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Never. Exit only. No way!
These were the thoughts going through Trevor's mind while his best buddy Sam waxed poetic about how his wife was fucking him up the ass. He said he was loving it more than he ever thought he would, and he was getting way too detailed, especially because they were in a pizza place where other people might be able to hear them. Fuckin' weird conversation to have over pizza and beers.
"Dude! Seriously? TMI!" Trevor really wanted to change the subject. This was flat out uncomfortable. Jesus! WTF? He'd known Sam for going on 15 years. They'd been through so much together. He was a good friend, but this was in the category of things he wished he could un-hear, pretend Sam's words had never made it to his ears and into his brain. He didn't need that visual.
"I know, I know. That's what I thought, too! I mean I never would have tried it if I wasn't drunk that night. Cindy's been wanting to get at my ass ever since we got married, but I've always said- no way, José! I'm kinda proud of my ass, actually - I work out hard for that shit, man! And I get a lot of looks, too. But I never thought putting something in it would feel so damn good!"
"I don't know, man. I don't think I'm up for trying anything like that. Kind of freaks me out, to tell you the truth. Can we change the subject, Sam?" Trevor looked anywhere but at his best friend. This shit was embarrassing, that's what it was.
Sam smiled at his friend's discomfort. It was just sex.
"Okay, understood. I'm just gonna say one more thing and then I'll never mention it again, okay?"
"Thank fuckin' God, Sam! Get it over with so we can stop talkin' about your ass!" They both laughed.
Sam chose his words carefully. "So you know how when you take a piss you get a kind of zing? It feels good?"
"Yeah. What about it?" Trevor knew exactly what he was talking about. Every man did.
"Well picture that, like, times a thousand. It feels like that. I swear. And when she's fucking me and I jerk off, I come 10 times stronger, I swear to God! You and Pam should check it out, man."
"Right. Are we done talking about your ass, now? I really want to be done talkin' about your ass, Sam. Are we done?"
"We're done."
"Thank the good Lord above." Sports team scores, work and life took over their conversation and Trevor relaxed.
But when he drove home that night, he kept thinking about what Sam had said. Times a thousand. And the sparkle in Sam's eyes when he talked about it.
Trevor's wife Pam told him when he married her that if he ever wanted to fuck her ass, he'd have to let her fuck his first. He wasn't really into anal, so he didn't care. It was no loss. He just laughed and told her no way, and they'd never talked about it again.
That was 5 years ago. Trevor was a very sexual man. That's one of the things his wife loved about him. He was so open about anything and everything....except for his ass. Geez, they'd had threesomes, even, but nothing went near his ass, ever. But this new thing that Sam told him about, it was like a challenge. It was unexplored territory and now that he knew about it, the territory of his ass must be explored.
Damn that Sam. Why'd he have to get him thinking like this?
Trevor walked in the house and found Pamela putting away groceries. He kissed her hello and helped her.
Then he opened another beer for courage, and sat down at the kitchen table.
Pamela looked at him questioningly. Something was up, she could feel it.
"I can hear your wheels turning, Babe. What's up?"
"Well..."
"Yes...?"
"You know how you told me that if I ever wanted to fuck your ass I'd have to let you fuck mine first?"
Pamela burst out laughing. This was not what she had expected, not in her wildest dreams. After the laughter she felt concern, because she really wasn't into getting her ass fucked. She told Trevor that when they got married because she knew he'd never let anything near his ass, so she'd never have to let him fuck hers.
"What's so funny?" Trevor looked at her, and Pamela realized something else was up. He definitely wasn't laughing.
"I'm sorry, Babe - I just didn't expect you to jump right into talking about ass fucking. I do remember what I said. What about it?" She got serious.
"Well, you can relax, because this is not about me fucking your ass. I know you don't want that. I got that message loud and clear." He took another swig of his beer. She smiled.
"Okay....and?"
"Well Sam said he tried out getting his ass fucked with Cindy, and he totally loved it! Took him to other planets and shit. And now I cannot stop thinkin' about it. If even half of what he says is true, it's worth exploring. So what I guess I'm asking...is if you would explore it with me. 'Cause I don't want nobody fucking my ass except you, Pam."
She could see how difficult it was for him to say the words, see it in his face how concerned he was, wondering how she would react. Good thing she'd talked to Cindy last week and got the complete story from her. At first she was a little shocked. But that turned to interest after they'd talked for a while and Cindy gave her more details. She knew Trevor would never let her near his ass, though, so as fun as it sounded, she didn't bring it up. It was girlfriend stuff, private.
Now here he was, pretty much asking for it! Whatever Sam said to him, it had certainly sparked his interest.
She crossed the kitchen and sat down in her husband's lap, facing him and straddling his legs. This was one of their favorite fucking positions and he knew it. She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, a hand in his hair at the back of his neck.
Coming up for air, she looked right into his eyes. her tone was serious and sultry.
" I would love to, Trevor."
That night, both of them were thinking about it. The idea turned them on so they had sex. Pam surprised her husband with a tongue in his ass before they fucked, and he was unusually loud when he came.
The next morning they looked at equipment together online, and she couldn't stop squirming in her seat.
Neither could he.
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