The shower water was hot, and so was her husband's cock. She could feel the rigid fuck-pole throbbing against her ass-cheeks and her tender asshole. The heat seeped up her shit-tube and warmed her guts, and another shiver raced up her spine.

"You've got such a wonderful ass," he told her. "I can't wait to fuck it."

"Please do," she said in a shaky voice. "Hurry."

But he was in no hurry. While his cock-head pulsated at her back door, he used both hands to massage her plump ass-cheeks. He pinched the round mounds of flesh wickedly, so that she squealed like a mouse in a trap. He kneaded her ass-cheeks as if they were huge doughballs ready for the oven. He made her ass jiggle and shake, and turn a lovely shade of pink. And all the while, Janice kept her legs spread wide and her hands up against the wall.

Just when she thought he would never stick his cock up her ass, that he would simply go on playing with her ass-cheeks forever, Dan seized her hips in both hands and thrust his cock forward. His mighty cock-shaft parted her ass-cheeks and made her ass-crack widen, while his rubbery bulb penetrated her shit-bung and slipped up into her asshole. She stiffened at once.

Dan grunted. Then he shivered, and the resulting vibrations reached right up into her asshole.

Janice licked her lips and pushed her ass back into her husband's cock.

She wanted more of his fuck-pole. She wanted that fucker deep, deep enough to burn her buttery guts. To be ass-fucked any other way, she felt, would be a waste of time.

Dan understood what his wife wanted, and he couldn't wait to give it to her. He thrust his prick into her ass again from behind, and this time more than half of his twelve inches slipped up into her shitter. She cried out, trembled, then looked back over her shoulder and asked for still more.