A lady is dreaming of anal sex but her husband doesn’t really approve of it so she has to look for it on the side and she finally finds a man who can make her anal dreams come true…
New York the city of contrasts. I was trying to learn more about the city looking out of my hotel room window. I wanted to calm down but I was still distracted and annoyed. I couldn’t focus my attention on anything at all. I was in panic. Again.
Just within an hour my anxiety turned into something close to horror. I was breathing more heavy now. I was trying to take deep breaths to calm down but seemed my heart instead started beating faster. I was walking up and down the room hoping it would help me relax and calm down. The only thing that could really help was a knock on the door that could either save me or devastate me.
It was all because of the deal I had two years ago. I’d tried to shed weight for my entire life. When my weight was close to obesity mark I decided I had to do something with my eating disorder it was basically the only way not to die young. But I felt I was powerless to change my eating habits. I’d never had enough decisiveness and strength to make a diet last for more than four weeks. You may think it’s no problem to control your eating habits but I couldn’t do it though I knew I had to for my own sake.
I needed a stimulus a goal to reach for. The idea of shedding pounds wasn’t very motivating on its own maybe the idea of being slender and confident didn’t seem to be plausible thus not motivating to change my life style. If it were so easy… there would never be any overweight people at all. Everyone would just be like models. I needed something more significant to make me change.
Sex? As a stimulus? Why not! It sounded great and sex gave more pleasure than food at least. I had unusual sex preferences: gays and anal sex. I couldn’t say why I was so drawn to gays. Maybe because I knew I could never have one. They were not for me. I was a woman so I could never be a part of their gay world. Maybe my addiction to gays was the reason of my love of anal sex. Maybe I was just envious of gays?
My hubby didn’t wanna have anal sex. He was a scientist and was panic at bacteria and microbes. He didn’t wanna enter my ass even if he were wearing a condom. He didn’t like to talk about it but he made me realize I would never have anal sex with him. No way I could change his mind.
I had an online lover. He was a young gay named Jersey. He could answer all my questions about anal sex he was respectful to my whims and attentive to my curiously. Well maybe he laughed his ass out in front of the screen but I didn’t know about it. He never let himself mock at me while chatting. He even recommended some books about anal sex for me to read he said he hoped it would help me persuade my husband to have anal sex. It didn’t work with my hubby but it helped me a lot. I learn a lot of new things.
One night I revealed my biggest secret to him. I told him about my weight. I thought it would be easy for me to talk to him about my problem as he couldn’t see me anyway. I didn’t have to look in his eyes and see what he really thought of it. I told him everything. I said I had to shed pounds if I wanted to survive. That’s exactly what I thought. I only had two options – to live and gain control over my weight or die prematurely because of some heart disease.
“I feel helpless and humble.” I confessed. He didn’t hear it but I was moaning with tears. “I’m fat. I’m ugly. I can’t do that. I can’t control myself.”“God girl calm down,” he wrote. “If you DO want to do it you will do it. You need to get motivated.”
Nothing came to my mind. What could be motivating for me to lose half of my weight? By that time he knew me well enough so he said:
I spent some ten seconds thinking over his words. My husband…I wasn’t looking for any real life lover. I liked being married to my husband. “But he’s a gay and he’s got a partner,” I said to myself. I thought it wouldn’t be considered as cheating just curiosity. Jersey was a gay… Why the hell did he make this offer?
Could I have sex with a stranger? I mean with a real stranger cuz I didn’t even know who he was in reality. “You have two more years,” the voice inside me noted. I didn’t say “yes”. I didn’t say “no” but our “pan pal writing” changed its style. Jersey became my personal diet counselor. I guess he needed that adventure too. He was always cheering me up and getting on my nerves with his advice. He believed in me though sometimes he was a real asshole.
His method worked! I saw obvious results. Energy got back to me with every lost pound. I realized I could go to gym and do weights. I realized I could control my desires. I was no longer a food slave. I also realized my passion for sex wasn’t so motivating all I really needed was support. I needed someone to hold my hand in my everyday struggle with weight. I needed someone to push me to understand me when I was loosing a battle someone who wouldn’t blame me for it.
My husband was apparently too busy to support. His scientific work took up too much time so I was really happy when he had a couple of spare hours to preach me. I liked it about him. His work was very promising his lab had already achieved something to help lots of people and make a breakthrough in science. Deep in my heart I knew I would never be significant enough for him his work would always hold the first place. I loved him and could accept it though sometimes it made me really sad. I kept my promise for two years. I didn’t really think my shag with Jersey could ever take place in reality. But it doesn’t mean I didn’t fantasize about it. I longed to have anal experience and thought a gay was a perfect choice for it. I thought gays were to know a thing or two about anal sex right?
I was determined to control my weight. And once I reached my perfect weight of 110 lbs! Jersey sent this massage that night:
“You’ve completed your part of the deal. Now it’s my time. Whether we will do it or not it’ll be up to you to decide. Just tell me the place and time and I’ll be there or we’ll just forget about the whole thing.”
Something always made me get back to NY. The hotel. 10th floor nice view of Central Park. I was walking up and down the room not giving a shit about the view. I was thinking he had to be there any minute. I looked in the mirror for the 15th time I guess. I’d never looked in the mirror so frequently before. I just couldn’t get enough of my new appearance. Who is that girl staring back at me? I’d been fat for so long so I still could hardly recognize my new face. The person in the mirror was smiling at me. I couldn’t wait till the moment Jersey saw me. He had seen my overweight pics so now it was time to see the outcome of my struggle. He had to see what He had done to me how much He had changed me.
I heard a knock on the door. There was no way back. I took a deep breath and came up to the door. The person I saw wasn’t the one used to picture. Actually. I didn’t even know whom I had to see. I only saw him at an old picture taken several years ago. But that picture had nothing to do with the reality. His ash blonde hair was cut short. He wasn’t shaven. His aquiline nose was smaller than I expected it to be. He was stooping in the doorway with a grin on his face and hands stuck in pockets.
“Hi Daisy.” He answered in a juicy voice. His voice was sweet and bitter at the same time just like good whisky you know.
It was the first time I heard his voice. I just looked in his eyes and they told me everything I needed to know about him. They were bright blue and shining with tenderness and respect. I could trust this person he wouldn’t hurt me…
I smiled broadly. I was happy. After all. I did it for him and for me for both of us. Friendship with him meant a lot to me. I wanted him to be proud of my new body because I had it due to his support.
“You were strong enough to. You just needed a push. Several ones. I’d say. And I’m really good at thrusting,” he winked playfully. “Do you mind talking for a while?” He asked me sitting down in one of the armchairs. “We’ve never done it in reality.”
I flung myself in the armchair in front of him. I felt more relaxed and less apprehensive. Jersey cheered me up. We could talk for hours. We were talking about our families our friends our past.
It seemed to me he didn’t like to be locked in the room. He stood up and walked across the room looking out of the window. The greenery looked great against blue clouds. I looked at Jersey’s body – it was graceful and slender.
“I don’t think I can eat everything I want. Guess we could go to some jazz club drink some wine and listen to jazz.”
We went out of the hotel. We decided to take a stroll first and then catch a taxi. The club wasn’t as overcrowded as I expected. It was still too early. We were drinking wine and listening to jazz. Soon I was pressing my body tight against Jersey’s. For the past few years I had only done such things with my husband. I felt so comfortable and protected with Jersey. We were old friends though it was our first real life meeting.
Jersey smelled nice. I liked his perfume. I just couldn’t have enough of his smell. Maybe it wasn’t the perfume it was Jersey’s natural smell? I know I shouldn’t think that but I was envious of Jades. Guess I was more emotional that I should be. I was looking in his eyes smiling.
His hot breathing made me tremble though the words he said weren’t in any way romantic or hot. I nodded. His hot body made me wet in panties. We decided to take a taxi and go back to the hotel. We were holding hand when going to the hotel on the backseat of the cab. It seemed so natural.
Jersey had beautiful hands and arms. His arms were strong and his fingers were long. It didn’t take us much time to get back to the hotel. When stranding in front of the elevator I started trembling again. My body got tense. Jersey felt it he hugged me.
“Relax girl. You’re looking like you’re waiting for a stab from round the corner… We still don’t owe each other anything. You’re in charge you control everything. Whatever you’ll want to do will be tremendous.” He squeezed my hand.
I tried to smile. What was he thinking? I knew he did all that not just for having sex with me but I knew he would be disappointed if he didn’t have it. “He’s different. I said to myself he’ll be ready to accept any choice I make and … stop thinking about it.” I thought.
It was funny. Sex was supposed to be the climax of my fantasies my reward in a way. I mean it was supposed to be me to start talking about our deal.
We were standing by the window looking at the city. The light was turned off. Hectic NY was in front of our eyes.
“All right.”I stretched my hand and touched his chin. I touched his lips for a sec. He went to the bathroom. I heard water run. I took off my shoes and went there too.
“There’s no bubble bath here just a shower gel.” Jersey drawled holding an orange shower gel in his hands.
I was a bit shy to get undressed in front of him. He took off his shirt. I couldn’t help stretching my hand and touching a tattoo on his right arm: a turtle and a jelly fish.
“Cool,” I said. I liked his tattoo and I liked his body. His tanned skin was smooth his body was slender but muscular.
Light from the room filled the bathroom with some dim romantic shimmer. Jersey was smiling at me. He took off his boxers and got in the bath. When I was nude he gave me his hand and I joined him in the bath.
Well everything is not that bad. I thought. Besides. I’d gone through hell to make my body look the way it did. I closed my eyes and let warm foam cover me warm water and aromatic bath made me relax. I cried out when he suddenly took my foot in his hand and started massaging it.
I leaned on his chest. Guess I cried out again when his hands squeezed me tight. He didn’t say a word but his chest was rising up and down. It was so hypnotizing. I felt relaxed and calm. I don’t know how much time we spent in the bath but soon I felt biting at my neck and ear. It was so sweet and hot. I felt like a fly in a spider’s web.
I immediately thought of some typical cliché behavior in such situations. I’d never let anybody even my husband caress my ears. This time I forgot all about complexes and rules. I gave up to his tenderness and doting behavior. Absolute trust. Absolute faith.
His voice made me tremble just like that time in the club. I wasn’t hesitating. There was no time for it. We got out of the bath. We were admiring each other’s body in dim light we weren’t shy anymore. I wiped his body with a towel studying every single scar on his body and another tattoo I found on his left shoulder-blade.
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