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As the night wore on, Sarah couldn't help but feel increasingly aroused. Her husband Anthony was asleep next to her, oblivious to the desires coursing through her veins. Ever since they'd returned home from their anniversary dinner, she'd felt an insatiable urge growing stronger with every passing moment. It was as if some hidden part of her had awoken, demanding to be sated.
Quietly, Sarah slipped out of bed and crept downstairs to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and locked it, needing solitude for what she was about to do. She slid her panties down her legs, revealing her bare bottom, then lifted up her skirt and toed off her high heels. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stepped onto the edge of the bath, spreading her legs wide apart.
She didn't bother to kneel down or even lean forward – she just pushed out roughly, feeling the rush of cool air against her tightly puckered anus as her massive turd slid out of her with a wet sloppy pop. It hung there for a moment, glistening in the dim light, then plummeted into the toilet bowl with a splash. Sarah watched it disappear with a sense of satisfaction before turning her attention back to her own body.
Her fingers found their way to her soaking wet pussy, and she began to work on herself, stroking slowly at first then faster as her excitement grew. She arched her back and threw her head back, moaning softly as she approached her climax. The sensation of her own fingers inside her, coupled with the memory of what she'd just done to herself on the toilet, sent her over the edge.
Her orgasm gripped her tightly, shaking her entire body as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. As she came down from her high, she caught sight of Anthony's cock, still hard even in his sleep. She couldn't help but smile to herself – she'd been a good wife tonight, and there was still more fun to be had.
Sarah stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around her body, carefully avoiding her ass and pussy so as not to clean herself. She padded back upstairs to the bedroom, making sure to leave a trail of moisture behind her. Reaching the bed, she positioned herself over Anthony's sleeping form, lowering her dripping cunt onto his throbbing cock.
She rocked her hips gently at first, then harder, driving herself down onto his cock with a moan. The friction was exquisite, every brush of skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being. She leaned forward, resting her weight on her forearms, allowing herself to enjoy the full sensation of being taken from behind.
Her body quivered as she approached yet another climax, and this time she allowed herself to scream out in ecstasy, her voice echoing off the walls of the bedroom. Anthony stirred slightly in his sleep, unaware of what was happening, but Sarah didn't care – this was her moment.
As she felt herself begin to cum again, Sarah raised herself up off Anthony's cock and leaned forward, guiding his own cock to her waiting asshole. She took him inside her, feeling him push past her tight ring of muscle and into her sphincter. It hurt, but it was also exhilarating – like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Sarah began to rock her hips again, this time driving herself up and down on Anthony's cock, feeling the sensation of him filling her up from both ends. She looked down at her soaring breasts, and then back up at Anthony's face, watching his eyes flicker open as he began to awaken to the sensation of being fucked.
"What are you doing?" he whispered hoarsely, his cock throbbing inside her ass.
"I'm being a good wife," she replied, her voice laced with desire. "Now cum inside me."
And as Anthony groaned and began to thrust harder, filling her up with his seed, Sarah knew that she'd never been happier.
