Backdoor lover

“Debbie, I wish you had kissed me like that years ago,” he said. He seemed a bit embarrassed.
“Why, David, did you have a crush on me?” He nodded. That’s when a wave of desire and affection, spurred by my husband’s shameful drunkenness overwhelmed me. I put my arms around his neck, pressed my body tightly to his, and rubbed my mound against his crotch. Again I kissed him, this time slipping my tongue between his easily parted lips and whipping it around inside his mouth. I felt movement in his crotch and pressed even harder against him.

“Let me look at that camper of yours,” I said. Even in the summers, nights in the Georgia mountain’s are cool, but I was so hot, I’m surprised steam wasn’t rising from my body as we walked outside. The full moon was bright and the only sounds were the whisper of the wind in the trees and the rush of water in the nearby stream. We got to the truck and I decided just to lay my cards on the table.
“David, how would you feel about fucking me in the ass?” He was speechless, but he didn’t say no. I told him that I’d often fantasised about anal sex. As an emergency room nurse, I’d seen many people come in for treatment to have all sorts of objects removed from their rear passages. Several told me that it felt great to be fucked there and I wanted to find out for myself if it really was good.
When I sat on the truck’s gate and fumbled with his zipper he didn’t stop me. When his manhood popped out and waved in the moonlight, I gasped. It was the longest and thickest erection I’d ever seen in real life (I’ve since measured it at 10,” long by 6+” around.)