You stroke your fingers down the crack of her ass. Your wife shivers. You take her into a bedroom!

You stroke your fingers down the crack of her ass. Your wife shivers. You take her by the hand, pick up a bottle of lotion, and lead her into a bedroom. To your delight, she relaxes. "Please John. Fuck my ass." Your answer is to swab her ear and bite at her neck. Your hands slide up and down the front of her body. You have waited long enough for this moment. "My wife," you breath in her ear.

You lay her down and push a pillow under the small of her back. You guide her legs apart and eye the intimate vista. Your wife's labia is engorged and shining with wetness. You trace a finger along one crest, spread her pink petals, and begin to eat. "Oh John," she gasps out. She jumps at your touch and you pull her back into place. You press your face firmly into her pussy, licking and growling. She feels the vibrations and cries out. Her body shakes as she comes.

You slip a finger carefully into her throbbing wetness. Again she bucks and thrashes. She pants like a steam engine, moaning your name. You put in two. Cautiously you twist your fingers inside her. You scoop out some of her moisture and begin to smear it on her pucker. This time she really jumps. "What are you doing?" "Relax, it's all right. I'm just preparing you for what's to come." "Do you really want my ass? We never did that before!"