Archie had always fantasized about taking a woman's ass -- but he'd never had the chance.
Linda, his wife, had the perfect ass -- round, smooth, impossible to ignore. But every time he brought it up, she just laughed and shook her head.
"Not happening," she'd say.
Still, that never stopped him from trying. People changed their minds.
And then, on his last birthday, as they lay in bed, he decided to ask again.
"What if we tried it tonight?" he murmured against her neck.
She didn't answer right away. Just ran her fingers down his chest. Then, to his utter disbelief, she whispered,
"Okay."
Archie's breath caught. Did I hear that right?
"Wait, seriously?" He propped himself up on one elbow, staring at her in the dim light.
Linda just smiled -- that slow, knowing smile -- as she reached for her nightgown, slipping it over her head before sliding under the sheets with him.
Archie was already hard. Holy shit.
He fumbled for the bottle of lube he'd kept nearby for years, always hoping. His hands were almost shaking.
Linda chuckled, trailing her fingers over his stomach.
"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"
"You have no idea," he breathed.
The lights went out. Their lips met in the dark.
And Archie could hardly believe it was happening.
Linda finally broke the kiss, turning in his arms until they were spooning beneath the covers.
Archie ran his hand down her body, fingertips tracing the curve of her waist before reaching for the lubricant.
His touch wandered -- teasing her nipples, then slipping lower, stroking her cunt before moving to her rear hole he'd long fantasized about. He began applying the lube.
She let out a soft giggle, wriggling her hips against him.
"Looking forward to it?"
Archie smirked, trying to sound casual despite the tightness in his chest.
"I do believe I am."
"Mmm." Linda stretched, her tone playful yet knowing.
"Well, you can have it tonight... but first, I want you to understand exactly what you're asking of me."
Something about the way she said it made his stomach tighten.
"Tell me," he said, trying to ignore the unease creeping in.
She was quiet for a beat. Then, amusement flickered across her face.
"You should see your expression," she teased, giggling. "Hoping to take what you won't give?"
Archie swallowed. "You mean with a dildo?"
"Is that what you want to do to me?" she asked, her voice laced with mock innocence. Then, before he could answer, she added, "I think not."
"It's different for me," Archie said, shifting uncomfortably.
Linda arched an eyebrow. "Is it? Because I'd say I'm asking you to do exactly what you want from me."
"In a way, yes," he admitted. "But for me, it would be... a same-sex experience."
She tilted her head, considering. "You have a point. Though you're not above suggesting I do that either."
Archie opened his mouth, then shut it again.
Linda smirked. "But even so... anything less would be less than what you're asking of me."
Silence stretched between them.
"It's your big chance," she finally added. "You might want to give it some thought."
"No way!" he blurted.
Linda let out a soft laugh.
"I don't see what the big deal is. Even if you don't get off on it -- just relax, lube everything up, and let it ease in. Then just lose yourself in the sensations. Who knows? You might even like it."
Archie stared at her. The wretch! She was grinning, and he recognized his own words being thrown right back at him.
"You're taunting me," he said, despite himself, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Mmm," she hummed, her eyes twinkling. They both knew how this night would end -- twisted up in the sheets, laughing, thrashing, lost in each other.
She turned away, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked little smile. Then she wriggled her hips, teasing him.
God, she had the best-looking ass on the planet.
Archie exhaled slowly, his body tight with anticipation. Linda knew exactly what she was doing, teasing him like this.
"You're impossible," he muttered, running a hand down her side, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip.
She stretched languidly beneath his touch.
"And you love it."
He couldn't argue with that.
Linda shifted, pressing her backside against him, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" she murmured.
"About what?" he asked, playing dumb.
She let out a soft, knowing laugh. "About whether you'd do it. Whether you'd let me do it to you."
Archie hesitated -- just a flicker, just enough for her to catch it.
"You are!" she crowed triumphantly, rolling onto her back so she could look at him, her eyes dancing with mischief.
"I am not," he said, but she could hear the lie.
"Liar."
He huffed. "Linda, you know damn well what I want tonight."
She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Do I? Because I think I'm still waiting for an answer."
Archie growled, flipping her onto her stomach, pinning her beneath him as she let out a delighted squeal.
"You want an answer?" he said, his lips brushing against her ear. "How about this -- " He slid a hand under her nightgown, cupping her bare ass, squeezing, feeling the heat of her skin.
Linda let out a pleased hum, shifting against him.
"Mmm. Now you're speaking my language."
His breath was heavy against her neck.
"Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to let me have you the way I've wanted for years?"
She turned her head slightly, giving him a sultry look.
"That depends."
"On what?"
Her grin was pure wickedness.
"On whether you're still thinking about my offer."
Archie groaned. Goddamn her.
He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her hips.
"It's waiting for you," she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. She slid a finger between her slick folds, then took his hand and pressed it lower, guiding it to the forbidden place.
"Witch," he growled, gripping her hips and pulling her up onto her knees.
She let out a breathless laugh but wriggled free, rolling onto her back, her legs falling open in invitation.
Archie didn't hesitate. He covered her body with his, claiming her, and the world exploded into heat and motion.
The next morning, Archie sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee, still groggy from the night before.
Linda refilled his cup, watching him over the rim of hers.
"Have you thought about my proposition?" she asked.
It took him a second to catch up, still lost in the haze of sleep and satisfaction. Then it clicked.
"Linda, you can't seriously think I'd consider it."
She tilted her head, smiling as she turned slightly away from him.
"Well, please do."
Before he could respond, she lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing that she wore no underpants.
