Not quite a pegging story but certainly pegging-adjacent and the first in a series I wrote for my wife. And reasonably close to true; it’s a combination of a couple of encounters we have had.

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“Ok, just lift that up…yeah…”

“Ouch, that pinched.”

“Sorry, ok, now turn around…too tight? Ok, lemme let this out…”

She looked down at her husband on his knees trying to figure out where the straps went, what was pinching her leg, and trying to tug and align things so the actual padding was in the right spot to be comfortable when the dildo was in. It feels kinda silly with that dayglo thing hanging there she thought, but he’s excited and has been asking for this for a while.

He continued to pull and adjust for another minute, turning her this way and that, before deciding that things were as good as they were going to get. He kissed her hip, stood up and backed away, and ran his gaze from her calves up her thighs to her ass, the black straps of the harness in contrast to her pale skin.

“Hold on,” he said, as he lifted up one of her cheeks and tucked the nylon strap just below it, “there, now it sorta frames your butt, like the work of art it is,” giving the flesh there a caress and gentle squeeze. “How does it feel?”

She rolled her eyes at his compliment. She didn’t feel like her butt was a work of art, but he was always quick to gush over her and proclaim her beauty. “It’s ok, it’s not digging in anywhere or pinching; the material isn’t the softest but there aren’t any sharp seams or anything. Tuck the excess straps in so they aren’t flapping in the…yeah, like that.” As she answered, she turned around and stood before him and watched his expression as his eyes continued to take her in.

Whatever her own self image was, he was clearly smitten, enamored, and in awe of her. He saw something maybe she didn’t, and was constantly dumbstruck.

“Holy fuck me, you’re hot. Mmmm! You’re the sexiest goddamned thing I’ve ever seen, woman.” He loved her, pounds and all, squish and all. She looked down and could just see the dildo sticking out past her belly.

She blushed faintly, then made a face at him, grabbed her tits to hold them in place, and started twisting her hips side to side, causing the dildo sticking out from between her legs to swing back and forth. “It feels pretty ridiculous,” she said, “and I still don’t really know why you want to give me a blowjob, I can’t feel it.”

“I think it would be fun,” he replied. “We’ve had this for a long time and never use it, you fucked me a couple of times but said it’s hard to be in the right mood for it. I like the role reversal a lot, I really want you to just use me, and thought this would be fun without making it feel like a big production. I still want you to bend me over and fuck my ass, but this is a little step. Some fun oral, a little different foreplay, then we move on to our usual fooling around. Besides, I want you to get used to wearing it and I want to help you feel sexy while you do, and worshipping you and your sexy glowing cock sounds like a good way to do it.”

He had told her earlier in the day that he wanted to get the strapon out again, and when she started to protest, he’d said that no, not like that, he knows that mentally and emotionally she needs to be in the right headspace, but maybe something a little lighter and easier.

“This is important to me, I’ve been patient and waited a long time and I really want to do something with you. I mean, I can play with it on my own, I know I can fuck it or suck it if I feel like it, but this is something I want to share with you, part of me, what I like, who I am, and I want you to be involved. I don’t want you to turn me around and pound me until your stomach muscles cramp up…again…, and today isn’t a good day for that anyway, but I’ve been thinking for a while that I want to blow you.”

“Ok,” she sighed, “we will see what we can do if we go to bed early.” She felt a little guilty, the strapon was kind of her idea in the first place and she very rarely wanted to use it. The first few times with it were…not good, and it sat for years in the drawer unused. He had brought it back up a year or so ago and they had a couple of good experiences with it, well, good except for the cramping. But she felt weird wearing it, self-conscious, awkward, like it was a better idea on paper than in practice.

And now here she is, swinging a dayglo orange dildo back and forth and giggling while her husband tells her how sexy she looks. She’s trying to be a little silly, goofy, it’s how she’s always been, it’s part of why he loves her so, and he’s being serious and lustful and ravenous and trying desperately to compliment her in a way she can believe.

He believes, she knows he does, and she’d been on the receiving end of body worship enough times to know that when he says he thinks she’s the “sexiest goddamned thing in the world, woman”, he means it. He steps forward, she puts her arms on his shoulders, and they kiss. His fingers caress her face, he places the palm of his hand on her chest just below her neck, and he can feel her heartbeat and the heat of her flush.

“Ok, yeah,” he says when they break the kiss, “it’s a little stupid and silly, and it’s pulling on my leg hair,” before looking down between them at the silicone poking him in the leg, its tacky surface catching on his leg hair. They chuckle together in the way that lovers who have 25 years of comfort can recognize that while sex is emotional and intimate and all that mushy stuff, there are still the unsexy details that you just have to live with.

She looked in his eyes and smiled. “So…you gonna suck my dick or what?”

He smiled, nuzzled her neck, and she felt his fingers wrap around her cock as he kissed his way down her body and onto his knees in front of her.

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He was nervous but excited. Even just telling her what he wanted to do made him feel very exposed, vulnerable. During one of their previous conversations around pegging she’d asked if he was gay. No, he didn’t think so, and while he fantasizes often about lots of things, none of them have ever been about another guy. But the idea of her cock in his mouth, in his ass, that was enticing.

And now he held the thing in his hand, on his knees in front of her, his love, as her fingertips brushed the top of his head. He kissed the tip, ran his tongue around the head, before taking the first inch between his lips. He could smell her, and she was intoxicating, but it stood in contrast to the taste in his mouth.

It totally didn’t matter, he was doing something he’d fantasized about, even practiced on the occasional mornings when he had the house to himself, and she was making all the right sounds to encourage him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathed, “aahhh…,” her fingers on his head applying the slightest pressure to go deeper. He happily complied, taking her in until his lips touched his own hand wrapped around the base of her cock and her head teasing the back of his mouth. He held it there while his tongue slid along the underside of the shaft before slowly pulling back until just the head was being caressed by his lips.

“You like that, do you baby?”

She moaned her assent and he began kissing her thighs and belly and hips, swirling his tongue over her skin, suckling until he left a small mark just where her leg meets her hip and eliciting a genuine moan of pleasure. He nudged her legs apart slightly and ran his hand up her inner thigh, finding them tacky from her moisture before letting his thumb part her lips and caress her clit.

Her knees buckled slightly before she caught herself. She didn’t expect much actual stimulation even though he had told her earlier he had no intention of just letting her fake the whole thing. Truth be told, what he’s doing with the dildo is pretty fucking hot, I’m throbbing, she thought. I wasn’t expecting to come, but he may just get me there. She knew he would, whether during this weird little tryst or afterwards. He was always enthusiastic.

He ran his tongue from its spot on her hip along her pubis and up the shaft of her cock, then took her quickly to the back of his mouth. His head bobbed back and forth, her hand resting gently on the back of his head, and she resumed her moans of pleasure.

He took his hand from where it had been wrapped around her shaft as a backstop and started pressing deeper against her. She began thrusting gently, matching his rhythm for a few moments.

“How far do you want to go?,” she asked. His excitement and the tension of their earlier conversation had put discussion of specifics from his mind.

He pulled back from her cock, both to respond as well as to give his jaw a break. “All the way,” he said. “This bit with the face fucking, I really like that, and you’re not hurting me. I see why you need to take breaks when you suck my dick though.” They both chuckled and she smiled at him.

“So as deep as I want, huh?”

“Please, and I’ll tell you if it’s too much or too hard. Just let me get used to it before the fucking starts.” He licked his lips, swallowed, put his mouth back on her, and she started moving her hips again while his thumb worked its magic.

He soon felt the tip at the back of his mouth and the cessation of her movement. He relaxed his jaw, took a breath, and allowed her to enter his throat. It was not the first time he had done this so he knew what to expect. Frankly, it was one of his favorite parts of his practicing and he felt a little proud at what he had worked his way up to.

His nose touched the fabric of the strapon’s padding, and she held him there. He worked his tongue as best he could as he felt the tears welling in his eyes. His breath caught, his body jerking slightly as it involuntarily tried to inhale. One hand was behind her hips, fingers clenching at her cheeks, pulling forward, deeper, the other trapped between her thighs and vigorously rubbing her clit.

Her hands were behind his head holding him down and the sounds coming from her mouth were unlike any he had heard her make in their decades together. She sounded savage, primal, her body in its own involuntary convulsions as she came.

Ten, maybe fifteen minutes they went on like this. Well, maybe seconds, but time is funny when you’re deep throating your wife for the first time and your wife is surprised to be coming this way from oral sex on a dildo.

Finally he let go of her ass, she released her hold on his head, and her cock slipped from his throat and past his lips. Thick saliva ran down his chin and onto his chest, tears streamed from his eyes down his face, and he looked up at her. The flush on her chest told him immediately that nothing about this was faked for his benefit.

He pulled a corner of the bedsheet to his face and wiped himself down, then stood up and looked in her eyes, both of them heaving breaths, both hearts pounding in their chests, and he smiled at her. She returned it, pulled him close, and kissed him.

“I…, that…, jelly,” she panted.

“A—agree,” he responded, trying to get the words from his brain to his sore jaw, “you are the sexiest goddamned thing I’ve ever seen, woman, and we are definitely doing that again.”

“I love you, my goofball.”

“And I love you, my sexual goddess.”

She giggled. He giggled. It was the only blowjob for either of them that night, but far from the only orgasm.