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I grew up rather sheltered sexually. My wife Kathi too. By the time we met, I was slightly more experienced than her. The first time we had intercourse, the look on her face said it all—a mixture of fear, trust, love, shame. She was a bit traumatized and confused but in the end very proud and satisfied. We were married two years later and our relationship was very satisfying.
Kathi and I began to overcome all of the inhibitions that had been put into us all those years. We had what we thought was a successful marriage, complete with four. On the career side, Kathi became much more confident and assertive.
Things changed in wife pegged me too. Kathi became more assertive and more willing to have a good time. Years ago she would giggle or cringe at an attempt to give her oral sex. Now she loves it. So, several years ago, she first brought up the idea of anal.
I was, to put it mildly, petrified. She brought it up the next morning and eventually we made a date for the next day to meet for lunch and then go to a sex-toy store. We went, we looked, and I was surprised at how many pegging toys there were.
We eventually decided to do the deed the on Saturday. Now we were ready. She looked at me. She went over to a closet and finally reappeared, fully harnessed. I must have gasped. The sight of that missile protruding from her, meant for me, brought everything home. This was real. I was about to get fucked. She smiled, sensing my apprehension.
I did, thoroughly. Then she got up, walked over to the stereo, cranked it up really loud, and came back into bed. Be calm. Resist the urge to tighten up. It will fit fine. She looked at me and the next thing I felt was a plastic, sticky object rubbing up against my inner thigh and balls. In hindsight, this was funny: Kathi was a total amateur with wife pegged me harness and dildo. But at the time I tensed up. She guided the head with her hand and the next thing I felt was the tip touching my anus.
Then, slowly, it began to enter. I tensed up and felt horrible. She withdrew, quietly applied a bit more lube, and returned it to just outside my anus. I put my arms back and got lost in the music, which was pounding and loud. The pushing returned but this time I did wife pegged me resist. Slowly, slowly, the dildo pressed in and then all of a sudden it just slid forward.
Then the thrusting began. Then she slowed down, stopped bucking, and begin to maneuver the dildo deeper inside me. Back to bucking. This time with greater force. Then slowing down. I was totally drained, and yet I did my best to keep up with her.
Her moves were smooth and not too fast. I met them again. What an odd sensation. It was so impersonal. It was as though my private parts were just there to be used by her. She lay atop me, eyes half glazed, staring into space or at the wall or something, but not at me.
After some time, she again stopped, looked down, kissed me, and put her head on my shoulder.
Unbelievably, I felt the shaft probe deeper. I was laying on my back, in a daze. Oh well.
I proceeded to give her oral sex. It was a relief to be back in a more typical situation, one that probably lasted longer than the screwing I had just received and at least produced orgasms on her part. We lay holding each other for quite a while. Then, I was shocked when she put the harness back on. I assumed the position, but she asked me to turn over and get on my knees. We were going to do it doggie-style. I acquiesced, and quickly felt her hands holding my butt and then the dildo pressing up against its target.
Wife pegged me zoomed in, I gasped, and then it began probing. And again. Finally, she hit the spot, I moaned, got hard and came, very intensely. Mercifully, she withdrew and we lay next to each other and cuddled. It was over. We said nothing for a while, just holding each other tightly.
And what had just happened? The physical act had been one thing, and a weird one at that. But the psychological effects were just beginning to waft in. All my life I had been the penetrator and even when the woman was aggressive, there was no doubt as to who was doing what to whom. But now, as the one being penetrated, I was on the other side. That was a real trip.
My mind had reeled at the experience; and my body had enjoyed almost every second of it. Even the pain and there was pain was rewarded in the end by pleasure. I told her all these things. She told me how she loved being in charge for a change and how great it felt to be able to control me, as opposed to usually being under wife pegged me control. She said that what really surprised her was how protective she became of me when she realized that I was now vulnerable to her. Yeah, I thought sarcastically, you really acted protectively. I nodded. I was surprised by that too, but a little angry that that was how she felt.
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