The unspeakable

About a month ago, I told my husband that there was something new I wanted to try. He was puzzled when I had a hard time getting it out of my mouth.

I finally got it out. "One day, when you are really, really, extra clean ..." Long pause. "I want to lick ... your ... asshole."

I explained that I thought he might like it. There are a lot of nerves there. It was worth trying at least once, anyway.

Then it was his turn to have trouble talking. He wasn't sure he wanted me to lick ... there. He told me he'd have to think about it for a while.

Usually, Chad is very open minded. But I mean, come on, asshole licking? That's probably a bit out there for a lot of people. On the other hand, there's also a lot of people that enjoy it.

I knew it wasn't something I wanted to surprise him with. I imagine that would be a catalyst for an impressive across-the-room dash. And the first place metal goes to ...

But there have been times when I'm giving him a blowjob that I've thought about it. I mean, why should there be this invisible, unspoken line where I have to stop licking? I don't like limits. I tend to push against them.

Maybe I get this from my mom. When we were children the rule about trying new things, usually new foods, was: You have to try it at least once. If you try it and you still don't like it, fine. But you have to try it.

So, recap: I don't like limits. I think we should be open minded and try new things - at least once. When it came right down to it, I thought he might like it.

Just recently, it came up again. We were naked and well on our way to Happyville when he approached the subject.

"Do you remember that thing ... you wanted to try?"

Oh, I remembered. Instant head bobbing.

"The thing ... your fetish?"

It's not exactly a fetish, but I knew what he meant. More bobblehead doll action.

"Do you want to try it now?"

I did. So for the first time, I licked him everywhere. I buried my face in his crotch and licked from his asshole to his balls.

And I know he liked it. Probably not enough that the next time we go to bed he'll be thinking, "I can't wait until she licks my asshole!" But as a part of the whole package deal I know it feels good.

I knew before he told me that he liked it. I knew because at first contact, he moaned. And he's not an easy moaner. I knew because I had my hand wrapped around his cock and at that point he wasn't completely hard yet. Every time I licked from his asshole to his balls his cock reacted, just a little.

I liked it too. Not because I have a thing for assholes but because giving him pleasure gives me pleasure. I liked the feeling of no limits - my face, his skin, everything was deliciously wet and slippery. I liked rubbing my face and tongue over every surface of him. I liked giving him a new pleasure, no matter how small.

It almost goes without saying that in that moment I wasn't thinking of his asshole's pretty much one-and-only function in life. It's the same for his cock - I don't think of it as the place he pees from when I'm licking every inch of it.

So now, all there is left is to call my mother.

"Hey mom, remember that rule about trying something new at least once? Well, are you ever going to be proud of me."

Just teasing. I think I'll write her an email instead.