u/Double_Champion1506

Hey everyone,
Throwaway for obvious reasons. My wife (30s) and I have a great sex life overall, but there’s one big frustration: she has strong fantasies about anal sex and really wants to try it, but her ass is so tight that I literally cannot penetrate her at all, even with the tip.
We’ve been working on this for a while. We’ve done tons of foreplay, lots of lube (the good thick stuff), gradual fingering starting with one finger and working up, plugs and toys of increasing sizes, relaxing in the shower, different positions, going super slow, etc. She gets really turned on by the idea and the teasing, but when it comes to actual penetration it just doesn’t work. It feels like hitting a wall and she tenses up from the discomfort even when she’s otherwise relaxed and aroused.
Has anyone else dealt with this? Did you eventually make it work? Any tips, techniques, products, or mindset shifts that actually helped with extreme tightness? We’re both getting pretty frustrated because she wants it so badly but her body isn’t cooperating.
Appreciate any helpful advice — no judgment, just looking for real solutions. Thanks!

Last night was one of those nights that still has me rock hard just thinking about it.
My wife (31) and I (35) were already in bed, lights low, both scrolling on our phones after a long day. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts and nothing else, lying on her stomach next to me. I had my hand lazily stroking her ass when her phone buzzed. Then again. And again.
She opened Reddit and let out a little surprised laugh. “Babe… this guy just sent me a dick pic in my DMs.” She turned the screen toward me. It was a thick, hard cock, clearly taken in a bathroom mirror, with the caption “Been thinking about you all day after seeing your posts.”
We’ve played with this kind of thing before — light hotwife teasing, sharing pics, etc. — but it’s usually planned. This was random and spontaneous. “Show me more,” I told her.
She scrolled through his messages. He was bold as hell — telling her exactly how he’d fuck her, how he wanted to cum on her tits, how wet he hoped she was right now. She bit her lip and I could see her cheeks flush. I slid my hand between her legs from behind and — fuck — she was already soaked.
“Answer him,” I told her, pressing my now-hard cock against her thigh.
She started typing. “Mmm I’m in bed with my husband right now and I’m dripping…” She attached a quick mirror pic she took right then — just her ass and the side of her tits. The guy replied in seconds: “Holy shit your body is perfect. Tell your husband I’m jealous but also tell him to fuck you while you read this.”
That did it. I pulled her t-shirt up, spread her legs and slid into her from behind in one slow, deep stroke. She gasped and moaned into the pillow. I started fucking her nice and steady while she kept texting him.
Her: “He’s inside me right now… fucking me slow while I read your messages.”
Him: “God damn. Is he big? Tell him to go harder. I want you to cum thinking about my cock.”
I read it over her shoulder and started pounding her harder. The wet sounds of her pussy were loud in our quiet bedroom. She was gripping the phone with one hand, pushing back against me with her hips. Every time he sent a new message or another pic of his throbbing dick, she got wetter and tighter around me.
I grabbed her hair gently and pulled her head back so I could see her face while she typed. “He says he wants to watch me get fucked… he’s stroking his cock for me right now.” Her voice was shaky, breathy. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her deep. She came hard within a minute, moaning loud and clenching around my cock.
But we didn’t stop. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide and kept going. She kept sexting him the whole time — describing how I was stretching her, how full she felt, how she wished she could taste both of us. He was sending voice notes now, low and horny, telling her he was edging for her.
I was getting close. I told her to send him a pic of her face while getting fucked. She held the phone up, flushed and messy, biting her lip as I railed her. The second she hit send I lost it — I pulled out and came all over her stomach and tits in thick ropes. She rubbed it into her skin while reading his reply: “Fuck I just came so hard to that picture.”
She came one more time with my fingers while reading his messages about how he’d fuck her next time if she ever wanted.
We both collapsed, laughing and breathing heavy. She kissed me deep and said, “That was so fucking hot.”
Best spontaneous night we’ve had in a long time. Reddit stranger — if you’re out there, thanks for the assist.

Last night was one of those nights that still has me rock hard just thinking about it.
My wife (31) and I (35) were already in bed, lights low, both scrolling on our phones after a long day. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts and nothing else, lying on her stomach next to me. I had my hand lazily stroking her ass when her phone buzzed. Then again. And again.
She opened Reddit and let out a little surprised laugh. “Babe… this guy just sent me a dick pic in my DMs.” She turned the screen toward me. It was a thick, hard cock, clearly taken in a bathroom mirror, with the caption “Been thinking about you all day after seeing your posts.”
We’ve played with this kind of thing before — light hotwife teasing, sharing pics, etc. — but it’s usually planned. This was random and spontaneous. “Show me more,” I told her.
She scrolled through his messages. He was bold as hell — telling her exactly how he’d fuck her, how he wanted to cum on her tits, how wet he hoped she was right now. She bit her lip and I could see her cheeks flush. I slid my hand between her legs from behind and — fuck — she was already soaked.
“Answer him,” I told her, pressing my now-hard cock against her thigh.
She started typing. “Mmm I’m in bed with my husband right now and I’m dripping…” She attached a quick mirror pic she took right then — just her ass and the side of her tits. The guy replied in seconds: “Holy shit your body is perfect. Tell your husband I’m jealous but also tell him to fuck you while you read this.”
That did it. I pulled her t-shirt up, spread her legs and slid into her from behind in one slow, deep stroke. She gasped and moaned into the pillow. I started fucking her nice and steady while she kept texting him.
Her: “He’s inside me right now… fucking me slow while I read your messages.”
Him: “God damn. Is he big? Tell him to go harder. I want you to cum thinking about my cock.”
I read it over her shoulder and started pounding her harder. The wet sounds of her pussy were loud in our quiet bedroom. She was gripping the phone with one hand, pushing back against me with her hips. Every time he sent a new message or another pic of his throbbing dick, she got wetter and tighter around me.
I grabbed her hair gently and pulled her head back so I could see her face while she typed. “He says he wants to watch me get fucked… he’s stroking his cock for me right now.” Her voice was shaky, breathy. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her deep. She came hard within a minute, moaning loud and clenching around my cock.
But we didn’t stop. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide and kept going. She kept sexting him the whole time — describing how I was stretching her, how full she felt, how she wished she could taste both of us. He was sending voice notes now, low and horny, telling her he was edging for her.
I was getting close. I told her to send him a pic of her face while getting fucked. She held the phone up, flushed and messy, biting her lip as I railed her. The second she hit send I lost it — I pulled out and came all over her stomach and tits in thick ropes. She rubbed it into her skin while reading his reply: “Fuck I just came so hard to that picture.”
She came one more time with my fingers while reading his messages about how he’d fuck her next time if she ever wanted.
We both collapsed, laughing and breathing heavy. She kissed me deep and said, “That was so fucking hot.”
Best spontaneous night we’ve had in a long time. Reddit stranger — if you’re out there, thanks for the assist.

Last night was one of those nights that still has me rock hard just thinking about it.
My wife (31) and I (35) were already in bed, lights low, both scrolling on our phones after a long day. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts and nothing else, lying on her stomach next to me. I had my hand lazily stroking her ass when her phone buzzed. Then again. And again.
She opened Reddit and let out a little surprised laugh. “Babe… this guy just sent me a dick pic in my DMs.” She turned the screen toward me. It was a thick, hard cock, clearly taken in a bathroom mirror, with the caption “Been thinking about you all day after seeing your posts.”
We’ve played with this kind of thing before — light hotwife teasing, sharing pics, etc. — but it’s usually planned. This was random and spontaneous. “Show me more,” I told her.
She scrolled through his messages. He was bold as hell — telling her exactly how he’d fuck her, how he wanted to cum on her tits, how wet he hoped she was right now. She bit her lip and I could see her cheeks flush. I slid my hand between her legs from behind and — fuck — she was already soaked.
“Answer him,” I told her, pressing my now-hard cock against her thigh.
She started typing. “Mmm I’m in bed with my husband right now and I’m dripping…” She attached a quick mirror pic she took right then — just her ass and the side of her tits. The guy replied in seconds: “Holy shit your body is perfect. Tell your husband I’m jealous but also tell him to fuck you while you read this.”
That did it. I pulled her t-shirt up, spread her legs and slid into her from behind in one slow, deep stroke. She gasped and moaned into the pillow. I started fucking her nice and steady while she kept texting him.
Her: “He’s inside me right now… fucking me slow while I read your messages.”
Him: “God damn. Is he big? Tell him to go harder. I want you to cum thinking about my cock.”
I read it over her shoulder and started pounding her harder. The wet sounds of her pussy were loud in our quiet bedroom. She was gripping the phone with one hand, pushing back against me with her hips. Every time he sent a new message or another pic of his throbbing dick, she got wetter and tighter around me.
I grabbed her hair gently and pulled her head back so I could see her face while she typed. “He says he wants to watch me get fucked… he’s stroking his cock for me right now.” Her voice was shaky, breathy. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her deep. She came hard within a minute, moaning loud and clenching around my cock.
But we didn’t stop. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide and kept going. She kept sexting him the whole time — describing how I was stretching her, how full she felt, how she wished she could taste both of us. He was sending voice notes now, low and horny, telling her he was edging for her.
I was getting close. I told her to send him a pic of her face while getting fucked. She held the phone up, flushed and messy, biting her lip as I railed her. The second she hit send I lost it — I pulled out and came all over her stomach and tits in thick ropes. She rubbed it into her skin while reading his reply: “Fuck I just came so hard to that picture.”
She came one more time with my fingers while reading his messages about how he’d fuck her next time if she ever wanted.
We both collapsed, laughing and breathing heavy. She kissed me deep and said, “That was so fucking hot.”
Best spontaneous night we’ve had in a long time. Reddit stranger — if you’re out there, thanks for the assist.

Last night was one of those nights that still has me rock hard just thinking about it.
My wife (31) and I (35) were already in bed, lights low, both scrolling on our phones after a long day. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts and nothing else, lying on her stomach next to me. I had my hand lazily stroking her ass when her phone buzzed. Then again. And again.
She opened Reddit and let out a little surprised laugh. “Babe… this guy just sent me a dick pic in my DMs.” She turned the screen toward me. It was a thick, hard cock, clearly taken in a bathroom mirror, with the caption “Been thinking about you all day after seeing your posts.”
We’ve played with this kind of thing before — light hotwife teasing, sharing pics, etc. — but it’s usually planned. This was random and spontaneous. “Show me more,” I told her.
She scrolled through his messages. He was bold as hell — telling her exactly how he’d fuck her, how he wanted to cum on her tits, how wet he hoped she was right now. She bit her lip and I could see her cheeks flush. I slid my hand between her legs from behind and — fuck — she was already soaked.
“Answer him,” I told her, pressing my now-hard cock against her thigh.
She started typing. “Mmm I’m in bed with my husband right now and I’m dripping…” She attached a quick mirror pic she took right then — just her ass and the side of her tits. The guy replied in seconds: “Holy shit your body is perfect. Tell your husband I’m jealous but also tell him to fuck you while you read this.”
That did it. I pulled her t-shirt up, spread her legs and slid into her from behind in one slow, deep stroke. She gasped and moaned into the pillow. I started fucking her nice and steady while she kept texting him.
Her: “He’s inside me right now… fucking me slow while I read your messages.”
Him: “God damn. Is he big? Tell him to go harder. I want you to cum thinking about my cock.”
I read it over her shoulder and started pounding her harder. The wet sounds of her pussy were loud in our quiet bedroom. She was gripping the phone with one hand, pushing back against me with her hips. Every time he sent a new message or another pic of his throbbing dick, she got wetter and tighter around me.
I grabbed her hair gently and pulled her head back so I could see her face while she typed. “He says he wants to watch me get fucked… he’s stroking his cock for me right now.” Her voice was shaky, breathy. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her deep. She came hard within a minute, moaning loud and clenching around my cock.
But we didn’t stop. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide and kept going. She kept sexting him the whole time — describing how I was stretching her, how full she felt, how she wished she could taste both of us. He was sending voice notes now, low and horny, telling her he was edging for her.
I was getting close. I told her to send him a pic of her face while getting fucked. She held the phone up, flushed and messy, biting her lip as I railed her. The second she hit send I lost it — I pulled out and came all over her stomach and tits in thick ropes. She rubbed it into her skin while reading his reply: “Fuck I just came so hard to that picture.”
She came one more time with my fingers while reading his messages about how he’d fuck her next time if she ever wanted.
We both collapsed, laughing and breathing heavy. She kissed me deep and said, “That was so fucking hot.”
Best spontaneous night we’ve had in a long time. Reddit stranger — if you’re out there, thanks for the assist.

My wife and I have been together for over a decade. The sex has always been good — really good, actually — but after years of the same routines, we both admitted we wanted to feel that electric spark again. One night after a bottle of wine, we decided to get a little risky: we’d start flirting with other people. Nothing physical at first, just seeing how it felt to be desired by strangers and then coming home to each other, turned on and possessive.
The first time we tried it was at a crowded rooftop bar downtown. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. I watched from across the room as a tall guy in a fitted shirt started chatting her up. The way she laughed at his jokes, touched his arm lightly, and leaned in so he could smell her perfume… fuck, it hit me harder than I expected. My cock was half-hard the entire time. When she finally came back to me, her eyes were sparkling with mischief. We barely made it to the car before she was kissing me hungrily, whispering how wet she’d gotten teasing him.
That became our new game. Bars, clubs, hotel lounges. Sometimes I’d watch her get hit on. Sometimes she’d watch me flirt with women who clearly wanted more. We’d text each other dirty updates from across the room. The tension was insane.
Then we added sexting.
We created some rules and started chatting with people online. At first it was light and playful, but it quickly turned filthy. I’d be at work getting pictures from my wife describing what the guy she was texting wanted to do to her. She’d get updates from me while she was at the gym — detailed fantasies about bending some hot stranger over in the locker room. We’d read the chats out loud to each other at night and fuck like animals. Her favorite was when I’d describe watching her get fucked by someone else while I stroked myself. Mine was hearing her confess how turned on she got imagining two sets of hands on her body at once.
That’s when the new fantasy really took hold.
One night after an especially intense session, she was lying on my chest, still catching her breath, and whispered, “What if we didn’t just talk about it… what if we actually brought someone home?” The idea of watching another man (or woman) touch her, taste her, fuck her while I joined in had us both instantly turned on again. We talked about it for hours — the boundaries, the jealousy, the excitement. We haven’t pulled the trigger yet. We keep circling closer though. We’ve even started discussing specific scenarios: a hot couple we met at a bar, a confident guy who’s been sexting her for weeks, or maybe a sexy woman who’d be into both of us.
I don’t know if we’ll actually go through with a full threesome. Part of me loves the fantasy exactly where it is — this delicious, filthy tension we’ve created. But the way she moans when we talk about it… the way my cock throbs when she describes wanting to be in the middle of us… I think it’s only a matter of time.
We’re still exploring. Still flirting. Still sexting like teenagers. And every time we come back to each other afterwards, the sex is better than it’s ever been. This whole journey has reminded us how much we crave each other — even when we’re pretending we might give a little piece away.
Would love to hear if anyone else has gone down this path and how it played out. Because right now, this slow-burn fantasy is one of the hottest things we’ve ever done.