Category: Anal Stories

A Wanton Wife Ch. 01

by red_hot_bottom©

You know how much I want to try anal sex. I've hinted and offered and even asked outright, but each time you say, "Maybe someday we'll talk about it." I am so frustrated, and you know it. I whine and complain, hoping that it will lead to a spanking and then to the thing I want so much, but all I end up with is a few slaps to the ass, and a long hard pussy fuck, and not the reamed ass that I fantasize about.

I sneak online to read the anal stories on Literotica, and daydream about the people who wrote them. I fantasize about emailing them and asking them to do to me what they write about, but I can't. I won't. We're married and that means something and I just have to wait...and wait...and wait.

Finally, I can stand it no longer. I know you'll be angry if you find out, but I don't care. I need relief. I decide to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. I buy some toys - anal plugs in four sizes – small, medium, large, and "oh my god." I also order a strap on dildo about the size of your cock – maybe I can somehow attach it to the bedpost and do for myself what you won't do. Finally, refillable enema bags (and an inflatable enema plug!) and lubes of all kinds. I even order condoms with different textures, thinking I can put them on the strap on and figure out which I like the most, so that I know what to ask for when you finally – finally! – fuck me in the ass.

My frustration grows and is tied to something you don't know – I've tried anal sex twice, with the man I dated before I met you. I loved it, and I want to do it again (and again and again). I didn't tell you about it before, omitting it from my somewhat white washed sexual history that you got when we were dating. Now, I can't tell you that I love it and want it and dream of it and even though it's been years since there was a cock in my ass I still think about it every single day. If I tell you now, you might even say no. I've actually been doing exercises to keep my ass tight so that when you do fuck it, you'll think it's the first time. I have other fantasies, too, so many that I want you to fulfill, but I'm too ashamed to tell you about...yet. Maybe after you fuck my ass, I can tell you the next one, and the next one, and keep going until I get it every way I want.

My toys arrive in the mail quickly (though not quickly enough for my impatient needs). I take the box upstairs to our bedroom and open it. Everything is a bit larger then I expected, but it all looks wonderful. I open the package for the smallest anal plug and finger the ridged, rubbery hardness. I realize how wet I am and I pull down my panties and step out of them, leaving my skirt and stockings on. I can't resist sliding it in and out of my soaking pussy. It feels so good and I glide it in and out slowly, moaning aloud as I think of how it will feel in my ass. I pull it out with an audible "pop" – those exercises to keep my ass tight keep my pussy tight, too – and slide it back slowly towards my neglected hole, almost moaning aloud with anticipation. I begin to press slowly, gently, bouncing up and down on my toes. I decide to make it more real – more like I imagine it to be when you actually do it to me - and walk over to the bed. Our bed is taller than most, with no footboard so that when I bend over it I am on my toes and it is the perfect height for you to fuck me doggie style, which is our favorite position.

Leaving my heels on so that I can bend over the bed and keep my feet on the floor - since I won't have you to impale me and lift me onto my toes with your thrusts – I slowly lift my skirt, feeling exposed. I know how you love to see me like this, which is why you bought me all the short skirts and costumes (nurse, French maid, catholic school girl, cheerleader – how funny I found those, but I wear them anytime you ask because they inspire you to new heights {and depths, pounding deep and hard into my pussy} and I try to fulfill every fantasy you even hint at, so that maybe someday you'll fulfill this one of mine. I imagine you walking into the room and seeing me like this. In my head, I see you drop your briefcase and quickly walk up behind me. I start to say something, to explain, only to hear you snarl, "Shut up, bitch. You're acting like a slut, so I'll treat you like one" as I imagine hearing your zipper being jerked open.

"You want it in the ass," you growl, "so you're going to get it up the ass. Just don't expect me to be gentle with you. You forced me into this when you wanted it instead of when I wanted it, and I'm going to make you regret that."

I press the tip of the anal plug against my tight sphincter, moaning aloud with desire. I wish I had the larger one – or even the huge one – in my hand instead of the small one. The tip presses brutally into my tense asshole and I begin to roughly force it in, dreaming of you taking me this way with your cock, The top just starts to slip in when I hear a car door slam.

"No!" I squeal with disappointment. You're home early. I hastily run to the closet and put my new toy back in the box, shoving the whole thing behind some sweaters on the shelf. I hurriedly look for my panties, but can't seem to find them...

Written by: red_hot_bottom

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Category: Anal Stories