Anger, crying, anal. (M/F, lots of anal) | 2016

This is somewhat of a follow up to my last story, which you may want to check out for educational purposes and/or science. A lot of what precedes the “good stuff” relates directly to what happened last week.

Having gone into work incredibly angry, I majorly screwed up and was very short with a handful of my coworkers. I tried to make it up to them, buying a bunch of Red Bulls and apologizing profusely. It seemed like they had let it go but it turns out that one of them, the one I thought I was good friends with, was still pissed. I did all sorts of things to continue to apologize to her, and finally it seemed like she had let it go.

I texted her over the weekend thanking her for something and also apologized one more time, and she very flatly said she wasn’t letting it go. That hurt, a lot. Aside from my wife, this was someone who I had confided some very personal things to. The fact that I had stood up for this person countless times in my organization, had gotten drunk with her, told each other our problems… she was throwing it all away because I lost my temper once. Maybe if I hadn’t apologized (repeatedly, and in some grandiose ways) that’d be justified, but this was petty and childish.

On top of that, alienating her essentially meant our entire group of friends were off limits to me. She is something of an alpha in that group, and so if someone has to go, it’s me. When I tried to contact a couple of my ‘friends,’ they either didn’t respond at all, or just told me they didn’t want to talk to me. Clearly she had wasted no time in spreading around the word that ThrowAwayTeller was off limits.

So yesterday, I was about as low as I had been in a very long time. My wife had just had a procedure done on her back on Friday so I spent the last few days taking care of her, we found out she would have to be fitted for a wheelchair, she had lost all that money (see previous story), my project at work had blown up in my face, the dressers I had been refinishing had turned out terrible because I had worked on them while I was angry, and now most of my friends wouldn’t talk to me because someone I thought I was very close to couldn’t understand why I briefly snapped. A run-on sentence, but whatcha gonna do.

I was like an emo kid, walking around the house all day with no expression on my face. No joy, no hate, just a fog of being alone and sad. Only in my case, most of that was justified.

After everyone was in bed, I heavily flumped down into my computer chair and stared off into nothing for a good ten minutes. My wife noticed and asked me what was wrong. I don’t remember what I said, something about not being able to do very much right as of late. I got up, got her something to drink from downstairs, then head into the shower to wash off some of my personal disgust.

When I got out of the shower, I stood naked in front of the mirror with nothing but a towel around my shoulders and a strand of floss between my teeth. I clearly remember thinking, “This would be about the time my wife would come in and try and make things better with sex.” If I was in a good mood, I probably would’ve smiled and chuckled to myself at the thought. Instead, I prayed it wouldn’t happen.

Right then, the bathroom door opened, shut, and I distinctly heard the sound of the lock being set.

I’m sure I looked ridiculous, buck naked, flossing my teeth with a towel over my hunched and beaten down shoulders. But my wife sauntered (as well as anyone who just had minor back surgery) over to me and turned me towards her. She was naked and had a decidedly hungry look on her face. She looked into my eyes and pulled my head down towards her lips and kissed me.

I had nothing to give back. I pulled away and shook my head no.

“I can’t.” I said.

“Yes you can,” she said. “You need this.”

I shook my head again. She pulled me towards our walk-in closet where we keep a shoebox of fun, dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. My cock being an independent state from my brain immediately started to get hard. It felt oddly bad, not because she was doing anything wrong, but because my brain simply wasn’t able to process good feelings.

She pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up at me. I shook my head no.

She stood up and got the shoebox down from the top shelf and pulled out the white dildo we had used on her ass the week before. She popped open the lube and put a small blob on the end and started to massage it into the plastic, then said “What, am I supposed to use this on myself?”

I looked at her quizically.

“Do I have to fuck myself in the ass?” she clarified.

Again I shook my head. It had only been a week since I savagely fucked her delicate asshole, hardly enough time for her fragile body to recover. I may have felt low, but not so low that I was willing to take it out on her.

“Hit me.” She said. Again I shook my head no. “Do it!” she implored. I shook my head. “I think you just need someone to be mad at,” she started.

And that’s when I lost it. My friends abandoned me. My close friend, who I confided in when things were low, ditched me. My work was suffering. My confidence was all but gone. And that’s when it happened. I cried.

Sexy, right?

I quietly laid my head on her shoulder and very softly cried. Not a river mind you, I don’t think I could dredge up that many feelings even if I tried, but certainly a few tears fell. For me, that was a monsoon.

“I guess you don’t really need anyone else to hate right now, do you?” She asked. With my head buried in her shoulder I shook my head no.

“Hey,” she whispered, “you need me. Tell me you need me. Let me be close to you.”

It’s hard to admit when you’re done, when you’re busted, when you need help. But I was there, that’s where I was living.

“I need you,” I whispered back.

Her lips found mine and I timidly kissed her back, but then I slowly lost my grip on my self-pity and I found myself kissing her harder. Then my hand reached up and started to fondle her tits while we stood in the closet, making out. She started to play with my nipples and my cock began to swell.

“Lets go to the bedroom,” she offered.

She was just about to walk out when she spun around and went back to the closet to get the dildo. “Don’t forget the lube!” she sing-songingly chimed.

I followed her to the bed and we both stood there looking at each other.

“So. What do you want to do?” she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. I honestly had no idea. I still felt very lost.

“Ok,” she started, “how about this,” as she climbed up onto the bed, her ass up in the air. I let my hands roam across her ass till they found her asshole and pussy and slowly rubbed them both. I squirted a small amount of lube onto my fingers and started to play. First I gently thumbed her ass, then with my other hand I stuck my thumb into her pussy and pressed down on her g-spot while I massaged her clit with my fingers.

It felt good just to play with her, but she urged me to do more. I got the white dildo, lubed it up and pressed it against the opening to her ass very gently. She almost immediately started to push herself back onto it and before long it was more than halfway inside of her. Remembering our last time, I started to rub my cock against her clit before pushing about half of my cock inside her pussy. My body simultaneously pushed the dildo into her, further, and further, and further. Before I realized it, her sweet ass had nearly sucked the entire dildo inside of her, slowly easing itself out as my cock came out of her pussy.

She had noted that the last time we had anal how much easier it was because we started with the dildo, so I waited for my queue. After a few minutes of this DPing, I noticed the dildo wasn’t being pushed out any longer. Her ass had loosened up enough that the muscles weren’t fighting back.

I slowly pulled the dildo out of her as she let out an audible gasp. “Yes baby, please give me what I need,” she cooed.

“What I need,” I started, “is for you to ride me with your ass.”

“We can try that,” she said. Not every position works every time for us, so sometimes there’s some trial and error with our buttfucking.

I laid on the bed and put a bit more lube on my cock. She put a couple of pillows on either side of me, knelt down and slowly pushed me inside of her butt. She gasped again as I began to sink deeper and deeper into her, but it wasn’t long before I was balls deep inside. She slowly started to rock back and forth on me.

“Fuck, your cock is so big! Fuck,” she said over and over like a mantra. She had recently measured my girth to prove to me that I was well above the average and she took great joy in reminding me that she was right. Clearly, I didn’t mind.

What happened next was pretty amazing, at least to me. She really started riding me. I mean full-on fucked me with her asshole just as if it was her pussy. If you’ve read my other stories you know that she has a ton of health problems and we don’t get to have anal sex very often because of it. Well here we were, a week after our last buttfuck and she was cramming every inch of my cock into her like it was going out of style.

“You like that?” I hoarsely whispered to her.

“Yes.”

“What do you like?” I asked, reaching up and grabbing her giant bouncing tits.

“I like riding your cock with my asshole,” she growled back.

“I need you. I need you to fuck me with your ass. To show much how much you love it.” I took my hands from her tits and cupped her face, bringing her close so I could drink in her lips. She kissed me back hard. I broke our kiss and I hissed, “I need you to enjoy my cock. Please use it.” She then sat up on my cock and fucked herself even faster and then… she started to shake. Hard.

I knew that shake all-too-well, but never had I seen it so strong, so consuming. She was coming from my cock in her ass. “Oh my god baby,” I said, “yes, fuck yes. Cum with that fat cock in your ass.” I kept urging her on, letting her know how much I loved seeing her in this intense orgasm. She came for what felt like forever before finally collapsing on me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. That was amazing.” She managed to get out in between deep breaths.

“I can count the number of times you’ve cum from anal on one hand,” I said. “And that looked fucking intense.”

“It was. Oh my god,” and she trailed off.

“Come on,” I said, “lets fuck your ass together.”

She slowly sat back up on me, and the two of us started fucking her ass without mercy. She slammed herself down as I forced myself up. “Come for me baby,” she started, “Fill my ass up with your cum. Make my shit smell like your cum for days.”

She’s so fucking nasty. I love it.

She started to buck on me, making her well-fucked ass stroke my cock from base to tip and at last I felt my orgasm build. “I fucking love that look on your face,” she said as she fucked me harder, forcing my orgasm from my cock.

I shook and my eyes rolled back as I felt my balls drain into her ass. All the while she never stopped fucking me just to make sure I fully rode out my orgasm. As I finished cumming, my eyes still somewhat rolled into the back of my head, she climbed off of me and laid on my outstretched arm.

We both spent time trying to force air instead of sex back into our lungs, and it wasn’t easy.

“That,” she started, “was the most amazing position, ever. I’ve never felt so much pleasure and pain at the same time.” She looked up at me as I turned to look down to her. “We have to do that again.”

I chuckled. “Well considering that pain largely came from minor surgery, I don’t think that’s really possible.”

She shrugged. “Maybe I can get elective surgery?”

We both laid naked together for a time before she got up to clean herself off. I had a little poo-potpouri on my cock so she brought me a washcloth and I lightly cleaned myself off.

As is typical in my narratives, there was a quiet knock at the door. My youngest was awake and wanted attention. My wife shooed him off to bed, locked our door again and came and laid down next to me. We talked a little and surprisingly, the subject of fucking her ass again came up. At first I thought she was joking.

“You’re serious about getting your ass fucked again, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah, why not? You already stretched it out.” She responded

“Remember the last time we tried that? It didn’t work at all.”

“Oh yeah…” she trailed off. “Well, won’t know unless we try again, right?”

I smiled. Probably pretty stupidly. “Ok well, how do you want to try it?”

This whole time I had been laying on my back with one of my legs bent and on the bed, the other bent and upright, my cock and balls exposed to the world. She sat up and started to rub my cock, then she tentatively licked it before putting the head into her mouth. She sucked back and forth on my cock lightly then pulled away and looked me dead in the eye and said, “Tastes like shit.”

We both laughed. “Well after what we did, I would hope so,” I offered.

She smiled a huge smile and went back to sucking me, this time with no hesitation. She was sucking me sideways, so I got a great view of her mouth stretched around my wide cock as she slid up and down my shaft. She was obviously very much into sucking my cock after it had given her such a huge anal orgasm.

“You are really enjoying sucking that shitty cock, aren’t you?” I asked. She didn’t stop sucking, she just smiled with my cock in her mouth and nodded slightly.

And then there was a knock at the door. Again.

She stopped sucking my cock and sweetly said, “Just a minute!” as she hastily put her clothes back on. I covered myself up with the bedsheet and pretended to be asleep as she opened the door, and this time it was my oldest. She couldn’t sleep, nerves about starting school the next day. I couldn’t really hear too much of what was said, but then… well I could have sworn my wife kissed her on the head. After sucking my shitty dick.

Married life is weird.

My wife told my daughter good night, then again the door was locked and my wife’s clothes were shed. “Ok, we’re fucking my ass now because if I have to take this top on and off again I’m going to lose it.”

We discussed what position to try and we decided on her laying on her back since her it was beginning to hurt. I put some lube on my cock, she laid down, I pushed her legs to her chest and I crossed my fingers. I pushed the head of my cock into her ass and her reaction was better than I thought it would be. She wiggled a little from side to side then lowered her legs. “Ok, push.” she ordered.

I began to put more of me inside of her until the sounds she was making were less of pain and more of satisfaction. She nodded her head, and I looked into her eyes and quietly asked “Yeah?” “Oh yeah,” she responded, “Fuck my ass again.”

I needed no other encouragement than that. I immediately started to deeply and quickly rip my cock in and out of her well-used asshole. She was definitely not tight anymore, but her ass still hugged my cock with warm welcoming. We kissed hard as I fucked her, then she suggested I push her legs back to her chest again.

As her legs rested against her tits, it was like a little light went on in her widening eyes as my cock was now able to fully delve into her in this new position. It felt amazingly soft, hot and smooth and I found myself truly lost in the lust that only comes from fucking your partner twice in the ass in one night.

“Oh fuck, yes. Right there, when you cum, do it right there.” she begged.

“Yeah well, that point is coming pretty damn quick,” I responded.

And with that, I felt my cock twitch as I dumped another load of cum into her butt. I fell on top of her and we enjoyed soaking each other in. “Wow,” she said, “you weren’t kidding.”

We spent a long time recovering after that. I still didn’t feel completely better, but it was great knowing I had someone like her. Yeah she’s made some pretty big mistakes, I have too, but we always forgive and learn to move on. Life is fucking hard, but thankfully I’ve got a woman who is as just as twisted and fucked up as me.