My name is Annabelle. My husband Eric and I have been married for almost 14 years. Neither of us have magazine cover bodies. He's 5' 9" and was the classic scrawny white guy until we moved out to the country a while back. Chopping wood has really built him up, and while he's not ripped like a weight lifter, he's solid and quite the looker. I'm 5' 9", 200 pounds, with a set of double D's that catch everyone's attention. It took me a long time to realize it, but I'm sexy. You don't have to be ridiculously skinny to be sexy, you just have to own your body.
Eric and I have always had a good sex life, but a year or two ago we really cranked up the heat. It all started when he told me that the idea of me having sex with other people turned him on. At first I thought he was crazy, but eventually I started to warm up to the idea. Not enough to actually have sex with someone else, but we fantasize heavily about it and I get really turned on thinking about sleeping with other people and then telling him about it in detail while he eats me out.
I had a very conservative Christian childhood, so I had a hard time being adventurous sexually. I was extremely surprised at myself when I started liking the idea of sleeping with other people, and I started to think I was bad or that there was something wrong with me. Luckily, my husband is nothing if not patient. Except for maybe horny...he's definitely that. He started what he called "slutwife training" as a way to help me push my sexual boundaries. He would write up scenarios and we would read them and then act them out. I have a hard time with it, but I really do want to be his slut. The thought of using my body to please him in any way I can, even if that means sexually pleasuring other people, or doing things I've always thought of as dirty, is an incredible turn on.
One of the many (many) sexual things that I thought was dirty was anything anal. As far as I was concerned, it just wasn't right. Eric had talked me into trying it a few times, but I hated it. At first it hurt, but even after the pain, I just didn't like it. I know now that this was probably due mostly to my preconceived notion of it being inherently wrong. I didn't want to like it. Which is why I was so surprised with how much I loved it the night I became a slutwife in training (you can read about this experience in "How I Became a Slutwife in Training").
Since then my training had been coming along really well. It was mostly a mental game. When I could get past my hang-up about something being "wrong" or "nasty" or "dirty" or "bad" then I could start to enjoy it. It sounds simple, but it's not.
Eric decided that our next lesson was going to be on anal pleasures. I was a little scared and more than a little worried, but this was how I always felt when we started. Luckily, Eric was more than patient with me.
Whenever we trained on something, Eric did a lot of research about it. Some of it, I'm sure, was just him looking at porn, but often he found things that were helpful, like how other people got better at something, what positions made certain acts easier, etc. This time had been no exception. He had even gone on Eden Fantasies, an online adult toy store, and purchased several items he said we'd need, having them rush delivered because waiting isn't his thing.
The day that I saw the package arrive, I knew it would be a long night. After dinner that evening, I went in to take a shower. I didn't know exactly what lay ahead, but I wanted to be ready. As the warm water cascaded down from my shoulders, running down my body, I began to worry a little. I mean, how far would I have to go tonight? I had enjoyed a finger in my ass once, but never anything bigger. As I started to think about Eric's fingering my rear, I got a little excited. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and focused on the task at hand. I scrubbed my body, shaved my legs and my pussy, and took great care cleaning my pussy inside and out. Then I scrubbed my ass, including between the cheeks, twice; paying special attention to the ass hole each time. I wanted to be as presentable as possible for tonight.
When I walked into the bedroom, there was a nightie on the bed along with a pair of high heels and a thing of lipstick. Eric did this a lot. He'd have something sexy planned for the night, and he'd set out my attire. Tonight there was also an assortment of sex toys on his nightstand. We kept all our smaller toys in the drawers of his nightstand, but the fact that I didn't recognize these ones combined with the fact that they were on top and not inside, made me think they were going to be used on me tonight. I shivered a little as I thought about it.
The nightie was all red with no back. The top was a deep red satin, with nice large cups to support my double Ds, and two satin ties that went up and tied around the back of my neck to hold it in place. The satin material rose up just enough to cover my nipples and then plunged below the bottom of my breasts in the middle. The bottom part, which started just below the breasts in front and right at the top of my ass cheeks in back, was a sheer red fabric that came down to about the middle of my pussy and about three quarters of the way down my ass when I was standing straight and still.
The high heels were red satin as well. They were about 3" heels with a peep toe and a thin strap going around the back. I had a horrible time walking in heels. My balance wasn't very good, and my ankles were weak due to a genetic issue. When we went out, I'd usually wear tall boots with heels instead. They were a great sexy alternative to the strappy ones that hurt my ankles. Still, we had about eight to ten pair of sexy heels that we used exclusively in the bedroom.
The lipstick was a deep, vibrant red. There's no other way to put it, it was my "I'm a slut" lipstick. The company that made it even called the color "confidence" which seemed to fit. It definitely made me a little more confident.
I put the ensemble on, and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I looked hot. For the longest time I didn't think I could be "hot" or "sexy" but I was finally realizing that I was. I turned slowly, admiring myself from all angles. It may have been hard to stand in these heels, but they definitely made my legs look damn sexy, and I knew they'd look great thrust into the air as well. The low cut on the nightie complimented my breasts too. All in all, I thought I looked extremely fuckable, which seemed like the exact look a good slut should try to pull off.
The difference in my attitude and the confidence that this outfit instilled was amazing. Before I put it on I looked at the toys on the nightstand with fear and trepidation. Now I looked at them again, but with curiosity and just a slight tinge of excitement. I decided to go take a look at them while I waited for Eric.
What had looked scary before was actually simple. The most familiar thing there was a large bottle of lube. There was also a set of three purple anal plugs, each one progressively bigger. The smallest was about as big around as my index finger and about as long. It tapered slightly with the largest part near the middle. Picking it up, I saw that it was made of an extremely soft gel. The largest in the purple set was about as big around as Eric's cock at its widest point, maybe an inch and a half in diameter. The shaft between the largest point and the flat end made to keep it from penetrating too far, was a little smaller, roughly an inch in diameter. It was just as soft as the first. Next to the purple anal plugs was another black one. It was larger still, maybe a little over 2" in diameter. It also had a wire coming out of the flat end. My eyes followed the wire to a controller with a couple buttons on it. I picked up the controller and plug. The first thing I noticed was that this biggest plug was much harder than the purple ones. It was smooth but firm. I touched one of the buttons on the controller and the huge anal plug began to vibrate aggressively. I pressed the button again to turn it off. It was the most powerful vibrator I'd ever felt.
I set down the massive vibrating anal plug just as Eric walked into the room. "I see you've been checking out my new toys," he said.
"Yeah, after I got ready I was curious," I said honestly. "Are you going to use all of these on me tonight?"
"Probably, although it won't be only tonight. We'll repeat this process every night this week," he said.
I looked again at the massive black plug and tried to imagine how that was ever going to fit in my ass. I started to get nervous. Eric came over to me, slid his hand between my legs, and started to run a finger up and down through my slit. I forgot all my nervousness. He leaned in and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes and surrendered my body to him. His fingers began to slip into my wet hole, sliding in as far as he could reach. It felt amazing.
He pressed his body against mine, causing me to lie back on the bed. Then he slid his hand away from my pussy and under my right thigh pushing up on it a bit, his mouth never leaving mine. I took the cue and lifted my leg up, bending my knee and placing my right foot on the edge of the bed. My other foot still rested on the ground, so this opened me up especially wide. His hand went back to fingering my now soaked pussy.
After a few minutes of this, I became extremely turned on and began to quickly build to an orgasm. Then Eric pulled his hand away. I pushed my hips forward, trying to get it back, but it wasn't there. Then his mouth pulled away as well. I opened my eyes and saw him grabbing the smallest of the anal plugs. He dripped a little lube on it, and stood up. He took my left leg and placed it up on the bed as well. Now I was lying sideways on the bed, with my ass right near the edge, my feet planted out wide, and my knees sticking up.