Her husband's fingers felt so good as he pulled and played with her nipple causing it to leak a drop or two.He was nuzzling her neck, moving her long ...air out of the way so he could nibble on the back of her neck and shoulder. She could feel his cock hardening against her soft ass as he ground himself against her."Ummm honey that feels nice" she sighed. She only got a soft "ummmm" as he continued to nibble on her neck.He moved and she felt him scooting around on the bed as he took the covers. Just drinks. It must have shown on my face, because twice he asked me if I was OK. We left at about eleven. I was slightly tipsy; he was strangely quiet as we walked down the street. "Well, here's me," he said suddenly. We had stopped beside one of those low, boxlike apartment buildings. "Oh," I said, distressed. At a loss for words, I asked, inanely, "Nice apartment?" "Not bad." "Yeah, because, you see, I want to live off campus next year," I babbled. "But I don't know what the places are like. Claire had only tried anal sex once before, with Mark, but the tearing pain was so great that she had pushed him away before he’d even pushed the head of his penis in. Still, in her deepest, most secret fantasies she sometimes imagined what it would be like. The depravity and lewdness of the act drew her like a moth to a flame. It was sick, perverted, degenerate. Everything about that dark orifice was disgusting. And perhaps it was the forbidden nature of the act that caused her to want to. The same voice he had heard before, yelled again, "Up here, you dolt!"There was a flight of stairs directly in front of him that had a strange perspective to it. Instead of getting narrower at the top, the steps appeared to get wider as they progressed upward. They looked as if they had been constructed upside down. But, as he climbed them, they felt absolutely fine. Normal even.When he reached the top, he looked back down. What he saw didn't surprise him in the least. The stairs now looked.