Page 17 of Tushie: A Taboo Tale of Forbidden Love

She wanted to lay seductively for him, but wasn't quite sure how one was supposed to do so. She lay across the bed, one arm propping up her head, the other draped gently across her thigh, but when her fingers started to absentmindedly twirl her hair she felt self-conscious and somewhat like a teenager so she sat upright stifling another laugh.

After a little more wriggling around she settled for laying on her front, looking back towards the bathroom. She felt vulnerable like this, but she was going to feel vulnerable throughout the whole evening anyway, so she might as well start as she meant to go on.

She took a deep breath and smiled to herself.

She trusted Cole.

He wouldn't hurt her, he would take it slow, he would be gentle and kind and he would listen. She had married him for all of these reasons, and as much as she was hesitant about what they were going to do, she wanted to try.

‘Ok,’ she said, quietly. ‘I'm ready.’

The light in the bathroom went out and a moment later the door opened.

In the deep red gloom, Elsie could just make out the handsome features of her husband.

Her stomach was in knots. On an emotional scale, she was somewhere between stifling the urge the flee and demanding her husband fuck her ass right now, right here and to stop dicking around with all this foreplay. She watched as he moved slowly towards her, still dressed in his suit. She realised that he was fresh, he must have showered and shaved and neatened himself up as she’d bathed.

He smelt amazing and looked incredible.

He stood next to her now, and she reached out and took his hand in hers, pulling her up to a sitting position as he knelt down in front of her and kissed her. She suddenly felt small and vulnerable before him, but there was a big part of her that liked it.

‘Listen,’ he said. ‘We can go as fast or as slow as you like. If you want me to stop, I'll stop. You just say the word. Ok?’

Elsie nodded and smiled.

He leaned forward and kissed her again, stroking her cheek and her hair, then he stood up straight and towered over her, looking down at her body with intense lust in his expression.

She trembled and her breathing became uneven and short as she watched her husband’s eyes trace the contours of her curves. He was so passionate that just a cursory glance at her would be immediately arousing. A long slow gaze would make her ache and she felt herself getting wet as he continued to take her in.

With two fingers he stroked the side of her face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

‘You look incredible,’ he said, in a voice so deep it made her shake.

She gulped and bit her lip, looking up at him.

‘Stand up,’ he said.

She did as she was told.

‘Turn around.’

She did so and felt her husband’s hand run down the small of her back and across her knickers, dipping inside them from behind and feeling the shape of the little jewel.

Gently he kissed her neck and pressed his hardening cock against her thigh and then he let go and bent her forward onto the soft duvet.

She felt both of his hands on her rump, his fingers playing softly across her skin, pushing the lingerie aside, then she felt a tugging sensation.

He was pulling at the jewel.

She gripped the bedsheets as her husbands fingers closed around it and applied the smallest amount of pressure. Her whole body tingled at the sensation, and a moment later there was gentle popping feeling as the plug came free in his hand.

He let go of her and she listened as he rustled behind her.

There was the sound of his belt coming undone and the sound of his zipper.

Then he was pulling her knickers aside with his fingers and for a moment she started to panic, thinking he might be about to just shove his cock into her ass after all, then suddenly, he was sliding smoothly into her soaking wet pussy.

‘Oh fuck,’ she whispered as he started to push in and out of her.

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