A Throwaway Comment

A throwaway comment.

It started as a throwaway comment that somehow spiraled my life out of control.

I had been on a night out with the girls. Six of us in total from work had arranged to go into town clubbing on the last Friday of every month. Two of us were married, four single, myself and Mary were lucky to have understanding and trusting husbands that let us out with their blessings. That didn't mean that we were not allowed the odd dance with a hansom stranger, sometimes there is nothing better than to feel a hard cock in a slow dance rubbing into you, my husband tended to get the benefit of my flowing juices when I got home.

Most Friday girls nights ended with all six of us drunk and comparing sex-lives, mine was most definitely the dullest if theirs were all truthful. Some of Sandy's stories though, were so out there that some had to be made up although Lauren swears blind that they were mostly all true of her bestie.

This one time towards the end of a particularly drunken bawdy night, we ventured into our fantasies. Mine had always been to have two men at once but I couldn't tell them that could I, could I?

Lauren said quietly that her fantasy had always been that she wanted a girl to go down on her, then gave Sandy a wink making sure that we all saw it. At first we all gasped but it quickly turned into shrieks of laughter and giggles. That set it off, within a few minutes all of the girls tongues were loosened and the inhibitions tumbled to the floor. I even blurted that I wanted two men to take me to heaven and back again.

Threesomes, foursomes, bondage, nothing was off limits and the laughter grew louder and louder. The drinks flowed, the conversation got rowdier and rowdier until Sandy threw in an F-bomb.

She just threw it in there and it silenced all of us instantly, I looked around the table at all of my friends, they were as open mouthed and wide-eyed as I was.

Her F-bomb was a throwaway comment that she had once pegged her brother when they were sharing a dorm room at Uni together. She was so drunk that she just blurted it out above all the chatter around the table. It was like someone had hit us all in the foreheads with a sledgehammer, complete silence.

"Fuck sake Sandy!"

Lauren was the first to speak, "You told me never to tell, and here you are telling the whole fucking world!"

Each of us knew at that moment that it was true.

Suddenly, I felt as sober as a judge and leaned across the table begging to hear more.

Sandy just giggled at her friend and downed her brandy and coke in one hit holding her glass up shouting for more booze.

"I think you have had enough babe," Lauren admonished, and took her best friends glass and placed it back onto the tabletop.

"No fucking way, not after saying that! Waiter, waiter," Wendy laughed and was waving her arms frantically at the man near us holding a drinks tray.

"Another round please," she shouted as he came over,

"Shots!" Sandy screamed at the top of her slurred voice.

Five minutes later and a few shots down the line, we were treated to the night that she had broken her brothers cherry. I was amazed at how we all listened in complete spellbound silence as her story unfolded.

Her brother Charlie was gay, at least he thought he was. But he needed to know for sure before he went all-in on it with a real live cock. Sandy and her brother were twins and had always been closer than normal siblings, plus she was the most outrageous person I had ever met so it just seemed natural to me that her brother would be the same.

So between them they came up with this crazy scheme of him taking a vibrator to see how it felt. Apparently he got nothing out of it so she suggested that they went the step further of ordering a life-like strap-on off of the internet and trying that.

If anyone else had been telling me this I'd have called them a liar but she went into so much detail, and with the corroboration of Lauren, we all knew that it must be true and hung off of every word.

The alcohol may as well have just been tap water, we had all sobered up quite a lot as we listened intently.

She described how she had bent her own brother over their small table and fucked him up the ass while he jerked himself off, my panties were sodden by the end and it took all of my will power to not discretely slip a hand down there.

They did it a few more times to be sure but the story ended with them finding out that her brother wasn't gay, he was what she called a 'sub' but the whole episode had opened a door for her that she didn't want to shut. She said that she had gotten off on it so hard that she had pegged almost every man she had had sex with since. For me it wasn't just the blatant admission of incest, it was how blasé she was about fucking a man in the ass!

"It never fails to surprise me just how many say yes if I offer my ass as a tempter." She laughed.

Fuck I was so wet and horny that night, my poor Terry really went through it when I got home.

For the whole of the week at work, most of us brought up the topic at breaks. Sandy tried her best to change the subject but it was all that most of us wanted to talk about. It became an obsession for me and whenever I could, I was on the internet at home in secret searching it up.

"Shit" I hissed as page after page filled my senses.

I had never been one big for masturbation but this had fast become my new favourite fantasy and I nearly wore out my toy whenever I was alone in the house. The internet was full of pegging movies and what I found to be called 'femdom,' how had I not known about this stuff before now, was I really that naive?

Terry had always been the boss of the household, not only in the bedroom but out of it too which I not only went along with, it was how I preferred it. I like it that I don't really have to make the big decisions and his dominant streak under the covers is exactly how I liked it. But this, the more I watched, the more I really wanted to do it.

The following Friday night was cancelled, Sandy had had enough of our constant questions at work and didn't feel much like carrying it on in what was her leisure time too.

Mary, one of our gang of six suggested a home party at hers if she got rid of hubby for the night with tons of wine with a sexy toy party theme. To be honest, I jumped at the idea as I was up for anything to do with sex lately the way I was feeling.

Before our last Friday out, my sex-life was twice, maybe three times a month if I was lucky. Terry works long hours as an electrician in our local hospital doing long 12 hour shifts, so I know he needs rest when he gets home. Sometimes he is even asleep before his dinner hits the table so I know that he is sometimes far too tired to have sex, I understand, I don't like it, but I understand.

But now, now sex is on my mind constantly and some nights I don't give him the chance to rest up straight from work. Last night I heard the shower door close and I was in there with him in a matter of seconds taking his limp cock into my mouth getting him up and ready. After he had given me my much needed orgasm, I sucked him clean and he was asleep in bed within five minutes, job done.

Friday night came and I picked up Wendy and Liz on the way to Mary's, Lauren met us there with a friend of hers, Angel. Angel it seemed, managed an adult shop in town, why was I not surprised.

She had a bag full of goodies the like just boggled my mind, she got them out one by one explaining their uses and some of them believe me, needed explaining.

Lauren took out what we all wanted to see, a belt with a large rubber penis attached like the one Sandy had used on her brother, we all gasped as she showed it around.

"Men are able to take that?" Mary whispered, almost so quietly under her breath that it was like she hadn't wanted us to hear her.

"Most can." Angel said, matter-of-factly.

"Once a man, your man has tried it, I promise you he will come back for more."

"You have done it?" Liz asked breathlessly with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Yeah, of course." Angel replied, then put the toy aside.

Reaching into her bag of magic, she took out three or four more varying sized dildo's that attached to the belt through a silver metal O-ring at the front. One was even bigger than the monster that was already fixed into the belt.

"No way!" Mary shrieked in laughter, "No way!"

"Yes way," Angel smiled, "my boyfriend took this one only two nights ago. Don't worry, it's quite clean and sterilised, plus we use condoms. Start off with this one," she said, holding the smallest one up for us all to see.

"The hardest thing that I found was the initial taboo of it, persuading him. I suppose I am lucky that in my line of work we all have to be a bit, erm, progressive and open-minded. Once we had gotten over the gayness of it and he had experienced a prostate orgasm there really was no going back."

She was smiling to herself like she was reminiscing as she spoke,

"It has taken us a few months of trial and error to progress to Mr. Big." she said laughing, then held up a huge black veined rubber cock which must've been over ten inches long and thicker than her wrist.

"No fucking way!" Mary shrieked again.

She went on to tell us how important it was to be clean, not just the toys but his ass too. How to avoid her errors, the mishaps and mistakes. She said that she uses a turkey baster to first fill his ass with warm soapy water, he has to hold that inside for five minutes. Then they get into the bath where he gets onto his hands and knees, she takes the head off of the shower and inserts the hose into him.

I couldn't get over just how naturally she was talking about fucking her man's asshole, the normality of it in her mind! My pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second to the point that it was becoming uncomfortable, glancing around I noticed a few others were squirming in their chairs too.

She said that he had to stay on his knees in the bath for another five minutes with his asshole filled with warm clean water before expressing it into the toilet, they did this three times before she was satisfied that he was clean. The turkey baster came in for another use now, she said that she fills it with a water-based lube and squirts it directly into his anus. After that well, she literally gushed as she said that she fucked him all night long through orgasm after orgasm until his balls were totally drained.

Over the next couple of hours, she demonstrated how to get into the belts, how to clean the equipment and basically how to fuck like a man would, with the hips and not the legs. It was the best night out with the girls I had had in months.

Angel gave us all her staff discount and ended up taking nearly fifteen hundred pounds off the four of us combined. I don't know if I had ever laughed, giggled and shrieked so much in my life as I did that night. We all agreed that it was money well spent and yes, we all bought a pegging kit.

Mary and Liz were legless by the end of the evening. God only knows what Mary's husband would think when I delivered her home, she just about fell into the car when I opened the door sprawling over the back seat.

"Don't you dare throw up in there, you hear me!"

As the designated driver I had only had one wine and was still totally sober, I didn't share in the buzz they had going on but it was still fun watching them fall about.

Angel said that it would take about a week for our purchases to come through and I had no idea how to tell Terry that I had spent nearly £400 on sex-toys! I threw in a few babydoll nighties and sexy lingerie to soften him up a bit, although I hoped it wouldn't soften him up too much!

I couldn't wait to collect my belongings and was in a constant state of excitement all week, I think Terry had started to suspect me of having an affair or something because of my incessant need for sex. We had gone from a few times a month at maximum, to the same amount that one week alone. I found that even that wasn't enough and I used my trusty vibrator on the dry days, I also found that the more sex I got, the more I wanted.

It was the following Tuesday when I got home from work that it all came to a head.

Terry had gotten home an hour or so before me and found a huge partly opened parcel on the doorstep, the top had been damaged and ripped. He said that he took it inside and checked to see if what was inside had not been damaged. Once he had seen the contents curiosity had gotten the better of him, when I got home I found a kitchen table literally covered in sex toys.

"Lucy, what the fuck is going on?"

Shit! I thought, I hadn't had a real chance to tell him about my purchases yet. He had known about the party the other week but not the extent of my spending, and fuck! there was an opened box in his hands that had contained a pegging belt and dildo.

"What the fuck is going on?" he said again, only this time waving a bright florescent pink rubber cock in his hand.

"Cup of tea?" I said, trying desperately to ignore the fact that our kitchen looked like a sex shop.

"Seriously Luce, what the fuck is all this?" he asked again.

"The box has your name on it so this must be all yours. Is this all from the party last week?" he said again, his head in the box as he rifled through lube, dildo's and lingerie.

"Lube?"

I couldn't put it off any longer, I still hadn't faced him and had my back to him as I poured out the hot water from the kettle into two cups.

"Well?" he said, with a bite of anger this time.

I desperately swirled the teabags around in the cups trying to think how to tell him when he said the word I had been dreading.

"Pegging? What the fuck is pegging?"

Then it when quiet, I glanced over my shoulder to see him open mouthed staring at the back of one of the boxes. The side of the box facing me was bad enough, it had a picture of a woman fully strapped up, holding the big black phallus in her grip with a man on his knees at her feet. His eyes were wide as his gaze slowly drifted up to meet mine.

"No. No fucking way!"

That was all he said, then left the room leaving me standing alone in the kitchen holding the two cups in my hands.

"Fuck!" I hissed to myself, that was not how it was supposed to go.

I thought it might be best to leave him for a few minutes and sat at the table drinking from one of the cups pawing through the various dildo's, there were so many. I had no idea that I had bought so much, there was loads of it in every gawdy florescent colour imaginable. Before I knew it, I was into the second cup before I plucked up the courage to confront him.

Peeking gingerly around the door of the lounge, all I could see was the top of his head over one of our high-backed chairs facing the tv. He was quietly watching the news, I approached dreading what the next few moments would bring.

I gasped as I saw he had my laptop open and on the last page I had been viewing.

Fuck it, how fucking stupid was I not to clear the history I thought as he sat in silence just watching.

He never went on the laptop, never.

He must have felt my presence because he didn't even look up as he softly said, "This," and pointed to the screen, "You want this?"

I couldn't even speak, my throat had completely closed up on me, I couldn't even acknowledge his words. It was like I was a child again and been caught out by my dad doing something terrible and was about to get a hiding. I needed to get out of there and turned running for the safety of my bedroom.

I was dreading the knock on the door when it eventually came.

"Lucy, can I come in?"

The door seemed to take an age to open and he stood there to see me sitting knees-up on the bed, the covers pulled up right around my neck as if they were protecting me.

He still had my laptop in his hand and it was still open, I couldn't see what he was watching but I could guess.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"For what?" he said.

I could feel the emotions starting to well up and there was nothing I could do to stop it, my eyes started to fill with water and my body just shook. Terry put the laptop down and came over to me sitting on the bed, reaching out, he took my hand and squeezed. That made it worse and the tears flowed down my cheeks dripping onto the duvet.

"It's just porn." He said softly, "Just porn, its ok, we've all watch a bit of porn."

Putting his arm around me and dragging me into his chest, he cuddled me until the tears slowed. I have no idea why it affected me the way it had done, it was probably the shock of getting caught watching something so dirty, so taboo.

I could tell he wanted to say something as we sat huddled together on the bed, he kept almost saying it, but something kept stopping him. Eventually, after five minutes or so Terry said,

"The toys, the toys in the kitchen. They are, erm, you know."

I sighed and nodded yes.

"So, you want to.... you know... the toys..." he was the one having trouble talking now.

I sighed another huge sigh before disengaging from his arms,

"S-sorry, I got a bit carried away at the party." I sniffed up the tears as I spoke in stops and starts.

"I-it was just supposed to be a bit of fun, I got caught up in it too much, sorry."

He reached out taking my hand again, "You didn't answer the question Luce."

"N-no, no, it was just fun, sorry." I said again.

He let my hand drop and got off of the bed, "Meet me down stairs in a minute ok, get yourself sorted out, dry your face and I'll be in the kitchen."

I really, really didn't want to go down but I knew that I had to face the music eventually. Creeping down as quietly as I could, I entered the kitchen to find Terry had opened some more of the merchandise. He had the black leather pegging belt in his hands trying to figure out how it went together like he was playing with a rubik cube, in other words he had no idea at all. I couldn't help but smile at his hopelessness with it, it took my immediate worries of a huge argument and crumpled them away.

"Here, let me." I said, with a smile that I hoped would soften the mood.

"Listen, I know it's just a bit of fun but you need to know I am not into this shit with you." he said, nervously.

"I know, and I really am sorry that I didn't tell you."

We spent the next half an hour with me filling him in on the conversation in the club, right through the following week at work and up to the sex toy party. I tried to explain how all of us girls at work had been caught up in something that we knew nothing about but it had sounded so wicked, so dirty, so taboo that it just got into all of our psyches.

I told him that it filled my every waking moment from the time I had heard about it. Embarrassed, I even told him that I knew it had helped our sex-lives in the last week but that I still needed more from my vibrator. I must have said sorry over a hundred times in that half hour and still felt that I owed him more apologies.

"Your friends?" he said quietly, "they bought these things too?"

I nodded yes,

"Even Mary, her and George?" he said, his eyes widening.

Again I nodded.

Terry sighed and put his elbows on the tabletop holding his hands to his head, "Fuck Luce," he breathed, "I didn't even know people did this type of shit! I'm really not sure that I can."

Terry got to his feet, put the big black toy that he had absent-mindedly playing with in his hands onto the table with the others, then again turned and left the room.

At least he hadn't gone mad I thought to myself, there was at least that.

I put all the toys back into the cardboard delivery box, made two more cups of tea and followed him back into the lounge.

Placing his in front of him on the small coffee table I was about to say something when he said,

"No, shh let's just leave it for tonight can we? We will talk tomorrow ok, after work. I need to process all of this, it all sounds a bit to gay to me."

"No love its...."

He held a finger upright telling me to hush without actually saying it, I took the hint and let it go until tomorrow.

The next day I had a chat with Mary at work about what had happened, her advice was to go the prostate route like Angel had suggested. I had seen a bit about it in the videos I had been watching but Mary had gone in-depth after Angel had said that that might be the way to go.

She gave me the lowdown on how apparently, once a man had had a prostate orgasm it changed their whole outlook on the subject of ass-play.

She looked from side to side around the canteen to make sure that we were not overheard, then said quietly that she had persuaded her George to let her finger his ass a couple of nights ago. He had nearly jumped off of the bed when she had hit the gland and fired off half a gallon onto the bedspread! She was working up to telling him about her purchases but like me, had no idea how to approach it. I had no idea that she was so badly into this kink like I was, from then on it was our number one topic of conversation.

I popped into Angel's store on the way home and she loaned me a book on the prostate gland, she said it explained how to give and receive what was called a prostate massage. I couldn't hurt, so armed with it I went home to what would be an interesting conversation over dinner tonight.

On Thursdays Terry works until six, I get home nearly two hours before him so I had loads of time to butter him up a bit and prepare his favourite meal, steak, mushrooms, onion rings and chips. I seasoned the meat leaving it on the side to put on about ten minutes before he came home, the rest could go on when he came through the door.

I still had some time, so rummaging through the box, I decided to try on the belt for size. It was a bit of a mission getting the straps in all the right places but once it was tightened up properly, it actually felt nice and snug. I slipped it back off, shrugged off my jeans and put it back on over my panties only this time with one of the dildos attached.

"Fuck!" I whispered as I took in my reflection, "Fuck!" a shiver of anticipation wracked through my body.

The cock was jutting out from my body like it was real. The light pink colour matched my legs and blended in with the panties, the black leather harness only seemed to make it even more fucking nasty. I was dripping within seconds of seeing the sexy sight looking back at me, I couldn't help but take it in hand slowly running my fist up and down the shaft.

I came within the first few rubs of my sodden pussy almost wailing in pleasure, thank god I was alone in the house.

I left the harness on minus the cock and pulled my jeans over it, you wouldn't have known it was even there unless you felt for it.

I could tell Terry was uneasy when he came home, it was obvious that he didn't want to start off a conversation about the elephant in the room. I waited until he had taken a large mouthful of juicy steak before I said as I reached across to take his hand,

"Love, the toys. I really am sorry, I only got them as a laugh and to maybe spice our lives up a bit. If you do not want to experiment or to even try, I understand."

I stuck exactly to the words in the way Angel had told me to, it had put the decision in his hands in a way that made it quite hard for him to say no.

"It's not that." He said after finishing his mouthful, "Its gay and I am not gay!"

"How can it be gay if it's between a man and woman? husband and wife?" I said.

"How can it NOT be gay, shoving something shaped like a cock up my ass!"

That's when I brought out the book, placing it next to his plate I said, "Read it."

On the cover it had a subheading of 'give your man the orgasm of his life'

He humphfed a little and took another mouthful of steak, I left it there for now.

Later that evening as we watched the tv, I noticed that the book had still not been touched. It was on the coffee table but still closed.

Picking it up I said, "At least try to read it love, give it a go."

"I did, it's not for me." He said.

"Ok, how far did you get, the first three lines? How about if I promise you a blowjob tonight, will you read the first two chapters?"

He didn't answer straight away so I figured he might be thinking about it, I mean what did he have to lose, right?

"Ok," he said eventually, after about thirty seconds of making it look like he was having a hard time deciding, his stupid goofy grin gave it away though.

That night we took the book to the bedroom, he read some of it before taking a shower and it marked a change in the both of us.

I had read part of it earlier and knew that the first few pages described the fact that men had a small area between their ass and balls buried inside the anus called the prostate gland. Apparently when it is stimulated manually, a man's orgasm cam be multiplied fivefold. Well if that didn't pique his interest, nothing would.

I read a little myself while I was waiting in bed for him, as I heard the shower turn off I placed the latest Christian Grey novel on my nightstand. Terry came out of the ensuite wearing just a fluffy white towel around his waist, he has always had an amazing body and with the sheen of wet droplets slowly dripping off of his chiselled chest, he looked good enough to eat.

"So, have you read it?" I asked, expectantly.

"A little," he replied.

"And?"

"And what?"

"The prostate?" I said coyly, "Wanna give it a shot?"

"No!" he said a little too quickly, and very defensively from what I could tell.

"Liar." I grinned. "Ok, but tell me why?"

"You said a blowjob."

"Ok," I sighed, "but this prostate stuff does sound rather sexy, don't you think?"

"Blowjob, you promised." He said, with an almost childlike whine.

A minute or so later minus the towel, Terry was on his back with his head propped up on a couple of pillows watching closely as I took the engorged head of his hard cock between my lips.

My elder sister had always told me that the art of the blowjob is how to snag the man of your dreams and keep him. It's a piece of advice that I have used to my advantage very well over the years and still do. I love sucking cock, it's my favourite thing as far as sex goes. The power I feel over a man when I have him in my mouth and on the edge, he wants to cum but not until I let him, it's exhilarating.

Keeping my eyes on his, I took him deeper until his cockhead was pushing against the back of my throat. Terry is big, probably the biggest I have ever had and I had had quite a few before marriage. He was at the back of my throat and I still had a fist on him with an inch to spare, pushing forward I heard him groan as I took him fully. I mastered the gag reflex in my teens and with practice it soon became easy.

I've always liked the taste of my husband, his precum is quite sweet and almost like a syrupy glucose drink. I tend to tease and play with him at first, before I suck him in him once I've gotten him as hard as possible.

His precum flows quite liberally the more I tease and worship him, I have become what I consider to be an expert at keeping him on edge until I have him begging to come. I like it when I get him to this point, I imagine he would do anything I asked. That's when I thought about the pegging device downstairs, shit that's it, that's how I can do it!

My husband's thigh muscles started to tense up, that was a sure sign that he was getting close. I sat up between his legs and slowly stroked his pulsating shaft in my hands rubbing my thumbpads over the underside of his crown, the grunts and sighs coming from him were music in the silence of our bedroom. A pulse of precum leapt from the slit and I lent in sucking it up greedily slathering my tongue around the spongy glands.

"This is where the prostate gland is I think." I said softly as I rubbed the area between his ass and balls.

It felt like it was extremely kinky to the touch him there, we had never done anything like this before and the sounds he began to make spurred me on. I could feel the area pulse as I ran my finger across it, he jumped back in surprise at the boldness of my intruding finger and another line of syrup slid down his shaft dripping over my hand.

The more I explored this area, the more juice he seemed to release and I loved the power I had over him. Exploring a little more, I slipped my finger a little lower until I was almost at his asshole. Terry literally spread his thighs wider to accommodate my body as if he was encouraging me to go further, he had never expressed ass play as a preference in part of our relationship apart from doing it to me, so we were both new to this and I think he found it as exciting as I did.

I watched closely at his tight little pink hole as it contracted and pulsed in time with the actions of my fingers, I was fascinated at his reactions.

Gripping his shaft in my left hand, I pressed in with the pad of my thumb of my right just above my ultimate goal and the groan he made flooded my pussy to the extent that I felt a trickle drip down my thighs. Gaining in confidence at his not pushing me away, I started pushing lower. I slid it directly over the soft crinkled texture of his actual asshole slipping just the tip inside.

Suddenly and without warning, he exploded a fountain of hot sperm into the air. I felt his cock expand and pulse in my hand and quickly took the head into my mouth, I had missed the initial blast but was rewarded with at least four or five more.

I hadn't realised at the time but he told me after that as I took him into my mouth, my thumb had gone deep inside of him as he came. He admitted that actually, it hadn't been anything like he had expected it might be. It was as we laid in the afterglow of his orgasm that he agreed that we might explore what a prostate orgasm might be like.

Step one complete, I smiled to myself as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I was on the internet before work clicking away with one hand, while sipping my wake up coffee with the other trying to get tips on how to proceed. There were forums and things but none were really answering the questions that I needed answering. I came to the conclusion that I might need to have another chat with Angel again. I didn't really want to let the girls at work in on it that I had had a finger in my husband's ass last night, Angel was on the outside of our group so it might be easier with her, and after all, she was the expert.

Once again I found that I popped into her shop on the way home and we talked about the book that she had lent me and how to proceed.

"Lucy, what exactly is it that you want out of this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is it the power exchange? you have said that it's your husband that usually dictates what happens in bed. Is it that you want to dominate him for a change? is it the kinkiness of it? what is it?"

The more I thought about it, the more I realised that it was the power exchange. I wanted to take him in the way that he took me, I wanted to give him an orgasm the like of which he had never had before. But over our chat that went on for nearly an hour, I realised that the more she went into it that this was for me really and not him, I wanted to fuck him and fuck him hard.

Angel gave me a couple of DVD's to take home and said that I should watch them together with my husband. It would be best to power up the laptop and watch them in bed before our first prostate adventure, but not to turn it on before he was sufficiently too turned on to object. One was called 'Bend over boyfriend.' She said it was a gentle introduction into kink, nothing overly hardcore, more a romantic introduction into girl/boy kinky stuff.

I couldn't wait to get home and have a quick preview before terry got home from work, just to see if it was the type of thing that she said it was. It seemed more of an instructional video until I whizzed through to the juicy bits, oh fuck! this was exactly what I wanted.

I was on edge from the moment he came home from work, I had a nice hot bath already drawn for him with a small plastic suppository bottle that Angel had given me earlier sitting on the rim.

I told Terry that he had to have just a salad today at work, we didn't want any surprises later did we. After his bath we had dinner, again just a light meal but full of protein for energy. I couldn't remember ever being this sexually aroused and excited before, I was sure that I could smell my arousal wafting up from beneath the table and was getting a bit self-conscious.

Twice during the evening I had to pop upstairs and quickly wash myself down. I took the opportunity to look into the waste bin in the bathroom, I smiled at the empty plastic bottle.

I also noticed that Terry had to keep going to the bathroom during the evening too, I wondered if that was the aftereffects of the suppository.

Eventually after watching a couple of soaps on tv I couldn't take the tension anymore and had to break it,

"Angel the sales girl gave me a DVD today, want to watch a bit now?" I said, hopefully.

"Ok," he said, quietly.

I had noticed a change in him tonight, he wasn't my usual Terry. He was quieter, far more sort of, placid even.

The movie started with the documentary type prostate storyboard stuff, a woman in a white doctors coat diagramming where it was located and what it was, what it did, that type of thing. All the time that the movie was playing, I had an eye on my husband's reaction and he was looking decidedly uncomfortable.

"You know, we don't have to do this love." I said, actually getting concerned that he was not into this the way that I was.

"No-no, it's not that, its, well, it's kinda gay." He whispered.

I laughed, "How can it be gay if it's with me, your wife!"

"You know, ass stuff." He said meekly, almost like a child.

"Ass stuff! Ass stuff!" I laughed again, "Do I say its gay when you fuck my ass!"

"No, that's different, and you know it!" He barked, finding his voice again.

"Listen, let's try it and if you don't like it, we stop and put it down to experience ok?"

I turned the DVD off before the pegging bit started, I thought that in the mood he was in, he might totally freak out.

"Let's go upstairs." I said, holding a hand out.

I took the player up and wired it in to our bedroom tv but didn't turn it on yet.

Terry took one more trip to the bathroom to make sure that he was clean while I slipped into some sexy lingerie, I thought it might help him if I looked sexier. I was right, his face was a picture when he saw me lounging back in my best black see-through babydoll and stockings.

He looked like a lost little boy when he entered our bedroom which was so unlike him, he is usually so manly and dictates what we do and when we do it. Tonight he seemed a little unsure, like he wanted me to take the lead and I wanted that too.

I instructed him to lay on the bed like we had last night, him on his back with his legs wide enough for me to snuggle in. His cock was already on the rise as he got comfortable, I noticed that the head was wet and slick with his precum already and I hadn't even touched him yet. I edged up his chest with both of my legs still between his keeping them apart, I leant in and kissed him as my fingers idly toyed with his quickly stiffening nipple.

"Are you absolutely sure you are ok with this?" I whispered as my tongue flicked over his left ear.

"uh-huh, ooohhh." he groaned.

I put my palm to the side of his face twisting it away so I could get my mouth completely over his ear, I slipped my tongue inside swirling it around the hole. His ears are his weak spot, I knew from very early in our relationship from the first time I sucked on his earlobe that it did all sorts of weird and wonderful things to him.

I had him completely under my control now and had him gasping for air as my tongue swirled around the ridges. I ran a finger up and down the hard underside of his shaft as I licked his ear, pausing at the top to smear the fluid around the crown. Terry's breathing was becoming heavier the more I teased him, ever so lightly ran just the fingertips of my right hand up and down the increasingly wet shaft.

I flicked the tv button and the screen flickered into life, I had it set so that it would come on just before the start of the most intense pegging session on the DVD. The man on the screen was on all fours with the lady behind him playing with his hanging balls, my husband groaned in tandem with the man on the screen as she sunk her fingers into his ass. I looked into my husband's eyes as I dragged my fingernail over his balls and scraping the nail over his sphincter, he took a huge intake of breath holding it until I slid it back to his shaft. The muscles in his stomach tensed and I could see the outline of what used to be his sixpack.

"Are you sure?" I said, my own voice becoming more and more ragged.

I was on the verge of orgasm myself now and I hadn't even been touched yet, I was that excited. I pulled his foreskin the whole way back exposing his throbbing cockhead, then blew on it before taking it inside my mouth as he watched the debauchery on the screen unfolding. Everything was going just how Angel said it would, I needed him to get into his head that a man getting fucked wasn't gay in any way if it was between a man and woman, and if he got off to an incredible orgasm while he witnessed it, then that was all for the better.

I could feel Terry's pulse as his cock got harder than I had even known it to get and I knew I had to slow him down a bit. I slid back up his body until our faces met and we kissed, Terry was always a great kisser but the passion he had at that moment blew me away.

My pussy was wetter than I had ever known and I slipped a leg over his to rub myself on his thigh, it helped a little but tonight was about him, not me.

"Ok, I am going to put a little lube on my finger and push in, just a bit ok. If it hurts or is uncomfortable in any way, I will stop. Just let me know."

I squirted a dollop of the clear sticky fluid onto my middle finger spreading it up and down the length. Looking into my husband's eyes for his reaction, I rubbed it over his little pink star pushing in ever so slightly.

"Oooohhh."

He tensed up again, I felt the muscle in his ass clamp onto my finger so I stopped and withdrew rubbing around the lube liberally over the outside again to let him get used to the feeling. A minute later I pushed in again, this time to the first knuckle.

Another "Oooohhh," followed by a deep groan which was more like a growl of a dog.

"Ok?" I asked, looking back into his eyes.

He pursed his lips tight and nodded yes, "Please, just slowly."

I noticed beads of sweat were forming on his forehead as I ever so slowly pushed in to the second knuckle. His ass was so tight and so very hot, much hotter than I thought it would be, in more ways than one.

"Oh god!" he groaned, as I twisted inside him and he squeezed his thighs around my wrist stopping me from going any deeper.

His cock was literally dripping in precum now and pooling around the base. I managed to slip my hand free from his vice-like grip and swirled my fingers into it. He relaxed a little now his ass was empty and scooping some of it up, I slathered it between his ass cheeks then I pushed a precum covered one back into his ass.

His eyes were open as wide as could be, and the look on his face as he watched the man on the screen getting fucked just like he was getting fucked by my finger was something I will never forget. His breathing was very ragged now as he twisted more in pretence to move away from the invasion of my finger, that really wanting to get free from it I think.

My finger had slipped in much easier this time, this time he had taken the whole thing easily and soon he would be ready for the second. He was grunting like an animal as I pushed in and out, this was fucking amazing, much, much hotter than I had ever imagined it would be.

He was arching his back now on every in stroke and he sucked me in every time I pushed. The grunts and groans got louder and louder the closer he got to his orgasm and he had also started to push down into my hand.

This was going so well, much better than I thought it would for our first time, the way he was behaving I knew that it wouldn't be the last. It got better when suddenly he squealed like a girl and groaned trying to push back up the bed.

"Fuck! what did you do?" he gasped, breathlessly, "Fuck! Ooooohhh, god! Oh god!"

His head slammed back into the pillows as his cock jumped in my hand and grew in thickness, his pulse got stronger too and his face, I had never seen that look on his face before. Pure lust, pure wanton sexual lust, he grabbed my wrist and shouted "I need to shit, sorry I need to shit."

I immediately withdrew to let him calm down, Angel had told me that this might happen. I had hit the prostate gland which gave him the feeling of needing to pooh. I gave him a minute to gather his thoughts and he calmed down as the feeling passed.

This time I slipped two fingers inside the loosened asshole and found my mark much easier now I had found where it was hidden, I twisted both fingers around the gland and suddenly his cock seemed to expand in my hand, a line of piss erupted from the head and flew into the air splashing back onto his chest.

"Shit, sorry, fuck, oh fuck, ooooohhh" He winced, finding it hard to catch a breath then squealed again as I moved my fingers.

I squeezed the prostate gland as best as I could and prodded it, it was just where Angel had said that it would be. It was a spongy lump and felt about the size of the pad of my thumb. Every time I pushed into it, he jumped, squealed and groaned, this was fucking awesome!

Everything that Angel had said was right, he fell apart right in front of my eyes the more I prodded this wonderful little spot inside him. His thighs clamped on me again but this time I didn't relent, I kept on tickling and flicking it. More piss but this time mixed with precum and he growled like a dog as it erupted from the end of his rock hard cock, most of it hit his face and neck dripping down his body onto the bed.

I grabbed his shaft as I heard the man behind me on the tv orgasm, Terry alternated his wild look from the tv to me, then back to the screen as he watched the man cum. It triggered him off, and a sound from deep inside his chest filled the room and he roared loudly like a wild lion.

I was spellbound as his face contorted almost like he was in tremendous pain as a line of cum flew up and into his hair coating his forehead and the headboard. Another and another followed, more cum than I had ever seen and I wished that I had had the presence of mind to have taken it into my mouth but I was mesmerised as he coated my hand, his face and body in hot spunk.

I grabbed the bobbing shaft even tighter in my fist and jacked it as fast and as hard as I could, he clamped his thighs around me to the point that I thought that my ribs were going to crack at any moment. I had never seen him orgasm like this, he had totally lost control of his body. He was twitching and spasming under my complete control and I loved every second of it.

Thankfully though, his orgasm did subside and the legs that were tightly enclosing me collapsed back to the bed leaving me as breathless as him.

Terry was absolutely covered in his seed, I mean drenched in it. He must've let loose half a cupful and it was everywhere, I couldn't help but grin up at him from between his tired legs as he lay recovering from what must've been easily the strongest orgasm of his life.

I actually had to help my big strong man off of the bed and into the shower to have a clean-up. His legs were a little shaky and as I helped him wash, he had this goofy grin going on as I soaped up his chest and I couldn't help but reach up on my toes and kiss him.

He had let me take him to a place where he had completely lost all control, and in that moment I am sure that I could not have loved him more. He had shown so much trust in me to let me do what I had done to him, the kiss turned into a beautiful embrace under the falling water that was so full of love that it carried over into the bed and sleep.

Part two of my grand scheme, complete.

He was gone when I awoke the next day which upset me a little, I had wanted to unwrap what he felt, what we both felt. That was until I saw a the fresh flowers, probably picked this morning from our garden and in a vase of fresh water with a small note.

'You are an amazing wife and I am so lucky to call you mine, I love you. xxx'

I sat and cried as I drank my morning coffee, reading his words over and over.

At work at morning break I just had to tell someone, Mary took my full account of the previous night's activity with baited breath. I didn't usually let on about my own sex life in too much detail, I just gave the girls little snippets here and there but last night, last night was so full-on, so tremendous that I just couldn't keep it to myself.

"Say something for fuck sake!" I gasped to my opened mouthed friend sitting across from me.

Then a huge grin started to appear on her face bringing the same response from myself, she reached over the table and took both of my hands in hers.

"You dirty, dirty cow." She breathed. "How the fuck did you manage to get him to agree to let you finger him?"

I told her of the movies and the book saying that she could borrow them once I had finished with them on Angel's approval.

"Ha! Angel, I should've guessed." She laughed.

During the day at work, I had to use the ladies for more than just a wee. My poor clit was throbbing like never before and needed attention on more than one occasion until I could get real relief at home. Time seemed to drag on forever at home waiting for him to come through the door and when he did, I almost knocked him on his ass as ran to him begging to know how he felt.

"Give me a chance to get in babe." He said, pushing me off as he tried to get his work boots off.

"Are you ok though?"

"Mmmm," he mumbled, not really looking at me as he put the boots aside.

"Terry, are you ok with what we did?"

He had a worrying look and I could tell he was finding it hard to look me in the eye.

"Terry?"

"I, er, well it's," he was mumbling and getting stuck on his words, I could tell that he was very confused and I prayed that he wasn't upset with what had happened last night, his face said more than his words.

"Let me start." I said, and took his cheeks in my the palms of my hands. I rose up on my toes, pulled his face down and kissed him.

"I love you, I love you even more if that's possible for letting me give you the experience of your life, mine too. What we did last night was amazing and I want more, I want you to give me more, more passion more feeling and more sex like that."

"But," he said. but I put a finger to his lips.

"Shhh, if you were going to say, but its so gay or something just as stupid, don't! what we did was the most intense loving thing I have ever experienced and I hoped that you felt the same way."

Terry looked down at me with his eyes tearing up, he picked me up into his arms as easily as if I was a small child and dipped his face down to mine kissing me passionately. We barely made it to the lounge before our clothes were being ripped from each-other's bodies and we fucked like we did when we were teenagers.

I popped in to Angels Shop a couple of days later to ask her advice on how to achieve my ultimate goal, how to get him to let me fuck him with the strap-on.

"The problem is, he is a man's man." I said, "I am a hundred percent sure that he won't go for it."

"Nonsense, if he has let you finger fuck him its not a huge step on from that, is it? I assume he watched the movies?"

"I actually think it was a scene from one of them that triggered his orgasm," I said.

She smiled then laughed, "Well, they are fucking sexy."

"How did you first approach the men about it, you know, how did you get them to agree to take it?" I asked.

Shit, this was making me horny again just talking about it. My libido had gone from mostly rather stale, to all I could think about was sex!

"Most take a bribe," she laughed,

"My ass for theirs as long as no-one ever finds out. To be honest, once they have tried it they want it again anyway. Plus I love anal so it's a win, win." She laughed again.

"how did your husband react to you fingering him? was he defensive or did he accept it and enjoy it?"

"To be honest, a bit of both I think. During it, I think it blew his mind as much as it did mine. After, he was a bit quiet and overall I think its affected him more than he will let on. He has definitely changed, a little withdrawn and not so brash, I miss that in him."

"Do you think he might be a little hung up on the gayness of it?" she did finger-quotes as she said the word gayness.

"Absolutely, yes." I replied.

"That's it then, we have to plan this so he doesn't see it as sissy or gay to take it up the ass from you."

Oh god, just those last few words sent an electric shock straight to my groin making me squirm in my chair.

"Maybe try this." She said.

Angel reached under her desk to bring up a box. It was a weird looking thing pictured on the front, she explained that it was a vibrating prostate massager. She got it out of the box and explained how to use it, it had a t-bar type thing that you hold allowing you to push and pull easily, an amazingly strong vibrating bullet in the head and tapered so entry was easy. The taper was made like a butt-plug so once in, it could stay in place while other things were done.

"Try this for his next prostate orgasm, its bigger than a finger and guaranteed to give a stronger response, plus its more shaped like a cock so when it eventually comes time for him to take one, it's not such a big step."

"So in other words, you take smaller steps to get to the big goal?" I said.

Needless to say, I bought it.

That night I persuaded Terry to try it, he wasn't happy that I had told the sales girl what I wanted it for but I told him that that was kinda obvious. I could never let on that she was my friend though, that would send him crazy.

I was really surprised that he didn't need anywhere near as much persuading as I thought it might to try the new gadget, that night I had my husband on his hands and knees as I brought him to yet another mind-shattering orgasm. When I had turned the bullet on, it blew his mind and had him spasming for ten minutes after the orgasm had passed.

The next step was a cock shaped vibrator with seven settings, each setting getting progressively stronger. I tried it before I set about him with it and I couldn't take setting seven for more that five seconds on my clit, the power this thing had was incredible. It got me off but I couldn't get past number five with any level of comfort.

This time we used the soapy water method, I told Terry that I had read it in a book, that it was a more safe way to clean the anus out. After our dinner I drew him a warm bath to relax him and hopefully get him in the right frame of mood for fun tonight.

He wasn't too keen on the turkey baster and asked why it was essential that I had to administer it. I bluffed that he might not get it in exactly the right place and he seemed to go for it.

I had him bend over his bath and I lubed it up, god, I couldn't help but release a small amount of fluid from between my legs as I slowly slid it into place. It took all of my willpower not to groan as I squeezed the bulb releasing the warm soapy water into his body.

He groaned for me as he felt the water intruding his most private of private places. I had to place a hand between my legs as I watched his legs trembling as he took the water in.

"Ok, keep it inside for no less than five minutes, you can sit in the bath if you want but do not, and I cant say this strong enough, do not express your bowel in the bath. If you really cannot hold it, get out and let yourself go on the toilet. You can sit back in there after but you might feel like you need to pooh again, so go careful."

With that, I kissed him and helped him to gingerly sit into the warm bath leaving him alone with his thoughts.

In the bedroom, through the pulled-to ensuite door I could hear him struggling to hold the water inside himself, he was groaning under the strain so after a few minutes of feeling pity, I went in and helped him to the toilet seat. Within a second of him sitting I heard what sounded like gallons of whatever comes out, come out hitting the water in the pan. He groaned in pleasure as his bowels emptied.

"This had better be worth this shit," he laughed.

At least he was laughing about it, which was good.

"I'll do the next bit." He said, grimacing as another flood of pooh hit the water.

"Fine by me." I said, "You stink!"

Downstairs sitting by myself in the lounge sipping my coffee, I contemplated just how pliable, almost placid Terry had become in the last few weeks since we had started ass-play. I loved my man, my strong, take the bull by the horns man. This new Terry I was a little unsure about, I so wanted this pegging fantasy to become reality, it was all that filled my mind these days but not at the expense of losing my rugged husband. I had to figure out how to have both or forget about our ass playing games.

I gave him half an hour and heard him walking around above my head in our bedroom, he was naked and laying on the bed sporting a hardon as I walked in. Terry has always been a big bloke, rugby and boxing has kept him fit throughout our marriage and he has muscle in all the right places, and when he is naked he looks seriously fit. I think it's the rugby and boxing that have gotten into his head with these ass-play games, sportsmen don't take it up the ass, do they?

"Clean!" he said with a grin.

Then to my utter surprise, raised his legs wide holding them with his hands behind his knees, he was showing me his freshly shaved balls and ass. I could not believe what I was seeing, the fucked had used my dilapidating cream, my husband was laughing with his little pink asshole winking at me!

All of my worries and fear left me as I heard his deep hearty laugh, he had a grin that was as wide as his face and a twinkle back in his eyes.

Startled, I heard a groan from beside me, he had the tv playing with a movie I hadn't seen before. It was a pegging scene only this time, the man was on all fours and hogtied.

"Fuck," I hissed under my breath, where on earth had he got this from. I noticed our laptop on the side table and the same movie playing, he must be twinning the screens.

"Are we headed in this direction?" he asked, pointing at the tv screen.

"Do you want us to?"

"Do you want us to, is more like the real question." He asked.

I took a big intake of breath thinking how best to answer his question, as I did, he took his hard cock into his fist and slowly started to pump it.

"Yes." I gasped. "Yes, but only if you do too."

His hand was still slowly moving the skin up and down exposing then hiding the wet cockhead and I couldn't take my eyes from it, he had me completely in a trance as he slowly wanked off. My breathing was becoming more and more laboured as I watched the scene on my bed, the scene from the tv was getting hot too because the woman started screaming "Take it bitch, take my cock, take it!"

She was slapping his ass now as she smashed into his ass hard.

"I do," he said, "but not as hard as that," pointing at the screen, "not at first."

He had a cheeky smile on his face and that twinkle in his eyes that I had missed so very, very much.

"Now?" I asked, my body actually trembling on what his answer might be.

The man on the screen groaned as Terry gave one nod of his head.

"Yes?" I managed to get out breathlessly.

"Yes." He said,

"Before I change my mind. But on one condition, I want you dressed up for it and I mean seriously sexy."

He reached down beside the bed and opened my bedside drawer. Pulling it open, he reached inside and threw the soft leather harness in my direction. It landed at my bare feet and I stooped to pick it up never once breaking eye contact with him.

"I have placed a few things in the bathroom for you." he said, and nodded in the direction of the ensuite door.

Raising a brow, I wondered what on earth he was going on about but picking up the belt, I turned and made my way into the bathroom. On the linen basket there was a pile of clothing, one by one I picked out a beautiful matching bra and pantie set in my size. Hidden under them was a lacy suspender belt and a pack of very expensive nylon stockings. On the floor were a pair of black four inch pointed toe stilettoes, my god they were so sexy, the entire outfit just screamed sex.

I stripped naked fingering the material of the panties, they were like the finest silk and so beautiful to the touch. I slipped them on padding them into place, they felt as good as they looked. The bra next before I wrapped the belt around my waist, so far everything fit to perfection like a second skin.

The stockings, these were not run of the mill stockings. These were Cervin fully fashioned RHT nylons, I could never justify the price of these normally and wondered how and where he had bought them without my knowledge.

Putting my foot in and slowly sliding them up my legs, they felt like heaven. A woman can tell when her stockings are good ones, they hug the legs like a velvet glove. Running my fingertips up the silky nylon from my toe to the welt had my pussy throbbing as I tucked the straps under the panties and clipped the welts into the suspenders. Next, I sat on the side of the bath so I could slip the shoes on. They were the perfect fit, size six and slim. They added to my five foot six frame nearing me to six feet, the same as Terry.

I studied myself in the full length mirror that we have in our ensuite and even I thought that I looked fucking hot, these sexy shoes finished the look perfectly. It was then that I saw the soft leather belt laying on the edge of the bath. Carefully balancing on one foot, I slipped first one then the other leg straps up and into place. The waist strap had a small buckle at the back which when pulled tight, it fitted and blended perfectly over the suspender belt. The leg straps also had small pull-tight buckles and in turn, blended into the black welts of the stocking tops.

I thought that Terry must be getting impatient so taking a deep breath, I opened the door and as sexily as I could, I walked into our bedroom. I heard the gasp from the other side of the room as I strode in with as much sass on the heels as I could muster. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I put both my hands on my hips and posed.

"You like?"

"Fuck babe, you look stunning."

I raised one leg and placed a foot onto the bed, I felt my sticky lips open up under the material of the panties, I was drenched down there.

"In the cabinet you will find three dildoes, one black and two bright pink, pick one and bring it here." I said.

Where the forceful tone in my voice had come from, god only knows but he followed my command without question and rummaged through bringing up all three onto the bed. They were different sizes from six inches long to nine, varying in thickness with the length.

To my surprise, Terry didn't go for the smallest. He picked out the black seven incher putting the other two aside and hopped off of the bed. To my even greater surprise he then knelt at my feet, bowed his head and presented me with the black rubber phallus.

"I need you to put it in place," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "thread it through the hole."

I ran my palm up the side of his neck and over his sensitive ear before coming to rest on the top of his head stroking his hair lovingly.

He reached behind the O-ring and pushed the dildo up across the front of my panties making me almost scream as his fingers grazed my clitoris. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and did it two or three more times as he tried to get it through the hole. In the end I had to loosen the straps or I would cum standing there as he tried to get it into place, I was tempted not to but I needed this so much that I couldn't wait any longer.

At last it was through the ring and looking down, with him kneeling at my feet with this thing protruding from my groin was just so erotic, it was beyond words.

"Suck me." I breathed, "Suck my cock."

Where was this coming from?

Terry looked up quizzically like he hadn't heard me right,

"Suck me." I said in a raspy voice that even I didn't recognise, my hand drifted from the top of his head to the back drawing him closer. To my utter amazement, he opened his lips and took me in. my pussy spasmed and to say I creamed my panties would be an understatement. I felt my juices dripping into the gusset of my new knickers sticking my lips together, I couldn't help but push my new cock into his mouth.

Fuck, this was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My husband was on his knees as I pushed my cock into his mouth and I was on the edge of the biggest orgasm of my life. My legs felt like they were about to give way and started to uncontrollably shake, Terry stood and took my hand guiding me to the bed.

"How do you want me?" he asked.

I had no idea, this was all new to me too. Did I want him facing me so we could kiss? on his knees so I could do him doggy? Sitting on me?

In the end I just pushed him back down onto the mattress, he landed on his back with his cock sticking up looking so mouth-wateringly delicious.

I clambered onto the bed between his legs and grabbed it squeezing it hard.

"This cock is mine, this one too." I said and grabbed the rubber one rubbing it onto his, smearing his precum over both.

"Where is the lube?" I gasped, frantically searching around.

Terry smiled and pointed to the side table, a tube of our new water-based lube was laying on the top. I grabbed it flicking the top off and smeared it over my middle finger, it smelt of strawberries. The writing on the side said that it was edible, oh god, a nasty, nasty thought entered my head.

"Turn over." I said slapping his thigh.

Once over, I told him to raise up onto his knees, he once again did it without question presenting me with a close-up view of his freshly shaved asshole. My pussy gushed again and was starting to get decidedly uncomfortable.

I couldn't help it and I lent in and bit his ass cheek, much harder than I first intended and he screamed jumping forward. Not letting him get away, I slapped the bite mark pulling him back into my grasp and before he could complain too much. I flattened my tongue and licked from the top of his freshly shaved balls to directly up and over his asshole turning the scream into a wail of pleasure. Grabbing both of his hips I pulled him back into my face and slathered my tongue up and down his crack paying great attention to the little pink cherry in the middle.

This was the first time I had ever done anything anywhere near as remotely nasty as this. To be honest, kinky stuff like this had never even entered my mind, I even now I had no idea what possessed me to stick my tongue into his asshole but once I had a taste, I really didn't want to stop.

He was making all sorts of gasps, grunts and groans with his face buried into the pillows as I tongued him to within an inch of his life, he couldn't have made it more obvious that he loved it and didn't want it to stop.

I felt under and between his open thighs for his cock, it was harder than I had ever known and was literally dripping like a tap. Smearing some onto my fingers, I slipped one straight into his wet asshole without warning, he howled and fell forward further into the pillows. I didn't relent and reamed his asshole over and over twisting my two fingers around inside his body as his muffled groans filled the room.

It was time, and pulling him back up into a more kneeling position, I lined myself up. Covering my cock with a liberal amount of the lube, I smeared what was left in my hand into his his ass as I said,

"Listen, if you want me to stop, say so. This is not meant to hurt, I don't want to hurt you. If you do not like it, we stop ok?"

"Fuck me." He hissed into the cotton pillow. "Fuck me."

I needed no further invitation and pushed forward,

"Oooooooohhh," he groaned as I pushed the bulbous head.

I stopped for a few seconds letting him get used to it before pushing on, then watched fascinated as the first few inches got sucked in. It was everything that I had hoped for and held his hips tightly in my grasp to stop him from pulling away. I needn't of bothered because he actually pushed himself back onto me and suddenly something inside of him gave and the whole seven inches drove inside in one go, Terry yelped then groaned deeply pushing his head back into the pillow.

"Aaaagghhhhh, fuck!"

"Are you ok?" I quickly asked, really concerned that I had hurt him badly and started to pull out. He grabbed my hip with his firm fingers holding me in place tightly to his ass.

"Just wait," he said, breathing heavily. "Just wait."

Terry crooked his neck to look over his shoulder as he softly spoke to me. I felt him start to slowly and gently rock on his knees, then gradually his fingers loosened and he whispered, "Ok, slowly."

I had never felt so sexually alive in my life as I did in that moment. My husband was giving me his permission, his absolute willingness to let me fuck him, to dominate him like we had never done before.

The power that I felt in that moment surged through me, it was something that took me by surprise and I never in a million years thought it would feel like this. I slowly pulled back, not once taking my eyes off of the rubber phallus as it slowly appeared. The stark contrast of the black wet rubber against his pale white skin was an incredibly erotic sight, his tight asshole sucking it back and seemingly unwilling to let it go completely free. The sounds coming from my husband were turning me on much more than the sounds he made during our normal sex escapades and I wanted more, much more.

I started to rock back and forth pushing and pulling giving him more and more on each pass until the whole seven inches were buried deeply inside, my thighs slapped into his spurring me on as his groans got louder and louder.

Reaching around his waist I felt for his cock and balls, his balls were swinging madly with each thrust and he was trying to desperately fuck himself into my fist. I deliberately kept my fist loose not allowing to much contact and he whined at the frustration.

"Let me come, please let me come."

My god this was insane, how had we never done anything like this before in our ten years of marriage. My pussy was actually throbbing behind the back of the dildo and the frustration of not getting my own release was driving me as crazy as his must've been doing to him.

I started to pull back until just the head was inside before plunging hard back into him, my reward was the animalistic grunts coming from his chest and throat as he took everything I had and still wanted more. I really don't know what came over me but grabbing a handful of hair, I pulled his head back arching his body and started to fuck him like he fucks me.

His body started to shake and I couldn't have stopped then even if he had begged me to, I was in a state of what I can only describe of absolute rapture as I drove on and on.

Terry tried to grab his cock to frantically jerk himself but I slapped his arm away grabbing it and pulling it behind him as I fucked harder and harder, I had one hand pulling his wrist back and the other in his hair pulling his head back. My big strong man was balancing on one arm submitting to every whim I had imposed and I think, was loving it as much as I was.

"Oh, Oh, Oh," suddenly he stiffened and screamed, I mean really screamed.

He came up off of the bed upright and slammed back into me taking me by surprise and wrapped both arms back around me pulling me in tighter. I looked around him to see his cock lurching as he sprayed our bed with sticky ropes of cum, it went on and on as I grabbed his shaft and jerked hard. I could feel him holding his breath and grinding his teeth as I rode him through his massive orgasm, his whole body was spasming like never before and I let his cock free wrapping my arms around his strong heaving chest. His head flopped back into the crook of my neck and I kissed his earlobe tenderly as his body started to calm down.

"Fuck Luce, just, fuck!" he slurred as a dribble of saliva ran from the corner of his mouth, I pulled his head around and kissed it away slipping my tongue between his lips.

Terry broke free of my grasp and flopped forward into the puddle of now cold cum that had pooled in streaks on the bed, the rubber cock sprang free as he fell and sprayed lube up his sweaty back, he didn't seem to care and stayed motionless face down.

I needed my own release and clambered off of the bed trying desperately to disentangle myself from the harness. I threw it away to the carpet and climbed back on, turning him as I did and thank god his cock was still hard. I plunged down on it in one stroke taking him fully inside my body far easier than I had ever done previously, we were both so wet it that it squelched and farted as I took him in. Terry was covered in his own cum but neither of us cared as I flopped down onto him searching for his mouth. We kissed more passionately that I can ever remember as I rode him trying to reach my own orgasm, but he had other ideas.

He stood with me still embedded and flipped us throwing me down into our combined puddle of goo, then climbed between my legs and growled, "Now, it's my turn."

Terry slammed into me taking no prisoners, it felt like a real hate-fuck and it was wonderful. I sank my nails into his broad shoulders and it just seemed to spur him on to fuck me harder, it was easily the best fuck of my life and I screamed through a gut-wrenching orgasm. It happened so quickly and when it hit, it felt like my insides were being ripped from me. It was so intense, so hard that it was painful and it brought me to tears but it was the type of orgasm that I wanted over and over, never to end.

When it was finally over, I had never in my life felt so drained. I flopped back down into the mess and he wrapped his big strong arms around my back holding me tightly into his heaving chest. He had tears in his eyes too and whispered how much he loved me, I whispered the same back and we lay like that locked together until we felt the strength to eventually clamber off of the bed and clean ourselves up. My new lingerie was a mess of sticky cum and mixed fluids and we literally had to peel it off of my body.

Terry stepped into the shower closely followed by myself and we lovingly washed each other down, I had never in wildest dreams ever dreamt of making love like that, I didn't know it could feel like this. I mean we had made love before loads of times and it was wonderful, but not in the way we had tonight, tonight took us to another level.

My husband took my hand and walked me back into our bedroom, the bed was wrecked and we both giggled like kids. Ten minutes later with fresh linen, we snuggled into each-other's arms then he spooned me and we drifted off to sleep.

I was very much looking forward to a next stage in our loving marriage.

The End.