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Author’s note:
Mandy’s Sexcapade is a nonlinear addendum to the “Sharing My Wife Amanda” series. However, like all other stories in this anthology, “(B)Rimming With Love” can be read as a standalone story.
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“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
The “Golden Rule”
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PROLOGUE
I adore my wife.
In my humble opinion, Amanda is the epitome of perfection. Standing at 5’6, her long black silky hair flows to her hips, and smells like freshly-cut flowers. Yoga, regular workouts at the gym, and running 10+ miles every week may have bestowed onto Amanda an athletic physique, including thighs and an upper torso that are V-shaped, toned arms, and a chiseled midsection, yet none of those attributes detract from her overtly feminine curves. My wife’s brown, slightly almond-shaped eyes give her a decidedly exotic countenance, and always seemed to be twinkling with some sort of naughtiness or inside joke that only she is aware of.
Amanda’s physical beauty is unmatched but, somehow, it’s secondary to her intelligence, witty sense of humor, and, most notably, her compassion.
You’d be more likely to find my wife volunteering at the local animal shelter or soup kitchen than partying late at night.
These qualities are the reason why I adore Amanda. It’s not an exaggeration or an understatement for me to declare that I love my wife more than life itself. She represents something beyond love and perfection that is impossible to put into words.
But I’m a simple man, if not a typical one; I think with two heads, and often NOT with the correct one! When I first laid eyes on my future wife, her intangible qualities, though obvious now, weren’t initially apparent. Instead, I first noticed what any man would’ve.
Amanda’s face, that of an angel, and unsurpassed in its beauty.
Her ungodly perfect 34C tits.
And, of course, her incredible ass.
My god, her incredible, mouthwatering ass…
I could spend an eternity trying to decide which of those 3 is Amanda’s best physical attribute, but I’ve developed an obsession for her ass. An obsession where I think of it constantly. And when I say “obsession”, I don’t mean simply admiring my wife’s ass from afar.
I mean touching it… squeezing it when we hug or spanking it during those playful moments when we’re naked in bed.
Making love to her ass.
Rimming Amanda, which I have never done before; tasting her anus… tasting her.
My anal obsession began some time ago when I was making love to Amanda doggystyle. It felt like heaven being inside her pussy, but my eyes were glued to her ass. My palms swept over her rear cheeks lovingly as I thrusted. Amanda was astute and, though she couldn’t see me, knew where my attention was.
Even then, I was unabashedly reminding Amanda of my fixation for her ass every day!
But on that fateful day, Amanda did something that began to change the trajectory of our sex life and, more importantly, our love.
She invited me to pull out and cum all over her ass.
I moaned elatedly to the heavens as I obliged.
I can still recall the sight of my thick cum showering Amanda, ropes and ropes of milky whiteness splashing onto her bottom with loud “splats”, her bottom resembling a work of art after I was finished painting it.
I wanted more; I needed more.
I didn’t simply long to make love to my wife’s ass.
I longed to kiss and taste it… to rim her for a very long, long time.
Amanda has been sexually adventuresome since our very first date, but while sex and blowjobs have luckily been a regularity, anal sex, at first, was not. I often begged for it, but with the exception of special occasions like Christmas or my birthday, Amanda denied me each time. It wasn’t until we were married for years when she finally allowed anal sex.
The sensation of Amanda’s sphincter muscles wrapped around my cock is as incredible as being in her mouth or vagina. It’s something that I can never get enough of. Even now, after almost a decade of marriage, I can only count on less than 2 hands how many times I’ve been able to bury my cock in her anus.
Amanda is well aware of my constant craving for her ass, and holds it over me like an adult teasing a child with candy.
Now, as I’ve indicated, Amanda is a workout fiend. The local gym is her like her 2nd home. If she’s not there on a machine or lifting weights, then my wife is on a treadmill working on her cardio and sculpting her ass. Amanda looks as sensational as to be expected when wearing a little black dress that’s so skimpy that it may as well be another layer of skin, but I stand firm when I declare that she looks her best, sexiest, and most devastating while garbed in sweaty workout clothes.
Specifically, in her form-fitting sports bras and yoga pants.
I can only imagine the lustful gazes Escort Amanda receives at the gym, her scantily clad athletic body the stuff that wet dreams are made of.
Her breasts may be perfect in shape and size, but it’s the way Amanda’s yoga pants cling her bottom that truly drives me crazy. The snugness of those yoga pants accentuates her deep crease, and makes it evident that she’s is not wearing any underwear. One could even say that as I’ve developed an affinity for Amanda’s yoga pants, too!
No, fetish would be a more accurate.
Amanda is a heavenly vision when she’s glammed up in a little black dress or stripped down to sexy lingerie, but nothing makes me want to ravish my wife more than watching her getting dressed for the gym.
And it just so happens that’s where Amanda is going right now…
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I hooked one arm around Amanda’s waist as she tried to leave. She was heading to the gym clad in a purple sports and black yoga pants which, unsurprisingly, induced my immediate erection. I pressed into my wife from behind, and rubbed my crotch against her bottom.
I wanted to know how hot I was for her; I wanted her to feel it.
I inhaled deeply. Amanda smelled fresh and clean. “You actually showered before going to the gym?” I asked in amusement.
Amanda feigned nonchalance as she shrugged. “Yea. So?” I nuzzled her neck, causing her to squeal, “Hey, that tickles!”
My wife’s entire body was toned like her ass and her intoxicating scent was like a pheromone. It was irresistible and left me wanting. “Stay home,” I begged.
This time, Amanda couldn’t keep the slyness from her voice. “And why would I do that?”
“You know why.” For emphasis, I pressed my burgeoning erection into her again, and was prepared to dry-hump her ass.
She chortled, “Desperate!”
“Your fault,” I deadpanned.
“I’m supposed to meet the girls in 30 minutes for a spin class.”
“Stay home, and I’ll give you a workout myself.”
“Whatever.”
“I’ll do anything you want. I’ll even do all the work this time.”
My desperation made Amanda both proud and amused. She pretended to consider my offer. “I suppose that I can tell them that I’ll be a few minutes late…”
That was all I needed to hear. Without warning, I lunged toward my wife and slung her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Then, too impatient to climb the stairs to our bedroom, I hauled the love of my life towards the living room as she laughed uproariously.
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I gently set Amanda on the couch, pinned her down with the weight of my body, and was smothering her with kisses a millisecond later. The fervor of her response equaled mine, and my voice was thick with emotion as I declared, “I love you so much.”
We were still kissing, but I could feel Amanda smiling into my lips.
I ogled her voluptuous form poorly hidden beneath her tight sexy outfit. “I can’t keep my hands off you when you wear that sports bra and yoga pants.”
“And I can’t ever go to the gym without you practically raping me!” The humor in her tone barely outweighed the exasperation.
“Tell me what I can do to make it up to you.”
Amanda threw me a knowing look, and her tone was sultry. “You know what to do.”
We grinned at each other. “Yes, ma’am.”
I kissed my wife again before I slid down onto the carpet. Crouching before her, I seized the waistband of Amanda’s yoga pants, and carefully peeled them down her long runner’s legs. I did not remove them completely, but left them bunched at her ankles. Immediately, my nostrils were greeted by the familiar scent of my wife’s sex. Amanda wasn’t wearing underwear, of course, and her vagina was peering at me like the familiar friend that it was. And just like her beautiful face, tits, and ass, Amanda’s silky-smooth slit was symmetrical and perfectly formed.
Her clitoris was already protruding from its hood, indicating her state of arousal.
I leaned down and sniffed her hole. “You smell so good,” I whispered. Amanda didn’t respond, but continued to regard me intently.
Then I gave her pussy a slow and heavy upward lick.
A content sigh sounded. “Ahhh…”
“You taste so good, too.” Without any bidding, I smeared my face into her pussy, and began lapping it like a loyal dog.
“Omigod, babe. I love it when you do that.”
My heart soared. Nothing made me happier than pleasing my wife. Other than her laughter, there was no sweeter sound than hearing her express that type of satisfaction.
Spurred by that affirmation, I began eating Amanda’s pussy enthusiastically.
And as I delved deeper with my tongue, Amanda’s powerful thighs clamped around my head like a vise. It wasn’t hard enough to cause any discomfort, and I still retained freedom of movement. But the pretense of control was apparent.
We were playing our game, and it was making me very excited, Escort Bayan as usual.
My face was still buried between my wife’s thigh’s when I reached up blindly to grope her breasts. In my wild lust, I squeezed them harshly, and a lesser woman would’ve winced or articulated pain, but not Amanda. She merely pulled off her sports bra and tossed it aside.
I wanted to pleasure every inch of Amanda’s sexy body. I wanted to touch and lick her all over. I wanted my wife to experience pleasure everywhere.
I was still playing with her tits when Amanda began slowly grinding her pussy against me. I met her determination by pressing my face in even more firmly. Amanda’s excitement was peaking like mine, so she yanked off her yoga pants and threw it next to her sports bra.
She shined in her naked glory.
Grabbing my wife’s ankles, I stretched her legs as if pulling a wishbone apart. My tongue dangled from my mouth like wolf as Amanda’s pussy yawned before me. I had seen it up close many times, but it appeared so slick and engorged like never before!
Without warning, I slipped 3 fingers in.
“Yes,” my wife gushed breathlessly.
I kissed Amanda’s clit, then slowly sucked and flicked my tongue over it while sawing gently into her hole. An occasional moan interrupted her ragged breathing, and the way the corner of her lips curved into a smile indicated that she approved what I was doing. Amanda wanted more, and I wanted to give her SO much more.
Carefully, I inserted another finger.
“Oh god,” she murmured.
Time seemed to stop as I pleasured Amanda with my mouth and digits.
Her pussy was so loose and wet that it practically engulfed my entire hand.
The juices that flowed from Amanda was thick and metallic, but tasted like nectar from the heavens.
However, as I was eying Amanda’s pussy, my eyes drifted downward to her other hole. Immediately, I was spellbound. The puckered opening appeared tiny compared to my wife’s pussy, and looked extremely tight. But the mere sight of Amanda’s anus was hypnotic, and I couldn’t resist.
I disengaged from Amanda’s vagina and, using the wetness that coated my index finger, began lightly tracing the rim to her backdoor.
My wife had been regarding me intently, suspecting… no, knowing… what was on my mind, but still trembled at my feathery touch.
I hesitated; that last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. “Can I keep going?” I asked quietly.
To my delight, Amanda nodded. “Slowly… gently.” I continued swirling my fingertip around her anal rim with great care. “Mmm… that feels good.”
“It’s so hot hearing you say that.”
I spoke the truth. It had been a long time since my wife allowed me to play with her ass, and the fact that she was enjoying it provided me the greatest pleasure of all. I continued, but closely monitored her reactions for any signs of discomfort.
I traced Amanda’s backdoor one more time before delicately sliding my finger in. I had barely penetrated past my fingernail when my wife trembled. This was her body’s typical reaction to anal penetration, no matter how slight, and my initial response was to withdraw. But her sphincter muscles reflexively clenched around my digit like a Chinese finger trap, keeping my finger lodged inside, and I realized, somewhat humorously, that my wife’s ass was truly as tight as it looked!
Eventually, however, the muscles relaxed, I began sliding my finger out.
Suddenly, Amanda grabbed my hand. She moved so quickly that it was a blur, and I regarded her questioningly. Then she did something that surprised me.
Guiding my hand, she burrowed my index finger into her anus.
My digit was buried up to its middle joint when Amanda drew it almost completely out. Almost. “Slowly… gently,” she repeated before letting go of my hand. I nodded gravely then resumed her instructions.
My wife’s luscious bottom loomed before me. The sight of my finger driving in and out of her anus was enough to make me harder than a diamond. And though Amanda’s pussy was still wet and needy, it was her ass that I truly hungered for.
In every way imaginable.
This time, I did withdraw my index finger, slowly so Amanda’s sphincter muscles wouldn’t reflexively clench around it again.
Then I lowered my head and kissed my wife’s anus.
Amanda bolted upright as if she had been electrocuted. “Babe!”
“Please, Mandy. Let me do this.”
I had never placed my lips there before; we had never even discussed it. But I didn’t merely want to stick my cock in Amanda’s ass; I wanted to treat it lovingly and adore it like I did with every other inch of her body. I yearned for it.
My mouth watered as I hungered for my wife’s sweet bottom.
To illustrate that my eagerness to please knew no bounds, kissed Amanda there again…
… and then, like I had done to her vagina earlier, licked her ass in an upward motion.
Amanda gasped, but didn’t resist.
I solemnly rimmed my wife as if Bayan Escort this was my sole purpose in the world. The nerve endings in her anus were as sensitive as the ones in the tip of my tongue, and I could discern every ridge and bump around that puckered hole. And while Amanda’s pussy was silky smooth with a thick and metallic flavor, her ass was mildly gravelly and tasted the opposite.
My mouth watered even more.
A thousand thoughts entered my mind at that moment, none of which deterred me but all of which spurred me on. Without hesitation, I buried my face in my wife’s ass and inserted my tongue as deeply as possible. My zealousness surprised me more than it did my wife!
“Omigod… babe!”
I attended Amanda’s asshole with wanton fervor. My tongue was like a paintbrush, sweeping over it in vertical strokes and then in circular fashion. And as my wife’s whimpering intensified, I rolled my tongue and jammed it in again, trying to dig deeper with each subsequent thrust.
I happily rimmed Amanda for a bit before replacing my tongue with a finger. This time, Amanda’s sphincter muscles didn’t clench uncontrollably, and her anus felt much more relaxed now. I carefully inserted another finger.
And then another.
“That feels…. amazing.”
I couldn’t have been happier.
I returned to rimming my hot wife but, this time, fingered her backdoor simultaneously.
“Omigod, what are you doing to me? Fuck…”
“I love it when you use foul language. It’s such turn-on.”
“Well, then. Maybe you should shove your cock up my ass instead of your fingers.”
Amanda was willing to grant me my greatest wish, and I almost shouted in joy. But the desire to sodomize my wife was only bested by my concern for her well-being and happiness.
“Mandy, are you sure?”
She smiled lovingly and nodded. “Yes. I’m sure. Just remember…”
“… slowly and gently,” I intoned with her.
We laughed and hugged.
“I love you so much.”
She grinned impishly, and quoted a line from my favorite movie. “I know.”
I touched my forehead to hers, our personal sign of affection.
“How do you want to do it?”
My wife gave me a wry look. “How do you want to do it?”
I didn’t hesitate. “On your knees,” I directed. “And lay your upper half on the couch.”
Amanda arched an eyebrow. “Ok, but aren’t you forgetting something?”
I looked at her questioningly.
“Remember how badly it hurts you try to stick your dick in my ass without any lube?”
I cursed and slapped my forehead. In my eagerness, I forgot arguably the most important thing when it came to anal sex.
“Shit,” I swore again. “I forget where the lube is. We haven’t used it in so long!”
Amanda laughed at my distress. I was about to hurry upstairs to desperately search for the aforementioned item, when she stopped me. “I have a solution that I know you’ll like.” She licked her lips suggestively, and I knew that today would be a day that I would always remember.
I grinned so broadly that my face actually hurt. “Ok. If you insist.”
“Ha!”
Amanda spat on her palm, and massaged the wetness all over my erection. After a few passes, she paused to spit loudly on my cock and then rubbed it some more. I knew that in a few seconds she would unintentionally masturbate me to orgasm.
“Goddamn, Mandy. I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”
She snickered. “You’re going to have to tough it out if you want to nail my ass.”
I was going to respond with a witty comeback of my own when Amanda abruptly dropped to her knees and expertly slipped my manhood into her mouth.
Normally, Amanda preferred to perform fellatio slowly and deliberately. She routinely utilized teasing as a powerful weapon, but right now that wasn’t her intent. Instead, her head bob up and down my shaft, so quickly that her beautiful face was a blur. And with each pass, there was an obscene squelching as Amanda used her saliva to lubricate my cock. Her fluid was so copious that it poured down her chin and dripped onto her chest, where I rubbed it all over her skin like baby oil.
There were few things in life that could compare to a messy blowjob from my gorgeous wife but, though I longed to be in her ass, remaining where I was not a bad secondary option!
Before long, however, Amanda abruptly withdrew me with an explosive breath.
Now that my cock was thoroughly lubricated, I anxiously guided her into position. She was still on her knees, but now resting her upper body on the edge our couch, her back parallel to the floor. I paused to admire the woman whom I loved more than life itself. Amanda’s backside was chiseled yet smooth, her muscles rippling impressively with the slightest movement. Her long black hair resembled silky strands as it cascaded down her sinuous back. I simply stared at her in adoration.
Amanda wiggled her bottom in invitation.
The playful but sexy gesture broke me out of my trance.
I kissed Amanda’s backdoor again then, cock in hand, climbed over her, ready to mount. Her anus still felt tight as I cautiously poked it, so I pulled back. In an effort to relax my wife’s muscles and keep myself hard, I rubbed my cockhead lightly along her anal entrance. Amanda cooed and quaked.
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