Anal Slut For My Husband Phone Sex. I had always been a shy, conservative type of woman. That’s why when I met Heath, I was immediately drawn to his outgoing and adventurous personality. He was the complete opposite of me, and I found that so attractive. We started dating, and it wasn’t long before we were married.

At first, our sex life was pretty normal. Heath was a generous lover, always making sure I was satisfied before he took his own pleasure. But as time went on, I noticed a change in him. He became more demanding, more insistent that I fulfill his desires, no matter how unconventional they were.

One night, he turned to me and said, “Devon, I want you to be my anal slut.”

I was shocked. I had never even considered anal sex before, let alone being someone’s “anal slut.” But Heath was persistent. He said it was something he had always wanted to try, and that he knew I could handle it.

“Please, Devon,” he begged. “I know it’s not something you’ve ever thought about before, but I promise you, it will feel good. Just try it for me.”

I hesitated, but I couldn’t deny the look of longing in Heath’s eyes. So I agreed, on one condition: he had to take it slow.

Heath nodded, and we started to prepare for our first anal encounter. He licked and fingered my ass, making sure I was nice and relaxed. I was nervous, but I trusted Heath. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

When he finally entered me, I gasped. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was both pleasurable and a bit painful, but as Heath continued to thrust, I found myself getting more and more into it.

“Yes, Heath,” I moaned. “Just like that. Fuck my ass harder.”

Heath pounded into me, our bodies slapping together as he creampied my tight ass!

“Oh, Devon,” Heath groaned as he came. “You’re such a good little anal slut.”

“You going to do that whenever I want it, you know that right.” 

“You’re mine, Devon,” He said. “My little anal slut.”