Anal Sex with Wife Priya—Anal Cumshot Finish

So, we finally did it—anal sex with wife, something we’d been dancing around for months, and honestly, it turned into one of those raw, sweaty afternoons I keep replaying in my head. Priya had that nervous little smile, biting her lip while she handed me the lube, and I remember telling her we’d go at her pace, no rush, just us figuring it out together. The first touch was tentative, her breath hitching as I worked her open with slick fingers, and I could feel her tension melt into a slow, trusting surrender that made my own heart pound harder. We started spooning, her back against my chest, and I slid in inch by inch—she let out this low, shaky moan that was half pain, half curiosity, and I froze, whispering that we could stop, but she just pushed back, taking me deeper, and that single move said everything. The rhythm built from there, a lazy, grinding pace that turned urgent, my hands gripping her hips as her ass slapped against me, skin-on-skin sounds filling the quiet room, and the way she arched her spine told me she was lost in it too. I reached around to stroke her wetness, her thighs trembling, and when she started whimpering my name, I knew I was close, so I pulled out just enough to pump against her, finishing right on her lower back, watching the hot streaks pool in the dip of her spine as she shuddered beneath me. We collapsed in a tangled heap, panting and laughing at how ridiculous and amazing it felt, and Priya rolled over with this flushed, satisfied grin that made me realize we’d unlocked something we’d definitely be revisiting soon.