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by Rimmer » Wed Nov 01, 2023 2:17 am
We once went away for a long weekend, the room we booked was an 'Access' room. It was on the ground floor and was for disabled access. To be fair, we didn't book this on purpose, it was just the only room left. The room was large and had wide doors. The bathroom was also very large and was a full wet room with tiled floor and walls. Around the room were stainless steel rails. Also around the shower and the toilet and a couple of parallel rails in the middle of the room. The whole thing looked very clinical, with hoists an paraphernalia; like the shower block of an old sanitorium! Usually when we have sex we just use a bit of spit, no lube, but I had a small bottle of silicone lube with me. I told my wife to go check out the bathroom. She went in and saw how institutional it looked and I just said, "strip". She took her clothes off. The floor was still a little damp from being hosed down during the turnaround. Just that bit damp under our bare feet. I told her to bend over one of the stainless steel rails in the middle of the room. With just the smallest amount of spit I slowly penetrated her, just a little slow painal. That itchy, skin on skin friction of initial penetration. Then, balls deep she started to self lube, gripping the cold steel with her hands and groaning deeply as I passed into her colon. I pulled out, reached for the silicone lube and re entered her. With silicone lube anal can last for ages. I slowly sped up until I was pounding her. She would reposition now and then. Adjusting her feet to keep her balance, trying to grip the tiled floor with her toes. Sometimes her head hung low and other times lifting it up to brace herself, groaning with pleasure and effort. I pretended to cum and made my cock pulsate by doing Kegels. I paused a moment and then pulled out. I admired her hole as I applied a little more lube, and then began to feed my cock back into her, "I thought you'd cum," she said. "no, nowhere near," I replied. She braced herself for the pounding that was to come. Eventually I did cum, but I had to chase my orgasm, always a little ahead, like a sneeze that isn't quite there but makes you screw your face up anyway. Exhausted, I blew my load in her destroyed and gaping ass hole, her muscle turned to tender jelly. I pulled out, my cock still weighty with engorged blood, flopped heavily out of her ass. I stepped back and gave my cock a quick wipe with a towel, watching her, bent over spread eagle, draining onto the damp floor. "Clean your self up," I said and left the room.
Some time later she came out. She said it had felt like she was being raped by a prison guard in the shower block. I said I know, as soon as I saw the room, I pictured Sarah Connor in the psychiatric hospital being abused by the warden. She said, "Yes, that's it." We had a long weekend of anal, even if we woke in the night we would have more sex. She doesn't usually wear panties, but due to her destroyed ass hole, she had to. I instructed her to carry spares in her pocket along with a sandwich bag for the soiled ones, in case she had a little accident while we were out sight seeing. She said she felt safe with spares and if she did need them, she would disappear and then come back to whisper in my ear, "I have been a good girl and changed my panties," and we'd have a little kiss. When our long weekend was over, we drove home and she told me she had had a wonderful time. Her pussy was not used at all on that trip, not for anything, I seem to remember thinking to myself, I haven't even seen it! It was totally an anal celebration. It took just a couple of days for her ass to regain its normal function.
