Thank god for Minecraft. (rough anal, m/f) | 2016

My wife and I don’t get to have sex very often because she has a ton of health problems. But when things work out and we finally do get to have some fun, it’s usually pretty awesome.

She had been sleeping in our spare room for a while now since coming back from the hospital. Her oxygen machine she wears at night makes a ton of noise, and since I work and was also taking care of the kids, it made sense for us to sleep separately for a while.

It was a tough time. She had a spinal fluid leak that could have been fatal, but fortunately the medical staff at our hospital knows us and they know when she says she’s in the worst pain of her life, it has to be bad.Her pain threshold is crazy high due to the number of surgeries and problems she’s had to deal with.

I was up much earlier than her and I went into the spare room and snuggled up behind her, spooning her up against me. She snuggled back and I slowly helped her wake up. I could hear our kids downstairs playing on the XBox, and figured at any moment they’d come bounding upstairs. Kids have a sixth sense when it comes to parents waking up.

Sure enough, individually they both came upstairs just to say hi and ask for cereal. We shooed them off and listened to them scamper downstairs.

I really wanted to fool around, but knowing how bad she had been feeling, I was hesitant to really suggest anything. Instead I just starting massaging her arms and back while we were still spooning. My hands eventually trailed to her waist and ass and I continued massaging.

Partly because she feels pain so much of the time, and partly because she’s generally pretty hungry for my attention, she loves it when I touch her. She doesn’t really care where or how I do it, but she always wants my hands on her. It must be pretty weird for other people around us in the mall or the grocery store as I’ve been known to slip my fingers just under her waistband in the back and stroke her along her waist, occasionally going so far as to rub my hand on her ass under her clothes for a brief second.

I didn’t really expect much to come of my touching, but her body movements urged me on to do more. She pushed herself back onto the increasingly uncomfortable bulge in my shorts, and she moved my hand up to her tits and squeezed her hand over my mine to jointly feel herself up. We ground into each other like this for… well, I don’t know. It felt like a long time. It was hard to tell because every once in a while I’d hear one of the kids downstairs and get worried they’d come up.

Thank god for Minecraft.

I finally pulled her sweats down exposing her ass, and I began to work my hand inbetween her cheeks, playing against her asshole and her pussy lips. I was expecting her to stop me at any time, because often her ass is very sensitive. We both really enjoy anal (although admittedly it’s definitely more my thing), but because of that sensitivity we don’t get to do it often. Not this time though. She exhaled in appreciation and before long, she was asking me to replace my hand with my cock.

I took a quick look at the open door to the room, heard the kids playing downstairs, and made a decision. I was going to run the risk of being interrupted, because hell if I was about to get up to close the door. Kids have a sixth sense about parents closing and locking the door, too.

I pulled my shorts down and let my cock spring out. I pushed it in between her ass cheeks and we slowly dry-humped. My wife reached behind her and took my cock and repositioned it at her asshole, and then continued to push herself against me.

By now, my heart was pounding hard and my breathing was ragged. I was massively turned on and all I could think of was how badly I wanted to fuck her ass. Was she just going to tease me like this? Drive me insane then tell me she couldn’t take it, or worse, tell me we could do something other than what I was salivating for?

After a minute of this incredible torture, she turned her head towards me and hoarsely whispered, “Beg for it.”

I’m extremely dominant in bed, but I know how to switch roles if the occasion demands it. It demanded it.

“Please. I need to fuck your ass.” I whimpered.

“Then do it.” she responded.

Doing it dry is something we almost never do, and for good reason. But she is a pain slut, and from time to time we push ourselves. In that moment, neither of us cared. I licked my hand and put a bit of saliva on the tip of my cock just so I could get in. I pushed up against her ass and she pushed back, and the resistance was exquisite. My cock didn’t quite want to go in, and her ass didn’t quite want me to, but both of our minds were fixed on the task.

We grunted and forced my cock head into her and she sharply gasped. I smiled to myself, knowing I was hurting her. After all, what good is a pain slut without someone to enjoy inflicting the pain?

We worked ourselves back and forth, but the angle just wasn’t quite right. I forced her to lay on her stomach then crawled on top her, casting a quick glance at the doorway to check and make sure we were still alone, or perhaps to make sure there were no witnesses. Probably a little of both.

As I got on top of her and positioned my cock and her ass again, she quietly said, “Just make sure you’re gentle.”

And in that moment, I knew what I was going to do. I hold myself back from doing what I really want most of the time. I keep myself away from that rich, dark place inside me that enjoys hurting, tormenting… my twisted, filthy, wretched and wonderful dark side.

“Nothing I’m about to do is going to be gentle.” I heard myself growl.

I plunged my cock into her asshole and heard her stifle a scream. She wasn’t very wet at first, but as I fucked her ass, it lubed itself up. The thought passed through my mind that maybe it was blood, and a dark corner of me really hoped it was. I felt how tight her asshole was around my cock, how she writhed underneath me and I completely let myself go and I savagely fucked her.

It took her a minute to get herself together after that, but once she did she pushed her ass up to meet my thrusts. She growled and moaned along with me, and I could feel months of pent-up emotion and anxiety being chased out of my mind. I was raping my wife’s asshole and completely getting off on it.

I finally couldn’t take it any longer, both my body and mind were getting off, an extremely rare event for me. And in one final deep lunge, I pushed myself inside her as far as I could and exploded into her ass. I had to keep myself from crying out for fear of bringing the kids running upstairs, but god I wish I could have. I would have screamed and moaned as I felt my balls drain into my wife’s abused ass.

We laid there together for several more minutes as my cock softened inside of her and it took me several more minutes after that to finally catch my breath. She had, in the meantime, gotten up and cleaned herself off and brought me a damp rag for me to do the same. We snuggled up against each other for a while, holding one another.

She was happy that she was able to please me like that, and that she got her body to cooperate for once. I was happy that I have a wife who continually surprises me with what she’s capable of, and that I was able to truly enjoy myself with her.