Chapter 15

I honestly cannot say I have a full-on anal fetish ... but butt play is something that has long turned me on.

When we were married, hubby had absolutely no interest in butt play. None at all. But when I played with myself, sometimes I might stick a pinky in there, just for something a little different.

As you might remember, May at first showed absolutely no interest in butt play. That was quite all right. She was a cutie, and I was not going to scare her away with something that I had already done without for several years.

But, as time went on, a little bit of butt play became more and more incorporated into our lovemaking. Most of the time, we would rim each other. Sometimes a finger might slip in, but we made sure to do a lot of preparation beforehand, to be very gentle, and to use a lot of lube.

I will tell you, my girlfriend could lick butt with the best of them, once she got into it. You could tell it was a passion.

Of course, once Shelly joined, we had another cutie who liked to lick and play with her butt. May became perfection at licking butt. My daughter was a freaking goddess!

I swear the two would do it on purpose: I would be sitting in bed by the pillows, reading or watching TV. They would lie on their fronts, those two cute little bare butts facing me, wiggling as they giggled, wriggling as they talked. I mean, what else was a mom supposed to do?

Shelly was incredibly good at fingering my asshole, too. She knew the proper depth, rhythm, and pressure, and she knew that a couple of fingers in my pussy at the same time would send me over the edge in minutes.

So, one evening, the three of us are in bed watching TV, the two of them are in front of me wiggling their cute little butts invitingly, and, well, as I said, what else is a mother to do?

Shelly was the closest, so I moved myself between her legs, spread open those cute little cheeks, checked out her pretty little pink hole, and drove my tongue into it as she let out a theatrical and overemphasized gasp.

May, meanwhile, giggled, watched us for a bit, then excused herself to use the bathroom.

Shelly rolled over with a groan, pulling my hand so I could cuddle up next to her.

“I really didn’t want you to stop, but I kinda wanted to bring up a little something. About butt stuff.”

We talked for a while and came up with a plan. Minutes later, I was back between those beautiful cheeks, licking away by the time May came back from her bathroom break. She plopped herself down face-first next to Shelly, wiggling her butt.

“I made sure I’m squeaky clean!” she said proudly as I spread her cute little cheeks and began probing her own hole.

Our lovemaking that night was its usual spectacular cum-fest, but that night is not the center of my story today.

After the two fell asleep, I pulled my phone from the dresser and started looking through some online sex shops. Trust me, I found all kinds of goodies, but it took a lot of self-restraint and time to finally see what I wanted. Once I found the perfect toys, I placed the order and requested rush delivery. The weekend was approaching.

By now, it was early November. With that, we had no races to train for, but still went on long runs together every Saturday, 10 miles at least. This time was no different.

It was a comfortably chilly November morning. It was dry, so honestly, the weather was simply perfect for our run. By the time we got home from our cool-down walk, we were ready for some hot chocolate, though.

Meanwhile, the package I had ordered was on the front porch.