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I've been with my wife for a number of years and we have a great sex life, we both enjoy watersports too. But this story takes it to a higher level of enjoyment.
One night we were in bed playing around, I asked if I could put my cock in her ass and she agreed.
This night, anal sex with her was really HOT, she was bucking and loving my
hard cock in her ass, I was doing her doggie and I said to her 'go down' she
said 'what?' I said to her that I want her to suck my cock. She stopped and said
ok.
While she was down on my she was making noises and really going to town on me. I
told her to slow down as I didn't want to cum.
She stopped and then pushed me onto my back and started to kiss me from my stomach to my neck, she then whispered to me "I could taste it" I said taste what ? she said you know what I'm talking about. In the back of my mind I knew she meant her shit was on my cock. I said 'really ? how was it' she goes mmmmmm I'd like more. I was shocked and also VERY horny hearing that (I was in the zone) But she said that if she does I have to do it too.
I thought about it and agreed, she then started to play with my ass, rimming me and getting her finger all wet with my pre-cum and she inserted her finger into my ass, all the way up and she said she could 'feel some' and started to scoop it out, she got a small bit out (about the size of a fingernail) she showed it to me, I said 'put it on your tongue then suck on it for a bit then swallow it.
She smiled at me and did it. It was sooo fucking hot to see her do this to
me. She was rubbing her clit while doing it, and said she liked the taste
(amazed at that)
Now, she said it was my turn, I started to eat her out, and inserted my finger
into her ass. I could feel quite a bit and I managed to get a small bit out too.
She said, rub some on her clit and then smell it and lick it off. I rubbed it on her clit and she said to put it on her chest while I clean her clit. I must admit I was sort of not ready for it, but once I got my nose near her clit I could smell her pussy and shit, it was amazing. Not at all what I thought, I then licked it and the taste was sweet (I was thinking it would be gross)
She said you like that, I said YES, she said come and get the rest. I then kissed my way to to the large-ish but and she said 'put it in your mouth and suck on it' I took it into my mouth and again it tasted sweet and I swallowed it. She said I was bad for being to eager and I need to get more. I then got more and this time it was a bigger bit. She took it off me and said 'here' She put it on her tongue and then kissed me and we both shared it, she then pushed it into my mouth and I swallowed it. YUMMO
She said, she wanted to get more from me and her and then she wanted to put
hers up my ass and mine up hers till the morning, this was just soooooo hot, I
can't believe we are into eating shit.
She then asked me to fuck her hot wet cunt and explode inside her and I did.
We don't do this all the time, but we've done it a few times and each time it's been hot and tastes sweet. I've caught the wife wanting more anal sex and then going down on me till I cum. Thats hot too.
This is my first story, hope it was ok ???
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