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matter how slow you go. Sometimes messy. And truth be told, an ass just doesn't feel as a good as a hot, wet cunt."
    He added more lube and worked his thumb into her ass, making Julie grimace and let out soft hisses as she adjusted to the thicker digit.
    "So why do it?" He paused in his monologue to add yet a little more lube into the mix as he now began to work two fingers into her. "Well, isn't it obvious? Just look at her. Lovely. Holding herself open for me. Exposed. Vulnerable. It doesn't really matter if it is out of fear or lust or greed or whatever. What makes anal special is submission."
    He was now gently, but insistently, finger fucking her ass, both fingers going in past the second knuckle. Julie was now mewling softly at each thrust, lines of tension radiating from her eyes, her mouth tightened, baring her teeth, but still she submitted, holding herself open for him.
    "It's time," he said finally to Julie. "Get the camera," he ordered me.
    Again, I passively followed orders, positioning myself behind the couch to catch the best angle.
    Roger had stripped off his robe. His cock was again rock hard. He quickly coated it with a layer of lube and then approached my wife. He pressed the head of his cock against her puckered anus and applied firm pressure until her sphincter relented and the tip of his member entered her.
    Julie gasped loudly, her eyes now tearing up slightly.
    "Shhh, baby, it's alright," he whispered comfortingly. "Just breathe and relax."
    He began fucking her ass in earnest now, thrusting his cock in and out a fraction of an inch at a time until she adjusted to the intrusion before going in deeper. It was slow going, but he patiently continued to push the envelope, managing her discomfort while relentlessly going deeper, harder, faster. When he was a couple of inches in, he grabbed her ankles.
    "I have your legs now. Rub your clit for me."
    Julie seemed skeptical, but she did as ordered, gently playing with herself as he continued to work his cock into her bottom. They were moving in harmony now. The harder he fucked her ass, the more vigorously she played with herself. He thrust in deeper, getting more than half his dick into her. She squealed in pain even as she shoved two fingers into her own cunt. He plunged in deeper still, and suddenly he was buried, balls deep, in her ass. She let out a series of shrill yelps, even as she wildly continued to finger fuck her own pussy. And then, amazingly, her pained cries turned into a passionate, throaty growl and her whole body began to convulse in a wild orgasm.
    Faced with this wild spasming creature, Roger seemed to lose his composure. He began hammering her ass roughly, sloppily. She whimpered pitifully under his pounding, but mercifully, he was almost done. With a loud gasp, he jerked his cock from her ass and fired several thick ropes of cum across her belly and breasts.
    Without missing a beat, he rounded on me. "Clean her up," he commanded.
    I looked at him puzzled, then reached for a box of tissues. He slapped it out of my hands.
    "No, use your tongue," he said, fixing me with an intense stare.
    "I don't want to," I muttered.
    "Do it!"
    As if under a compulsion I took a step toward Julie. And then suddenly, I got mad.
    "No, damn it, Roger. I said no!"
    I braced myself for the coming assault, some vicious mixture of physical intimidation and verbal abuse. But it never came.
    Instead, Roger let out a loud, rolling belly laugh. I looked up to see him nearly doubled over with mirth. I looked over at Julie and she had her arms raised in triumph.
    "Finally," she groaned.
    Roger got himself back under control. "Well, it seems like you do have a spine somewhere in there."
    She laughed. “It’s a Christmas miracle!”
    I looked at him and then her perplexed. "What?"
    "I can't believe you let me fuck your wife in the ass. How could you let it go that far?"
    I must have still had a clueless look on my face because he continued his explanation: "On the dance