She Pegged Me, And I Liked It!

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I was raised up rather protected sexually. My fiancé was too. When we met, I was somewhat more experienced than she was. That first time we met, we had intercourse. The expression on her face said it all, a mixture of shame, love, trust and fear. She was a bit disturbed and confused but very proud and fulfilled.  How was I to know that in the future my wife would peg me!

I got married a year after we first had sex and my relationship with her was very satisfying. My wife and I began to overcome all of the embarrassments that had been bothering us that previous year. I had what I thought was a successful marriage, complete with two children. On the job side, my wife became much more assertive, confident and successful.

Things became different in bed too! My wife began to be more assertive and more enthusiastic to have a great time sexually and more often than not took the position on top. A year ago she would even giggle at my efforts to give her oral sex, she began to love what she was previously embarrassed for me to do.

It was shortly after that she brought up the idea of having anal sex. She had been to a bachelorettes party and one of the ladies said she had been doing it with and to her partner and it was really great at equaling their relationship. I was really frightened, to put it mildly. Visions of being gay ran through my mind both to give it to her but more at the thought of receiving it.   My wife assured me that I was not nor would I ever become gay, but I tried my level best to let the topic die a natural death, but she would not give up on the idea.   She brought it up every now and then and eventually she invited me on a date to meet for dinner and then go to a some sex shops to explore the different sex toys and aids available that would ultimately spice up our sex life..

My wife and I had a marvelous dinner in Ramsgate and then after went and to the adult lifestyle centre in Kogarah.   I was amazed at the many collections of adult toys available but my wife always took me over to the strap on section and particularly at the pegging toys that were there. We both chuckled and I found myself accepting how normal this seemed to be starting with declining all the pegging toys shown to me to starting to say,

‘No, that one’s too large’.

Finally we found the largest range of strap-ons we had come across in the store and found a harness with a dildo that was on the smaller side, but still seemed to me bigger that a barnyard.  We settled on this one and purchased it.  My wife was so excited where I was more nervous and agreed that his was a special Friday night that I did not want to spoil so would do the deed on Saturday night.

The whole Saturday I was nervous whilst my wife was whistling and singing without a care in the world.  It was like she had taken off ten years, whereas I felt ten years old.  Soon evening came and we took the children safely to the baby-sitter’s.  When we returned home we took our attires off and caressed, kissed and then took a relaxing bath with lovely candles and scented bubbles.  As we got out of the bath my wife handed me douche and reality struck me that my virgin ass was going to be penetrated.  I did what I had to do and was anally cleansed and walked slowly to the bedroom where my wife was waiting in a very sexy negligee.

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The room had ambient music, candles were lit and in all other aspects it was romantic and soothing however I realized now we were set to go. I looked at her.

“Are you done?” She asked me.

” Yes honey, everything squeaky clean,” I answered.

I could not believe I was going to do that. I hesitantly took myself over to the bed and lay down. She went over to our dressing room closet and was gone a few minutes and when she returned was fully harnessed. I think I must have gasped. The vision of that projectile protruding from her, meant for me, brought everything home. It was real. I was just about to be ass fucked.

She smiled at me, sensing my anxiety. “Don’t you worry honey,” she said, “there’s’ nothing to fear.”

She was now on top of me, pressed the tip of the dildo to my face and told me to lube it up, shaking however I put on as much as I wanted. I did it exhaustively. She then got up, went over to the hi-fi and put on a new track, turned it up really high, and then came back into bed.  This is just the beginning of how I was going to get pegged!

We had talked about this moment for some days and I remembered all the rules. Resist the urge to tighten up, be calm, relax and it will fit fine.

“Fine, honey,” she said, “all is ready.”

I lay on my back, spread my legs as wide apart as I could and raised my bottom up into the air. She made a sigh and the next thing I sensed was the dong feeling sticky rubbing up against my middle thigh and balls and around those areas. In hindsight this was really funny as my wife was totally an amateur with harness and dildo and using it clumsily. At that moment I froze feeling her uncertainty and making my own fears and trepidation’s greater.  This did not appear to be going according to plan.

“Honey, it is not going to work out if you are so afraid,” she said, “just relax ease back.

I tried to as she had guided the head of the dildo with one of her hands and the next thing I knew and felt was the tip of it touch my anus. Then slowly it began to enter. This time again I tensed up and it felt very horrible and painful and I cried out. She then withdrew and said relax and rubbed the back of my thighs and ass cheeks.  Quietly without my knowledge she applied a bit more lube, and gently rested the dildo to just outside of my anus.

“Please try again honey,” she said, “believe me it will be fine.”

I did exactly that and began to swivel my hips and groove to the music. I put my arms back down again and now got lost in the tune, which was thrashing and very loud. I pushed back but this time I did not resist at all. Slowly, gently the dildo pressed in and all of a sudden it just slid inside.

I gasped and groaned.

“Oh my goodness,” “Mmmmmmh!” she said, “Here is more honey.”

With that, she inserted the full length of that strap on dildo inside of me.

Another “Oh my God” from me.

Then the pushing began. “Keep with me babe,” she said.

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I tried imitate what she had done for me hundreds of times whilst having marital sex, bucking my hips up in pace to meet her stabs. I could not believe it. All my life I thought I had been and would be the perpetrator even when my wife was more aggressive and now I was copping it up the ass.  I knew that there was no doubt as to who was doing what to who. Now as the one being penetrated, I was on the other side. She had gotten her way to give it to me and me give up my anal virginity. She had thrusted, probed and done other kind of things, all to her own point of view and without much concern as to what I really wanted. She had been the one in control, self-assured, cool while I’d been afraid, out of control and emotional.

To say I did not enjoy it would be a lie. I had a great and intense orgasm. My mind had whirled at the experience; and my body had been elevated and enjoyed almost every second of it. Even the pain that I had felt at the start was rewarded in the end by pleasure.  After orgasm I became emotional and started to cry.  I told my wife all these things and opened up to her as she had to me on many occasions when I thought I had been making love to her but now knew that I was just exercising my physical dominance over her. She had loved being in charge from the look of things for a change and how good it felt to be in control of things, very different to usually being under control. What really amazed her was how protective she had become of me when she noticed that I was now defenseless and vulnerable. She felt like she had conquered me but at the same time wanted to protect me and make sure I was alright. After all, I’d just done what she wanted me to and surrendered my virgin ass.

She pegged me and I liked it!



My Wife Forced Me Into Being Cuckolded Male!

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I couldn’t believe it!

Well that’s not strictly true, but the day I became a cuckolded male still came as a surprise.  The whirlwind romance with Samantha led to marriage in only three weeks. My family and friends thought I was crazy to go on holidays with a woman I just met. They thought I was even crazier when I came back with a wedding ring on my finger. But I was caught up in the moment and it seemed the right thing to do. I was sure what I was feeling was true love and believed it was the same for Samantha.

That morning I woke up to the life of a cuckold up is etched on my memory and I realized that my idea of true love and my new wife’s were something completely different. In the drowsiness of trying to shake sleep from my mind I thought I was still dreaming. The ties around my wrists were tightly secured to the metal headboard and as I came fully awake I realized what was happening was more than a dream.

What the…” I started as I pulled against the ties and struggled to release myself.

The soft laugh from the side of the bed made me stop and I turned to see Samantha watching me.

“Morning darling,” she said and laughed again. She seemed to be enjoying the confusion on my face.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Oh…,” she went on slowly. “I thought the time had come to show you who the boss in this marriage is.”

‘What?” I repeated as my confusion grew.

This only seemed to amuse Samantha more and her laughter got louder as she stood. I was suddenly aware of what she was wearing and the breath caught in my throat. The cute babydoll nightgown barely came to the top of her thighs and the sheer black material offered a hint that she was wearing nothing below it.

I do love you dear,” she said, “but…, you’re not the only man I think that about.”

The words brought my gaze up to meet hers.

This is a joke right,” I said, but the look on her face told me otherwise before she even spoke.

“No…, it’s true,” she went on. “And I need to keep you under control to make sure I can enjoy what my boyfriend gives me. It’s something you’ll never be able to.”

She grabbed the bed-covers and dragged them down my naked body until the small device came in view. My eyes opened wide as I stared at my penis, or more precisely what was strapped onto it.”

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A Male Chastity Device” Samantha said slowly. She stroked her fingers on the smooth metal then lifted the small padlock with one hand and revealed the key in her other. The situation seemed to be spiraling out of control by the second and I could only watch as she dropped the padlock and bent down to bring her mouth close to mine. I waited for the kiss, but it didn’t come and I felt the warmth of her breath on my ear as she moved to whisper to me.

“Like I said…, I need to keep you under control so I can take what my boyfriend gives me,” Samantha said.

“What are you talking about,” I exclaimed. “What boyfriend? I thought we were in love. I thought…”


Samantha’s loud shout stopped my words and I looked on in shock as the muscular man walked in the bedroom. The panic hit me and I struggled to get free, but the ties binding me to the headboard were too tight and in the end I had no choice but to give up.

“This is John,” Samantha introduced.

“Get out,” I shouted, but the humiliation kicked in as the two of them laughed then kissed.

“I told you he was small,” Samantha said as

she returned to the bed and lifted the chastity device.

It brought more laughter from John and my humiliation grew.

“Samantha,” I pleaded, but her look ended my words.

“You’re my cuckolded husband,” she taunted me as she continued to stroke her fingers on the metal of the device strapped around my penis. “This little thing won’t always satisfy me,” she went on. “Which is why I need, no I crave something more.” This was the day I became a cuckolded Male.  All I could do was watch as she moved to the side of the bed and beckoned John to approach. Her fingers worked the button and zipper at his waist free and she dragged down his jeans. I heard her gasp as she saw the signs of an erection already coming to life and as she stroked it through the thin material of boxer shorts it continued to grow. Samantha finally dragged the underwear down to let a massive erection spring up in front of her face.

“Oh yeah…,” she groaned as her fingers wrapped around the hardness.

I wanted to look away, but was transfixed by the sight of my new wife stroking touches up and down such a huge member. I felt the shame that was brought on by the hot rush of blood, but my penis was trapped in place by the chastity device and I had to control myself.  Samantha grabbed John’s hips and moved him so that she could turn and meet my gaze. The smile flashed across her face as she leaned forward to press her lips on the head of her boyfriend’s erection. It was torture to watch as she let the hardness slowly slip in her mouth, but I couldn’t look away. I wanted to shout stop, but knew I would be wasting my time. Her lips were stretched so wide by the thickness and she kept pushing down so she could take more. I was only as she gagged that she pulled back up and started to bob her head. The oral sex quickly became frantic as she lost herself in the thrill of it, and I had to endure listening to the excited groans of John. He finally grabbed her hair to stop her and pulled her off him.

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“Get on the bed,” he ordered and Samantha did what she was told straight away.

She got on her hands and knees over me

and I looked up at the sheen of sweat on her forehead. The ecstasy of what was happening showed in her eyes as we locked gazes and I knew there was no point in pleading with her to stop. John grabbed the babydoll nightgown and dragged it from her body to leave her naked over me and he was quick to get on the bed behind my wife. A look of pure delight flashed across her face as the head of a huge, solid shaft pressed between her thighs. Her breathing quickened in expectation of the penetration and she closed her eyes when it came. I wanted to do the same as the torture of being a cuckolded male unfolded in all its glory above me, but could not. I watched my wife’s face as the thick erection plunged inside until she was taking every last inch. Even then she pushed back, desperate for more. Her eyes opened again and she winced as John’s fingers dug in her hips. As he held on, he started to thrust and Samantha’s body shook as the erotic onslaught on her naked body grew in ferocity. She started to moan as her passion climbed until it was almost overwhelming her.

The noises of frantic sex filled my ears and the humiliation burned on my cheeks. Samantha pushed back eagerly as John continued to thrust forward and their bodies slammed together forcefully as they took their pleasure from each other. Their moans grew louder until the thrill of the moment started to overwhelm them.  As the orgasm hit Samantha and ripped through her naked body she dropped her head down to kiss me. I could taste her sweat and her muffled groans were almost desperate as she succumbed to the attentions of her lover. Strong shudders wracked her body as her climax came to a peak. She pulled out of the kiss and grinned at me as John continued to pound forward until he could hold back no longer.

His loud groan signaled his release and Samantha convulsed as she was flooded with the seed of her lover. She grabbed hold of the chastity device as if to taunt me, while John unloaded everything he had inside what I thought was mine.  It was obvious that her body was not exclusively mine though and that I was going to have to live the life of a cuckolded male if I wanted to keep my wife. Knowing this was torture, but as Samantha looked at me I knew I couldn’t walk away from her.

“It feels so good,” she said as John left himself buried deep inside her until the power drained from his erection.

He wiped himself clean on her naked skin when he pulled out and was gone as quickly as he arrived. I could feel the drip of his seed landing on my body and wanted to pull away. It was impossible though. Samantha kissed me again and laughed as she got up to walk to the bathroom. It left me tied to the bed, with my penis still encased in the Key Male Chastity Device.

Torture,” I mumbled and the images of the sex remained in my head to taunt me of my new found life as I became a cuckolded male. There was nothing I could do though until Samantha returned and released me.




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