Anal Sex Was the Perfect Way to Welcome My New Year! – #Erotica

Anal sex topped with a cream pie was how I started my New Year!

I don’t know what it was about anal sex that always made me feel so close to my husband. He was the only man that I shared that area of myself with. Others had tried before he and I met in my mid-twenties, but I always avoided it. Then one night, when I was in bed with my husband, his hand ran up my inner thigh, and I felt this sensation of craving him in every opening. My pussy became swollen as a rush of flow filled the area. I felt myself almost open up inside, my pelvis pulsing with this emptiness that could only be filled with my husband’s hardness and the mesmerizingly pleasurable sensation of his warmth spilling into me. I love recalling every detail of that night. I get so wet when I think about it. It was New Year’s Eve, and we had the best night out at the party to beat all parties at a resort we’d always wanted to visit. I felt so beautiful that night. The way he looked at me as if I was the only one in the room. My short, sparkly black dress and high heels made me feel like the bell of the New Year’s Eve ball.  At least I was in my husband’s eyes, and that’s all that really mattered to me this night.

Surrounded by people as the excitement of the night surrounded us. We slow-danced nice and tight, staring into one another’s eyes as the world continued on around us. We wanted each other, close and alone, all while feeling the excitement of everyone around us. This adult-themed New Year’s party was the place to do it. We stood in a back corner, a bit darker than the rest of the club, as we lost ourselves in the seductive pleasure of being in love and monogamous. His body pressed against mine, and my lower back rested firmly against the wall.  His hardness made me ache with longing to be filled, and at the moment, his soft, parted lips made contact with mine; I felt that rise of desire to be stretched open by him.  To have his hard cock slip from the wetness of my mouth to the tightness of my pussy and then slowly and gently take my anal virginity. I opened my mouth to respond to his kiss. Our tongues twirled as if our desire was brand new and reignited. I wanted him, as much on the tenth New Year’s together as I did on the first.

My legs parted, and I moaned, staring into my husband’s eyes; his fingers ran up my legs and under my dress.  I wanted to feel more, for those fingers to travel higher and reach that spot would give me the relief I ached for.  At least a tiny bit of it. I opened my thighs a little more and licked my lips in anticipation. My husband’s fingers slowly made their way to my wet pussy; a soft, gentle caress traveled lightly over top of my swollen clit, straight back over the outside of my longing opening, just enough to tease and sexually torment me.  I moaned as his fingers went further back still, sliding in between my ass cheeks and opening them with two fingers.  Stopping his massage over that tight asshole that he had been hoping to slide into for a very long time. “My baby is so relaxed tonight. I love it. Does that feel good? When my finger just rubs right there, like that?” He asked in a whisper through parted lips that rested just slightly against mine. “Yes,” I whispered in a whimper, aching for him to continue.

The music began to sound faded around me as his finger traced the outside of my asshole. I felt it loosen and pulse slightly as right there at the New Year’s party, he worked just his fingertip into me. I knew this would have to be the night I had anal sex with the man I loved more than anyone else. I had to feel him. I reached down between us to rub his cock through his pants. His hips humped slightly as I held onto his face and neck, moaning to the sensations of his thumb now between my ass cheeks, tapping at my hole. “Let’s go back to the room. I want you inside me when the ball drops for the New Year.  I want you balls deep, ready to empty everything into me when that stroke of midnight hits.”  I whispered between pauses to our kissing.  He gave my pussy one last feel, rubbing me from front to back, my back arching as his fingers slipped, just a couple of times, over my clit.  I gasped before opening my eyes to his hand sliding back out from under my dress and the world coming back into existence for me.  I straightened my dress, got my bearings, and headed out to a room we’d rented on the resort. The walk back was so perfect, but it felt so long as I ached to just be alone and have him fuck the hell out of me like only he could.  

Finally, the moment came, and the door to the room popped open. I kicked off my shoes and laid back on the bed, motioning for my husband to come to me.  I craved anal sex; I knew that I would just open right up for my husband tonight, and it went exactly that way. He pulled his tie and shirt off as he approached the bed. With his pants still on, he laid on top of me, between my legs. I pulled at his ass as his hands wrapped around the top of my head; we kissed as if we wanted to melt into each other. “Oh baby, I want you so bad. You’ve been driving me crazy all night.” I said, begging for his cock. Begging for him to be inside of me. He unbuttoned his pants and slid everything off. He grabbed my panties and pulled them to the side, unable to wait for the time it would take to remove them completely. We gasped as his cock finally finished its descent down into the depths of my pelvis. We pulled at one another’s bodies, desperately trying to achieve even more depth than was physically possible, anything to be closer.

No one, and I do mean no one, made me feel the way this man did. I moaned as he pulled out to remove my panties and immediately place his mouth softly between my legs. His lips closed with a slight suction around my clit after a few flicks of his tongue got me slicker than I already was. He looked at me, watching down at him as his finger headed back to my pulsing asshole as if he could sense what I wanted from him tonight.  He laughed seductively as he made his way back up to me. “Is my baby going to finally let me play with her tight little bum? Huh?  You seem to really like my finger in there; maybe you might also really like this.” He whispered softly through grunts of pleasure as the tip of his cock explored the tight hole between my cheeks. 

I gasped as the tip just slightly poked inside. My fists clenched around his shoulders as I welcomed our New Year’s anal sex by relaxing my hole and making it so easy for him to penetrate me there slowly.  I ached to feel him deep in my ass. “Yes! Yes, baby! Open my ass! Stretch me open and fill me!” I cried out, now screaming in ecstasy and the need to be fucked in the ass by my husband.  I felt him slowly push further in, encouraging me with deep kissing and slow, tight intimacy that made me feel so close to him.  I was getting fucked in the ass, and my orgasm was immediately building from the first inch of penetration into my tight, formerly untouched asshole. I felt tingles in my inner thighs as his pelvis ground against my clit and the long, hardness of his cock pumped in and out of my ass. My legs began to quiver, starting at the ankles and going like a raging wave up to my thighs and hips. I jerked and stiffened under my husband as his arms held me tight, and just as my orgasm peeked, he moaned and began flooding my ass with his cum. 

Our orgasms tapered together as his thick cock slid slowly back out of my stretched, well-fucked, and cream-pie-filled asshole. And that was the New Year’s Eve anal sex that made me wonder why I waited so long to get fucked there. “Happy New Year,” I said, giving my husband a small kiss on the lips and a thankfully pleased smile.