Deep Clean (NSFW)

A pile of blue and white soap bubbles

Our little misadventure, with hilariously painful results.

I woke up on Sunday morning with a strong appreciation for my husband. My husband and best friend of fourteen years, bless him, is rather pleasing in all ways. All ways.

And now, I wanted to please him.

Initially I didn’t think he’d be in the mood, but as I leaned down to kiss him, he leaned up from the bed and pulled me in.

Jackpot.

One thing led to another and before too long, I found myself with my face buried in the pillow. It’s not every day that doggy happens, but just occasionally, it makes for a nice (and dirty) change.

I’ll admit, doggy hits the spot, mentally, in ways that missionary just never can. It feels subservient, objectifying, purposeful. My purpose is to please him and to receive him, it is not, my mind assures me, to be pleased myself. Even in spite of that, my submission to his need is my reward.

“One day…” he growled as he ran a thumb over my tight ass, I bit my lip in response. Anal was something that I knew he had long wanted to explore, but I’d just never quite been able to relax enough. A little bit of occasional anal play though, is something that I don’t usually mind.

“Please…” I whispered, “I want to try some butt things again.”

“Are you sure?”. I nodded.

I felt his weight shift from behind me as he leaned across the bed to reach for the lube. I waited patiently for him and I felt him slather the first few drops on. Cold, and then… warm?

Okay.

As he pushed against my opening, I became aware of a burning pain. It hadn’t burned when he’d pushed against me sans lubricant moments before, so I was initially confused. Undeterred, he applied more lube.

Again cold, then warm. Unbearably warm.

“What the fuck is that you’re using? My ass feels like it’s on fire” I whimpered, all traces of my submission now replaced by considerable pain. I knew that I’d never bought a warming lube because I can be sensitive to the chemicals in that sort of stuff, so it’s plain or bust for me.

“It’s lube!” he assured, he tossed the bottle down on the side of the bed for me to see. I took one glance at the bottle and that was when I saw it on the label – Protect.

It was hand sanitiser.

“That’s not fucking lube, that’s alcohol gel! No wonder it burns, you’ve sanitised my ass!”

We spent most of an hour holding ourselves gingerly, neither of us in the mood to finish. My ass gave off a burn that even the hottest vindaloo couldn’t reproduce and I was assured that his dick felt like burning coals. Having called a rain check on our rendezvous, we got up and got on with some housework.

“That box there, on top of the dishwasher. Can you pass it to me, please? I need to order some more” I said, pointing to the now-emptied box atop the machine.

“Dr Beckmann’s Service-It Deep Clean,” I read off, “yep, I think I’ve had one of those today.”

2 thoughts on “Deep Clean (NSFW)

  1. ouch indeed sometimes we do need wait a moment and make sure we have the right stuff. sometimes too spontaneous is too spontaneous. Glad you both recovered.
    butt stuff is fun when relaxed and the right lube. At least your both clean

    1. It was a lesson on keeping too many bottles in the same drawer, that’s for certain. Anal play is definitely fun but yes, definitely with the right lube.

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