The Wives of Beverly Row 2: Lust Has a New Address by Abby Weeks Page B

Hank slowly slid two fingers into her ass. The sensation was intense. It didn’t hurt, he was doing everything right, taking his time and moving slowly, but she somehow had the impression that he was just performing a chore and wasn’t really excited about what was happening.
    She looked back at him. The look on his face was more of concentration than of passion. He was doing everything to please her , to make her happy, and that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted him to make himself happy.
    “Hold on,” she said.
    “Am I doing it wrong?”
    “You’re doing it perfectly, honey,” she said. “You’re making me so horny I could die.”
    Hank smiled and it was a smile of kindness, of friendship. She loved him, he was a good man and he took care of her, but there was no passion between them and she couldn’t manufacture it. He took his fingers out of her ass and let the skirt of her nightgown fall back down over her butt. She crawled toward him. He was still in his pajamas, the ones that reminded her of her father.
    She leaned her head down into his crotch and pulled down the front of his pants. His cock was soft and flaccid. He wasn’t aroused at all. She put her lips on his small nub and began licking the head. Slowly, his penis began to come to life, stiffening as her tongue ran over the pink flesh. Hank was on his knees looking down at her. In that moment, Veronica would have found it intensely thrilling if he’d pushed her head down harder on his cock and forced it deep into her throat. But he didn’t do that. He didn’t do anything. He just leaned back and let her continue to suck on his cock as it hardened and lengthened in her mouth.
    “Okay,” he said after a minute. “I think I’m ready.”
    Veronica looked up at him. She wiped saliva from her lips. She wished the room wasn’t so bright. Nothing felt romantic or erotic or passionate. It was all awkward.
    She turned around and lifted her nightdress, showing Hank her ass again.
    “Use lotion,” she said.
    He poured lotion all over his penis. Veronica braced herself and then she felt it, the tip of his cock pressed against the muscular ring of her anus. He pressed it hard against her but it didn’t slide in.
    “You’re too tight,” he said.
    His voice sounded strained, nervous even. Veronica just prayed they would be able to get through this ordeal without completely humiliating themselves. She gasped as Hank’s two fingers slid up into her asshole. He was becoming a little hasty. He pushed his fingers deep inside her and rotated them, trying to open up her asshole and loosen it up. He went about it like it was a job to be done and then pulled his fingers back out.
    “Okay,” he said.
    He got back up on his knees and pressed his cock against her ass again. She could feel that it was already beginning to soften. He pressed it against the rim of her anus but it wouldn’t breach in past the tight ring of muscle.
    “This isn’t going to work,” Hank said.
    “Just press harder, honey,” Veronica said. “I’m all yours.”
    Hank pressed his cock as hard as he could against her ass but there was no way it was going to slide in.
    “Jesus Christ,” he said. Veronica could tell he was upset, embarrassed. He even looked like he was becoming angry.
    “It’s alright, baby,” she said, trying to calm him down.
    “No, it’s not alright. This is just sick, Veronica. What the hell is wrong with you? Where I come from a man doesn’t try to fuck his wife in the ass.”
    “I’m sorry,” Hank. Veronica was completely caught off guard. She’d could have known this wasn’t going to end well but she hadn’t expected Hank to take it out on her. “It’s just meant to be fun.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean? That I’m not fun?”
    “Of course not. I’m just saying that it’s not important.”
    “It was important enough for you to be thinking about it all these years, to be fantasizing about it and telling your friends you want it. Do