When we married I had only a handful of anal experiences… relishing each one. My wife and I had one during our year and a half courting period. I had gone out with my buddies and came home all worked up and drunk enough to have my decision making abilities hindered to say the least. Needless to say, it wasnt one of my finest hours and didnt make it an experience Fili wanted to repeat.
Regardless, over the years we gradually started towards that direction albeit on a much slower course. One reason for such slow progress towards our goal was Filis size. Standing 57, she was a petite little thing at only 112 pounds… and tighter than any woman Id ever been with been with. Other contributing factors might have been that Fili was lactose intolerant and prone to some pretty painful gas after ingesting anything dairy or that contained beans. She also didnt eat enough fiber… so all stars had to be aligned in order for me to explore that nether region of bliss.
It didnt take long after our marriage before I was wrapping a hand behind her and circling her anus with a well licked finger whilst she ground down upon me. This, understandably, led to my insertion of said finger… and with a quick popping in and out provided Fili with the most intense of orgasms.
One fingertip became a finger length… that, eventually, turned into two fingers. On rare occasions we would slather on the KY liberally both to my ever so hard cock (its amazing what anticipation and foreplay can do to a person) as well as working some on/in her oh-so-tight ass. We would work ever so slowly to allow my cock access and most times would have to abort due to extreme discomfort. Ah… but those handful of times where acceptance was granted led to phenomenal sex… satiating that desire in me for at least a few days.
One such memorable experience was on the first evening of our second anniversary vacation to Hawaii. Maybe it was not eating anything on the plane, the heat, the bubbly waiting for us in... Læs hele novellen
