Kinky Tales: I Pegged my Husband

I just stood there, allowing the burn to subside as I got used to it in my ass.

Eventually, the burn simmered and I felt a sense of accomplishment that I had taken the whole plug.

I then felt silly at the idea that I felt a sense of accomplishment at having my ass filled.

I pulled my panties up, allowed my skirt to fall and decided to be even naughtier. I would go shopping with the plug in my ass.

I felt slutty... sexy... and a bit silly.

Bethany texted back as I drove, but I didn't respond until I arrived at the adult shop.

Once parked, I checked her message:

What for?

I decided not to respond, deciding I was giving her way too much information about my sex life... and power.

"Back so soon?"' the sales person asked.

I nodded as I returned to the anal toys and was checking out vibrating toys when Bethany voice scared the crap out of me. "I've created a monster."

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Checking on my protégé," she smiled.

"You scared the crap out of me," I said, kind of relieved as I had no idea how to choose an actual anal toy.

"Whatcha looking for?" She asked, all sing song.

"A vibrating one," I admitted.

"For you?" She asked.

"Um, yeah," I nodded.

"But I thought it was only an out hole," she asked.

"Fine," I sighed, "you were right. Now help me find one."

"Oh how I love those words," she smiled, hugging me.

"I bet you do," I replied.

Moving away, she said, "How was the second plug?"

"Good, but I wanted more," I admitted, before adding, "but not butt plug three more."

"Yes, that one is a bit big," she nodded.

"It's dinosaur big," I quipped.

"Oh, but it fills you in a way nothing else can," Bethany smiled.

"You've had one of those in you?" I asked.

"Of course," she nodded.

"Is there anything you haven't done?" I sighed.

"Everything is worth trying once," she shrugged.

"Oh, to be twenty-five again," I countered.

"Age is just an excuse," she shrugged. "Were you wild at twenty-five?"

"Wilder than now," I said.

"Define wild," she said.

"Blow jobs while he drove, joining the mile high club and sex on the balcony at a beach hotel," I listed.

"All good," she nodded, before adding, "I joined the mile high club in the cockpit taking both pilots and a stewardess."

"While in the air?" I questioned.

"Yep, 'she nodded. "Autopilot is amazing."

"Apparently," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Believe it or not, I don't have a lot of experience with vibrating ass toys," she said.

"Prude," I quipped.

"Funny," she laughed, before adding, "I usually use my strap-on."

"Yes, I know. You fuck girls," I said, exasperated and loud enough for others to hear.

"And boys," she corrected, not remotely embarrassed. She then called out, "Cherise, come here."

"No, please?" I questioned.

"Trust me," she replied, as the older woman quickly came over. "Yes, Ms. Bethany?"

I scoffed at the formal response.

"My sister here is looking for the best anal vibrating toy for her back door," Bethany bluntly said.

"Oh, God," I said, instantly embarrassed.

"Yes, exactly what she should say when it's in her ass," Bethany added.

"Bethany!" I said exasperated.

"And that's what they usually scream," Bethany smirked.

Breaking the awkwardness, Cherise grabbed a toy and said, "This is our most popular vibrating anal toy for women."

I took it and said, wanting to end this, "I'll take it."

"In a hurry to fuck your ass, big sister?" Bethany asked.

"Oh my God, I'm done," I said, walking away and to the till mortified.

Bethany didn't follow, nor did Cherise. I then remembered I wanted to buy costumes.

Returning to the anal toy section, I was surprised to find that my sister and Cherise were no longer there. Confused, I went to the costume area and quickly found a cheerleading outfit in an extra-large for Chris. It was unlikely I would find a football outfit here like I wanted, but figured I would play around with his old college stuff at home. I also bought myself a sexy, slutty one for tomorrow night.

This Halloween was going to be role reversal in every sense of the word.

I grabbed an extra-large thong and a pair of extra-large beige pantyhose and went to the till. A different younger girl was working. I asked, "Where is Cherise?"

"On break," she said.

Suddenly I realized where she was, and where my sister was.

I paid for the items, in awe of my brazen sister, and returned to the car.

I was just pulling away when I got a text.

Don't leave!!!!!

I sighed as I backed back up.

I texted back:

Why? Are you already done?

I was startled a second later when she was at my window.

I rolled it down.

"Why did you buy two cheerleader outfits?" Bethany asked.

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

"I asked Carol," she said.

"Halloween," I answered.

"Ooooooooh," she nodded, instantly understanding.

"You can't embarrass me like that," I said.

"Sorry," she said, "I just got caught up in the heat of the moment."

"Fine," I said.

"Let me make it up to you," she said.

"How?" I asked.

"Cheesecake," she said.

"You had me at cheesecake," I joked, cheesecake being my sugary weakness.

Ten minutes later we were eating cheesecake when I asked, even though it was obvious already, "Did you have sex with Cherise?"

"The truth?" she asked.

"Why not?" I shrugged.

"I just allowed her to have a snack at her break," she smiled.

"Wow," I said, "Lesbians are sluttier than straight people."

"Just more liberated," she shrugged.

"Is that the politically correct way to say slutty in lesbian?" I smirked.

"Says the woman walking around with a butt plug in her ass." She countered.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"By the way you walked," she said.

"Well, I want to get used to having something there," I admitted.

"Where?" she asked.

"You know exactly where," I retorted.

"I just like hearing my prude sister talk dirty," she said.

"In my ass," I whispered, "Is that better."

"Yes it is," she nodded.

"So how long have you and Cherise been a," I paused "whatever you and she are."

"A few months," she said, "she is very submissive. Making her go down on me in the changing room always gets her off."

"Weird," I said.

"Not really," she shrugged. "Most submissive women will obey almost every order and will, when ordered, go down on their Mistress almost anywhere. Lesbian submissives crave pussy."

"Like I crave cheesecake," I quipped, as I finished my piece.

"Exactly," she laughed.

We chatted briefly about my Halloween plans and she eventually said "I'm so coming to your party."

"You never come," I said.

"I come daily," she said, playing with my words, before adding, "usually more than once."

"Slut," I accused.

"And loving it," she smiled.

Back home, I looked at the toy I bought.

It was a suction cup, vibrating, nine inch curved black cock.

I knew I should do more work.

But....

Curiosity took control. Plus, the kids wouldn't be home for an hour.

I went upstairs, got undressed, put the suction cup on the wall, took out the plug in my ass, turned the vibrations on and put excessive lube on the dildo and my ass.

Horny as hell, I got on all fours, a position I really enjoyed with Chris, and backed up towards the dildo. As it poked my ass, I paused.

Was I really about to fuck myself in the ass?

Then my phone rang.

I pondered if this was a sign from above. I got off my knees, walked to the phone and saw it was Chris.

"Hey, honey," I greeted.

"Have not been able to stop thinking about you all day," he opened.

"Is it because you are looking forward to the cheerleading outfit I bought today or to sodomizing your wife?" I asked, feeling like a new woman.

"I was going to say because I love you," he replied with a laugh, "but those are great reasons too."

Suddenly another devilish idea popped into my head. "Where are you?"

"At a high school," he said. "I speak in twenty minutes."

"Too bad," I purred, as I walked back over to my suction cup cock.

"Why?" he asked.

"I was going to put a show on just for you," I said, as I lowered myself to my knees.

"What kind of show?" he asked.

"Find a private spot," I ordered. "And when you do, FaceTime me."

"Okay," he agreed, hanging up abruptly. Why hadn't we FaceTimed yesterday?

While waiting for his call, I got back on all fours and moved my body back until the cock was at my backdoor entrance.

Deciding we had limited time, and that I was horny and curious, I started without him, pushing my ass slowly back on the cock.

A brief resistance occurred, as if my rosebud was asking, 'You sure about this'? But I was definitely sure, I wanted to shock my husband and I wanted to feel what it was like to have a cock moving in and out of my ass, the plugs just a constant tease.

I pushed back a little harder and the vibrating cock head slipped past my bouncer and was allowed into the party.

"Oh, God," I moaned, as I continued slowly moving back on the cock.

I wasn't sure how deep it was in me when Facetime came on.

I stopped mid-penetration, and pressed talk.

"Hi, baby," I purred.

"Hi, sweet pea," he greeted, at the moment only my face in view.

"Want another surprise?" I asked.

"I'm not sure I can handle it," he joked.

"Ironically, me either," I replied, as I resumed taking the cock in.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Truthfully?" I questioned.

"No, lie to me," he joked, like he always did.

"I'm attempting to fuck my ass with a suction cup black dildo that vibrates while talking to you," I answered.

"What?" he questioned, his face one of utter shock.

"Oh God, it's bigger than the plugs," I moaned, as the black cock explored new depths in my asshole.

"You're serious?" he questioned.

I smiled. It was the same thing he said yesterday. I nodded, as I quoted Bethany, "Bethany has created a monster."

"More like a goddess," he quipped, always sweet.

I yelped, as I felt my ass touch the cold wall.

"What? You, okay?" he asked concerned.

"Cold wall," I joked, as I remained on all fours, the dildo now buried completely in my ass.

He laughed. "So you really have a dildo in your ass?"

"All in," I nodded, trying to get used to being so full as well as deal with the simmering pain that accompanied the depth.

"Wow," he said, "I would never believe it if I didn't witness it with my own eyes."

"Do you think I'm a prude?" I asked. An odd question at the moment, considering I had a plastic toy in my ass, but his words brought instant insecurities to me. Ironically, before the discovery of his sex toys, being thought a prude wouldn't have crossed my mind.

"What?" No," he said, "there were just some things that I understood were off limits."

"Good," I moaned. "Wait a second, let's give you a better view."

I was happy I bought a cell phone case that actually had a back piece to have it sit up on its own.

"Okay," he agreed.

"Where are you?" I asked, as I fumbled with my cell phone.

"The teacher's bathroom," he answered.

"Is your dick out?" I asked.

"No," he admitted.

"Is it hard?" I asked, moving the phone so I could see him and hopefully he could see all of me.

"As a missile," he nodded, his eyes going big.

"Show me," I demanded.

"Okay," he said.

"Can you see all of me?" I asked.

"Perfectly," he answered.

"So you can see this?" I questioned, as I began riding the cock in my ass.

"Oh God," he groaned, as he then showed me his stiff cock.

I realized then that the dildo in my ass was actually longer than my husband's. My husband's cock was 5'5 inches long, but thick (thicker than the dildo in me).

"I'll take that as a yes," I moaned, as I tried to get into a rhythm.

"God, yes," he moaned loudly, as he stroked his cock.

"Tomorrow it'll be your cock in my butt," I promised, as I began getting more comfortable.

"I can't wait," he said, pumping his cock furiously.

"Are you going to ream my ass, baby?" I asked, using words from some of the stories I read online.

"You want to be used like a slut, don't you?" he asked.

"At least for a night," I moaned. "I'll be your three-hole fuck toy."

"Shit," he groaned, and his cum began shooting out of his cock.

"Oh yes, baby," I moaned, now bouncing fast and hard on the dildo, "I so want your cum."

"Come, my little ass slut," he ordered, which turned me on.

"Oh yes," I whimpered, "I can't wait to feel your big dick in my asshole."

"I'm going to pound the living shit out of you," he continued, able to sense when to push my buttons.

"You better have more than one load for me," I purred, enjoying the pleasure I was experiencing, but not feeling my orgasm bubbling.

"I better not talk to you tonight," he joked, looking at his watch. "Shoot, I'd love to watch this all day, but I speak in ten minutes."

"Okay," I nodded, before pouting, "I'm going to have to finish this the ole fashioned way."

"Sorry," he said, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

"You better," I quipped, before pushing the envelope a bit, "or I'll fuck your ass."

There was a pause before he said, "Um, okay, good to know."

I teased, "Maybe I'll have to buy a strap-on for you."

"You want to fuck me?" he asked.

Deciding we didn't have the time for this conversation and I wanted to surprise him Saturday, I replied, "I was just kidding, stud."

He laughed uncomfortably which made me smile.

"You better get going," I purred.

"Yes, I better," he replied, seeming distracted.

"Break a leg and tomorrow you take my ass," I said, and then hung up. I quickly stood up, the dildo sliding out of my ass and I went to my toys. I grabbed the massager, put batteries in it and returned to the dildo.

I easily took it all back in me, turned the massager on and moved it to my clit as I resumed fucking my ass.

In seconds, my entire body was on a crescendo to heaven. The massager head brought intense vibrations to my clit and pussy and mixed with the pleasure of the dildo I was fucking I was near eruption in seconds.

I furiously bounced back on the cock until my orgasm exploded and I collapsed onto my carpet, my entire being quaking like the San Andres fault line.

I lay there for an eternity as my entire body's energy was usurped by the orgasm. I may have laid there even longer but I heard the front door open and heard my boys talking.

I quickly got up and cleaned up, shaking my head at the insatiable sex drive that had suddenly been created over the past few days.

That night, I went out with the girls and saw them in a whole new world. Sex was often the topic, but I usually tuned out. This time I listened; I participated; I made sex jokes; I drank a little more than I usually do. Of course, unbeknownst to all of them, I had a medium sized plug in my ass.

My hubby texting me he was going to bed a while ago, I had a quick orgasm when I got home with the magic wand and I hit the hay, knowing tomorrow was going to be the beginning of a crazy couple days and nights.

I had already arranged for my parents to take the kids, it was a Halloween tradition that the kids stayed at my parents, although we always met up with them for supper and some trick or treating before returning home for the party.

I spent the day ignoring work, found his football outfit and threw it in the wash, then began decorating the place for the party. I was on a ladder putting up streamers when Bethany scared the crap out of me.

"So did you like the vibrating ass dildo?" Bethany asked.

"Why do you enjoy scaring me all the time?" I asked.

"It's Halloween Eve," she shrugged.

"And no, I haven't used it yet," I lied.

"Liar," Bethany called my bluff.

"I'm not lying," I lied.

"You don' lie well, Dani. You never have," she countered.

"Fine, whatever," I shrugged, as I came down the ladder, "I reamed my ass while Face timing Chris."

"He must have enjoyed that," Bethany quipped.

"How do you know that wasn't a lie?" I asked, my last sentence sounding much more outrageous than my earlier denials.

"You don't look me in the eye when you are lying," she answered.

"I don't?" I questioned, wondering if I did this to everyone.

"Never have," Bethany shrugged.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I bought you a present for the party tomorrow that I want you to wear," she answered, handing me a small box.

"You know, I'm not your submissive," I pointed out, even though I somehow felt compelled to obey her.

"I know," she said, "just a friendly gift from one sister top to another," she answered.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Open it," she said.

I did. It was a small egg shaped thing.

"I'll ask again, what is it?" I asked.

"A vibrating egg," she said.

"Not for my ass?" I questioned, thinking it could easily get stuck inside.

"God no," she laughed, "although that would be interesting. No, it's just to tease your pussy all night long before the main event."

"The main event?" I asked.

"When you peg Chris," she bluntly said, "you are planning to do it tomorrow?"

"Maybe I plan to do it tonight," I replied.

"No, tonight, I'm guessing you are giving your ass to him," she predicted correctly.

Giving up any sort of denial, I asked, "How would you possibly know that?"

"I know you better than you know yourself," she said.

"But, we are not even that close," I pointed out.

"I'm hoping that changes," she said.

"Me too," I nodded.

"Anyways, I got to go," she said, "But I'll be at the party tomorrow night and remember."

"Remember what, sensei?" I quipped.

"Lube, lots of lube," she smiled.

"Definitely," I laughed, still finding the conversation surreal.

Once she was gone, I kept decorating.

While Chris was in the air I sent a half-dozen texts to give him my true intent when he got home:

Text me when you are close.

Tonight I am your complete whore.

Use me as you wish.

Call me names.

Shoot your cum where you want.

All three holes are available for your convenience.

I'm just a bimbo slut created to please her strong-willed Master.

Typing these things got me horny. I had purposely not touched myself or used any toys on myself to keep myself ready and revved up for tonight.

I got dressed in the cheerleader's outfit, with beige thigh highs, the medium plug in my ass, and my hair in pigtails when I got the text.

Be home in ten minutes, slut.

I expect you on your knees and ready to please.

I replied, using a term I had never used with him or any man before:

Yes, Master.

I waited a few more minutes. Before making my way to the front entrance, pom poms in hand, dropping to my knees and waiting.

Every second seemed like an eternity. I couldn't wait to rekindle our sex life. Not that it was terrible before, but it had grown predictable and boring. The flame was still there, but only flickering. I wanted a wildfire.

When he opened the door, he left his suitcase, closed the door and walked to me.

His tone firm, something I usually only heard when he was disciplining the kids, he asked, apparently role playing, "Why are you here in the Principal's office?"

I pondered an answer briefly, before answering, "I was flashing Mr. Peterson, sir."

"And is that appropriate behaviour for a student?" he asked, now standing directly in front of me.

"No, sir," I whispered, trying to look sexy and sorry.

"And why then did you do it?" he asked, his arms crossed.

"So I would be sent to the principal's office," I answered.

"And why would you want to be sent to see me?" he asked.