Ben's Secret, My Doubt

The rain hammered against the windows of the Victorian house, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Just a few hours earlier, I’d been meticulously arranging a romantic dinner, candles flickering on the mahogany table, soft jazz weaving through the air. Ben, my husband, was a creature of habit, a dependable soul who found comfort in routine. But tonight, I’d deliberately disrupted that comfort, a deliberate act of defiance against my own lingering anxieties. The memory of Mr. Jolly, my first foray into anal play, still clung to me like a damp cloth, a reminder of the control I craved, the power I felt when navigating the unknown.

Ben arrived home, shedding the stresses of his day like an old coat. He was barefoot, wearing a simple, well-worn dress shirt and jeans, a casual grace that always took my breath away. "Who knows! You might even get lucky tonight," I’d whispered, a playful challenge in my voice, knowing the truth held far more potent desires. The scent of his cologne, a blend of sandalwood and spice, filled the air, intensifying the anticipation building within me.

As we ate, hand in hand, sharing stories of our day, I subtly shifted my gaze, studying his every reaction. The nervousness I’d initially felt had dissolved, replaced by a thrilling, insistent heat. He noticed my attention, a playful glint in his eyes. “You wanna go to bed, babe?” he asked, his voice low and husky. My answer was immediate, a silent affirmation that sent a shiver down my spine.

The candles were extinguished, plunging the bedroom into a velvet darkness. I stripped off my dress, a slow, deliberate act designed to tease and entice. My white lace bra, a delicate contrast against the pale skin of my torso, was the first to fall, revealing the curve of my breasts. I turned my back to him, deliberately highlighting the generous swell of my backside and the white thong beneath, a silent invitation.

Ben moved towards me, his anticipation palpable. He reached for me, but I pulled back, savoring the moment, prolonging the anticipation. "Your turn," I murmured, offering a quick, lingering peck on his cheek, a playful reminder of my dominance. I settled onto the edge of the bed, my body coiled and ready. He unbuttoned his shirt, the fabric sliding down his chest, revealing the sculpted muscles of his upper body. Years of dedicated gym sessions had transformed him into a formidable specimen, and the sight of his physique sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

He kicked off his jeans, the denim falling to the floor in a heap, exposing his muscular thighs and, finally, his cock. It wasn’t fully erect yet, but the swelling in his jeans indicated he was already close to climax. My fingers instinctively reached out, tracing the outline of his body, drawing his attention, igniting his desire.

As he lowered his pants, his arousal became increasingly evident. The slight tremor in his hands, the quickening of his breath, the almost imperceptible tightening of his muscles – it was all a testament to his raw, unbridled lust. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

Once his jeans were gone, Ben approached me with a focused intensity. I took his cock in my hand, my fingers gently massaging its head, stimulating his nerves, guiding him towards pleasure. Then, without hesitation, I began to suck on it, drawing forth a moan of pleasure from his lips. He responded by edging deeper, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.

He demanded that I eat him, and I obliged, immersing myself in the exquisite sensation of his body against mine. The rhythmic thrusting, the heat radiating from his body, the insistent pressure against my clitoris – it was a symphony of sensations that overwhelmed my senses. My muscles tensed, my breath came in ragged gasps, and my body arched in response to his every movement.

As my orgasm surged through me, I realized I’d found something far more profound than simple pleasure. It was a connection, a shared experience of intense desire that transcended words. We continued, the rhythm of our bodies intertwining, creating a hypnotic dance of pleasure and release.

When I finally came down, Ben moved closer, his intentions clear. He wanted more, and I, too, craved the intimacy of his touch. But this time, instead of yielding immediately, I paused, holding him back with a gentle push. A flicker of concern crossed his face, but his eyes held an unwavering passion.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby,” I assured him, my voice a husky whisper. “I want you to put it in my ass.” It wasn't a request; it was a command, an expression of my own burgeoning desire. The thought both thrilled and intimidated me, but the anticipation was too strong to resist.

Ben hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration, before nodding in agreement. He positioned himself, carefully exploring my body, searching for the perfect angle. I lay back on the bed, feeling the heat radiate from his body, anticipating the inevitable pleasure.

As he began to penetrate me, I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. The initial pressure was intense, but it quickly subsided as he adjusted his position, easing into my body. The feeling was exquisite, a blend of pleasure and pain that heightened my senses. Every inch of my body seemed to respond, my muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythmic dance of ecstasy.

“Careful!” I managed to gasp out, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. “Don’t rub your dick too much!” Ben paused, listening to my words, then resumed his thrusting, taking extra care to avoid causing me further discomfort. He checked in on me frequently, asking if I was still okay, reassuring me that he wouldn't push too hard.

As he penetrated deeper, I felt the familiar burn of my clitoris, amplified by the intense pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. My body arched further, my limbs flailing in a desperate attempt to maintain control.

Then, as he reached the peak of his arousal, he began to cum, releasing a torrent of semen into my body. The sensation was intense, explosive, and utterly unforgettable. I let out a primal scream, a release of all the pent-up desire that had been building within me.

After the initial wave of pleasure subsided, Ben continued to penetrate me, his movements now more focused, more deliberate. He explored every inch of my body, savoring the sensations, drawing me deeper into the world of pleasure.

Finally, when we were both completely spent, Ben pulled away, panting heavily. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Gina," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

“You too, Ben,” I replied, my body trembling with lingering pleasure.

From that day forward, anal sex became a regular part of our intimate life. The initial apprehension had vanished, replaced by an unbridled desire that we both embraced with open arms. It had been a transformative experience, deepening our connection and igniting a passion that burned brighter than ever before. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, in the warmth of our shared pleasure, we had found a sanctuary, a space where desire reigned supreme. And as I drifted off to sleep, cradled in Ben's arms, I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful, sensual journey.

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