"Uh, if he's going to rim you, I want to do it to you first."
We, that is myself Robert and my wife Amanda, were sitting around in our office watching some Netflix on my computer. I held her phone in my hand; she was letting me read the dirty chat she'd had with a potential side piece on Tindr. We have an open marriage and always share our adventures, rare that they me be, with one another. They had been chatting together the better part of the day so it had been quite a bit to read through, but I had gotten just as turned on by it as I knew she was. Until he started talking about rimming her.
I couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of jealousy; my love for my wife's ass is well-known but I had never been able to indulge in any kind of back door play. We had talked about anal sex, of course, but she wasn't into it. In general, it wasn't her thing. More specifically, my cock is too thick for her to even consider it. It was never important enough to matter, so it just became something I'd joke about with her from time to time, knowing that particular door was closed.
She looked at me with something of a surprised look. "Well, if you want to, sure."
"Shock" isn't even the word for what I felt. It was like an elecrtric current thrilled through my body. "Do...do you mean it? I thought you didn't like anal?"
"Well I don't want you to stick your big thick cock up there, but if you want to lick it you can."
I believe my jaw flapped around like that of a fish out of water for a few seconds. I thought of the years of missed opportunity over such a simple miscommunication. I marvelled for a moment at the nature of humanity and marriage; then I realized how hard I was getting from thinking about my tongue in her ass.
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She was completely nude, spread out on the bed. She arched her back and extended her arms, stretching. There's never a moment when she's sexier or more feminine. My eyes can never seem to stop moving over her body; her eyes to her lips, down to her breasts, the furry spot I love so well, her amazingly sexy legs. I could drink her in for hours.
Her hair is shoulder length, layered, with alternating streaks of red and a dark auburn. Her eyes range from a pale grey to a lovely ocean blue. She's a little taller than me; I'm no more than 5'5" while she's more 5'7". I climbed into bed beside her, my nicely thick cock already plump with excitement. I began to run my hands over her body. She's very soft and curvy, her skin inviting to the touch.
I let my hand drift between her breasts, over her belly, down the side of her leg. My fingernails dig into her skin as I come around to her thigh, drawing my hand up. I move aside before I touch her pussy and instead run it back up her body to cup one of her large, luscious breasts. I cupped it lightly in my hand, my fingers closing in to lightly pinch her nipple between my fingers. "Kiss me!" She demands. I lean in and her mouth opens to mine, our lips pressing together, our tonues meeting. I slide my hand down to her pussy finding it burning hot and sopping wet. Men, this is why you let your woman have whatever fun on the side she wants.
"Sit on my face, baby." I wonder if the mischieviousness I'm feeling is reflected in my eyes. This was something else that hadn't been an option before, but she had worked for some time now on losing weight and now felt more confident about keeping her balance and not smothering me.
I pushed the pillows out of the way and slid down on the bed. She swung a leg over me and scooted into place, her hands on the wall. I could smell the intensity of her arousal far before she settled her pussy on my face. I extended my tongue and licked from the bottom to her clit, feeling the heat pouring out of her. I licked her again and again, the thick musky taste of her juice on my tongue. She brought a hand down to spread herself open a little and I took over, bringing my arms around her hips, using the tips of my fingers to draw back her flesh and open her steaming cunt to my hungry mouth.