In a moment of involuntary lucidity, her mind explained what was happening to her. Flogged. I'm being flogged. Her mind shut up as another unbelie...ably strong wave of orgasms washed over her.He built her back up so a screaming, floating frenzy of orgasmic bliss before stopping and stepping around the bench to stand in front of her. "I knew you would like this," he whispered, grabbing a hand full of her long, blond hair and picking her head up as he bent to kiss her roughly. "You do like it,. To my surprise... she comes back. She still has it on. She still has it on! She’s pure sex. Her slim athletic body hugged tight in black fishnet. She somewhat self consciously slinks onto the bed and kisses me. I kiss her long, slow, and tenderly. It seems to build her confidence. Suddenly she pins me down and squats above me. (She’s been getting more and more dominant lately. Ever since she gave up on me dominating her. Which is what she would prefer. Only I’m no good at it.) She eases herself. We still are, sort of, but I definitely do more of the fucking than Dyl does, and he definitely craves a cock in his rectum a lot more often than I do, and tonight represented our usual modus operandi, for sure. It satisfied the hell out of me, honestly, and I didn’t hear any complaining from him when I inserted that hard-on into his ass. “Yeah,” he sighed, like it was a relief for him to even have me there, and then I waited a moment until his inner sphincters relaxed and let me push all the. The first thing we found out is you need lots of lube to be able to stick something up your butt. The next thing we discovered was you need to clean out your back door first or you tend to make a mess. We stopped our playtime until the next day so we could be prepared to do it right.When I got home from work the next day, I saw a bottle of something called Anal Lube sitting on the nightstand, so I knew my wife had been to the sex shop. She instructed me to go shower making sure to clean my anal.