Cum into My Anus - the First Time

My husband was becoming thirty-four.

Shane's a beautiful man, gorgeous body, perfect skin, gentle and strong. When we met, we were virgins. One our wedding day, we were virgins. We'd had some virtual sex while he was so far away finishing college, and we'd modeled our bodies (untouchable), laid beside each other naked in my parent's spare room, me dangling my breasts above his face (untouchable). I'd reached an orgasm grinding on his leg in my family living room late one night. So many virginal little tastes of what was to come. He'd even sent me a little vial of his cum, which I rubbed on my breasts while he watched during a scrumptious video chat in my little girl bedroom with the pale pink walls and feathers around the mirror. We were burning, aching, masturbating daily, consumed with the need, but, oh the thrill of making ourselves wait.

Our wedding day: literally the first kiss we shared, his first kiss ever. In front of the wedding guests, his tongue found mine for the first time. And he didn't stop, he took it slowly, exploring. I started to moan, the audience began to laugh. No blush on his pretty face, this was a man claiming his prize.

After the reception, a mile down the lane, he pulled over to kiss me some more, as wedding guests drove past. But he wasn't touching my erogenous secret places, not yet. He would make me wait. We reached our romantic retreat, a cottage style bed and breakfast. Our place was designed Grecian, pillars around the in-room jacuzzi. I'd planned a white satin, chiffon, lace peignoir set, floor length, clingy, sheer: perfect for a virgin bride. Just bathing, putting white dream on, coming out to him, having him take his time removing, it, exploring my ivory skin, tasting my breasts, kissing my recently waxed pussy, so small and smooth. But considering this was our first time, and my brand new vagina was very tight and tiny, it took literally all night for him to enter me. The pain was rich, beautiful. I'd waited for this. I'd never felt fullness inside, never even used a vibrator. This connection to another human being was incredible, and the pleasure mingled with the agony of having my hymen torn, the tender lips of my vulva spread, my vagina stretched to fit a man's hard penis. For the first time. I knew this was only the beginning of a life of discovering each other, of learning out bodies, and reaching new levels of ecstasy together.

Later on in our honeymoon, we hiked in the smoky mountains, took off our clothes at a stream near the trail, took pictures of each other, and I gave him a first blow-job; I couldn't swallow much, so the warm cum ran down into the water, cloudy. Of course we spent a great deal of our time in bed, making love, taking pictures, and making a personal video. On our way back to my home after the honeymoon, we stopped along the dark interstate and watched fourth of July fireworks while we gave each other hand fireworks sitting in our car.

The orgasmic satisfaction took a a few weeks to flourish, but it wasn't long before everything came together during penetration: pure magic. I can remember sitting on him on a Sunday afternoon, curled around each other, trying to not cry out too loudly when his not-small dick met my g-spot, the wave of new pleasure, something different from the clitoris exploding into life; my brother-in-law was on the other side of that door. I'd known what I was waiting for striving to capture, because my body is bit peculiar and I'd had g-spot orgasms during workouts at the gym occasionally, in the post college days of pre-coitus virginhood. But of course, body in body was even more mind blowing, especially when we came together, that exact same moment of soaring. We were living in a small two room apartment, with thin walls, I yet had to master the art of silent ecstasy. Imagine: the next door neighbors moved out not long after we moved in, probably unable to sleep, or just plain annoyed, or else driven crazy by the moans and screams radiating through the walls all hours of the night. And every Saturday morning we started the weekend with a call from Shane's Uncle, the phone usually ringing right near the point of someone's climax.

I discovered within a few months of marriage that for Shane, sex is about quality, not quantity, and I literally exhausted the poor man with my insatiable appetite. I was ravenous, almost always ready to go, any time, always wanting more, wanting it to last longer, reaching orgasm again and again, with increasing frequency. But I managed to learn to restrain myself, and practice delayed gratification, to ensure he'd have the energy he needed to completely satisfy us, approximately every other day, instead of multiple times daily. But I ached with need. He's an incredible lover, putting my pleasure equal to his, and even though trying new positions, tricks, treats is usually my idea, he's definitely had some surprises for us, including a crotchless body stocking we took turns wearing, card game, and other delights.

Over the months, years, we'd grown closer and tried just about everything we could think of that revolves around skin to skin sex. He's not interested in toys, which I wouldn't mind exploring; he doesn't have any fetishes, which I would be more than happy to accommodate. Yet he is a master at giving me pleasure with his body, and making me feel completely free, whole, captivated in ecstasy in a given moment. He's usually open to most of my ideas, and as eager to please me as I am to thrill him. But he was turning thirty-four, I was thirty, and it was time for the one place he'd never been.

I planned months in advance, researching, but didn't tell him what I had in my mind. Occasionally, he'd pretended to be slipping in that back door, and I'd squirm and squeal and acted like it completely unnerved me. In reality, it was primarily the idea of it being a "dirty hole" that made me hesitate, as well as, maybe a bit, simply the newness of the idea. But I'd asked him "Do you really want that? You can have anything you want, you know. Anywhere, anytime. Everything"

He never said yes, he was afraid of hurting me. But his interest couldn't quite be concealed, less each time the subject arose, and in my mind, the idea grew stronger, until I was beyond eager to experience it myself. Not every birthday gift includes an enema bulb and anal lubricant, but this year was different. That morning, I told him what I'd planned, and his eyes looked at me, wide, questioning, "Was I sure?"

"Oh yes, I want it. . . . I want to know what it feels like, and I want you to find out if you like it."

We had a pleasant evening out on his birthday, leaving the children with my parents overnight. The anticipation rested in the back of my mind, during our dinner and walking around the city, a mixture of arousal and nervousness.

When we came home, I eagerly showered, preparing my body, making sure my anus was fresh and clean, inside and out. I put on a little negligee he's given me when we were married, black, sparkly, strappy, revealing my breasts, exposing my buttocks.

I dimmed the bedroom light, and we began to caress and kiss, sliding our bodies long each other's . . .but not for long, I was too excited about the next step and didn't want to "waste" time. Soon, he turned me belly down, bent me over the bed, and standing behind me, spread the shiny, thick lube all over my butt and inside my crack, swirling it generously around the rim of my anus, sliding some inside. He was already hard, as I rubbed it on his penis, and his balls, just for good luck. He leaned over me, and stroked my vulva with his cock to help me moisten and relax, then separated my bum cheeks, and began to gently press his that hard, bigger-than-ever dick against my slick, smooth, tight anus. My legs were spread, feet arched on tiptoes, muscles tight, the lube running down my thighs. I was breathing deeply, steadily, trembling just a little. Then, I gasped, my mouth opening wider than wide, eyes open, electric, when he slipped inside, a slow steady penetration. I felt so extremely vulnerable, yet somehow empowered, as he entered me fully, thrusting gently. Here was what had once seemed like to me like a not-clean, possibly unappealing part of the human body, and he was relishing being there. Every fiber of my body was tight, alert, even while I tried to keep my anus relaxed. I clenched my pelvis, moving slightly with his rhythm, finding that there was pleasure in this, even with the strangeness of the sensation, as his thrusting increased. My buttocks were spread, pressed against him, pushed out and up, resembling bubbles about to burst.

I liked it, any discomfort and edge of fear was overcome with the thrill, the arousal of being in this position, experiencing this, this seductive irony of being completely dominated while enticing, while feeling irresistible. I devoured these delicious new sensations. My skin, the delicate tissue, was stretched to it's limit. I could feel the friction, as his penis moved in and out against the pulled tight rim, could feel the pressure radiating inward and outward, from the edge to deep within, feel the movement pressing against my core. I wasn't in a hurry for this to end. But in a matter of a few minutes, I could hear his breath gasping, feel the shudder of his thighs; I was biting a pillow, clutching the duvet, as I felt his power surging into me in this brand new way.

"Oh wow, oh wow, oh my, oh wow!"

And he came hard, almost crying with the pleasure of it. The warmth filled me, the sense of it rising inward. I was shaking, drenched, my eyes damp with the range of emotions filling my mind and body. He rested a moment or two, enjoying the continuing sensation, the feeling of my total submission. Then carefully, he pulled out, satisfied. Most of his cum stayed somewhere deep inside, but some began to trickle out. I looked to see, was it clean? And, yes, perfect, no unusual scent, beautiful.

Next he stretched out on top me, holding me, pressing me down onto the bed, our bodies calming together. He rolled me over, slid his fingers between the still tingling lips of my pussy and took me the rest of the way.

Naturally, this was only the first time. A success should always be repeated, and any part of me is always available, eager to be explored. I'm burning with anticipation, hungry to reach new heights of pleasure, push all our limits, learn to find complete ecstasy from every direction, in any way. I could live a lifetime of birthdays, every single day.