"I want you to fuck my ass," my wife said.
Splayed out in front of me, legs spread wide with my cock in her cunt, I was not going to argue. That said, I was in no hurry to comply. I arched my legs higher and yanked back on her feet to pull her ass further over the edge of the bed. Standing over such a tiny woman, moving her around was pretty easy.
She was perched somewhat precariously - her ass was far enough out over the edge that had I let go, she would have to scramble to stop from falling. Her ankles were still in my hands, and I lowered them while spreading her legs further.
She didn't wince a bit. She had been a college cheerleader, and she could still do the splits.
Looking into her eyes, I leaned in and thrusted. It wasn't hurried, but it wasn't slow. I drove my member into her opening and found her cervix, then pushed further. She threw her hands up to my chest and tried to push back, but I simply leaned over even deeper for a kiss. I outweigh this little thing by 50%...so sometimes I just have my way with her. Sometimes, like now, I fuck her cervix to jelly.
I pulled back and thrust again. And again. She complained each on each thrust, but didn't pull away. The pain was her choice. Each thrust was met with a groan, but each time she argued less than the one before. Eventually, her biology relented and adapted to me. Mostly. Biting her lip, she liked the pressure, but her cunt wouldn't take it forever.
She was ready.
I reached behind me into the nightstand. In a normal porn story, I would say this as a simple matter, but in real-life the lube disappeared. Fuck. Where the fuck was the lube?
I was not expecting to fuck her ass today. It was a Satruday, and barely lunch hour. We had the day off, so rolling in the sack was on the menu. Usually it was a lot of fuck and suck. But today she wanted an ass fuck. Today we needed some lube.
I ask, "Where the fuck is the lube?"
She has to think about it. "In the bathroom, under my sink and next to the dildo you bought me," she responds.
I file a mental note to interrogate her on just how a bottle of lube and a dildo ended up under her sink. She was already blushing, so I know this was going to be a fun story.
Back in the moment, I let go of her ankles and pull out of her pussy. She almost fell out of the bed and had to grab the sheets to keep from falling, which was pretty funny to see on its own. Really, if you have not seen a spread-wide girl scramble to keep her pussy from falling to the ground, I suggest it. I wouldn't let her fall and she knows it, but I had a laugh at her expense. Something tells me I was going to pay for that, probably someday soon.
I step into the bathroom and start rummaging under her sink. "Where the fuck...?" I ask myself.
I was getting annoyed. An assfuck should not require the equivalent of, "Where's Waldo?" just to find some lube.