I wake after only a few tumultuous hours of sleep, haunted all night by strange dreams of ethereal hands and an infinite void slowly closing in and suffocating. I shake off the nightmare as the memories of last night come rushing back. It was real? My wife went to sleep last night like nothing unusual happened. What the fuck is going on?
Running late for a mandatory in-office day at work, I kiss Lizzy and hurry out the door. She says goodbye in the same mundane way as always.
At work, all I can think about all day is that damn book, still not fully believing it. And as I get home that evening, my wife and I follow the same routine as any other night. It’s as if she doesn’t even remember the blowjob! Or if she does, it’s like it was perfectly normal behavior.
All through dinner my mind is racing. We watch some shows and relax as per usual. And as it gets late, Liz says she’s taking a shower and heading to bed. As she showers, I take the opportunity to sneak off into the office, desperate to figure this thing out.
My fingers blaze across my keyboard, my brain obsessing, trying to find answers. Part of me still thinks it’s too good to be true. Magic books aren’t fucking real! But the more I research, the less sure I am of anything. It all leads back to the same conclusions. Mysterious ancient texts. References to ‘demons’ and ‘laws’. The Book. It seems to have a presence to it.
I decide to try it out again tonight. My heart races as I carefully word the new law. If this thing is real, if a command like this works… Jesus, my marriage, my life could be changed forever.
Lost in what I’m writing, I don’t hear the shower stopping. Don’t hear my wife peek in the office, “Whatcha doin’ babe?” She casually asks, drying herself off in the doorway.
I jump and close the Book, covering it with some papers from my desk, “Oh um nothing. Porn.” I reach out and click something on my computer.
She rolls her eyes at the obvious sarcasm. “Ha, ha,” she says dryly, thankfully not seeming to really care what I’m doing anyway.
I turn and my eyes instantly gaze up and down my wife’s wet body. Like always, she doesn’t think twice about walking around naked after showering. She shy about sex, but doesn’t see anything wrong with being naked around her husband. Doesn’t even begin to understand how teasingly torturous it is for me. She wraps a towel in her hair, arms up, exposing her glistening fair skin in all it’s glory. Pert pale tits. The perfect size, a bit more than a handful can hold. Soft pink nipples poke up a bit, staring me in the face. Her body is naturally thin, but with thick hips and thighs. Soft and feminine, with curves many girls would be jealous of. I usually consider myself lucky to have such a sexy wife. But at the same time it’s hard, since I can so rarely enjoy her beauty the way I’d like.
She sees me staring and shakes her head, giving me the same annoyed expression she always does when I look at her like this, like I’m some perv.
She covers up more with a second towel wrapping around her body, “Well I’m heading to bed. You coming?” I catch a brief glimpse of her groin before she covers it. Her dark stubbly pubes, lazily trimmed and maintained. Cleaned up enough for her own taste, my own not even a consideration usually. But I like the laid-back style. Just enough scruff to give her a mature natural look. And I notice a little string hanging out of her ‘innie’ lips. I feel my dick stir in my pants. I nod and follow her to bed.
Lizzy dresses for bed and lies next to me, asleep within minutes. My heart races as I lie there awake for a bit longer. Her warm body next to me, bundled up, sleeping peacefully, her back against my arm. My hand gently reaches from under the covers and caresses her lower back. Then down to her butt. Not enough to wake her. This is the most I can usually ever get. Some light touching and snuggling in bed. But I know the typical cop out if I ask for more. She’ll have a headache, or feel too bloated, or too tired. ‘Maybe tomorrow’ is always the response.
I turn on the lamp on the nightstand and lean in slowly to start spooning her from behind. My dick starts to engorge beneath my shorts in anticipation, poking up between her buttcheeks. The insane softness of the clothes she wears to bed is always such a turn-on. A long sleeve shirt that couldn’t be any thinner, a material that couldn’t hide her nipples if it tried, the nubs blatantly sticking up at the cloth. A low v-neck that always seems to invite me to delve down to her chest. I slide my hands along the shirt, grasping at a tit, fingers feeling her bare skin exposed at that tantalizingly low neckline.
Her hips stir, ass instinctively pressing back into my groin in her sleep. My cock pulses in her crack, the shape of her cheeks easy to feel even through both our pants. Like always, she wears tight joggers, a thin sweatpant material, fitting a bit looser than tights or yoga pants.
With my one arm hugging over her, groping at a tit, my other works it’s way down to fondle her ass. And with that, she starts to grumble and resist, finally waking.
Before she can protest, I lean my face in at her ear and whisper, “Fulfill your purpose.” A phrase that shouldn’t mean anything to her, words that don’t exactly incriminate me of anything in case this doesn’t work. Very specific, almost pretentious words I don’t have to worry about ever accidentally saying at the wrong time.
She sighs, her head turning to face back at me, a look of dread in her eyes. She knows exactly what I’m demanding of her, and she doesn’t like it. The new law clearly worked, but even so, her reactions are real. My dick stirs against her butt again.
“I know it’s my duty, but can it wait until tomorrow? It’s so late babe.” Her voice is anxious and tired. Still half asleep. My law left things vague, plenty of wiggle room. But it seems to be working.
I shake my head, “No, right now Liz.” My eyes carefully read hers. Her expression is grim, but it’s not directed at me, only the situation. Like when you dread having to go into work in the morning. You don’t hate your boss for it, it’s just an annoying part of life.
Lizzy rolls and sits up, gently pushing me onto my back. Her voice starts to shift from annoyed to nurturing, “Ok but I’m on my period, so you’ll have to settle for a blowjob again.” Even hearing such a modest woman like her say words like that, so casually, my dick stiffens more, pitching a tent under my shorts. But as she begins shimmying my pants down, I know in the back of my mind that I won’t be ‘settling’ for anything tonight. I let her continue for now though.
As my shorts are pulled down, my dick springs up, unleashed into fresh air. And I immediately get a sinking feeling in my stomach, realizing I forgot to fucking shower! Goddammit, I’ve been obsessing over that Book so much, I’ve been neglecting everything else. I guess it hasn’t been that long, right? What, yesterday morning? But a whiff of the smell hits my nose, and shame and embarrassment slaps me in the face. I haven’t even washed since she sucked me off last night. Then a whole day of work today. Christ, I can’t put her through this.
But I don’t stop her as she leans down closer. Part of me wants to see this. She stares at my erect penis. Her nose crinkles, a slight expression of disgust on her face. But her eyes meet mine for a split second, and I can tell she doesn’t blame me. To her, this is just an unfortunate part of pleasing her husband. Whether she likes it or not, all that matters to her is pleasing me. Her mouth stretches open and lowers onto my filthy cock.
Urp! She gags immediately as the foul flavor overwhelms her. She goes to lift off, hating this. But my hands reach out and brush her hair out of the way so I can see her face, and then hold the back of her head to gently prevent her from leaving. Coaxed back down, my wife gathers her composure and forces herself to start pumping, start cleaning my nasty dick. Damn, do I even need to shower when I have a lovely wife to do it for me?
Lizzy’s tongue laps inside her mouth while my hands guide her up and down. She allows me to set the pace. Shlurp Shlurp Shlurp! Such amazing sounds fill the room. I’m reminded of this past weekend when I jerked off right here in bed when I had some time to myself. Masturbating with her head is so much better!
Her hands lovingly massage my balls and hilt as she lets me ragdoll her skull even faster. Like shaking a Magic 8 Ball in both hands. Stopping every few seconds to let her recover a breath. Then back at it.
My wife has been my best friend practically since we met. We’ve done everything together. All the same hobbies and interests. She’s the most genuine, sweet girl I’ve ever encountered. So loving and caring, a beacon of happiness and joy to anyone who knows her.
Mucusy drool pours out of her mouth as she seizes up and nearly pukes on my cock. I let her recoil off me and cough for a bit, but I still hold her hair, not letting her go far. Tears run down her sweet cheeks, and she sniffles grossly to prevent snot coming out.
While she takes a breather, I lightheartedly blurt out, “You know, if you’re on your period, we can still do anal.” It’s something I’ve teased about many times in the past. Always clearly meant as a joke. And she always rolls her eyes and ignores my crude sense of humor. Tonight, I still say it like a joke. Sort of.
Still recovering, breathing heavily, she gasps and freezes. Her head slowly raising, her eyes carefully looking into mine, a mortified expression on her face. Her voice is raspy and weak, “You- you’re right. We can. If that’s really what you want.” She’s desperately hoping I’m not serious.
My heart skips a beat. I can’t fucking believe this! The law leaves everything open. My wife is mine to use as I please.
I nod. And her expression sinks, her hope crushed. But she sighs and nods back. Submits to me. And I happily begin slinging orders at her.
“Get naked.” I’ve seen her a million times before, so I skip right to the good part. “And I think there’s some lube in the bathroom still, right?” She scurries around as I watch her. My hand rubbing slowly at my dick.
And within moments, I’ve got her facedown on the bed, pale skin completely bare. Her legs together, head resting on her arms as if about to receive a massage. I straddle her thighs and flop my raging meat down at her crack menacingly. I feel her body tense, so I start caressing her up and down trying to relax her.
My hands play with her thick asscheeks. Spreading them, squeezing the pillowy flesh. My eyes fixated on the hole that’s always been off-limits. That crude brown button. My cock jumps and twitches, resting inches from the sphincter as I pry her cheeks open and shut repeatedly with my thumbs. I’ve never gotten to just stare at it like this! I play around like a kid with a new toy. And I can feel her shift in discomfort under me. I press a finger to her asshole, rub around, feel every puckered wrinkle, the enticing heat she emits.
Lizzy always cleans herself meticulously in the shower. Even her butthole is always kept surprisingly pristine. Besides a few little stray hairs here and there, she trims and shaves and keeps everything nice and ladylike. All for herself, because she likes to. It gives her confidence, makes her feel clean and womanly. But no matter how nice she keeps it back here, I’ve never been allowed to even look very much, let alone poke and prod and rub. And no matter how much she cleaned it, she’s not truly prepared for anal. She never expected this to happen tonight, and I can feel her body shaking. Silently praying that she’s clean enough, that nothing too gross occurs. And that risk, the off chance that my innocent wife could so utterly humiliate herself doing something so indecent makes my cock swell like solid steel against her crack.
I squirt out some lube, right onto her asshole, and continue increasingly playing and poking with my fingers. It takes a while, but as the minutes go by, I can feel her hole relaxing. I pop a finger inside Lizzy’s ass for the very first time, one knuckle deep inside her tight anus. She squeaks and buries her shy face in a pillow. And I savor every second, wiggling and digging into her. My other hand is free to knead and slap at her buttcheeks.
A few minutes later, I replace the finger with the tip of my cock, pressing down at her loosened sphincter. I move slowly, letting her acclimate bit by bit. She wriggles, hating everything about this. But I press on, thrusting forward and finally popping my glans inside my wife’s asshole!
Liz groans in pain. And I sigh under my breath, “Fuck, baby!” I can’t believe I finally get to do this! After all these years, my dick is being choked by her tight little anus as I drive slowly deeper. I watch my shaft disappear inside her. Her wrinkled hole stretched to its max. Everything shiny and dripping with plenty of lube. Her body shakes and writhes, but I hold her steady under me. Straddling her thighs, her legs pressed tightly together. My hands pinning her upper body facedown into the pillows and blankets.
Her head turns, emerging from the pillow, and she moans out a loud cry of protest, “Slower, ow! Go slower!”
But I grab her by the hair and thrust her face back into the pillow, “No. Shut up.” Firm and authoritative. I’ve rarely spoken to my sweet wife like that. But she obeys! Going quiet and just taking my cock up her ass like a good bitch. Jesus this is unreal! Where’s this aggression coming from?
I think back as I gaze down at my wife. We met in college, and immediately hit things off. I married my best friend. But with that, I had to make concessions. She’s a good person, pure, sweet. Not a fucking perv like me. But now, for the first time… I get to invade her little virgin asshole.
Minutes go by, and my hips begin thrusting as she really starts to get used to me. I can get about half my dick down her chute before she starts bucking and shaking. A bit of roughness and force is one thing. But I don’t want to hurt my girl too much. Our breathing gets hot, and after a bit I can let go of her hair and allow her face to turn sideways on the pillow. She pants and scrunches her face up in slight pain. But she stays quiet, allowing me to have my way.
She always made it clear she never wanted to do anal. Hated the thought of it. It’s always had to remain a distant fantasy, never to become a reality.
Sticky wet sounds fill the room as I hump in and out of her anus, lube coating everything, Lizzy’s back glossy with a slight sheen of sweat from all the torment. I bend down and flick out my tongue for a quick taste of her salty flesh. Yet another thing I could never really get away with normally.
After a bit, I slow my pace again. It feels amazing, but I find myself imagining the feel of her cunt. It’s been a while. Maybe a few weeks or more. And I’m trying to decide which of her holes feels better.
But I would need a side by side comparison. I pull out of her asshole suddenly with a satisfying Splop! sound. I bite my lip at the sight of her little sphincter gaping open for a few seconds, slowly winking shut. I stick a finger in to swirl around as it squeezes shut on me, just playing around and using my wife’s body however the fuck I want.
But as I sit back on her pressed-together legs, getting a good view down her crack, down the cleft of her cunt, I’m reminded of her period. A white string dangles out from her little crease. I reach out and grab at it without asking.
“Hey! What- what are you doing? I said I’m on my period.” Her shocked reaction is subdued by the effects of the Book, but even still, she can’t believe I’d want to do that.
“So? It’s still your duty right? All of this is your purpose in life.” I smile, watching her innocent mind trying to comprehend the situation.