This was inspired by a post by another user that was really similar to my own first experience with rimming.

I’ve been with my wife for years. She’d never done any sort of butt stuff before me, but I’ve introduced her to how good it can be, and she’s more than come around to it. She’s an enthusiastic appreciator now.

But even after all that time together, even with all our other exploring and experimenting, we’d never tied rimming. It always felt like a step too far for my wife.

She’s quite conflicted about sex. My wife’s from a Catholic background, where the idea of a woman actually enjoying herself and her body was deeply frowned upon. A woman loving sex was taboo. And whilst she’s not religious, and she knows that’s all nonsense, your upbringing weighs heavy on you. There’s a lot guilt and repression in her, and I have to get my wife super horny before we do anything especially naughty, like sliding a finger, or two, or three, up her ass. With all of that, I never thought she’d ever let me rim her.

One of the best decisions I’d ever made in life, to help with her guilt, was to buy my wife a vibrator. When she uses it when we’re fucking, it really helps to break down her barriers, and she’s lucky that she can have multiple orgasms with ease.

The night it happened, when I ate her ass, it was a normal Saturday evening at home. We’d gone to bed early, we’d pulled out clothes off as we kissed, my wife’s vibrator had been taken out of its drawer.

I was above her, gliding two fingers back and forth in her pussy as she attended to her clit. I was kissing her, I was sucking on her nipples. She got to the point where she was squirming and gasping, till she was close to her first orgasm. My wife eased herself off of my fingers, she rolled over. She spread her legs.

I knew what she wanted. For me to slide my cock into her and screw her as she brought herself off, but that evening, I wasn’t in a rush. I took my time with her, I admired the sight of my naked, moaning, trembling wife before me.

She’s absolutely gorgeous, even if I do say so myself. My wife is tall and athletic, she’s beautiful, with a gorgeous athletic body. Her blonde hair was loose that evening, her toned back curved down to her narrow waist, she widened with her hips, she arced up to her broad, full, muscular ass.

It’s the part of her body that I most adore. My wife’s derriere is perfection, thick and rounded, yet tight and high and springy. I couldn’t resist. I grasped her cheeks as she wanked before me. I spread her open to see her flushed, sopping cunt as she pressed it into the vibrator held beneath her. Her pink, cute little asshole was staring right up at me.

God, I love my wife’s asshole. There’s something so wonderfully naughty about seeing it, that most private, most forbidden part of her. And she really does have a gorgeous one, it’s tiny, it forms a perfect little circle at the heart of her crinkled pucker.

I dropped my thumb to her without thinking. I stroked over my wife’s butthole as she bucked into her toy. She moaned for it, for more, as she felt me on her, my wife was at the point now where her inhibitions had been overwhelmed.

She softened as I massaged her. I spat on my hand, I rubbed it over my wife, it gave me enough lubrication for me to part her, for me to slide into her butt.

I fucking adored this. Fingering my wife’s ass. It feels so bad, she feels so different there to her cunt, even tighter, muscular with it. She’s warmer in her rear than in her pussy. And this was such a glorious way to do this, with her splayed beneath me, with me seeing every detail of it.

I crooked my thumb in her, I stroked her entrance from the inside. My wife bucked into both her toy and my hand, urging me on.

But even then, even as I slid the full length of my thumb into my wife’s back passage, I wasn’t thinking of rimming her. The idea still wasn’t even in my head, even when I dropped my face to kiss her buttocks. All I was thinking was that I wanted my mouth on her, was that I needed to kiss and suck on her curved cheeks.

But as I did so, as I showered her with kisses, rimming popped into my head. I was so close. I was already in her ass. I couldn’t resist.

I drew my thumb out of her. I kissed down my wife’s crack. For the first time in my life, I placed my lips on her asshole.

I expected her to pull away. I was sure my wife would stop me, that she wouldn’t want this, that it would be too much for her.

But my wife didn’t stop me. Her moans went louder, they rose in pitch.

I kept kissing her, I did it with mounting confidence. I held her open with a hand on each cheek, I kept my lips on my wife. She was rocking hard beneath me as she rubbed herself into her vibrator, but I followed the motion of her easily, I made sure my mouth didn’t break contact with her butt.

I used my tongue with my lips, like I was French kissing her, my wife’s moans became the breathy-panting sounds she made as she gets there.

It was so different from using my finger. She felt surprisingly soft against me, like warm velvet, but I could feel how tightly bunched she was. Yet, as I explored her with the tip of my tongue, as I tickled it across her, she relaxed around me.

My wife’s legs went taut, she groaned, it rose to a yell of release as she came. I quickened my licking, matching the rhythm of her hips.

Her asshole pulsed against me, it clenched and loosened with each yelp that came out of my wife as she jerked and bucked beneath me.

It was one of those horny occasions were my wife was so riled-up, she could keep going. She stayed right where she was, humping her toy.

Now it was actually happening, this thing I’d fantasised about, that I’d always wanted to try, that my wife, surprisingly, seemed to be loving, there was no stopping me. I applied more pressure as I licked. I pushed with my tongue, and the tip of it went right into her.

As my wife’s asshole tightened as she groaned in surprise and pleasure, my tongue was pressed out of her. But as she softened, I did it again, and that time, half my tongue went into her bum.

I stuck at it, I pulled back, I pushed into her, over and over. My wife made magnificent moaning-grunting sounds as I did it. She opened around me, I was able to sink all the way into her. I was able to tongue-fuck my wife’s derriere without leaving it.

It sent her wild. My wife made so much noise, she climaxed a second time, quickly. Her asshole spasmed around my tongue as I pumped and flexed it within her.

We went nuts, together. I groaned into her as I drove my tongue into my wife’s ass, as she came over and over, as her orgasms hit her thick and fast.

I slid two fingers into her cunt, I rubbed across her g-spot. My wife yelled as her climaxes rolled through her. She was so wet, she soaked the bed beneath her.

“Oh my fucking god,” my wife groaned, after, as she rolled over onto her back. “I’ve never come like that.” Her legs were trembling like she couldn’t stop it.

“Well, I’ve never tongue-fucked your ass before,” I said.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“It felt way better than I ever thought it would.”

“You’ve thought about it?”

Despite everything we’d just done, my wife looked embarrassed at that. “I’m not talking about this now. Shut up and fuck me.”

I was so hard, so turned-on, I was rough with her that night, I pounded my wife till I came across her tits and her laughing face.

I don’t rim my wife every time we fool around now, but it’s become a frequent, much loved part of our sex life. Something that both sends us crazy, that’s so wonderfully intimate and wicked and filthy.