearly demonstrated.

The other thought was that I had totally boxed us into a corner with my fuck-talk. In the heat of the moment, committing to getting my anal passage fucked later in the day is the sort of decision I tend to go with when I am fully revved up, mid-session, with a wet pussy and a long thick dick in my hand!

I was beginning to feel nervous about what I had got myself into.

Having started the day in such a decisive manner I realised I was going to have to maintain that level of effort. My thoughts turned towards what I should wear. As I have mentioned before I indulged myself occasionally with, what let's call it, "come fuck me clothing". Since my divorce, money was not plentiful, but I had a small selection of items which I knew would, without fail, cause an uncomfortable bulge in my partner's pants and a corresponding wet patch in my knickers, if I was wearing them.

I had one set of matching French lingerie, a translucent lace push-up bra and a matching pair of backless knickers. The bra held my breasts in half cups of lace which did nothing to hide my large brown areolae and my nipples. The push-up wiring gave me a deep cleavage, which Rob was already familiar with, having had his dick squashed into it earlier that morning. The knickers were, in fact, little more than an inverted triangle of lace covering my runway of closely cropped hair and the slash of my untidy cunt. The lace triangle was held in place by two elasticated lace bands running between my legs, up and under my butt, over my cheeks to the hip where the other two corners of the lace met a band that held the tiny piece of underwear to my hips. Totally dysfunctional, but gorgeous, unless you could describe inducing a throbbing erection and a stream of my juices a purpose.

I also laid out a black faux-leather pencil skirt, with an exposed full-length zip at the rear. Short, the hem well above my knee it showed off my legs and butt to great effect although I could not move around too much in it without having to wriggle it back into place as it rode up very easily. I doubted that this would be an issue that should concern me this evening. If everything went according to plan, I would not be wearing it for long. I finished the outfit off with a white silk T-shirt that emphasized my breasts by resting softly on my skin, bulging from the lace half cups, and hanging loose from my breasts to my waist. For shoes I chose a pair of heels. Combined with the black pencil dress the heels would tighten my muscles just enough to tighten and enhance the shape of my legs.

I had almost guaranteed that I would be getting both of my fuck passages filled later in the day, so I decided to prepare myself for the enjoyment to come. I had a butt plug which I used occasionally for my own pleasure, using it mostly in combination with my faithful Magic Wand. However, with a diameter of a thick cucumber at its base it was comfortable enough to insert and I could wear it for 30 minutes or so as a preparation for the evening. It left my sphincter more relaxed and ready for a pounding later and helped in ensuring a more hygienic experience for both of us.

Before showering I stripped naked and pushed the lubed butt plug into my butt and let my muscles clamp it in place around its neck. It was comfortable enough that I could continue to walk around the house and, I must admit to a state of semi-arousal feeling it firmly in place in my expanded rear entry.

I showered, pulled the plug slowly out from my butt and while my butt was still gaping washed it out with Vagisil and hot water from the hand-held shower attachment.

After showering I dressed, carefully checking in the mirror with underwear only and then with the T-shirt and skirt to ensure the right look at each point in the evening. Satisfied, I went downstairs to check wine and snacks.

Everything was ready and I settled on a kitchen stool waiting for Rob. I had timed things well and within five minutes I heard Rob's car pull up outside.

Rob let himself in and walked through to the kitchen. I was sitting cross legged, wine beside me as he entered. Bless him. He had a huge bouquet of flowers cradled on one arm and a bottle of champagne in the other,

I smiled. "Oh, I was not expecting this."

He put his twin burdens down, pulled me to my feet and held me loosely against him, his arms around my waist. He was obviously nervous after his very unexpected morning upstairs.

"I have been thinking about you all day. I thought you were wonderful this morning but if you, in any way, regret what happened I am totally OK with that. You deserve far more than these flowers and the champagne; but if you like we can drink a toast to you, and I can be gone from your house and life tomorrow morning."

I laughed throatily, leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips.

"Trust me, you have been in my thoughts too, and they did not include you leaving tomorrow or leaving our interrupted enjoyment of each other unfinished."

I could see the tension leave his body and we both relaxed against each other. One place the tension had not gone was his dick, as I could already feel a growing outline inside his pants.

The ice was broken, and we had got over that hurdle of not knowing if we were going to take this relationship further. I knew the prelims for the evening were going to go smoothly and we were going to have a lot of fun in the next few hours. The champagne could wait but I poured another glass from my chilled bottle in the fridge, and we sat together on the couch.

We chatted and laughed about the morning and the surprising turn of events that we had both enjoyed. However, we had left as much undone as done that morning. I had been up for more, but circumstances forced us to call a halt. He clearly felt the same as his eyes were devouring my body and outfit. I am not very good at letting things run their natural course. Look at my behaviour in the morning! I could feel that urge to action building up again. I got up from the couch and stood in front of Rob. I pushed his legs together and stood with my legs either side of his thighs. My skirt was tight, and all this did was push it further up my thighs which now were a foot away from his face and almost entirely exposed to his lustful glaze. Of course, he responded. He ran his hand up both thighs from my knee to the hem of my dress and then pushing underneath the skirt, up the back of my thighs to grab my cheeks. I was, of course, only wearing the backless knickers I had selected earlier, and his widening eyes could not conceal his amazement as, instead of a covering of lace or cotton, he found his hands moving from bare thigh to bare cheek. He ran his hands back down my thighs and reaching around the back of my skirt, pulled the ring of the exposed zipper at the back of my skirt. With the zipper open my skirt fell off my waist, away from my hips dropping to the floor between us. He chuckled and grasped my naked butt with both hands. The two thin strips of lace crossing each cheek offering no obstruction to his grasp.

He was facing my naked thighs just a foot from his face and the small triangle of lace did little to hide my pussy. He took a cheek in each hand and pulled me towards him, at the same time pushing his knees apart and forcing my legs wider. The flimsy lace covering did little to hide my sex and with my legs now spread his eyes were taking in what he clearly considered to be the main course for the evening. He pulled the lace triangle aside, fully exposing my cunt to his gaze. He gently placed his thumbs between my labia and pulled them apart fully revealing the entrance to my cunt and exposing my clit nestled in the folds of skin above my sex. He leaned forward and put his lips around the little fuck button at the heart of my sexual feeling and gave it a little tug and suck with his lips.

Fuck. Immediately I felt the first wave of lustful ache of pleasure move out from above my cunt down the inside of my thighs and up through my belly.

"Shit! I want your dick as much as you want my cunt, you animal."

I pushed him back and grabbed the waistband of his slacks, pulling the belt buckle open and unzipped his fly. I pushed a hand down the front of his briefs and found his already growing dick waiting to be grabbed. His shaven pubic mound was just a shade more stubbly than that smooth, just shaved morning feel, of earlier. Still smooth but coarse, horny as fuck! I took his dick in my hand and held it, feeling it grow as he responded to my touch. He lifted his butt off the sofa and slid his slacks down his thighs and I pulled his boxers down his thighs as his dick grew and swung to the vertical in response to my touch.

"Fuck, you're a horny bitch", he exclaimed.

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Yes, I am. You are going to fuck both my holes tonight and I am going to suck every last bit of cum from that dick of yours' before we are finished."

Lacking the words for an appropriate response he stuck two fingers in my cunt, which, in the moment, seemed very appropriate to me. He pulled me towards him, I leant down toward him and he stuck his tongue in my mouth and gave me a hard, tongue entwined, lustful kiss. He then spun me round and sat me on his lap facing away from him. He pushed his hands up my back to my bra clip and expertly flicked the clip open. He pushed the bra up so that my boobs were hanging free under my T-shirt, and he cradled one in each hand, tweaking my already hard nipples as he did so. His rigid dick was pushed down under my butt and the exposed and moist tip was rubbing the skin between my cunt and my butt. He slipped one hand through my runway of hair and parted my cunt lips again, rubbing one finger over my clit and into my cunt rhythmically. This was making my cunt juice flow, and his hand was getting soaking wet. I reached down pull his hand from my cunt and put the finger he had been using to frig me into my mouth and sucked hard. I loved to taste myself on a man.

This was getting difficult, and we were getting ahead of ourselves. I stood up.

"Upstairs now my room?" I suggested.

I did not need to ask twice. I stood up, boobs swinging free with my nipples brushing sensually against the silk fabric of my T-shirt and with my ridiculous but sexy knickers covering very little of me from the waist down. I led him to the stairs, and he followed me a few steps behind, like a dog following a scent. We must have made a curious sight. He was holding his pants up with one hand, almost tripping up on each stair as he watched me, basically naked from the waist down sashaying a few steps ahead of him.

Once in the bedroom I kicked off my heels and turned to face him, my back to the bed. He wasted no time in pushing me back on the bed and kneeling on the floor lifted both my legs over his shoulders, giving him a clear view of both my fuck holes. Although not strictly necessary he dispensed with my knickers quickly, wriggled out of his slacks and briefs and pulled his shirt over his head. I pulled off my loosely hanging bra and before we really had any more time he buried his face in my cunt. This morning showed he knew what he was doing, and he began to suck and flick my clit with his tongue. I was pretty revved up; my juices were beginning to flow and things were getting slippery. He parted my cheeks and while he continued to frig my clit he inserted his first finger in my arse; not far, but enough to add to my state of arousal. He then used his thumb to massage my perineum from butt hole to cunt, sliding it as deep as he could into the entrance to my cunt at the end of each stroke. As far as I was concerned this was seventh heaven, he could do that all night.

I relaxed into the growing glow of bliss that I could feel emanating from somewhere deep in my cunt. The feeling was so good that I felt like I needed two of him, one to concentrate on my gaping gash and the other to hold my tingling tits and suck my rock-hard nipples while I took his dick in my mouth. However, tonight was no threesome, so I relaxed into it and ran my own hands over my tits, my hardening my nipples and as a little help to Rob pushed my hands down either side of his face and pulled my labia as widely open as I could, the more my cunt juices to flow and allow him to look deep into my cunt and encourage him to make my fuck button grow and harden.

The more Rob flicked my clit I found myself spreading my legs wider to encourage his tongue deeper into the crevices of my cunt. I could feel that familiar aching wave building in my crotch and spreading down my inner thighs and up into my belly. I was really pulling at my nipples and pulled my left tit up to suck on the sensitive button at its tip. I knew that that rising wave would break, and my body would shudder from the orgasmic feeling but I wanted to just surf the rise of that feeling going higher and higher.

"Slower, slower", I groaned.

Rob obviously heard my plea and transferred his flicking tongue away from my clit and reverted to nibbling my labia, but he could also feel my body shaking in anticipation and could not stop himself returning his attention to my clit. Too much. Too much. That wave just crashed through me. My hips bucked, I squirmed, and my thighs slapped hard against Rob's head clamping it to my spasming body.

I needed to feel flesh, any part of his body would do but he had to get on the bed with me, now.

"Please, please, I want your dick."

He lifted his head from my soaking cunt and stood up at the end of the bed. I sat up and clamped his legs between my soaking thighs, firmly wrapping my hand round his throbbing dick. I took the glistening, purple head of his dick into my mouth and sucked hard on the knob-head and then while sucking pushed my mouth down his rock-hard dick until my nose was flat against his shaven pubis. I opened my lips and gasped for air and sucking hard again slowly pulled my lips up his shaft until it was totally free from my lips leaving my mouth finally with a soft plop. I started on his slime covered knob again and began to repeat the whole process. I was already leaking cunt juice on the bedsheets and now every time his shaft sprung free from my lips a river of both our juices dribbled in a slimy sticky stream, like honey, from the tip of his knob onto my inner thighs, running onto the sheets.

"Paula, that is so fucking good. I am going to cum in your mouth if you keep this up. I thought you wanted it up your arse? I want to cum in your butt and this isn't helping!"

"Thanks, for the warning", I thought.

He was right, and as much as that dick tasted so good, I had promised him my arse earlier that day. I reluctantly, and with an extra-long-drawn-out suck, pulled his dick from my mouth.

"OK Big Man. Show me what you've got. Lube is on the side table. Fuck my arse"

He pushed me back on the bed and grabbing my ankles he twisted me over onto my front, reached under my stomach and pulled me up into a doggy position. He pushed my legs apart with his knees and slapped his glistening, saliva and pre-cum soaked rock-hard dick against the brown circle marking the entrance to my rear fuck hole. I was aroused as fuck and was ready for anything.

"Are you going to fuck my butt? Just like I told you to, this morning."

"Yes, and I am going to make you cum hard, my thick dick slamming into your butt. I am going to destroy you". He gasped out the words between sharp intakes of breath.

Shivers of expectation ran through my body and my already soaking cunt twitched and my sphincter pulsed at the thought of what was to come. He grabbed the cheeks of my arse and spread them wide with his thumbs, stretching the brown puckered ring and opening my rear fuck hole in expectation. He leant forward over my exposed butt and let a huge gob of spit drop precisely on target in the middle of my brown puckered ring. I then felt his curled tongue lick at his own spit and then push urgently against the tight entry to my butt. I pushed outward with my muscles and his tongue entered and was clamped tight by my sphincter. His lips pushed tight against my butt, and he did his best to tongue fuck my tight ass-hole.

Oh fuck! That felt good.

First, I was still leaking cunt juice from my twat after the expert attention of his tongue on my clit and now my arse was high in the air about to be violated by his tongue, fingers or, much better, seven inches of hard, thick cock that I had sampled that morning. I dropped onto my shoulders thus freeing one hand to reach underneath and push apart my swollen, soaking cunt lips and rubbed my hard clit between two fingers. Rob withdrew his tongue and replaced it with three bunched fingers at the entrance to my butt. I pushed out again with my sphincter, expanding my tight rear entrance and his three bunched fingers slipped past the tight muscles of my rear fuck entry and into my butt. I was twirling and flicking my clit like crazy as I felt him push his fingers in as far as they would go. With his palm against my butt and the amply lubricated fingers deep inside me he began to twist them to spread the cool lube over the walls of my rear fuck hole. I stopped frigging myself and reached back to his balls and began tugging and massaging them. He took his dick in his hand and steered it first to my gaping cunt which was so wet he needed no effort to insert to the hilt, his belly making a wet slapping smack against my butt which was wet and slimy from my cunt juice, his saliva and the lube, as the entire length of his dick filled me. I felt him rotate his three fingers in my butt and massage his dick through the thin layer of skin between my two fuck holes. He was filling both my fuck holes and began to synchronise his rhythmic thrusting of both dick and fingers. I returned to frigging myself as he matched his pistoning dick and massaging fingers to the same rhythm. After a minute or so of this I could feel the heat of another orgasm beginning to rise within me-this is not how I intended the night to end. Rob had manfully been working me up to two orgasms and had somehow maintained a rock-hard dick but held back what, by now, I was hoping would be a massive load of cum.

"I want that cum in my ass. Do not fill my cunt. I am going to cum again and I want that man-meat of yours' buried deep in my butt when that happens." I managed to gasp out.

He responded by pulling his soaking lube and cunt juice covered dick from my cunt, pulled his fingers from my butt and plastered yet more lube on his dick. Things were getting really messy. He held his dick in his hand and slapped it against the entrance to my rear fuck tube. A combination of my pre-evening butt plug prep, my totally sexed up state of arousal and being held open by his three probing fingers had left my sphincter a gaping black mess of a hole that was ready to swallow his dick whole. I could feel him slotting the head of his weapon into my butt and he just drove his entire seven inches fully into my butt in one thrust. The force of his entry took my breath away and my knees nearly lifted off the bed, but my arse took the assault. I recovered and thrust back at him until his balls slapped against the skin between my butt hole and cunt.