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“You want me to wear my plug all night? Out in public?” My mind is swirling; my face is bright red. “Yes. I want to be able to look over at you, knowing your ass is filled, smiling as you squirm, knowing my cock will be replacing that plug eventually.” My cheeks are still warm but I slowly say, “All right, I will. If you wear yours for the evening also.” Now it’s his turn to look startled. He takes a step back, head lowered, and I gay men porn can tell he gay men porn is automatically thinking of refusing. Then he catches my eye and carefully nods his head. “Deal,” he says, relaxing a bit. We gay men porn look at each other smiling and then go to our bedroom to prepare. Me first. He bends me over our bed, hands flat on the mattress and flips up my dress, rubbing hands over my still tender ass. Pulling my thong aside he tickles my anus, and then slides a lubed finger inside. He moves it in and out, teasing, toying with me. Moaning from his attentions I can hear him rustling through our box of toys (we call it the magic suitcase) and then feel a medium-sized plug against my hole. He pushes a bit, then more, and my gay men porn eyes widen as it goes deeper and deeper, spreading me open. Squealing as it passes the largest part, my ass closes tightly over the plug gay men porn near its base. Done. He puts my thong back, in the guise of holding the plug in place, and he helps me stand. I shudder in desire. “Oh, my.” Standing is difficult, I find, and I gingerly move, very aware of my ass. Apparently last night‘s anal play has left me very sensitive. “Oh, I’m not too sure I can do this,” I begin, but I look up at him, gaining strength, and realize I can. So, I take a deep breath and say, “Now you.”

He smiles, a bit hesitant, still shy with our gay men porn newly discovered anal techniques. But he unzips his pants, they drop in a clatter of keys, and he leans over the bed for me, spreading his legs. He’s wearing dark briefs, and I cup his cheeks playfully through the material. I do love his ass, tight, muscular, lightly furred, and I stroke him a bit as I bare his skin. The male ass is so very sexy. I see his clenching anus, he’s a bit nervous, legs a bit shaky, and gay men porn I touch him gently with lubed fingers. As he relaxes, I enter slowly, teasingly. His breath hitches and his cock already begins to grow as I slowly finger him. He groans slightly as I slide my fingers in all the way, and groans louder when I pull them out. Placing his little toy at his ass, I begin to push. He gradually opens, and I continue until his ass accepts and holds the plug. He stands, breath coming faster, rock hard cock, and then turns to me, kissing me with increasing passion. I pull back. “No, baby,” I say, shaking my head, grinning. “Not until later.” His eyes widen, then narrow, but he chuckles, half-angrily. “Oh, babe. You’re going to pay for this!” “I hope so,” I gay men porn say pertly, swinging my hips as I leave our bedroom. I readjust my clothes in the living room, hands smoothing dress as cheeks clench tightly on my toy. I foolishly examine my ass in the mirror, wanting to make sure the plug doesn’t show. It doesn’t. After a few minutes, my somewhat irritated husband joins me. His cock still bulges the front of his pants, but he is dressed, and the interesting gleam in his eye promises a wild night. His normally long stride is a bit off, however. I smile, recognizing the difficulties caused gay men porn by gay men porn the erection in front and the plug in the back. I tease him a bit about his condition and he takes my arm in his and grins. “Darling, I’m gay men porn afraid this is going to be one short evening out. I want us to get back here gay men porn as soon as possible.” Laughing, I agree and say, “Now shall we go?” Dinner is lovely gay men porn. Excellent restaurant, terrific atmosphere, wonderful service. The salads are tasty, the steaks are perfect, the wine delicious. We eat lightly, talking some, drinking some, squirming more. The plug and my man make me think gay men porn non-stop naughty thoughts. I uncontrollably clench my plug at frequent intervals and wonder if he’s doing the same.