Kinky Tales: I Pegged my Husband

"Slut," I quipped back.

"Hard to argue," she shrugged.

Marina said, "You'd be surprised how hot cum feels splashing on your face and how liberating it is to just be a slut for the man you love."

I had never considered it that way. I was no slut, although I once had been. But being a slut for my husband, well, that was an idea I could grab onto.

In my fantasies, when I pleasured myself, I often was back to my slutty past... doing all the things I don't do in real life. Yet, after I reached orgasm I always felt guilty for having such thoughts... I was a mother now, not a cock slut. I said as much. "Actually, I have often fantasized about being sluttier, but I always feel ashamed after I get off."

"That is natural," 'Marina responded. "Every woman wants to be a slut at some point; every woman wants to just give in and let loose. Alcohol often does that for women."

"So I should drink more?" I joked

"It wouldn't hurt on occasion," Marina nodded.

"My head is spinning," I said, overwhelmed by all I had learned today.

"Should I finish my pegging story?" Marina asked.

"Yes, so Blake shot a load all over your face," I reminded her where we left off.

"Now who's the crude one?" Marina asked, looking offended.

"Sorry," I apologized, realizing it was rather rude.

"I'm just kidding," Marina laughed, "he literally coated my face with his cum."

"Did you come from anal?" Bethany asked.

"I always do," Marina nodded.

"Me too," Bethany said, excited that she had something in common with her sister.

"Aaaah, both my sisters can come from anal sex," I quipped, not sarcastically as earlier, but playfully.

Bethany smirked, "I bet you would scream like a dog in heat if Chris fucked your ass."

"What a beautiful image!" I sarcastically quipped.

"Just saying," Bethany shrugged.

"What are you just saying?" I questioned.

"That you are living in anal denial," she said.

"Just because I'm not as wild as you," I began.

Marina interrupted, playing peacemaker like she usually did, "Can I finish my story?"

"Yes," I nodded, Bethany always able to get under my skin.

"So, we were back in bed after cleaning up, and he asked me what it felt like to take it in the ass. It was an odd question, as it was truthfully something I had never considered in any real way. After a brief reflection, I answered it was the ultimate sexual trust. He asked what I meant and I explained I was willing to give him my ass and trust him to use it in a sexual, but loving way. He asked if it hurt and I nodded the first time and if not lubed and prepped properly. After a long pause, I could sense he wanted to say more, so I asked him why he was asking this now. He looked so vulnerable as he said, not making eye contact, that he was curious what it would be like to have his ass fucked," Marina explained.

"I forced Billy to take my strap-on one night," Bethany added.

"Of course you did," I replied, before asking Marina, "and then what?"

"We talked about it for a while, we went toy shopping together and then eventually I pegged him," Marina answered.

"Did you like it?" I asked, trying to imagine my sister wearing a strap-on.

"At first it was strange," Marina admitted. "But the longer I did it the more I enjoyed it. Now I really look forward to the power reversal."

"Power reversal?" I asked.

"Whoever owns the cock has the power," Bethany declared.

"That should be a t-shirt slogan," I joked.

Bethany laughed, "It's true in lesbian relationships too."

"Good to know," I nodded.

"Never know when you may start questioning your sexuality," Bethany challenged.

Marina interrupted, "One sexual crisis at a time."

"Agreed," I nodded. I then asked, one thing still bothering me, "What about the pantyhose?"

Marina asked, "He has a nylon fetish, right?"

I pointed to my legs, in pantyhose, "I don't wear them every day for me."

"But he isn't even home," she pointed out.

"He was this morning," I countered even though, truthfully, I wore them when he wasn't home too. I had become accustomed to wearing them like I do panties and a bra.

"Are you ready for one more potentially shocking revelation?" Marina asked.

"Why not?" I shrugged.

"He likely wears them when he has a toy in his ass," she bluntly said.

As I pondered this, knowing how much he loved to caress my legs in nylons, I nodded, "That I could believe."

Bethany added, "Many men like to cross dress."

"Do you know a normal person?" I asked, with a smile.

"You," she shrugged, "or at least you a couple hours ago."

We chatted for a while more. I reluctantly agreed to go to a toy shop with Bethany. Lastly, Marina suggested I read some online columns about pegging that she had found useful after Blake first mentioned his curiosity.

That night, I chatted with Chris and so wanted to ask him about the toys, but refrained.

Yet, after I hung up, I decided to go online and read some of the articles that Marina suggested.

I read a ton of articles including, "Sex Talk Realness: What Men Think About Pegging," "I Pegged a Boy and I Liked It," "If You Want a More Thoughtful Boyfriend, Try Pegging Him, and "PEGGING: GREAT FOR A MAN, FUCKING AWESOME FOR A WOMAN."

As Marina had suggested, it didn't mean he was gay and was going to become a cocksucker. No, it was simply about sexual pleasure and becoming one as a couple.

I didn't immediately want to buy a strap-on and pound my husband's ass, but by the end of my research I was a lot more comfortable with the concept, even if I still couldn't fathom me on the giving end.

I chatted with Marina on Tuesday, and she suggested I search pegging erotica; Bethany, meanwhile texted me suggesting I read anal literature.

Although I didn't originally plan to, later that night, again after talking to Chris, who said he was looking forward to coming home, I ended up searching pegging erotica. I learned it wasn't as easy to find as I would have envisioned. Yet, remembering that Chris had an erotica website he had searched I went to the top of the browser and clicked on what he last read.

I gasped.

It was a story called 'T-Girl University'. I read it and couldn't deny it made me wet. I read the less riveting, but still good part 2, and then clicked on the listed similar stories and ended up reading 'Tortured by the T-Girl Tutor'.

I was drawn in by the one thing I had never considered... a woman with a dick.

The idea of eating pussy did very little for me. I mean I know when a woman is hot and I had done it a couple times in college (who hasn't?), but I was drunk both times. But somehow this intrigued me.

I read a few more t-girl stories, most that had anal and I was suddenly curious. I was by no means ready to drop on all fours and take a cock in my ass, but I was indeed curious.

As I rubbed myself, I returned to pegging literature.

A lot of it was terribly written, but some of it was sexy, especially the vivid descriptions of men moaning in ecstasy. Chris was quiet and a grunter only when he came and thus the idea of him making sounds and being verbal turned me on.

I ended up masturbating while I read, eventually getting myself off reading stories about men being pegged, while imagining myself sucking and fucking a t-girl.

Wednesday I met Bethany at an adult store she recommended. I was nervous for many reasons, including talking about my sex life with Bethany, buying sex toys with my sister and especially buying anal sex toys. That said, I was also kind of excited.

Bethany was already there when I arrived and, being her blunt self, asked, all smiles, "Ready to change your life?"

I quipped sarcastically, "Yes, I was hoping you'd teach me how to eat pussy."

"Are you serious?" Bethany asked, somehow not catching my sarcasm.

"God, no," I laughed. "That gullibility must get you in some compromising situations."

"I like compromising situations," she shrugged, grabbing my hand and leading me through the store.

It occurred to me that until this very moment I had never been in an adult sex shop. The toy party a while ago prepared me somewhat for what I was about to see, but the things I saw still had me in awe.

Once she stopped leading me, she asked, "So are you planning on trying anal too?"

"I don't know," I admitted, even though I was definitely curious about it, but wanted to start slow and wasn't sure I wanted her knowing about it. The literature I read about anal sex broke a lot of the myths I had in my head about it... yet, I still wasn't sure.

She handed me a package of three black cocks of varying sizes ranging from tiny to 'holy fuck'. She explained, "This is a starter pack."

"I think it's more a Goldilocks and the three bears analogy," I quipped.

"What?" She asked, confused.

I said, pointing to the small one, "This one is too small, and this one is too big, but this one is just right."

"They are for your ass," she pointed out.

"Oh," I said, even though it should have been obvious.

"The small one is to get you used to having something in your back door, the medium is for once you realize you like it and want more, and you will want more," she stressed, before adding, "and the last one is for the adventurous."

"I'll never be that adventurous," I said, unable to fathom how that would possibly fit in even a porn star's ass.

"It fills you up in ways you can't imagine," Bethany smiled.

"You're right," I said shaking my head, "I can't imagine."

"Either way, it's a great starter kit for you," Bethany said, as she grabbed another box. "And this is a good starter for pegging."

"How do you even know that?" I asked.

"I came in yesterday and did some research," Bethany answered.

"How sweet," I said, not sure if I should feel flattered or disturbed by her dedication.

"You can mock me all you want," Bethany said, "but it's exciting for me to finally be able to be the expert at something for my big sister."

Suddenly, I felt guilty. She was obviously really trying to help. "I'm sorry," I said, "I really appreciate your help. I am literally clueless when it comes to such... things."

"No worries," she shrugged, before asking, "What do you think?"

"I have no idea," I admitted. "I've never bought one before, obviously."

"Well, it's long and thin, which is good for a first time bottom," she said.

"Bottom?" I asked.

"Yes, a guy who takes it in the ass is sometimes called a bottom and the giver a top," she explained, making me vaguely recall the term from one or two of the stories I had read.

"Oh," I said, learning so much... albeit stuff I never imagined needing to know.

"It's more common in the gay community," she shrugged. "Men are usually either tops, men who do the fucking, often with domination aspects or bottoms, men who usually get on all fours and take it in the ass."

I don't know why I asked, but I did. "Aren't there any guys who give and receive?"

"Yes, they are called switches," Bethany continued her sexual schooling. "It's also a term in the lesbian community. I would consider myself a switch, for example."

Again I shouldn't have asked, but I was curious and also thought since my sister was sharing something intimate I should ask questions. "And why are you a switch, I'm guessing it's not just about anal sex in the lesbian culture."

"Well, lesbian relationships are often hierarchical. Either you are the domme or you are the submissive. Now not all relationships are this way, but many are. For example, I am usually the domme, in other words, I tell my lover what to do."

"That I can believe," I quipped.

"I can be a mean domme too," she added.

"That too I can believe," I teased, somehow finding this conversation interesting... which I almost certainly wouldn't have a few days earlier.

"I will make her not be allowed to come for days, I'll make her crawl around the house naked, and I'll make her beg to serve me. I will push her to the limits of her sexual comfort zone, but also know when to not go too far," Bethany continued.

"I just assumed lesbians were women who were in constant sixty-nines," I said.

"Almost never," she laughed, "unless you're in a lesbian orgy."

"Which I assume you have been," I said.

"On occasion," she shrugged, before adding, "but sometimes I want to be the submissive. I want to be told what to do, forced to serve, pushed to my sexual limits. Usually, I only become the submissive to older, experienced women."

She paused for a moment, before adding, "Like Mrs. Jones."

"Fuck off," I gasped. Mrs. Jones was Mom's best friend.

"She was my first," Bethany admitted.

"You have officially crossed the TMI line," I said, unable to fathom such a thing, especially since Mrs. Jones was married to a judge.

"Sorry," she shrugged, "I do love talking about sex."

"So I can tell," I said, still holding the strap-on box.

She took the box and tossed it in a basket with the butt plugs and said, "Now here is my favourite fuck toy, a strapless cock."

She handed it to me. It looked like a deformed banana.

"This part goes inside you and then this part, of course, goes in him or her," Bethany explained.

"You're not trying to convince me to become a lesbian are you?"' I asked, with an eyebrow raised.

"No," she said, "but if the opportunity presents itself I would highly recommend you consider it."

"No promises," I said, with no intention of ever doing it with another woman.

"This one even vibrates on both ends," she continued.

"Really?" I asked, the idea of something vibrating in the butt somehow intriguing.

"Lots of anal toys vibrate," she said. "I don't really like them, but Sarah did."

"TMI," I quipped.

"Just saying," she shrugged, "each lover has different preferences."

"I assume, this isn't a day one pegging toy?" I asked.

"Usually not," she nodded, "but we can assume that Chris has been exploring his ass on his own."

"Oh," I said, even though that was now obvious.

"Don't be sad," she said, "it's no different than you pleasuring yourself while he is gone."

"I guess," I said.

"No, seriously," Bethany continued. "There is nothing wrong with masturbating or anal play on yourself, it's not cheating."

"You're right," I nodded, thinking I was being silly and judgemental.

"For example," she smiled, "it isn't cheating tonight when you shove that small butt plug up your butt."

"Bethany!" I gasped.

"Just saying," 'she laughed.

"Well, don't," I said, laughing back.

"On another note," she said, "what do you have for self-help toys?"

"A few," I admitted.

"Like?" she asked.

"Some vibrators, and a we-vibe," I answered.

"No Ben Wa balls? No suction cup ten inch dick?" she questioned.

"I thought my list was rather decent for a prude," I quipped.

"Come with me," she said, again taking my hand and the basket with three toys.

"Yes, ma'am," I saluted.

"If you were my submissive, it would be Mistress," she quipped with a serious look.

I laughed, "That is funny."

Reaching a new aisle, she said, "I hope your credit card has lots of space."

She handed me what looked like a back massager. "Every girl needs one of these."

"A back massager?" I questioned.

"You could use it for that too, I suppose," she nodded. "Put that on your clit and just wait for the fireworks."

"Really?" I asked.

"It is the most recommended toy among the lesbian crowd," she said.

"You seem to keep forgetting that I don't rug munch," I quipped, trying to be crude.

"No one has a hairy pussy anymore," she said, looking at me like I was from another planet.

"They don't?" I asked.

She looked at me seriously and worried, "Please, please, please, tell me you get regular Brazilians."

"I trim it occasionally," I answered. I once shaved completely in college and was itchy as hell forever.

"Oh my God," she said, pulling out her cell.

"What?" I asked.

"Shush," she said, as she put her phone to her ear.

After a moment, she asked with her often overdramatic tone, "Carrie, please tell me you have an opening tonight or tomorrow."

"In an hour?" Bethany asked after a pause, before looking at me and agreeing, "We will be there." After another pause, "Thanks a million. Okay, bye."

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I just got you in at the salon I go to," 'she said, turning away and looking at more toys.

"Why?" I asked, even though I could guess.

"To make you a modern woman," she answered, grabbing another box. "Here, this is another must have."

"A rabbit?" I asked, looking at the box and the long weird shaped vibrator.

"Yes, this is the newest one,"' she said. "The head of the toy rotates inside you, while the rabbit here pleasures your clit."

"Really?" I asked, often frustrated by the lack of power with my vibe.

"Yep," she nodded. "We will have to come back another day for the rest of the toys."

"Why would I need more?" I asked, looking at the basket.

"A modern woman can never have too many toys. It's the spice of life. Plus, Chris is gone a lot and you shouldn't have to wait for him to return to enjoy yourself," she said, grabbing the basket and leading me back to the front.

At the till, she said, "Oh crap, almost forgot the lube."

The older woman at the counter asked, "Your usual, Bethany?"

"Yes, Mildred, and batteries, lots of batteries," Bethany nodded.

"Your newest pet?" Mildred asked.

Bethany laughed, "What? No. She's my still living in the 1990s sister."

"Oh, sorry," Mildred apologized, looking at me.

I joked, "The way she treats me, I often do feel like her bitch."

Bethany quipped, as I paid for my many items, "Trust me, if you were really my bitch you would be forever changed."

I didn't say anything, as the conversation suddenly felt intense and dripping with implication.

Once paid, Bethany said, rather loudly. "Now let's go get that pussy of yours fixed."

"Oh my God," I said, embarrassed as a couple other people looked at us.

Bethany quipped, as she took my hand, looking directly at the mom and daughter team, "Can you believe my submissive sister doesn't keep her pussy shaved? Seriously, good submissives are hard to find."

I was literally speechless, as Bethany dragged me out of the store.

Once out, she roared with laughter, "Did you see the look on their faces when they realized you were my sister?"

"No, I had already put my head down in utter humiliation," I replied, even as I couldn't help but laugh.

"You are the prototypical submissive," she said.

"How so?" I asked.

"Do you usually try to make people happy?" She asked.

"Who doesn't?" I asked.

"Me," she answered, before asking, "Where is your car?"

"Right there," I pointed, literally thirty feet in front of it.

"Oh, we need to hurry," she said.

"You seriously are making me get a Brazilian?" I asked.

"Yep," she nodded. "I'm doing it for you, and Chris."

"And not as my lesbian Mistress?" I asked facetiously, as I unlocked the doors.

"Be careful, you would be drawn into the submissive lesbian sub culture in a heartbeat," she predicted, as we got into the vehicle.

I wasn't sure why I was being so bad, taunting her. I had no interest in being with a woman. Yet, somehow Bethany was drawing out a side of me that rarely came out.

Once I was driving and following the instructions on Bethany's phone, she teased, "You even obey a digital female. Imagine what would happen if she was real?"

"Yes, I'd drop to my knees and lick her pussy," I quipped, again saying shit I shouldn't.

"And you would never be the same again," Bethany said back.

"I'd quit dick and join the pussy parade," I countered, playing along... having fun talking like I was in college again.

"Why can't you have your fish and meat too?" Bethany smiled.

"So poetic," I laughed.

"You know it," she said. "By the way, finishing your submissive assessment. To recap: you like to make other people happy, you obey my phone and you have listened to me throughout this day."