"It came this morning." She said with a grin.My cock stirred, I hadn't cum in days, not since I told her my fantasies, not since we ordered it. Now it...was here. It was time to give her my ass.I had always dreamt of being ass fucked, but it was just a fantasy, I never had the courage to make it happen. I must have jerked off to hundred porno's where guys take it in the ass from girls. That's how she found out, she found my secret stash and watched it all. I walked in on her, she didn't even. My sweet wife looked happy, with her short loose skirt riding up her thighs, showing plenty of her tanned legs. Ron sat in the passenger seat, explaining all the buttons and dials. It was a very nice car, but Ana did not think it was enough powerful. So the guy suggested we could try the diesel version… With his black hand on Anita’s thigh, he said that he had something even bigger that might suit her better. Ana giggled but I did not find it so funny at all…We got back to the sales room to. She pushed him against the door and started kissing him. Their tongues entwined as she reached for him and unfastening his pants, she took his cock into her warm soft hand and gently guided it to her streaming pussy. She attempted to climb him like a monkey, her pussy searching for relief by the insertion of his potent flesh.He stopped her took her hand and guided her to her bedroom and stripped them both before again taking her succulent ass into his hands squeezing her to him. This time, he. “Yes, fuck me. Fuck me! Do it! I need it!” I wanted to say, but I could not summon up the words, to actually ask him to do it. It would be an admission, a shameful confession that I was a slut, the slut he claimed I was. The slut that would willingly beg my rapist to fuck me. My head spun with emotion, lust, and reason.“He's done this to you before,” I thought, “You've already given in and begged for it, you begged him to make you cum. Why is this any different? You just need to cum, don't you,.