Paul Lombardo had just slipped his hands under his wife Diane's little rump, and after lifting her up off of the bedding a bit, let his tongue slide down through the lips of her sex and further down, not stopping until his tongue reached her puckered anal ring.
Even with her thighs surrounding his ears, Paul heard the yelp of surprise when Diane felt his tongue go somewhere it had never ventured before, but that didn't stop him as he burrowed the tip of his tongue into her anus and pushed it in as far as he could, churning and curling it around.
Before that afternoon, Paul had never done any such thing, although he had read about rimming and had seen pictures of it on the Internet. Then, his boss forced him to do it in his office, another slap in his face as he continued to exact his revenge on Paul for surfing the Net for porn on company time.
As Paul had rimmed Mr. Johnson, he was initially revolted and disgusted by having to lick the bowels of his supervisor, but as it continued, he found himself becoming aroused by it. Rawle Johnson was so immaculate in his hygiene that he never would have guessed that he had been licking a man's asshole, and getting to milk his boss's cock while he did it only added to the excitement.
So when Paul came home, he was a confused man. These meetings with his boss at work were convincing him of something he had long suspected; he was bi-sexual, and now he was even wondering about that.
Diane's anus was more pungent than Mr. Johnson's had been, so after a couple of minutes of rimming his wife he climbed up between her spread thighs and slid his dick in her pussy. Paul looked at Diane's still shocked expression for a second before concentrating on thrusting into his wife to make her cum.
His eyes went down to Diane's breasts, and as he looked he thought back to what Mr. Johnson had said. Diane did have a boyish figure, and on her back her breasts practically disappeared. Also, her nipples were only marginally bigger than his own. Was that her appeal to him?
And what of Rawle Johnson's veiled threats to show Diane what is would be like to have sex with, as he had put it, "a real man". Glancing down to where his cock was going in and out of his wife's pussy, he tried to imagine what it would look like to see that monstrous organ of Rawle Johnson's going in and out of Diane.
The image made Paul's stomach turn, but at the same time he felt his orgasm rising as he pictured his petite wife being torn apart by that massive organ, and he barely managed to avoid cumming before Diane did. After planting his seed into Diane he fell off to her side and joined her in looking up to the ceiling while catching their breath.
"What got into you, babe?" Diane said after a moment.
"What do you mean?"
"What you were doing down there with your tongue, Paul," Diane said. "Do you know what you were licking?"
"Of course," Paul said. "Didn't you like it?"
"I don't know. It felt weird," Diane said. "I guess it felt good after I got over the shock, but what possessed you to do that?"
"I don't know. I was looking at a website and..."
"The Internet again," Diane said. "I should have figured that was where you got that from. I've seen some of those websites you look at."
Not the ones I looked at when I was at work, Paul thought to himself. His home porn surfing was pretty much straight stuff, although he often strayed to where the content was diverse.
"I thought that doing that would spice us up," Paul said. "We should do things to liven things up, you know, while we're still young?"
