Worshipping My Wife’s Ass

I’ve always been an ass man. I don’t know why. I just am. It can’t be any ass either. It must be round and soft like a plump pillow.

I love to watch women’s asses sway in tight-fitting jeans, tight skirts or dresses as their owner walks away.

Yeah, I am a pervert. I can’t help it — more than once I’ve been caught staring. I have been called a creep many times. Women have told me to “Take a picture it’ll last longer!” Oh, how little do they know? Other times, they have just looked at me and smiled.

My wife’s ass was obviously the first thing that attracted me to her. And what an ass she has! It is large round and soft. The skin is silky smooth and permanently tanned. It is an ass of a goddess and it deserves to be worshipped.

Not a day or moment goes by when I grab it and squeeze it either in passing or when I give my wife a passionate kiss. I reach behind her with both hands and take hold.

Its magnificence cannot be understated. After all, I agreed to forsake all other asses for it.

When my wife wants to play, she knows exactly how to get me in the mood. She wears nothing but a skimpy thong and kneels on all fours on the bed.

It draws me to it like a magnet. I am weak to its charms. I know I can’t resist. My wife knows I can’t resist.

I begin to plant soft kisses on the cheeks of her ass. My wife gives a small moan of approval. My hands gently caress it as it ensnares me.

My kisses become hungrier the more turned on I become. My cock begins to strain painfully in the restrictive space of my trousers forcing me to reluctantly part from the object of my desire so I can undress.

A deep sigh of happiness emanates from my wife as return to her ass. My kisses come closer to her crack and I run my tongue around it. My wife moans as I do so and her ass cheeks clench together.

I now know she is ready.

I slowly peel off her thong and I see it. Her perfect rosebud. I pause momentarily as I take in its beauty and inhale its musky scent.

I start by tracing my finger over it. It feels different to a pussy. It is dryer and bumpy, but no less alluring.

My tongue then snakes out and I give a first tentative lick.

“Oh!” my wife moans in front of me.

Her audible pleasure drives me on. My licking becomes circular. My wife moans again and pushes her ass into my face. She makes small mewing sounds as I continue. She sounds like she is in painful need of release and I happily give it to her.

My hand moves between her legs and I insert a finger into her wet pussy.

“Oh, God!” I hear my wife say.

I manage to insert the tip of my tongue inside her rosebud. My finger moves in and out of her pussy. Two of my wife’s holes are assaulted at the same time.

I can feel her pleasure build. Her moans become louder. Her hips move faster.

Then her whole body tenses and shakes. I hear a sound get stuck in her throat and after an age, she collapses onto the bed.

“Fuck!” I hear her whimper quietly. “That felt so good.”

“Anything for you,” I whisper to her like she had all the pleasure. We both know it wasn’t true.

“Fuck me, now!” my wife demands.

“Of course,” I tell her and my cock enters her pussy, from behind naturally.