Best Friend Helps Husband Claim Her Ass

Ashley had always considered herself a good wife. At thirty-three, with five years of marriage under her belt, she still looked at Rob the same way she had on their wedding day—hungry, devoted, a little bit in awe of the quiet way he made her feel safe and desired at the same time. Their apartment in the city was modest but comfortable, filled with the soft clutter of two people who actually liked living together. Rob sold insurance, came home smelling faintly of coffee and cologne, and never once made her feel like she had to perform for him. That was part of why the approaching anniversary had started to itch under her skin. Five years felt like a milestone that demanded something more than another dinner reservation and a new pair of earrings.

She sat across from Candice at their usual downtown café, both of them still in work clothes, the late-afternoon light turning the windows gold. Candice was the kind of woman who made ordinary rooms feel brighter just by walking into them. Dark hair always a little tousled, sharp eyes that missed nothing, a mouth that smiled like it already knew the punchline. She worked as a relationship counselor and matchmaker, the sort of job that let her talk about sex the way other people talked about the weather. Ashley loved her for it and sometimes hated her for it in equal measure.

“Five years is a big deal,” Candice said, stirring her latte. “Especially these days. You need to give him something he’ll remember every time he looks at your ass in yoga pants.”

Ashley laughed, then glanced around the café like someone might overhear. “I’ve been thinking about that. He already has everything. He doesn’t care about gadgets. He cooks better than I do. Surprise parties make him twitchy.”

Candice leaned in, voice dropping into that low, knowing register that always made Ashley’s stomach flutter. “Good sex, then. Men never get tired of that. Especially the kind that feels like a gift only you can give.”

Ashley felt heat rise in her cheeks. “We’ve got a pretty good thing going. Oral is… frequent. He comes in my mouth at least twice a week. I like it.”

“I know you do. You’ve told me.” Candice’s smile turned wicked. “What about the one hole you haven’t given him yet?”

The question landed like a hand on the back of her neck. Ashley’s pulse jumped. She stared at the foam on her coffee and felt her pussy give a small, traitorous clench under the table.

“Anal,” she said, tasting the word. “We’ve never… I mean, a finger once in college. That was it. It felt weird. Tight. Kind of dirty in a way that stuck with me.”

Candice’s eyes lit up. “And you’ve thought about it since.”

It wasn’t a question. Ashley nodded, slow. “Sometimes when he’s fucking me from behind and his cock is sliding along the crack of my ass. I wonder what it would feel like if he pushed in. If I could take him. If he’d lose his mind.”

“He would,” Candice said simply. “Most men do. And a lot of women end up addicted once they get past the first burn. The prostate isn’t the only place that likes pressure, honey. Your ass has nerves that can make you come so hard you cry.”

Ashley’s mouth went dry. She pictured Rob’s cock—thick, veined, the head always a little darker when he was fully hard—pressing against her tiny hole. The image made her clit throb. She shifted in her chair, thighs pressing together.

“I don’t even know if he’d want it,” she murmured.

“Ask him. Or better—offer it. Make it the anniversary present. Your anal virginity on a silver platter. Trust me, he’ll propose all over again.”

That night Ashley stood in front of the bathroom mirror after her shower, towel dropped, studying the soft curves of her hips and the full shape of her ass. She wasn’t twenty anymore. A little extra flesh had settled on her thighs, but Rob still grabbed handfuls of it when he fucked her, still told her she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. She turned, looked over her shoulder, and reached back to spread her cheeks. The pink-brown pucker of her asshole looked almost too small, too innocent for what she was considering. She touched it with one fingertip, just circling, and felt the muscle flutter. Heat flooded her face. She was already wet.

Rob was in bed reading when she climbed in beside him. She didn’t waste time. She kissed him deep, tasting toothpaste and the faint residual coffee on his tongue, then pulled back just enough to look him in the eye.

“I’ve been thinking about our anniversary,” she said. “I want to do something different. Something just for you.”

His hand slid down her side, settled on the curve of her hip. “I’m listening.”

She swallowed. “I want you to fuck my ass. For the first time. On the night.”

Rob’s eyes darkened so fast it almost scared her. His cock twitched against her thigh through the sheet. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious. I’ve never done it. Not really. I want you to be the one who opens me up.”

He groaned, low and rough, and pulled her on top of him. His hands gripped her ass hard enough to leave marks. “Jesus, Ashley. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about that. Sliding into that tight little hole while you moan for me. I’ve never asked because I didn’t want to push.”

“You’re not pushing. I’m offering.” She ground against him, feeling him harden fully. “But I might need help getting ready. Candice… she knows things. She offered to coach us. To be there. To make sure I can take you without tearing.”

Rob’s breath hitched. “Candice. In our bedroom. Helping stretch your ass for my cock.”

“Yes.” Ashley’s voice was barely a whisper. “She said she might need to touch you. Guide you in. Maybe suck you if you’re not hard enough. But the fucking is yours. Only yours.”

He flipped her onto her back so fast the air left her lungs. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue claiming, while one hand shoved between her legs. She was soaked. Two fingers slid into her cunt easily, then retreated to smear her own wetness over her asshole. He pressed just the tip of one finger against the tight ring and held it there, not pushing in yet.

“You’re already dripping at the idea,” he growled against her mouth. “My good little wife, offering up her virgin ass and bringing her best friend to help stretch it open. Fuck, Ashley.”

She came on his fingers that night with his thumb rubbing her clit and the blunt pressure of his fingertip against her hole, imagining Candice’s hands and Rob’s cock and the way it would burn and fill and ruin her.

The next afternoon Ashley locked herself in a bathroom stall at work and texted Candice the photos. One of her bare ass in the mirror, cheeks spread. One of her hole up close, the camera held between her legs while she crouched. Her face burned the entire time, but her pussy was throbbing by the time she hit send.

Candice replied almost immediately.
Perfect. Tiny and pretty. We’re going to open that up so nice for him. I’ll call Rob today. You just keep thinking about how full you’re going to feel.

That evening Rob came home with a look in his eyes that made Ashley’s knees weak. He didn’t say much at first. He just backed her against the kitchen counter, shoved her skirt up, and ate her pussy until she came twice, his tongue occasionally drifting lower to rim her asshole in slow, filthy circles. When he finally stood, his mouth shiny, he said, “Candice and I talked. She’s coming Saturday morning. She’s bringing toys. Lube that doesn’t quit. And she’s going to stay until you’ve come on my cock in your ass at least once. Maybe more.”

Ashley’s legs almost gave out.

The days leading up to the anniversary stretched like taffy. Ashley cleaned herself obsessively every night, following the detailed instructions Candice emailed—warm water, gentle soap, then a careful enema until the water ran clear. She practiced with one finger, then two, using the thick water-based lube Candice had recommended. The stretch burned, then melted into a deep, dirty pressure that made her clit ache. She came with two fingers buried in her ass more than once, face buried in a pillow so Rob wouldn’t hear how loud she got.

Saturday morning arrived bright and clear. Ashley showered for nearly forty minutes, scrubbing every inch of skin, paying special attention to the cleft of her ass until it felt soft and clean and ready. She dried off, moisturized, then put on the white lace lingerie Candice had specified—sheer bra that barely contained her full tits, matching thong that disappeared between her cheeks, and a short white negligee that floated around her thighs like a promise. Her hair was down, soft waves. Makeup subtle but pretty. She looked like a bride about to be thoroughly defiled.

Rob was already hard in his jeans when the doorbell rang at ten sharp. Candice stood on the threshold in a long coat, two shopping bags in hand, and a smile that was pure sin. Inside the coat she wore a red negligee almost identical to Ashley’s, the fabric clinging to her fuller breasts and the flare of her hips. Her dark hair was styled in loose waves. She looked like she’d walked out of every dirty fantasy Ashley had ever had about her best friend.

“Ready to give your husband the best anniversary present of his life?” Candice asked, setting the bags down.

Ashley’s voice came out husky. “Yes.”

They moved to the bedroom. Candice spread a thick towel over the middle of the bed, then unpacked her arsenal: several bottles of thick lube, a set of graduated silicone plugs in increasing sizes, a slender vibrating wand, latex gloves, and a small bottle of something labeled for intense anal play. Rob watched everything with dark, hungry eyes, already shirtless, the bulge in his jeans obscene.

Candice turned to Ashley. “On the bed. On your stomach first. Ass up. I want to see what we’re working with in person.”

Ashley climbed onto the mattress, heart slamming against her ribs. She settled on her knees, chest down, and reached back to pull the thong aside, presenting her clean, pink hole. The air felt cool against the sensitive skin. She heard Rob’s sharp inhale and Candice’s soft hum of approval.

“Look at that pretty little asshole,” Candice murmured. “So tight. So ready to be ruined.” She snapped on a glove, coated two fingers in lube, and gently circled Ashley’s rim. The touch was clinical at first, then deliberately sensual—slow circles, then the tip of one finger pressing inward until the muscle gave and swallowed her to the first knuckle.

Ashley gasped. The stretch was immediate, a bright burn that melted into heat. Candice worked the finger in and out, adding more lube, then a second finger, scissoring carefully. Rob moved closer, one hand stroking the hard line of his cock through his jeans.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Candice said over her shoulder. “We’re going to take our time. I want her dripping and open before you even think about putting that cock in her.”

She spent long minutes fingering Ashley’s ass, twisting, curling, stretching. Every so often she brushed the wand against Ashley’s clit, just enough to make her hips jerk. When three fingers finally slid in with only a dull ache, Candice withdrew and reached for the smallest plug.

“Breathe out,” she instructed. The tapered tip kissed Ashley’s hole, then pushed. The widest part stretched her with a sharp burn, then the plug settled inside, the base nestled between her cheeks. Ashley moaned into the sheets, feeling full and dirty and so turned on she could barely think.

Candice stripped out of her negligee, leaving only a red thong, and climbed onto the bed beside Ashley. She kissed her—slow, deep, tongues sliding—while one hand reached back to play with the plug, twisting it, pulling until the widest part almost popped free, then pushing it home again. Rob finally freed his cock. It was thick, the head already shiny with precum. Candice looked at it and smiled.

“Come here,” she told him. “Let me get you ready while I work on her.”

Rob stepped closer. Candice wrapped her free hand around his shaft and stroked slowly, then leaned in and took the head into her mouth. Ashley watched from the corner of her eye, heart racing, as her best friend sucked her husband’s cock with wet, filthy sounds while the plug in her own ass was fucked in and out. Jealousy flickered, then drowned under a wave of pure lust. This was for her. All of it.

Candice pulled off with a wet pop. “She’s ready for the next size.”

The second plug was noticeably thicker. Ashley’s hole resisted, then yielded with a deep, stretching burn that made her cry out. Candice soothed her with soft words and firm pressure on her lower back, working the toy until it seated fully. Then she turned Ashley onto her back, spread her legs wide, and lowered her mouth to Ashley’s cunt.

The dual sensation—thick plug stretching her ass while Candice’s tongue flicked her clit—ripped an orgasm out of Ashley almost immediately. She came hard, thighs shaking, cunt pulsing around nothing while her asshole clenched rhythmically on the silicone. Candice kept licking through it, then eased the plug free and replaced it with three gloved fingers, pumping steadily.

“Look at her,” Candice told Rob. “She’s taking it so well. Her little hole is starting to open for you.”

Rob’s cock was leaking steadily now. He stroked himself slowly, eyes locked on the place where Candice’s fingers disappeared into his wife’s ass.

Candice worked Ashley open for what felt like forever—fingers, the next plug, more fingers, the wand pressed against her clit until she came again with a broken sob. By the time the largest plug was seated, Ashley’s hole felt soft and pliant, the burn replaced by a deep, aching need to be filled by something hotter and thicker.

Candice finally removed the last plug and sat back on her heels, cheeks flushed, mouth shiny. “She’s ready. Rob, on the bed. On your back. Ashley, straddle him. We’re going to do this slow.”

Rob lay down, cock standing thick and dark against his stomach. Ashley climbed over him, knees on either side of his hips. Candice coated his shaft in a thick layer of lube, then more, until it glistened. She guided Ashley’s hips down until the blunt head of Rob’s cock pressed against her stretched, slick hole.

“Breathe out and push back,” Candice whispered against Ashley’s ear. “Let him in.”

Ashley bore down. The head breached her with a sharp, bright stretch that made her cry out. Rob’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. Candice’s fingers stayed at the place where they were joined, gently spreading Ashley’s rim, feeding more of the thick shaft inside.

Inch by inch Ashley sank down. The burn was intense, almost too much, but underneath it was a pressure that lit up every nerve in her pelvis. When she finally sat fully on him, Rob’s cock buried to the root in her virgin ass, she trembled and panted and felt tears slip down her cheeks.

“That’s it,” Candice murmured, kissing the tears away. “You’re taking every inch of your husband’s cock in your tight little asshole. Such a good girl.”

Rob’s voice was strained. “Fuck. So tight. So fucking hot and tight around me.”

Candice reached between them and rubbed Ashley’s clit in firm circles. “Ride him. Slow. Feel every ridge.”

Ashley lifted and sank, experimental. The drag of his cock along her inner walls was overwhelming. Every movement sent sparks up her spine. She started to move more deliberately, rising until only the head remained inside, then dropping down to take him deep again. The burn faded into pure, filthy pleasure. Her cunt dripped onto his balls. Candice kept rubbing her clit and whispering filthy encouragement.

“Look at you fucking yourself on his cock. Your ass is stretched so wide around him. You’re going to come with your husband’s dick buried in your virgin hole, aren’t you?”

Ashley nodded frantically. She bounced harder, the wet sound of lube and the slap of skin filling the room. Rob’s hands guided her hips, helping her take him deeper. Candice leaned in and sucked one of Ashley’s nipples into her mouth, teeth grazing.

The orgasm hit like a wave. Ashley’s ass clamped down hard on Rob’s cock as she came, a guttural cry tearing from her throat. Her whole body shook. Rob groaned and thrust up into her, chasing his own release, but Candice put a hand on his chest.

“Not yet. Pull out. I want to see that gaping little hole.”

Rob lifted Ashley off him. His cock slapped against his stomach, shiny with lube. Ashley’s hole stayed open for a moment, a dark, stretched circle that slowly began to close. Candice leaned down and licked it, tongue delving inside, tasting lube and Ashley’s own musk. Ashley whimpered at the intimate, filthy sensation.

“On your hands and knees,” Candice ordered. “Ass up. He’s going to fuck you properly now.”

Ashley scrambled into position. Rob moved behind her, gripped her hips, and lined up. This time the entry was smoother. He pushed in steadily until his hips met her ass, then started thrusting—long, deep strokes that made her tits swing and her breath punch out in soft cries.

Candice slid underneath Ashley, between her spread knees, and licked her dripping cunt while Rob fucked her ass. The dual stimulation was almost too much. Ashley came again within minutes, harder than before, her asshole fluttering around Rob’s thick shaft. Rob didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, the pace increasing, the sound of his cock slamming into her wet, stretched hole echoing through the room.

“Harder,” Ashley begged, voice broken. “Fuck my ass harder. Use me.”

Rob growled and gave her exactly what she asked for. His hips snapped forward, driving deep, the thick head dragging against places inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. Candice sucked her clit and pushed two fingers into her cunt, curling them so Ashley felt stuffed in both holes.

The third orgasm wrecked her. She collapsed onto her forearms, face pressed to the mattress, ass still raised as Rob pounded into her. Tears streamed down her cheeks—not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity. Candice crawled up and kissed her open mouth, sharing the taste of her own cunt.

“You’re doing so good,” Candice whispered. “Taking that big cock in your tight virgin ass like you were made for it. You’re going to let him fill you up, aren’t you? Let him pump his cum deep in your bowels.”

Ashley could only moan in answer. Rob’s rhythm faltered. He slammed in deep one last time and came with a guttural groan, cock pulsing, flooding her ass with thick ropes of cum. Ashley felt every spurt, the heat of it, the way it made her even wetter and messier inside.

They stayed locked together for long moments. When Rob finally pulled out, a thick trickle of cum followed, dripping down Ashley’s thighs and onto the towel. Candice immediately leaned in and licked it up, tongue cleaning Ashley’s used hole with slow, thorough strokes while Ashley trembled and came one more time from the sheer filthy intimacy of it.

They collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap. Rob stroked Ashley’s hair. Candice kissed the back of her neck. No one spoke for a long time.

Eventually Candice reached for the wand again. “We’re not done. Anniversary sex deserves more than one round.”

She had Rob lie on his back once more. Ashley straddled his face this time, lowering her cum-smeared cunt and still-sensitive asshole onto his mouth while Candice straddled his hips and took his half-hard cock into her mouth, sucking him back to full hardness with wet, expert strokes. Ashley rocked against Rob’s tongue, feeling him clean her, taste himself inside her. When he was hard again, Candice guided Ashley down onto him—cunt first this time—so Ashley could feel the different stretch, the way her pussy was looser after the intense anal. She rode him while Candice knelt behind her, fingering her still-loose asshole, pushing cum back inside, then adding a third finger until Ashley was stuffed full again.

They switched positions endlessly. Rob fucked Ashley’s ass while she ate Candice’s pussy. Candice sat on Ashley’s face while Rob took her from behind. At one point Candice produced a slim double-ended toy and they used it so that while Rob fucked Ashley’s cunt, the other end was buried in Candice’s ass, the three of them connected in a chain of wet, desperate motion. Ashley came so many times she lost count. Her asshole felt soft and used and perfect. Rob came twice more—once in her mouth while Candice licked her clean, once deep in her ass again while Candice held her open and watched every thick pulse.

By the time the afternoon light started to fade, the three of them were wrecked. Ashley lay on her stomach, legs open, cum leaking from both holes, body marked with handprints and love bites. Rob dozed beside her, one hand possessively on her ass. Candice sat up against the headboard, sipping water, looking thoroughly satisfied.

“How do you feel?” Candice asked softly.

Ashley turned her head, smiled a slow, sated smile. “Like I just got the best anniversary present of my life. And like I’m never going back to just regular sex.”

Rob stirred, kissed her shoulder. “Good. Because I’m already hard again thinking about next weekend.”

Candice laughed. “I’ll leave the lube. And the plugs. Practice makes perfect.”

They ordered takeout eventually, ate it naked in bed, the sheets ruined and the air thick with the smell of sex. Ashley felt loose and open and claimed in a way she never had before. Every time she shifted, she felt the residual ache in her ass and smiled.

Later, after Candice had gone home with promises to check in, Ashley and Rob showered together. He washed her carefully, fingers gentle as they soaped between her cheeks. When they got back into the clean sheets, she rolled onto her stomach and reached back to spread herself for him.

“One more time,” she whispered. “Slow. I want to feel you while I fall asleep.”

He covered her body with his, guided his cock to her tender hole, and slid home with almost no resistance. They moved together in the dark, slow and deep, his breath hot against her neck, her soft moans the only sound. When he came inside her this time it was with a quiet groan, and she followed right after, the orgasm rolling through her like warm water.

Ashley drifted off with her husband’s cock still softening inside her ass, the sheets smelling of them, the knowledge that her body had been opened and claimed settling deep in her bones. Five years of marriage, and she had never felt more thoroughly, deliciously owned.

In the weeks that followed, anal became a regular part of their life. Sometimes soft and slow on Sunday mornings. Sometimes rough and desperate after a long day. Sometimes with Candice watching or joining, her hands and mouth adding another layer of heat. Ashley bought more toys, more lube, learned how to take Rob’s cock in her ass while riding him reverse so he could watch her hole stretch around his shaft. She learned the particular way her body responded when he came deep inside her, the way the heat of his load made her clench and drip.

She never stopped being a good wife. She just became a better one—one who knew exactly how to make her husband lose his mind, and who had discovered that the dirtiest, tightest part of her body was also the place that made her feel most alive.

And every time Rob slid into her ass, every time Candice’s fingers or tongue joined in, Ashley remembered that first afternoon: the burn, the stretch, the tears, the overwhelming pleasure of giving something she had never given before. Her anal curiosity had been more than satisfied. It had become a hunger she fed as often as she could, with the two people she trusted most in the world.

Life, she decided, was very, very good.