Page 3 of Tushie: A Taboo Tale of Forbidden Love

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, slowing down.

‘Do that again,’ she said.

Cole frowned.

‘Touch… your?’

She nodded urgently, pushing herself back onto his cock and biting her lip. ’Touch my ass.’

Nervously, Cole’s shaking fingers slid across his wife's bottom, then he traced a single finger down between her cheeks. He continued to slide in and out of her, and could feel her pussy tightening around his cock as he drew nearer.

Then as lightly as he could, he pressed his thumb against her.

Elsie’s body shook and she breathed out in pleasure, her mouth wide, her eyes closed and her body rocking forward at his touch.

‘Keep fucking me,’ she said.

Cole realised he had stopped as soon as he’d touched her and he resumed straight away, still holding his thumb against her little button as his cock dipped back into her.

‘Oh fuck, put it in,’ she said.

‘My cock?’ he said, looking up.

She shook her head from side to side. ‘No, your finger, put it in my ass.’

Cole’s eyes widened and he started shaking with excitement and trepidation. Elsie had never talked like this before and it was almost too much. He was going to cum soon and he wasn’t going to be able to slow down or stop himself.

He withdrew his thumb, licked his little finger and then slowly traced the line between her cheeks again before wiggling it and pushing it against her sweet little hole.

‘Yes,’ she said.

He pushed a little harder at the same time as she pushed back and suddenly, the tip of his finger disappeared inside his wife’s ass.

That was it, the sight and the feeling of what was happening was too much. It sent him over the edge.

Cole came, and a second later, so did Elsie.

She buried her face in the pillow as her husbands cock strained and erupted inside of her, filling her up with his cum, rope after rope of warmth squirting into her pussy as she quivered and shook in orgasm.

Slowly he removed his finger, as gently as he could and a moment later, his soft slick cock slid out of her pussy. She collapsed forward onto the bed, shaking and breathing erratically.

She grabbed for him and pulled his arms around her and then she covered them both in the duvet, hiding her face underneath it.

She was feeling more than a little embarrassed.

Mortified might be the word.

Cole stroked her hair with his hand and pressed his body up against hers.

‘That was amazing,’ he said quietly into her ear.

She shook her head.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘It was rude,’ she whispered, her head still hidden beneath the covers.

’So?’

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