We’d just finished a late supper. I cleared the table, and then told J that I was going to drag him into bed with me. I had to come out a second time and insist on this, but it all worked well.

We were holding each other, cuddling, and he was caressing my body. I was laying on my stomach, and very much enjoying the caresses of my back, backs of thighs, and buttocks. I had become very relaxed! I’ve been gently showing him, and encouraging him to touch me near my anus for about 2 weeks, then on my anus for a few days. Yesterday, starting the same way, I had encouraged him to rub it with a little lube on his fingers. It opened, and he slid first one finger, then two, into my back door. I moaned, and obviously enjoyed it. He’s got trouble believing anyone could enjoy this, especially as tight as I’ve been on his fingers, but he’s come to accept it. He was a virgin when we met, and I've only recently begun to outright "seduce" him into shoving his thick dong up my ass.

Tonight, he did the same thing to me. I was enjoying it even more than yesterday, and he said I was not so tight today. I was probably even more relaxed, as I was even more emotionally into the loving cuddles. I trust him immeasurably, so I knew he cared about me and would certainly never do anything to hurt me. This is the formula for relaxation! After he’d been fingering my butt for a few minutes, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. To my amazement, he said, “Yes.”

I had already told him of the “trick” to “put on too much lube then add some”. He was starting to do just that to me, as I was starting to do the same to him with another tube of lube. Well, we had on double too much lube. He lubed me and I lubed him. I got on all fours and he took me from the back. He had no trouble getting into me. I was extremely relaxed. It helped even more that he was sufficiently nervous about hurting me that he was not completely hard when he entered me. The moment he penetrated my ass, my back became extremely hot, although the room and the house are comfortably cool. I don’t know why I got the extreme heat. I’ve heard of sexual things being spoken of as being “hot”, but I never thought about it in the literal sense! I remained hot as long as he was inside of me. I moved my ass back, fucking him in return, giving him a clear indication that I wanted him deep inside of my nether regions. He quickly rose to the occasion with the exquisite feelings from my rectum, from my moving my hips back to meet him and take all of him inside of me. I verbally made it obvious to him and the entire neighborhood how good it felt! When I wasn’t making so much noise, I was breathing so heavily that during my more lucid moments I was concerned about hyperventilation, and “forced” myself to put my head between my pillow and my arms, so that I would rebreathe the air – much like people prone to hyperventilation due to anxiety breathe into a paper bag. However, I didn’t have a lot of these lucid moments. I was mostly out of my mind in pure, unadulterated pleasure. MY GOD IT FELT GOOD!!!!!! He was still being fairly cautious with me, as he didn’t want to hurt me at all. He fucked me slowly and gently. Being so slow and gentle allowed him to last much longer than he usually does! I was loving every minute of it! In fact, it’s hard to say how many orgasms, all completely from anal stimulation I had. These were different than orgasms caused by either clitoral stimulation or vaginal penetration. Note that I also have orgasms completely from vaginal penetration without direct clitoral stimulation. These “anal orgasms” were somehow… deeper. They seemed to come from somewhere deeper within the core of my body, and radiate into the core of my being. Neither J nor I did any clitoral stimulation on me. I might have had 2. The reason I say 2 is that somewhere in the middle of it, I’d gotten down from all fours and was lying prone on the bed. He slipped out. I was unable to make any motions to get him back in for a bit, but only moan. He wasn’t sure what to do I think. I came down a bit, and moaned out, “I’m just recovering from an orgasm. You can fuck me some more.” He got back in, and I started cumming and cumming and cumming. So, either I had 2 or I had 100s. Either way, it lasted around a half an hour, of pure anal orgasmic pleasure. THIS WAS FANTASTIC!!!!!!!

I’m not sure why it stopped when it did. J may have worn out physically. Or, he may have taken some pity on my poor ass having been fucked for a half hour straight. Or, he may have been worried about the neighbors reporting us for a noise violation. He didn’t cum. Anyway we stopped then. I encouraged him to get up and wash up with antibacterial soap, making sure to wash extremely well under his foreskin. He thought that was a good idea, as he’d fucked me au naturale since we have no condoms. I prefer a condom with even a regular partner whom I biologically “trust”, and with whom I have “unprotected” vaginal sex. It makes the cleanup a lot easier.

He came back, and we cuddled and talked. He said how amazed how much he liked it. I giggled and said after 11 years, it’s about time we tried it together. I told him that I was amazed at how much I liked it. We talked some about physiology, and that he was surprised when he went to clean himself up, there was no noticeable BM on his cock. I told him that there’s not normally BM in the rectum unless you feel like you have to go. I’ve been enjoying anal masturbation for over a year now. I had no idea how much better it could be with a partner. In fact, I didn’t expect it to be as good if I didn’t have full control of the situation back there. He said that he was surprised how much he liked it too. He said he was afraid that I’d be tight enough to be painful for him. He’s pleasantly surprised that it was NOT painful for him, but felt just slightly different to him than vaginal intercourse. One major difference is that he hasn’t seen me really enjoy myself that much from vaginal intercourse in about 11 years, and causing that much pleasure is a turn on. Prior to him, I'd had a lesbian relationship.

I was so overcome with the joy and contentment that comes from having a wonderful sexual experience with someone you love, and one that has broken some of the monotony that can happen in a LTR, that I didn’t get into the pain that had been essentially wiped from my heart and mind from previous things that look similar at least on the surface. The quivers turned to soft moans, all from the love and contentment that lie within my heart. We both continued to kiss and caress one another. I really needed this 3 hours of gentle, soothing afterplay to get myself into any way where I could even consider getting up. Oh, I tried to get up after about 2 hours, as my throat was so dry after moaning, squealing, and screaming so loudly for the half hour that he had his thick cock up my ass. Yet, I was unable to pull myself out of my beloved’s arms. It meant so much to me to hold him and to be held right then. It was especially nice to have the warm body next to me of someone whom I love so very much, and who I am so absolutely sure loves me as much, or perhaps even more.

When he decided to get up, and I almost had but really didn’t want to let go of him, I got extremely silly. I lay on top of him, and told him to go ahead and get up. He thought it was funny for a minute, until he told me to get off because I was crushing him. I held onto him every way I could, in a loving, giggly, laughing, and silly manner. I begged him not to leave me, partly because I truly didn’t want him to. He got out of bed, so I said he could go away if he wanted to as I held onto him by the balls. Finally, I let go though.

I can’t say for certainty this was the best sexual experience I’ve had in my life. I’ve had some extremely good ones!!! However, this one was certainly up there as a contender for “best experiences”, if it’s not absolutely the best time I’ve ever had!

Several hours have passed now. I’m still overwhelmed with joy and contentment. Something happened as a result of all of those anal orgasms! Everything is wonderful!