Joan rolled over onto her stomach. I started to come out of the closet and Joan asked me to stay there until the truck had left the drive. She was lying on our bed, clad only in her satin garter belt, pumps, and stockings with her magnificent ass on display. I heard the truck move and came out of the closet. I looked out of the window to see the truck turning into the main road and then he was gone.
Then I looked down at my gorgeous, well-fucked wife. My mind was in a complete whirl, but I had no regrets. I had never loved Joan as much as I did at that moment. Lying on her front, she turned her head and smiled up at me – but not without some trace of apprehension.
“Well?” she asked, taking a long, deep breath, then blowing it out again. “I suppose you must have enjoyed that – otherwise, you’d have put a stop to it, wouldn’t you?”
For answer, I slowly stripped off all my clothes and let her look at my rigid erection, standing straight out from my belly.
“That.” I said, “was the best birthday present I’ve ever had – by a million miles!”
Joan smiled again.
“Oh, no, it wasn’t, my darling. That was a present for me, for your birthday. This is your present – all for you!”
Reaching up beyond her head, she dragged a pillow down the bed and slid it under her stomach. Then, reaching behind her, she put her hands on the cheeks of her luscious bottom, and separated them, slowly. The seemingly tiny, puckered hole of her anus was exposed to my incredulous gaze.
“I think I’m really ready for you now, my love,” she said, a little shakily, but with determination. “You know I’m a virgin there, Kyle, but I’m ready to give that up, now – to you, and only to you. Whatever happens from now on, no-one else will ever have me there. Please do it to me, now, Kyle – please – I want it!”
It was the realisation of a dream. I got on my knees behind her. Reaching between her legs, I drew my hand along the shiny lips of her swollen vagina. My fingers came away liberally coated with slick moisture, which I massaged, slowly, around my erect penis, for added lubrication.
Then I leant forward and gently touched my glistening knobhead against her virginal orifice. Joan’s head was down in the pillow, and she had raised her hips up to meet me. She didn’t flinch at the first contact, and I pushed forward, gently, experimentally. Centimetre by centimetre, the tip of my cock entered her. Her opening seemed to expand with each light thrust, just enough to take a little more of my pulsating erection.
My eyes were fixed on her gently quivering cheeks and the incredible sight of the tip of my cock slipping in between them. I put my hands on her cheeks and squeezed them, lovingly. I heard a muffled sigh of contentment.
The room was totally quiet, the only sound that of distant traffic. The sunlight streamed in, diluted by the curtained windows. After a minute, I realised she had taken a full inch – the head was fully in.
“OK?” I breathed, apprehensively.
“Mmmm,” came the reply.
I pushed a little harder. Another inch disappeared. Joan gasped a little.