At the time I was told not to plan on kissing her until specific oral hygiene occurred, but that was 20 years ago and today the anal fantasies that ha...e been building inside me for all these years have all been fulfilled in a single night of unbridled anal passion. This story is an accounting of the years of patience, particularly during the last seven years, that led to my once completely anti-anal wife becoming a nymph to my anal advances.The first time I made love to her I knew I would eat. I put our plates on the table and sat down beside Kate with Jake sitting across from us. As we ate the alcohol began to take affect and our inhibitions dropped making everyone more friendlily. The thought that was one each of our minds quickly steered the conversation towards sex. Before I knew it we were discussing different fantasies and experiences. Somehow the topic came up about Kate taking me with a strap-on, and to my surprise Jake was not shocked by this. It turned out that he was. Why did I do this? tears are pouring down my face. I need her, I love her, I can’t have a life without her. If she won’t accept my love maybe she’ll accept my life. I knew I wasn’t thinking this through but I need this ache in my belly to stop.“Kelly, I’ll be your slave. I’ll sign the contract. The price is zero. I’ll do anything and everything you ask just don’t make me live my life without you.”Kelly went from a cruel scowl to a sadistic smile.“You love me that much? You’d give yourself away. Gaining my composure I looked around the room. It was abeautifully furnished, expensive looking room and I was alone. Ibrought the glass of brandy to my mouth and swallowed it all in onegulp. Everything here seemed real enough. The leather felt likeleather, the wood felt and sounded like wood when knocked on, evenbrandy had tasted like brandy. (I even checked in my pants to make surethere where no girl parts down there and I was relieved. It was not myown tool, but at least there was a tool.)I.