Welcome Back, My Love!

"Mmm, it's nice to be home," my wife sighed, as she slipped off her clothes, heading to join me in bed. She had spent the night before and most of the day with her boyfriend Mark, and had just finished the two-hour drive back to our house. It had been over a month since they last saw each other.

As we nestled in under the sheets getting comfortable, I felt the smoothness of her calf brush against mine. Long ago, I had asked her never to shave on my account, so I couldn't help letting my fingers luxuriate on the soft, yielding skin she had prepared for Mark before this visit.

"How did it go?" I asked, feigning a bit of nonchalance.

"Oh, baby, I needed that trip so much. Thank you," she cooed at me. "Ever since he moved farther away, I've been aching for his cock, daydreaming at work." They used to meet up during the day over lunch breaks. My wife shifted in bed, responding to my furtive caresses of her naked body,

I followed up, "What was your favorite part?"

"Oh, there are a lot of favorite parts. Before you turn the light out, take a look at one," she chuckled as she turned on her front and pulled the sheet down to expose her ass. A thin welt appeared on one cheek, where her boyfriend Mark had used a crop or cane on her.

"Fuck, that's hot," I stammered, as I felt my cock stiffen. I looked down at my wife, admiring her curves and her skin, pale except for that telltale reddish sign of ownership he had left with her. I instinctively moved closer and started to massage her shoulders and back gently. She playfully kicked her legs up and back down to the bed for a few seconds.

"I knew you would like that." The lingering muscle tension from driving started to leave her body, as she accepted my back and shoulder rubs with some comfortable sighs.

After a minute or two, my wife said "That feels good, thank you," and reached for the bedside lamp. Click. Our bedroom was dark, but I still saw the faint outline of her body below me. I laid back on the bed.

We spent a quiet minute in bed. Just as I started to wonder if I would need to pump her for more details, she volunteered, "He fucked my ass, babe. We were fucking this afternoon, and he had me bent over the bed fucking me doggystyle, and he groaned, 'God, I want to fuck your ass so bad'... and before I knew what I was saying, I said, "do it, Mark, fuck my ass. I want you to."

This hadn't happened before. Neither my wife nor I were very inclined to do anal when we got married, and it hadn't really come up with Mark or any of her other lovers. I could tell that this was part dirty talk and part confession for my wife, since we hadn't specifically talked about this ahead of time.

I reached over to gently touch her smooth, naked skin under the bedsheet. "And?" I asked. "How did it go? Did you like it?"

"I loved it... eventually," she replied, reaching back to me, feeling for my rock-hard cock. My wife left her hand on it, fingertips cradling my balls. "It didn't all go down right then and there. He gently pushed around with the tip of his cock there, but then he told me he wanted to do it right, so I could enjoy it."

I closed my eyes and imagined Mark and my wife, and how her boyfriend might turn her into his anal slut. My cock throbbed under my wife's grasp.

"So he started with a finger and a lot of lube, and I felt myself start to relax and open up," she continued. "He pushed in another finger and it was ok but a little stretching feeling."

"Mmmhm," I responded, turning towards her and touching her body more insistently now, up and down her hips, her belly, her tits. I felt my hunger for her growing, as she described her exploits from earlier that day.

"He had a dildo still in the package that he offered to use, but I told him no, just give me the real thing. For just a second or two as he pressed his cock inside me, I couldn't tell if it would even fit. Then suddenly, it went all the way inside me and I felt like I might pass out, but it was just the tension turning into pleasure."

"He opened me up, baby. I couldn't even talk right, I just repeated, 'yes,' 'fuck my ass,' 'you own my ass,' and things like that."

I looked down between us, at her hand still covering my cock and balls, and back up into her eyes. "Sounds pretty fun. Did he cum?"

"Not then, no. He was still being careful not to be rough. So we cleaned up in the shower, I sucked his dick while he dried me off, and then I rode him until we both came."

She paused and then added, "I was fantasizing about him fucking my ass."

I looked down at her hips and bellybutton again, "Soooo..." I started.

"Yes, he came in me and I didn't clean up or anything."

"I want to eat your pussy," I insisted. This is the tacit agreement we have: she gets to fuck other men, I get to eat her pussy. She prefers dick to being eaten.

"I want you to eat my pussy," she replied. I moved my head down, tasting her smooth skin, first on her inner thigh, then above her now-bare crotch, and finally my lips met hers. I made love to it, and worshipped her clit, all the while feeling like the luckiest husband in the world. One boyfriend, ten men, a thousand men could make their marks and leave their seed inside her; each one just makes me revere her body more.

Eventually I had an idea. "Turn over," I said. "I am going to eat you from the back, and then I'm going to eat your ass."

"Mark's ass," she replied.

"Mark's ass," I agreed, and then my cheeks pushed against hers, my lips pushed out and my tongue extended. "Mark's ass."