Anal Anxiety (Part One) - Sex Stories

Anal Anxiety (Part One)

... patience and stamina for both of us. But once we got things going, it became one of those “special things” that we do every once and a while. Still with my eyes closed, I pictured Jimmy kneeling behind me, with his hands firmly grasping my hips and his cock slowly penetrating my ass. I remembered the first time we did it. I was using a vibrator on my clit the entire time. That gave me something to focus on while he figured out what he was doing. After a couple of tries, me yelling out at least twice, and lots of lube and fingers… well, it worked. The next time was a lot easier. Then there was the time after the poker party with Jimmy and his friends. Jimmy was fucking my ass while I was sucking one of his friend’s cocks. I suppose the other two guys were watching. Maybe Jen’s idea wasn’t so ridiculous, after all! I opened my eyes, and realized that I was rubbing my pussy with one hand through my yoga pants. It was 2 in the afternoon and my car was in a small public parking lot behind the strip mall where the store was. Looking around, there was one empty car parked beside me. I didn’t see anyone else nearby, so I slipped my fingers beneath the waist band of my pants. Dipping two fingers into my wetness, I moved up to my clit. With circular movements, I closed my eyes again, and imagined being fucked in someone’s living room on the floor, with couples all around us. Would I need to have an orgasm in front of them? Could I have an orgasm in front of them? I didn’t know about ...

... that, but what I did know that I needed to have one right then and there! Rubbing faster, I moved my hips in a circular motion. Feeling my entire body tense up, it was only moments before I was groaning and cumming. My rubbing (and orgasm) slowed down gradually, and I opened my eyes. Looking around, I was surprised to see that the car beside me was no longer there. Had they seen me? I would never know. I didn’t mention it to Jimmy right away. I thought about it for a few days before I said anything. One evening, we were cuddling on the couch watching TV. It was time. “Jimmy?” I asked. “You like my ass, right?” “You know I do, baby,” he replied. “Your ass was made for me!” “Why do you like fucking my ass so much?” I inquired. “Well,” I never did it with my first wife, and you never did it with your first husband, so I figure it is something that we can share exclusively with each other in our marriage,” he said thoughtfully. “Plus, I think my cock fits perfectly inside you, so there!” I cuddled in closer to him. “I wish other people could see how close we are together and how amazing our relationship is,” I whispered. “Baby, all they have to do is see us together and they will know that,” Jimmy responded. “But they have no clue about how great our sex is together, though,” I said. “Well, you could write a book about it,” he suggested. “I bet you could write some great stories! Jimmy didn’t know that I had already written a number of stories about our sexual adventures and had ...