Anal wife

Anal wife

Kerry come through here I called to my wife, who at the time was clearing up after lunch. She came through an enquiring smile on her face, stand there I asked her pointing to a spot a metre in front of where I sat on the sofa. She did as asked wondering where I was heading, turn round, yes now lift your skirt up round your waist. Kerry looked at the large picture window that overlooked the front garden and started to speak…do it please I said firmly.

Before I go further let me tell you how we got here. Kerry and I Peter met 3 years ago on a dating sight within a year we were married at a registrars, with Kerry being 38 and me 42 we had little or no family so it was a very quite affair, a couple of friends from both sides. And we were married just like that.
Neither of us had any sexual experience, so that year was difficult and very clumsy. That was until I was clearing the computer history, it was more by luck than anything else I noticed a word in one of the tabs then another and another. That word was anal, anal lover, anal queen and so on. I opened them one by one first the stories then the video’s these made it clear that Kerry had very unusual fantasies.

Kerry lifted her skirt slowly still glancing at the window, people did pass but that wasn’t often being bottom of a cul-de-sac. Take your panties down, do it Kerry slowly. Her firm white cheeks came into view, I thought what a glorious ass my wife had. She looked back at me her face flushed red either with excitement or embarrassment only time would tell, then the ultimate test reach behind and open yourself up, once more she glanced at the window but as her hands started to spread herself I could hear her breath hear her slight moan, I knew then this was what she wanted.

Back up to me Kerry keep yourself wide, that looks so good Kerry come back further, she was right in front of me know inches from my face her anal ring looked like it was breathing and Kerry’s breath was coming in gasps. Like the stories and video’s she’d watched I made a point of letting her know that I had my nose close to her bottom and was smelling her odour with deep intakes of breath. Kerry had gone very quite waiting…you smell Kerry I said in my most reproaching voice you stink, what happens to naughty girls who smell Kerry…they get spanked she said ever so softly, yes they get spanked, how many per cheer do you deserve Kerry, two, you really smell, five she whispered, no you really stink Kerry, ten,ten.ten..yes Kerry ten sounds good. All the time she had been glancing at the window, in fear of someone passing.

Move to the chair Kerry I pointed out the armchair closest to the window where she’d be on full show. She moved hesitantly, hands flat on the seat Kerry yes push your ass back and up, yes perfect. I swiftly moved behind her and without warning landed the first blow. Still stay still no one said you could move, two three four on each cheek all the way to ten. Then I placed my hands on her cheeks feeling the heat from those glorious red orbs listening to her tiny moans not of pain but of release. I spread her cheeks as wide as they would go admiring her little brown ring she must have felt my breath I was so close.