“He fucked my ass,” she said before crawling into bed. She might as well have said it’s raining, or we’re out of milk. He fucked her ass, and the window was cracked open. He fucked her ass and we should really hang that painting one of these days. He fucked her ass and I think I have a meeting in the morning.
“You’re serious,” I said, sitting up. She just nodded but didn’t say a word.
“I’ve been asking for years, but it’s just not your thing. I understand that. I get it. But this? How? Why?”
She moved over on top of me, and her naked body was warm and smelled like sex. She stared me right in the eyes and brushed my hair from my face.
“He asked me if you’ve ever done it and I said no.” She paused for a long time, biting her lip and scrunching her nose. “And that was it. You wanted to and he wanted to, but because I had never let you, it suddenly was the hottest thing in the world. It was impossible to resist.”
Her blunt honesty was not especially helpful. I closed my eyes and felt her move ever so slightly above me.
“Did you like it?” I finally asked. Her legs parted and her hips moved. She touched my forehead with her own.
“By the time he did it I was on fire,” she whispered. “I’ve never wanted anything as badly, and I was coming by the time he was all the way inside me. He did it slowly, and we used so much lube I almost fell off the bed. But I’ve never felt anything like it.”
I shifted slightly and then I was inside her. Her cunt was soaking wet, and I pulled her down to me, still unsure of what I was feeling.
“You came?” I asked.
“I came so hard. By the time he was in me I was begging and pushing back against him, and I felt like a fucking animal. He couldn’t fuck me hard enough, and I came for hours.”
I cut her off with a kiss as I thrust up into her. It took less than a minute for me to come, and then the fear and the anger returned in an instant.
“Are you going to do it again?” I asked.
“Yes,” she moaned, feeling me instantly grow hard again. “Oh god, yes.”