She Said “Never Touch Me There”

Mark had been married to Sarah for six years, and in that time their sex life had settled into a comfortable, predictable rhythm. Missionary on Mondays after the kids were asleep. Her on top when she felt like taking control. The occasional blowjob in the shower if he was lucky. She came reliably from his tongue or the small bullet vibrator they kept in the nightstand, and he finished inside her or across her soft stomach. It was good. It was safe. It was starting to bore the living fuck out of him.

He had fantasized about her ass for years. That perfect, pale, heart-shaped ass that jiggled just enough when she walked naked from the bathroom to the bed. The tight little rosebud nestled between those cheeks, pink and forbidden. He had asked once, early on, and she had shut it down hard. “That’s an exit, not an entrance. Don’t ever try that with me.” The memory of her tone still stung. So he had let it go. For a while.

But the hunger never left. It lived in the back of his mind every time she bent over to pick something up, every time she pressed back against him in spoon position and he felt the soft give of her cheeks against his cock. He started reading. Articles. Forums. A book by some woman who claimed anal could be the most intense pleasure a woman ever felt if done right. He bought the DVD version of that guide and left it on the coffee table one Friday night after the kids were with her sister for the weekend.

They watched it together. Sarah sat stiff at first, arms crossed, but as the women on screen spoke calmly about arousal, lube, and going slow, something shifted in her face. When one of the women moaned through a careful first penetration, Sarah’s breath caught. After the credits rolled she was quiet for a long time.

“Maybe,” she said finally, voice small, “it can hurt good.”

That was all the opening he needed.

They drove up to the cabin that Saturday afternoon. Two hours north, no cell service, no neighbors within shouting distance. Just the two of them, a king-sized bed, a bottle of good lube he’d bought that morning, and the small purple vibrator she loved. He had packed wine. She had packed the short silk robe that barely covered her ass when she tied it.

Dinner was simple. Steak, salad, two glasses of red for her, one for him. They talked about nothing important while the tension built under the table. Every time she crossed her legs he watched the robe ride higher. Every time she laughed he watched her tits shift under the thin fabric. By the time the plates were cleared his cock was already half-hard against his thigh.

He took her hand and led her to the bedroom without a word. The curtains were open to the dark trees. Moonlight spilled across the bed. He stood behind her and untied the robe, letting it fall open. His hands slid up her stomach, cupped her full tits, thumbs brushing the already tight nipples. She leaned back against him with a soft sigh.

“We’re really doing this?” she whispered.

“Only if you want it. We go as slow as you need. You say stop and I stop. No questions.”

She nodded. He felt the small shiver that ran through her.

He turned her and kissed her deep, tasting the wine on her tongue. His hands roamed everywhere—over the curve of her ass, down the backs of her thighs, up between her legs where she was already warm and slick. He stroked her outer lips lightly, not entering, just teasing until her hips started to move. Then he walked her backward to the bed and laid her down.

He spent a long time on her body. Mouth on her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot under her ear. Tongue circling one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. He sucked until the peaks were dark and swollen, then moved lower, kissing the soft plane of her stomach, the insides of her thighs. When he finally spread her legs and settled between them she was already breathing hard.

He licked her slowly. Broad strokes from entrance to clit, then focused circles around the swollen bud. She tasted clean and musky, her juices coating his tongue. He slipped one finger inside her pussy, then two, curling against the front wall while his mouth worked her clit. She was so wet the wet sounds filled the quiet room. Her hands fisted in his hair. Her thighs trembled.

“Don’t make me come yet,” she gasped. “I want… I want to be ready.”

He eased off, kissed the inside of her knee, and reached for the vibrator. The soft buzz filled the air. He pressed it against her clit and watched her back arch. He worked it in slow circles, then slid it down and pushed the rounded tip into her cunt. She took it easily, hips rising to meet it. He fucked her with the toy while his tongue returned to her clit, alternating pressure until she was moaning continuously, a low, desperate sound.

Only then did he reach for the lube.

He slicked his fingers generously, then her. He didn’t push inside her ass yet. Just circled the tight ring with a lubed fingertip, spreading the thick gel, pressing lightly without entering. The muscle fluttered under his touch. Sarah’s breathing changed—sharper, more focused. He kept the vibrator moving inside her pussy, kept his mouth on her clit, and continued the gentle circling until the resistance softened a fraction.

“I’m going to put just the tip of my finger in,” he murmured against her wet flesh. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

She nodded, eyes closed.

He pressed. The ring gave slowly. The first knuckle slid in. Heat. Incredible tight heat. She made a small sound—half gasp, half moan—but didn’t pull away. He held still, letting her adjust, while the vibrator hummed against her G-spot and his tongue kept steady pressure on her clit. After a minute he moved the finger in tiny circles, stretching her gently. Then he added more lube and a second finger, scissoring carefully. The stretch made her thighs tense, but the vibrator and his mouth kept her floating in the pleasure. Her ass clenched and released around his fingers in rhythmic waves.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “It feels… full. Strange. But good.”

He worked her like that for long minutes, never rushing, adding lube whenever the slide felt less than perfect. When her hips started pushing back onto his fingers instead of away, he knew she was ready.

He withdrew carefully, wiped his hand, and stood to strip. His cock was rigid, the head already shiny with precum. He coated it thickly with lube until it glistened under the moonlight. Sarah watched him, legs still spread, the vibrator still buzzing softly inside her.

“On your side,” he said. “Facing me. Lift your top leg.”

She rolled. He lay behind her, spooned close, and guided his cock between her cheeks. The blunt head nudged her stretched hole. He pressed forward slowly. The ring resisted, then yielded. The head popped inside with a soft, wet sound. Sarah’s whole body went rigid.

“Breathe,” he said against her ear. “Just the head. I’m not moving. Feel it.”

She breathed. In and out. The tight ring of muscle pulsed around the head of his cock, squeezing like a fist. The heat was unbelievable. He held perfectly still, one hand reaching around to keep the vibrator pressed to her clit, the other stroking her side, her breast, her hip. Minutes passed. The tension in her body slowly melted. Her breathing deepened. The grip around his cock eased a fraction.

“More,” she whispered.

He pushed. Inch by slow inch. The tight tunnel swallowed him. Every ridge of his shaft dragged against the smooth, hot walls. Halfway. Three-quarters. Then he was fully seated, balls pressed against her, cock buried to the root in his wife’s virgin ass. The sensation was so intense his vision blurred. She was tighter than anything he had ever felt—impossibly, deliciously tight.

“Jesus Christ, Sarah. Your ass is so fucking tight around my cock.”

She made a broken sound. “It feels huge. You’re stretching me open. Don’t move yet. Just… stay.”

He stayed. The vibrator kept working her clit. He reached under her top leg and found her soaked pussy, sliding two fingers inside while his cock pulsed deep in her ass. The dual penetration made her whimper. He could feel his own cock through the thin wall separating her holes. She started rocking back against him in tiny movements, testing the fullness.

When she finally said, “Okay… fuck me,” he began to move.

Short, careful strokes at first. Just a couple of inches out, then back in. The lube kept everything slick. Her ass clung to him on every withdrawal, the pink rim gripping the shaft. He watched it over her shoulder—the way her hole stretched around him, the way it tried to hold him inside. The sight alone almost made him come.

He fucked her faster gradually, still gentle, still deep. The wet sounds of lube and her soft moans filled the room. He kept the vibrator tight against her clit and his fingers pumping her cunt. Her body started to shake.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped. “Oh god, Mark, I’m going to come with your cock in my ass—”

The orgasm hit her hard. Her ass clamped down in powerful rhythmic spasms, milking his cock. She cried out, long and broken, hips jerking. The force of her climax pulled him over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and came in thick pulses, flooding her ass with hot cum. He kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, feeling every spurt leave him and fill her.

They stayed locked together while the aftershocks faded. His cock softened slowly inside her. When he finally pulled out, a slow trickle of cum followed, sliding down over her pussy. He watched it with raw satisfaction.

He cleaned her carefully with a warm washcloth, then held her while her breathing returned to normal. She was quiet for a long time, fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

“I came harder than I ever have,” she said eventually. “It was… intense. Full. Dirty. I liked it.”

He kissed her forehead. “We can do it again whenever you want. Or never. Your call.”

She was silent another minute. Then her hand drifted down and wrapped around his sticky cock.

“I want it again tonight,” she said. “But first I want you to lick my ass clean while I sit on your face.”

His cock twitched back to life.

They didn’t sleep much that night.

An hour later she straddled his face in reverse, knees on either side of his head, ass hovering over his mouth. He gripped her hips and pulled her down. His tongue dragged from her still-sensitive cunt up to the puffy, used hole. She tasted of lube and his own cum. He licked thoroughly, circling the stretched rim, then pushed his tongue inside as far as it would go. She moaned and ground down, riding his face while she stroked his cock with both hands.

When she was dripping again he flipped her onto her back, legs pushed high and wide. He lubed up once more and pressed into her ass missionary style this time. The angle let him watch every expression on her face as he sank in. Her eyes fluttered. Her mouth fell open. He fucked her slower this round, deeper, rolling his hips so the head dragged against every sensitive nerve. One hand worked her clit in tight circles. The other pinched and twisted her nipples.

“Talk to me,” he said. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels like you’re splitting me open,” she panted. “Your cock is so thick in my ass. I can feel every vein. Every inch. Fuck me harder. I want to feel it tomorrow.”

He gave her what she asked for. Longer strokes, firmer thrusts. The bed creaked. Her tits bounced with every impact. Sweat slicked both their bodies. When she came the second time her ass locked down so hard he could barely move. He forced through the contractions and kept pounding until she was sobbing with overstimulation. Only then did he pull out, fist his cock, and paint her open hole and swollen clit with another thick load.

They rested. Drank water. Showered together under the hot spray, where he bent her over and soaped every inch of her, paying special attention to the tender, well-fucked hole. She pushed back against his fingers when he cleaned her there. By the time they toweled off she was ready again.

The third time she climbed on top in reverse cowgirl. She reached back, spread her own cheeks, and guided him into her ass herself. The view was obscene—his thick shaft disappearing between her pale cheeks, her stretched rim gripping him, her dangling tits and the wet slit of her pussy visible beneath. She rode him with short, rolling movements at first, then longer bounces that made her ass ripple. He held her hips and thrust up to meet her. The wet slap of skin filled the cabin. She reached down and rubbed her clit furiously.

“I’m your dirty little anal slut now,” she moaned. “Look at me taking your cock in my ass like I was made for it. Fill me again. I want to feel your cum leaking out of me all night.”