Confession of My Desire

I’m thirty-five and married to the love of my life. But there’s this one thing that I’ve never told him about, I can’t stop thinking about anal play, especially with a strap-on. The idea of being filled up completely by something thick and hard... it turns me on so much more than anything else does now. My husband doesn’t really know how to read my body anymore, let alone understand this new craving of mine. Tonight though, I might whisper to him in bed about wanting his fingers there, or maybe even a toy. It scares me as much as it excites me. What if he laughs? Or worse, what if he doesn’t want to stop there? Will that mean something more than just sex between us?