Rear Door

by
Miss Irene Clearmont.
Copyright 2011




‘You might just get what you asked for…’


Rear Door.
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‘I have to find a way to persuade her.’ He thought to himself as he turned to sleep. ‘But how?’ As John slipped into a state of drowsy, lazy thought. For months he had been trying to persuade his wife, Jen to indulge his interest in anal sex, finally he had managed to steer the conversation to the subject.

“I am not against the idea per se.” she said as they lay in the darkness. “But you know how fastidious I am about all that type of thing.”

“Yes but I would of course use a condom. I’m sure it would be great for you too.”

“That’s not the problem, I really just shudder at the whole idea of something so…” she paused a moment before being able to formulate her thoughts. “…intrusive.”

He pondered her reply for a moment before responding by laying a loving hand on her thigh. Her hand covered his and played with his wedding ring for a moment.

“Maybe?” he needed an answer but had to wait for a tense moment before it came.

“Maybe what?

“There is something that you wish for in bed but find it difficult to ask for?”

“Ahh, a trade?”

“We agreed a few months ago to be more open about sex, well I am trying to follow our agreement.”

“Let me think about it for a day tomorrow night we’ll discuss it again, I might be able to come up with something. But I may not!”

And that was that! He turned to sleep wondering what his wife might want in return. He could not imagine that she had any secret wants that needed satisfying. He was of course the perfect loving husband. After all he had even consented once to give her oral sex, what more could she ask?

*****

At work the next day he pondered his dilemma.

Was there anything that he would not do for her in return for anal sex? No, he would even go down ‘there’ again and again to try fucking her tight ass, that hole that lured him with its taut promise. It would be so delicious, her stretched face down whilst he pushed ruthlessly into the depths. He would excite her with his hands and give her an explosive orgasm whilst he pushed deep into her firm body for the first of many, many times.

His daydream absorbed him so that he did not notice Carl, his boss, standing over his desk. Carl’s voice broke into his reverie and woke him with a start.

“How are your sales figures looking for April?”

“Uh, not so good. I still have a week ‘till the end of the month but it’s not looking good.”

“Well, I have been adding up the sales of all three of you and I must really say, John, that I am very disappointed in your sales. OK, five cars sold but all of them shopping cars.”

“Well there is a little hope, I have the guy who wanted a company limousine almost signed and two people returning in a couple of days, they looked good.”

“Well I hope so, I really like you John but recently you are falling behind Jim and Eric in sales terms. If you don’t manage to stop the downward trend then I may have to cut your salary and your bonus is already pretty dismal.”

John felt a claw at his belly. A drop in pay would make Jen even more distant and the holiday in Spain would go down the tubes.