David had eased his way up my body and entered me, fully entered me. Oh God he was long, but delightful. He must have sensed he was pushing at my internal limits, I thought my bladder might puncture. However his gentle rhythmic withdrawing a little and pushing again soon became more than comfortable. My thoughts flashed to my husband Barry, I so hoped he was having as great a time as I was. The realisation this would become a very special, very memorable date night was still a little away. David was certainly hitting the spot and I could feel his pre-cum add to my wetness, and then the tension or is it tremor, as his seed surged from within him and erupted inside of me. I know I had cum, but did I orgasm? I wasn’t sure I had. Plenty of time left in this wonderful night of base pleasure. David eased out of me very slowly, as his penis softened. His touch directed I roll on my side, away from him. He spooned up against me and nibbled at the back of my neck. His hand gently massaging my left breast and still erect nipple. It wasn’t long and I felt the head of his penis, quite gently pressing against my anus.
Was David trying to enter my vagina from behind? Was he actually slightly off course and wanting to enter my anus? When it comes to anal, I was a virgin. Something I had never done. Four years married and something Barry and I had not done. I excused myself as needing a pee and freshen up, I slipped into the en suite, where I confused my own thoughts. Did I want to have anal? If David did, I better be ready. Ready, I was actually contemplating anal! Ready, okay open my bowels and empty out. A good cleanup and lots of sex toy lubricant, in my ass. Was I actually going to do this? More Lube, just in case this is what was going to happen.
Was I imagining it, I guessed if he wanted to slip his magnificent length into my vagina again, then the preparations , right or wrong, would not matter anyway. I took a damp clean hand towel with me, and bent down and kissed David quickly before slipping back into bed and offered my back, my rump, my vagina and arse. David had not been wasting time and was contemplating more sex to come as he was again firm, no, hard. As I snuggled back against David his fingers found and started to massage the nipple of my left breast. I snuggled back harder, the head of Davids penis again pressed against my anus. Should I take hold of the situation and guide his penis to my vagina. For some reason I simply didn’t do that. The pressure wasn’t overly great, perhaps it was the lubrication, but soon the head of David’s penis was inside my arse. I had not felt my sphincter muscle relax. Not at all painful, it had been a gentle entry over some minutes. Slowly a fraction at a time withdrawing and pushing I realised I was taking David deeper and deeper inside. It was what I would describe as a strong feeling, not painful, different, not unpleasant at all. Somehow I ended up on my tummy, left leg spread wide, my right knee pulled up near my rib cage, how I found this position I don’t know, it just seemed right, with David on-top of me laying slightly off to one side, and very gently, rhythmically driving slowly in and out maybe 1” to 2” at a time. But his full length was inside of me. It was impossible, I orgasm-ed, multiple times, over and over. I know when I orgasm there is a release of a white milky liquid, I was very wet, the fingers of my right hand adding to my pleasure, tickling my clitoris.
It didn’t stop until David unloaded another full cum shot inside my bowel, and stopped pumping, slumping to rest,fully spent. Well there goes another virginity I thought. I wonder if Barry when he gets home in the morning will be ready for two sloppy seconds, when I tell him my arse is now open for use, with care. It would need care, Barry was certainly thicker, if not as long. But this anal thing was something special as it turned out. I thought that next time I pass that adult sex shop in Miami I might just drop in and buy a butt plug, I know they are for retraining the anal muscles, to make penetration easier, but it now occurs to me it may make vaginal sex more interesting with a butt plug in place. Of course nowadays there’s Internet shopping, and information freely available. I’ll bet even about anal sex. Resources we just didn’t have. I had never realised anal sex could bring about orgasm. Until then.
I gently slipped out from under David and encouraged him onto his back. I took the damp hand towel from the bedside table and gently cleaned off that magnificent length of penis. I then went down on Davids now flaccid
length and mouthed it gently sucking whilst slowly stroking it, even this act now seemed more pleasurable than in the past. Guess I was rewarding David for new found pleasure and knowledge gained. It didn’t take an age, and I could lower myself onto David, taking him fully inside me again. This was our last coupling on that magnificent hosted date night. I tried as hard as I might to keep the vagina muscles clamped closed, retaining as much of those mixed body fluids inside of me as possible for Barry, if he was up to it. He may return home drained fully? Becky was a very attractive woman with a body to die for. No one ever be disappointed drawing Becky.
All too soon we were both awakened to the annoying 6.30am alarm. I remained in bed whilst David slipped into the en suite and a quick shower. David redressed in the Bedroom, thanked me for a wonderful night. David made a coffee, for me and himself, and at 7.00am departed Southport, leaving half his coffee undrunk, for Anglers Paradise and Lynne.
It was certain David and Barry passed on the road, my Barry arrived home at around 7.15am
Said Hi gorgeous, and slipped out of his clothes and into our bed, and me. The thing about date night, no matter how much fucking, you always wanted more. To reclaim your own so to speak. I didn’t get sloppy anal seconds that morning, but it certainly opened a new door, for both of us. I didn’t have to buy that Butt Plug either, Barry bought one for me, a smooth Glass one. Looked like crystal. Whilst anal is certainly not for everyone, I confess to becoming an avid fan. Especially when the front door would be messy.
I look back now on the Gold Coast and miss just one thing about that place, our Libertine group of friends and 4 weekly date night. Nights that I believe kept a huge spark alive in all our marriages. Provided jealousy was never a factor, it was a joy to see our marital partner pleasured, we ourselves also mutually benefited physically and emotionally. Yes we learned a whole lot about sex through direct experience. Experience and old memories that now keep us smiling.