My lady and I went to New Orleans for a special occasion. It was still while COVID was running kind of hot, so it was an even bigger shit show than what I assume is "normal" for New Orleans. We had too many drinks too many nights.

Our one subdued night we had was in the Garden District. We walked by some graveyards that were closed, found some hole in the wall bars, enjoyed the gorgeous houses and neighborhoods, and found this Caribbean fusion restaurant that looked really good. Soon after we sat down, I misunderstood a joke she said, probably on account of too many drinks, and tore her head off. We got into probably the nastiest argument we ever have, but had to keep things discreet being in public. The food was too good to ruin the meal, but she left the table abruptly after and called an Uber, I ended up having to chase her down the streets of the Garden District just to get the car back to the hotel with her.

I don't think a word was exchanged the entire trip, which took about 20 minutes, but as will often happen, we were soon fucking like bunny rabbits once we got back into the hotel. I couldn't give you all the details about it, because often when we fuck it's like a car crash, exhilarating and hard to tell what happened and when. I do know I was taking her doggy, and I knew we were wet and messy enough I could go in her ass without the help of any lube. She took me all they way just fine, and it didn't take long before I was absolutely hammering her asshole, maybe out of spite as much as pleasure.

She was loving it. Soon, over the sound of her clapping ass, I hear her say "Ooo, I'm gonna cum!". This not only took me by surprise because she never told me before if she was going to cum, but because she had never cum from anal before. I could hear the surprise in her voice as well, but I kept my pace just as it was, railing her asshole. Sure enough, her body tensed up moments later, back muscles flexing and she was having one of her beyond sexy and violent full-body orgasms. Again, I couldn't tell you what happened after that, probably because I was in so much disbelief, but the sound of her voice telling me she was going to cum is still burned in my memory like it was yesterday.

We woke up hungover the next day, and I immediately realized just how wrong I was about the argument as soon as I woke up, and I apologized. We licked our wounds, both physical and emotional, and got some breakfast before our flight. Since then, we do anal at least once a month, and she cums every single time. She often cums far harder from anal than she does anything else. I love nothing more than fucking her ass in front of the shower mirror and looking into her eyes, watching her jaw clench as she takes my cock and loves something she feels like she shouldn't. I'll reach around and feel her cunt dripping, and bring my fingers back for a taste.

Needless to say, it was the highlight of the trip, which had plenty of highlights regardless, and was better to bring home than any souvenir could have been.