29-08-2026, 10:30 PM
In the morning she woke before me.
When I opened my eyes she was lying on her side, looking at me, the nighty riding up her thighs. She took my hand and put it on her ass.
“You asked for my asshole after the function,” she said. “I said not that night, but one day. That day can be this morning. He took what he took yesterday. This is only for you.”
I turned her onto her stomach.
She lay flat on the bed, face on the pillow, arms beside her head. I got on top of her from behind, between her thighs, and lifted the nighty up to her waist. That was the position — my wife on her stomach, me over her back, my cock at her ass.
Her ass cheeks were in front of me, her asshole closed and shy. She held the pillow and hid her face.
“Go slow. I have not given this to anyone. If it hurts I will say. Don’t treat me like you are punishing me. Take it like I am giving it.”
I wet her asshole with my fingers and then with my mouth. She shivered. When I put the head of my cock there, she reached back and held my thigh.
“I love you. Put it in.”
I pushed in slowly.
Her asshole opened around my cock, tight and hot. She moaned into the pillow.
“Ah… Shiva… it is going in… wait… okay… now…”
I hugged her from behind, my chest on her back, and gave her the rest of my cock inch by inch. I stayed still until her breathing settled. Then she pushed her ass up a little.
“You can move. This is yours.”
I fucked her asshole slowly in that same position, my wife on her stomach, my body over her back, my cock moving in her ass.
Yesterday her pussy had gone to the astrologer out of fear. This morning her asshole was opening for me out of love. I could hear the difference in her voice.
“Ah… Shiva… I am yours… only this… only you…”
“I am coming.”
“Come inside. Ah… ah… take it…”
I pushed in and came in her asshole.
“Ugh… Sudha… ah…”
“Ah… I can feel it… mmh… don’t pull out yet…”
I stayed on top of her, my cock inside her asshole, and hugged her until both of us went still.
Then I kissed her shoulder and thanked her.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to give me this after yesterday. Thank you for still giving it to me.”
She turned her face on the pillow and shook her head.
“Don’t thank me. There is nothing to thank. I belong to you. I am your wife. My body is yours. If you want my asshole, it is already yours. You don’t thank a wife for what belongs to you.”
I stayed inside her and held her after that, with no more words.
I pulled my cock out of her asshole slowly and lay down beside her.
She kept the nighty at her waist for a while, then pulled it down and came into my complete embrace, her face on my chest, one leg over my thigh. The house was quiet. From the other room I could hear our son moving, still in that happy mood from the result. My wife heard it too. A small smile came on her mouth.
“He is himself again,” she said. “That is enough for me.”
I rubbed her back over the nighty.
“And you? Are you all right?”
She thought for a moment, then kissed my chest.
“I am all right if you look at me like this. Don’t treat me like something broken. I am still your wife. If you want me in the morning, take me. If you want me at night, take me. I belong here.”
That smile, and the warmth of her pussy against my thigh, made me horny again, but it was a different heat now — not the fear of the living room, not the ugly mouth of the astrologer, only my wife in her nighty, soft, mine, a little wet from what I had just put in her ass.
I put my hand under the nighty and held her ass cheek.
She laughed under her breath and looked up at me.
“Again? You just came.”
“I know. I still want to hold you.”
“Then hold me. If it becomes more than holding, I won’t stop you. Today I want this house to feel like our house again.”
I kissed her mouth.
She kissed me back, longer, and her hand went over my cock, not in a rush, only as a wife touching what was hers. From the other room our son called that he wanted coffee. She smiled against my lips.
“I will make coffee for him. Then I will come back to you.”
She got up, smoothed the nighty, and went to the kitchen.
I lay on the bed and listened to her talk to our son, ordinary, warm, happy. My body was still hot from her asshole, from her mouth, from the way she had said she belonged to me. The fear had left the rooms. What remained was a family that had come back, a wife who was still mine, and a hunger that now lived only between us.
When she returned with my coffee, she sat on the bed and kissed me once more.
“Drink. Then we start the day.”
I drank.
She sat beside me, her thigh against mine, and the story of that house, for now, ended there — happy, horny, and closed on my wife.
Regards
Novelist Casanova
When I opened my eyes she was lying on her side, looking at me, the nighty riding up her thighs. She took my hand and put it on her ass.
“You asked for my asshole after the function,” she said. “I said not that night, but one day. That day can be this morning. He took what he took yesterday. This is only for you.”
I turned her onto her stomach.
She lay flat on the bed, face on the pillow, arms beside her head. I got on top of her from behind, between her thighs, and lifted the nighty up to her waist. That was the position — my wife on her stomach, me over her back, my cock at her ass.
Her ass cheeks were in front of me, her asshole closed and shy. She held the pillow and hid her face.
“Go slow. I have not given this to anyone. If it hurts I will say. Don’t treat me like you are punishing me. Take it like I am giving it.”
I wet her asshole with my fingers and then with my mouth. She shivered. When I put the head of my cock there, she reached back and held my thigh.
“I love you. Put it in.”
I pushed in slowly.
Her asshole opened around my cock, tight and hot. She moaned into the pillow.
“Ah… Shiva… it is going in… wait… okay… now…”
I hugged her from behind, my chest on her back, and gave her the rest of my cock inch by inch. I stayed still until her breathing settled. Then she pushed her ass up a little.
“You can move. This is yours.”
I fucked her asshole slowly in that same position, my wife on her stomach, my body over her back, my cock moving in her ass.
Yesterday her pussy had gone to the astrologer out of fear. This morning her asshole was opening for me out of love. I could hear the difference in her voice.
“Ah… Shiva… I am yours… only this… only you…”
“I am coming.”
“Come inside. Ah… ah… take it…”
I pushed in and came in her asshole.
“Ugh… Sudha… ah…”
“Ah… I can feel it… mmh… don’t pull out yet…”
I stayed on top of her, my cock inside her asshole, and hugged her until both of us went still.
Then I kissed her shoulder and thanked her.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to give me this after yesterday. Thank you for still giving it to me.”
She turned her face on the pillow and shook her head.
“Don’t thank me. There is nothing to thank. I belong to you. I am your wife. My body is yours. If you want my asshole, it is already yours. You don’t thank a wife for what belongs to you.”
I stayed inside her and held her after that, with no more words.
I pulled my cock out of her asshole slowly and lay down beside her.
She kept the nighty at her waist for a while, then pulled it down and came into my complete embrace, her face on my chest, one leg over my thigh. The house was quiet. From the other room I could hear our son moving, still in that happy mood from the result. My wife heard it too. A small smile came on her mouth.
“He is himself again,” she said. “That is enough for me.”
I rubbed her back over the nighty.
“And you? Are you all right?”
She thought for a moment, then kissed my chest.
“I am all right if you look at me like this. Don’t treat me like something broken. I am still your wife. If you want me in the morning, take me. If you want me at night, take me. I belong here.”
That smile, and the warmth of her pussy against my thigh, made me horny again, but it was a different heat now — not the fear of the living room, not the ugly mouth of the astrologer, only my wife in her nighty, soft, mine, a little wet from what I had just put in her ass.
I put my hand under the nighty and held her ass cheek.
She laughed under her breath and looked up at me.
“Again? You just came.”
“I know. I still want to hold you.”
“Then hold me. If it becomes more than holding, I won’t stop you. Today I want this house to feel like our house again.”
I kissed her mouth.
She kissed me back, longer, and her hand went over my cock, not in a rush, only as a wife touching what was hers. From the other room our son called that he wanted coffee. She smiled against my lips.
“I will make coffee for him. Then I will come back to you.”
She got up, smoothed the nighty, and went to the kitchen.
I lay on the bed and listened to her talk to our son, ordinary, warm, happy. My body was still hot from her asshole, from her mouth, from the way she had said she belonged to me. The fear had left the rooms. What remained was a family that had come back, a wife who was still mine, and a hunger that now lived only between us.
When she returned with my coffee, she sat on the bed and kissed me once more.
“Drink. Then we start the day.”
I drank.
She sat beside me, her thigh against mine, and the story of that house, for now, ended there — happy, horny, and closed on my wife.
The End
Regards
Novelist Casanova
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