Her First Anal Sex

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I know the way she thinks. I know her mind, almost as intimately as I know her body. She has shy, quiet places that have greeted me timidly, and she has assertive places that offer themselves with the assurance that is her definitive quality. Mind and body. I have thought that I know them all, as much as anyone knows, as much as she herself knows. I have even thought, with the arrogance that annoys her, that I know much about her that she does not. I know her. This is what I have thought. This is what I be- lieved. I believed that I could chart her progress with the high degree of accuracy that such a craft demands, that I could pre- dict, even predetermine her actions--the ideas that occurred to such a splendid mind, the pleasure provided by her long, slender body. Arrogance? She would have thought so, while acknowledging the same failing in herself. Did I love her for her mind? Her mind was not a thoroughly lovable organ, true. There were flaws there, her own arrogance, her volatility, her strange fits of moodiness. Her maddening insecurity. And can such flaws seem endearing? Oh, I thought so. They all conspired to create a puzzling, absorbing creature that grabbed my attention and held it, through irritation at times, and at others through affection.

Well it’s one thirty AM Friday night and I’m going stir crazy
waiting for my wife to return home. She just called and said that
she would be home around 2:30. You see tonight I gave her
permission to date another man. Not knowing what else to do I
decided to try to write down my feelings. I guess I should start
at the beginning.

My wife Susan and I married a little over six years ago. They
have been a great six years. Susan looks fantastic. We walk or
cycle almost everyday. Her body is firmer and tighter, now, than
it was when I met her. She is 5′6″, weighs about 110-115, and
measures in at an eye-catching 36-24-35. She has deep green eyes,
a great complexion, and bright blonde hair cut in a short, stylish
bob. In a bikini at the beach every man drools when she walks by. (more…)

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Afterward, everything was great...the crying didn't seem to mean much, she had no regrets or anything. Margo was a little strange, but strange in the good way that made me return to that part of the state some months later, where we met at the dance again, Laura and Daniel watched us go home with the same smirk as before, and the sex wasn't quite as good, but it was still wild. A third time we met, I was involved with another lady (guess what her body was like), and it no longer seemed comfortable with Margo (which was a shame because she really had her heart set on a third time together). Maybe that was a mistake, because I never saw Margo again, and I'm not sure where she lives now. But that one night is up there among the three greatest sexual experiences of my life!