Well, he was liking what Amy was doing now. She stroked his cock while fucking him. Then, she pulled the dildo out, threw it away and looked at him. Arthur looked at Amy, and smiled. He got up, and winced. Surely, that ass of his must be sore by now. Amy looked at him. Did he like it? What did he want now? He kissed her, and pulled her down on the floor with him. Amy didn't resist as he swiftly entered her. She felt his hard cock in her pussy. At last, he was inside her. Where he belonged. She felt his hard cock thrusting in and out of her wet pussy. He fucked her hard, making her scream his name. After a few passionate moments, he flipped her on all fours, and took her from behind.
Amy laughed, loving his manly passion. She stopped laughing when she felt his hands grip her butt cheeks, and spread them. He pressed his cock against her back door, and pushed. Arthur held her by the hips, and slammed his cock into her ass. Amy gasped, shocked beyond belief. Never in a million years had he done anything like this to her. He just took her roughly, and went where he had never gone before. His cock was in her ass. A torrent of feelings and sensations assaulted her senses. Her husband had his cock up her ass. She felt so vulnerable right now, with his hard dick pounding into her where the sun didn't shine. She also felt almost vile. His hands had become like steel on her hips and his dick stabbed her ass violently. Amy had never been penetrated anally before. It was unlike anything she had ever felt.
Arthur continued to pound his into Amy's butt, filling her asshole with his dick. He felt her body tremble against his. He had never done anything like this before, not to her. Truth be told, in his many encounters with gay men, he'd always been the bottom. They fucked him, not the other way around. Well, today, this bisexual man wanted to feel what it was like to fuck someone else in the ass for a change. Why not his sexy tomboy wife who just fucked him with her strap on? Like a man possessed, he continued to pound into her ass. And she didn't resist. She took it like a champ. Not a word of protest from her. Finally, he came. When he did, filling her ass with his cum, a great scream escaped Amy's lips. Then, she lay still and said nothing.
Arthur looked at his wife, lying there in his arms. He was still inside her. Slowly, he calmed down. He looked at her. His dear wife, had he hurt her? Amy looked at him. She looked into the eyes of the man who had thrown her on all fours and mounted her, the man who had taken her and made her his. The man who had done to her what no one else had ever done. He wasn't an odd-faced caveman. He was the man she loved. And she still loved him. There was an apologetic look in his eyes. She stopped him with a kiss. Although this session of sex had been a surprise, it had revealed to her the depths of his passion. This was the first time he let go with her, and did to her what she thought he did with his male lovers. She had seen his true passion. She wrapped her arms around him, and told him that she loved him. He told her that he loved her, but still had dark urges he could not control. Amy lovingly told him that whenever he felt those urges, he should come to her, his loving wife, rather than take off in the pursuit of a stranger. She loved him that much. Arthur looked at his wife, and counted his lucky stars. Then, he embraced her.
