Free My Anal Cowboy by Tasha Temple

My Anal Cowboy
    “Ted, stop!” Lily complained.
    “Oh come on, Lily,” Ted urged, humping her from behind.   We’ve been married for six years.   You gotta let me fuck you in the ass sometime.”
    “Ugh.   Why do you talk that way?   You know I don’t like it when you use language like that,” she said with horror.  
    Lily pulled away from her husband and rolled over, drawing the sheets closely around her.   A warm breeze blew softly through the open second story window.   She watched the white lace curtains fluttering in the shadows cast by the pale moon.  
    She had been swept off her feet by Ted when she was just out of college.   He was older than she, sophisticated, charming and from a wealthy family.   They had moved to a ranch where Ted commuted to his firm from time to time and Lily rode horses and coordinated the renovation of their old farmhouse.   He treated her well and she loved her life with him.   Except for sex.   Generally it was fine.   But even though he had money and went to a fancy school he used crass words like “fuck” and he often wanted to have anal sex with her.   Yuck.   He usually didn’t push too often for anything out of the ordinary but he’d mentioned having this type of sex several times in the last month alone.   The thought of him – of anything untoward – in there made her very uncomfortable.
    She’d let him try once.   He’d gotten partially in and it felt horrible, like she was having a bowel movement right then and there in bed.   It was repulsive and painful and she’d yelled at him to stop.   Ted had waited months before asking her again and every time he did she turned him down.   Why he still persisted she would never understand.
    “Lily,” he said rubbing up against her through the sheets.   “Come on.   Just try it one more time.”
    Exasperated she turned back over, reached down and tugged up the blankets, gathering all the bedsheets in a bundle and clutching them to her chest.  
    “Stop it, Ted!   Just stop asking me.   This isn’t a normal part of sex.   People don’t do this – they are meant to.   It’s just … just disgusting, that’s what it is!   Ugh.”   She gave a harummph and rolled over again.
    Ted studied her outline from behind.   He could see the curve of her ass under the covers, just inviting him in.   It was enough to drive him wild.   Lily was beautiful, curly blond hair that fell to her shoulders, green eyes, just plump enough in all the right places and sweet.   A perfect companion except for her lack of imagination when it came to sex.  
    “Ok, Lily darling.   You win,” he said reaching over and lifting her hair away from her neck.   He leaned over and kissed her shoulder.  
    She shrugged him off and scooted farther away.
    “You know I’m leaving tomorrow and won’t be back for a whole week,” Ted reminded her.
    “I know,” she said, pushing her head deeper into the pillows.
    “We can do other things tonight,” he said lamely.   “Just regular sex.   I promise, dear.”
    “Good night, Ted.   I’m tired.   I just want to go to sleep.”
    Ted sighed and rolled to his back, staring up at the ceiling.   He knew what that meant.   When he pushed Lily too far, she simply shut down and no amount of seducing or cajoling could turn her back on.   Oh well.   He had no intention of cheating on her.   He loved her and she really was a wonderful wife.   Now if only he could fall asleep with the huge erection he had.   He shifted awkwardly, trying to find a decent position.   He glanced over at the shape of her round buttocks under the blankets again.   He sighed.   He was just torturing himself.   Maybe one day he’d figure out something and she’d be more receptive.
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    Lily waved at Ted through the open, airy window in the country kitchen as he drove away in his Lexus the next morning.   Ted had tried to get her to have sex again before he left but she just