1. A deal with Lucy


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Wife, Author: Daniel S, Rating: 85.4, Source: sexstories.com

    In the borderlands of sleep and waking, her smooth, tight body fitted perfectly cradled in mine. I felt very content, and right then it wasn’t actually difficult to imagine us being a married couple. My arm moved up and cupped her breast, stroking her impossibly soft skin. She murmured something, and I felt my own lust rising. Gently, with one finger, I stroked one nipple until I felt it harden to my touch. I leant over further so that I could whisper in her ear: “You just have…..the most gorgeous body”. I said it because I knew she loved to hear it, and it turned her on. And also because it was simply true. Lithe, smooth and petite – she was truly gorgeous. I watched as her eyes opened and her lips formed into a smile “Well it could be all yours if we got married, you know” she replied. Right then it was a very attractive proposition. My hand moved back to her breasts to stroke them. “Including these?” I asked teasingly. She knew very well I loved her tits. “All yours!” she told me As slowly as I could, my fingers traced a gentle path from her breasts down her stomach, until they reached between her legs and settled on her pussy lips. She opened her legs slightly and I nudged one finger inside her slick little pussy. “And this? Would this be all mine if we married?” I asked “Whenever you want!”, she giggled happily. I moved my finger gently inside her. She was very wet now, and I could smell her cunt. I knew I would have to fuck her in a moment, and in my lust a new idea ...
    came to me. My hand glided from her pussy, across her waist and gently cupped her bottom, just one cheek. “What about your bum?” I asked softly “That too” she replied again, but a little primly and less sure of herself now. I knew why. Right at the start of our relationship I had wanted anal sex, but Lucy had been horrified by the idea. It was “disgusting” and she wouldn’t even talk about it, making clear that the subject was never going to up for discussion. And there we had left it for 3 years. Now she wasn’t sure whether I wanted her bum in quite the way she thought. Now seemed like a perfect time to test her. I kept my hand on her bottom, then using the finger still wet from the juices of her pussy I wiggled until I found the puckered little entrance to her arse. Her whole body stiffened suddenly in response, but she said nothing and she didn’t move away. I waited a fraction. She knew what was coming next. So I said it: “And this?” She didn’t answer, even as my finger rested on her arsehole. I knew that she was torn because her simple end goal – marriage – was so tantalisingly close. She didn’t know what to say, so I thought I would help her out. “Let me do this, and you’ll have an engagement ring on your finger by the end of the day. You can even pick the ring while we do it” I said. I knew picking the ring would be an incentive because Lucy kept one of those department store catalogues by the bed – a thick volume full of low quality tack mostly imported from China. It had ...
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