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Ok Hotties. How do you get ready for anal? I personally can’t go there if it’s not as clean as possible. Like do you not eat the day before and flush? Like a few times? Then put any lube in? Do you enjoy anal? Or is it rare?

I saw an interview with a pornstar where they said they'll fast from lunchtime if it's a morning shoot the day after, then flush a few times with an anal douche day of, and use lube, working up with plugs.

Personally, I've had female partners use douches and plugs which has worked fine.

Ultimately, you're playing with a certain area. Play with fire often enough, eventually you'll get burned.

I get that. I just can’t do poop. I would never go there if she has not cleaned. Thanks!

Farngirl is an anal advocate !
She doesn't do anything special as she knows her body's schedule. She does often use an anal lube applicator, a sorta syringe shaped like an anal toy, to apply lube up her rectum, when she hopes that's on his menu. Other times she will use her own natural lube and relax enough to take it her favorite way.

Ann eats only salad for dinner the night before and the day of our swinger parties. I use an anal douche on her in the afternoon and after that has worked and she has washed I lube her and put one of her jewelled butt plugs in her to stretch her for the party. She wears the plug to the party and takes it out when she is ready for anal.
Ann lives anal and her live-in boyfriend James and I fuck her arse a few times a week. Most Saturday nights at our swinger party one of the other husbands also fucks her arse. Ann loves wearing plugs when we go out and playing with anal beads at home.

Mustang1 wrote: ↑

Sat Mar 15, 2025 2:07 pm

I get that. I just can’t do poop. I would never go there if she has not cleaned. Thanks!

Hi Mustang1,

I agree that I could never go there. Fecal matter and sex do not mix. It would be an instant boner killer for me.

My wife had anal sex experience before I met her. After a few days into our booty calling phase, she offered anal sex to me. I thanked her for the offer and politely declined. She was incredulous. She assured me that most dudes wanted anal sex, although not everyone who wanted anal sex from her got it.

She explained anal sex to me. According to what she told me and my memory, dudes liked anal sex because her ass was tighter than her pussy. I didn't but that. Dudes BS'ed their way inside of her ass.

She explained the anal sex process to me. She had to be in an anal sex mood. Dudes had to dilate her ass using their fingers and copious amounts of silicone lubricant. After they sufficiently dilated her ass, she smothered their cocks with silicone lubricant before penetration.

Penetration began slowly and carefully. According to her, it was not always pleasurable. After she was relaxed enough to permit balls deep penetration, dudes fucked her ass until them came. She made them shower and scrub their cocks before she would have any kind of sex with them after anal sex. The absolute boner killer was when she told me that after dudes had anal sex with her, she'd often have to poop.

No one ever ever tried going ass-to-mouth with her. She would have never allowed it. Knowing her like I know her, any dude who tried going ass-to-mouth with her would have been the last sex he had sex with her.

Anal sex orgasms are amateurs' myths. There are no sexual nerves inside of an anus. My wife told me that when she rubbed out orgasms while dudes were fucking her ass, orgasms could feel more intensive. She reasoned her way through it and came to the conclusion that a dick inside of her ass caused internal pressure against her clitoral nerve endings that resulted in more intensive orgasms when she rubbed them out of her clit.

Anal sex was often pleasurable for her, but she submitted to it mostly because her boyfriends wanted it.

I've watched two dudes have anal sex with my wife. Anal sex is a process. It's not like fucking or getting a blowjob. It's messy due to silicone lubricant required for a cock to penetrate her ass.

Our friend, Brad has the biggest cock she's ever had. The first time she let him try anal sex with her ended almost as soon as it began. The second time, she was shitfaced drunk. She submitted to his anal sex request although it was as much her drunken idea as it was his.

He dilated her ass. She smothered his cock with lubricant. She grimaced as he began penetration. He slowly and carefully managed to get his 8 1/2 cock balls deep inside of her ass. The expression on her face indicated discomfort. After he came, she stood up and told him face-to-face that it was painful and to never again ask her for anal sex. His big, thick cock was too much for her ass.

Years ago, my wife made an off-hand comment to the effect of small cocks were only good for giving blowjobs and anal sex. After watching her submit to anal sex, I knew exactly what she meant.

My wife never had much interest in anal before. She’d had partners who licked her there, but she never wanted more than that—and it was a definite “no” for us. We never made a big deal about it, never debated it. It just wasn’t on her radar.

Then she met her second bull. According to her, they’d been fooling around, building up the tension with lots of teasing, kissing—things were hot enough that she was practically desperate for whatever he wanted to give her. She said they started in doggy style: his thrusts slow, deep, letting her feel every inch. Somewhere in the middle of it, he reached for a bottle of silicone lube. She remembers feeling a flash of surprise when he coated his fingers and started circling her ass, because that was always the one spot she’d been totally off-limits about.

She told me that, for a second, she froze. This was the place no one had ever been. But at the same time, she felt that familiar flood of arousal, that raw, instinctive pull that made her want to submit. She said she was so turned on she couldn’t bring herself to stop him, and that her body was actually pushing back against his hand while he was still inside her vaginally. In her head, she was thinking, “Am I really letting him do this?” But her body was already answering yes. She described that moment as a switch flipping—she realized she was rocking backward onto his fingers, and that was when she knew she’d let him have her ass.

She said she felt her muscles relax in a way she didn’t expect—like they were giving in to something deeper. She told me she didn’t say a word; she said she consented by just tilting her hips a little more, angling herself so he’d know she was open to it. After that, he kept one hand on her waist and the other slowly stretched her out, adding more lube as he went. She kept talking about this overload of sensations: the fullness of him in front, his fingers exploring behind, the firm grip on her hip. She said she “melted” under it all, that it was so intense she could hardly think.

Then she told me he pulled out altogether—fingers and cock—and she had this moment of emptiness that left her breathing hard, almost disappointed. Then she felt him press the head of his cock against her ring. She admitted she tensed one more time, thinking it might hurt, but she was so turned on that she let herself relax. She realized it was “more natural than I would’ve believed,” and the slow, steady intrusion turned from pressure to pleasure. Once he was fully inside, she lost herself in that overwhelming mix of shock, arousal, and surrender.

She told me she never expected to enjoy anal, but in that moment it all made sense. She understood the thrill. She wasn’t sure if she orgasmed purely from that, but she definitely reached a new plateau of sensation. He gripped her waist, groaning her name, and just when she thought she might spiral over the edge, he pulled out with a sudden gasp. She felt a a warm splash of him ejaculating onto her back. Then she said she realized she had given him the one thing she’d never offered anyone else. It felt like both a rush of empowerment and the release of all her defenses, the final moment that locked in how different this encounter was from anything she’d ever known.

From then on, she associated anal only with him. She still sees another bull regularly, but anal is off the table there—and it’s definitely not something she wants with me. She doesn’t do elaborate prep or fasting, and she says she loves the spontaneity of it: “When it happens, it happens. And I want it.”

Now, she tells me she has anal with him roughly every four to eight weeks. It’s been three years since that first night, and it’s become a fixture of their dynamic. And every time she comes home moving a bit more slowly, with that lazy, sated smile, I know what’s gone on.

That duality tears me up sometimes. There’s a raw arousal that hits me at the thought of her giving that part of herself to someone else, but also a pang, a deep ache, knowing that spot is forever closed to me. Before all this, anal never crossed my mind much—now I can’t stop thinking about it. Balancing those emotions is like riding a roller coaster: some nights I can handle it, maybe even get off on the idea; other times, it cuts deep, reminding me that once she discovered this side of herself, there was no going back.

Case in point: this New Year’s Eve, I tried to set up a sensual, romantic night. Candles, oils, a slow massage—everything to make her feel relaxed and open. I worked my way down her back, tentatively playing with her ass for the first time as her husband. She let me use my fingers there, and I was shocked by how natural it felt to explore. She even let me try a small butt plug, but she frowned and swapped it out for a bigger one from the set I’d bought, sliding it in with ease. I was thrilled, thinking I might finally get to experience anal with her. But as soon as I tried transitioning from the plug to actual penetration, she gently guided me back to her vagina instead. She told me how much she loves the sensation, how it reminds her of times with her bull, but it remained off-limits for me. The whole time we had sex, I could feel the base of that plug pressed against me, and hear her mention how anal play is something special for her and her bull.

It was a gut-twisting mix of erotic excitement and bitter disappointment. Even though we had great sex, that reminder that it’s not my place—never will be—stung. And every time I see her bend over, or we spoon naked, or even just think about that night, I’m right back in that mindset: aroused, jealous, and oddly compelled by the fact that this door is open for her, but never for me. And there’s no changing that.

What makes it even more jarring are the daily triggers. When she’s in those snug Lululemon pants, outlining her tight Asian ass so perfectly, I can’t help but imagine him taking her there. Even worse is when we’re out in public, and I catch other men sneaking glances at her backside when she bends over. They’re just admiring her shape, but I know someone else is enjoying it in ways I can’t. Sometimes at night, when we spoon naked and my cock nestles between her cheeks, it’s a flash of both lust and frustration—this spot will never be mine. Then there are moments during our own doggy-style, and I catch a glimpse of that little ring—my mind can’t stop picturing him firmly lodged there, hearing her moans that I’ll never fully claim.

Every one of those images hits me like a wave: part of me is incredibly turned on by the taboo, the fact that she’s exploring this side of herself. But another part—maybe the bigger part—aches with jealousy and a sense of loss. I realize we have fantastic sex, but there’s something sacred she saves for him alone. Balancing these emotions is a constant tug-of-war. Sometimes, I can let it fuel our own intimacy, get off on the thought of her being so sexually liberated. Other times, it gnaws at me, reminding me that once she discovered what anal felt like with him, there was no going back. It’s now part of who she is—their thing—and I have to live with that, even when it tears me up inside.