She had wrongly accused him. As usual she had broken up his good humour, the mellow mood in which she might have had the kisses of a man well experien...ed in sex, the kind of man Tashka had described as her first lover. She felt her heart constrict in a clutch of sorrow. He had been in a caressing laughing mood, perhaps offering a sexy favour out here in the soft autumn woodland and in her clumsy fear about having to take her own husband’s favour, she had lost the chance of the kiss that was all. I kept staring at her tight little asshole. I spit on it and rubbed the tip of my finger around it as she cooed back at me. I then slowly slipped it in and from the inside of her asshole, felt my cock driving into her."You like to be ass fucked," I asked her."I let my husband have it sometimes, if your going to cum, at least do it in my ass so I don't get pregnant," she said. I couldn't believe it, she just told me to fuck her up the ass. I pulled my cock out and pushed the head against her. " So later when she was at work and had the day off I was thinking about it wanted to feel more so I found some things that might work. I rummaged around the kitchen and found a good sized candle and some lube that I used sometimes when we fuck and tried it on my ass."I looked at him eyes wide open wondering where this was going. "Go on." I said in a hushed voice. I could hear the birds chirping and the distant noise of the highway. "Well it was okay but I didn't find it as comfortable as I. Das sei doch, was sie wolle und brauche. «Frischfleisch zwischen deinen Schenkeln. Immer wieder neue harte Schwänze, die dich ficken.»Sie schaute mich an, ein bisschen verlegen und sagte dann: «Ich war in Begleitung hier. Und habe ihn weggeschickt, als ich dich gesehen habe. Ich hoffte, du würdest vielleicht Lust haben...» Sie schaute mich dabei ein bisschen komisch an, sehr zurückhaltend, verlegen, mit grossen Augen, und dabei dem leicht mürrischen Gesichtsausdruck, den ich so geil fand, als.