So, back to the story. I know Meg likes her pussy licked. She knows I like my cock sucked. Doesn’t everyone? So we started talking and exploring how we liked to masturbate; how natural it was, what the preconceptions were about the activity as well as when and where we liked to do it and what we would watch/read and who we thought about while we were doing it. Fantastically we both relaxed and got a real turn on hearing the other describe how they would wank furiously, thinking about some random stranger they had seen in the street, or the next door neighbour banging them from behind, or slurping deep cock respectively. The more we talked, the more we got turned on. In fact we often didn’t get anywhere near penetrative sex as we would just talk and wank ourselves or each other, cumming bigger and better than before.
So, now to the episode that spurred the writing of this story. I work away quite a lot and was recently staying on a farm in the middle of nowhere all alone. Meg was furious with jealousy, me only having to do a couple of hours work a day and having the rest of it to my own private freedom. She knew, and accused me (sic) of wanking far too much. She was right. It was getting sore from so much hand attention and I’d had to take to using some lube to stop the chaffing (!) So, being the gent I am I decided to treat her. We quite often indulge in some phone sex when I’m away, both wanking while do so and cumming together. Meg had sent me away on this occasion with my badboy butt vibrator (hence the lube) so when I called at around 11.30 that evening, I told her I was already hard and had lubed my arse up, ready for some insertion. Meg was right up to speed and informed me without hesitation that she was soaking wet and hadn’t touched herself since the previous afternoon. I held the phone to the vibrator so she could hear the buzz then informed her that would be the last she knew of it until I brought it home for her to wash and disinfect. Lying on a towel (I won’t go into the gruesome graphic details of A here if that’s OK; you know what I mean and you know who you are lmfao!) I put another fingertip of lube around my brown hole and started the vibrator again, holding phone with left hand to my right ear (such creatures of habit aren’t we...) and easing the vibrator around my hole with my right hand. At the grand old age of 42 I couldn’t claim to be an anal master, but there was enough lube in my arse and on the toy to make entry not too difficult.
(It’s just dawned on me that maybe not everyone knows the toy I’m referring to here. So here goes. Blue latex, with a battery vibrator inside, its shaped like a ‘G’, the idea being to insert into the anus and work it in so it wraps around until it rests against the prostate. Then you hit the button that activates the vibration and, well... the rest is an inevitable conclusion. So, sorry if I’ve either preached to the converted, destroyed the glamour or put any of you off the joys of A sex for life!)
Anyway, mysteries explained, back to the good stuff. Badboy appropriately named and in place, I gave a little push and angled it upwards. The first push always feels a little extreme, and in truth makes me a little humble after all those years shoving my hard cock up Meg’s arse without any real thought for just how fucking uncomfortable it can be without the necessary preparation; and now I’m a bit of a tart for slowly-slowly, and ‘lots of lube please’.