Jack stood naked in the bathroom doorway. It was 7 a.m. Saturday morning, and he had just finished depilating his body from the waist down, as I had instructed him.
"Looking good, honey. Nice and smooth," I said. I motioned him towards the bed. We had a rustic king-size bed, the legs of which were made of polished 8-inch thick logs. The headboard consisted of five 4-inch thick logs set horizontally about 2 inches apart between the two legs at the head of the bed. If you looked closely, you might notice that the logs forming the bed were studded with 1.25-inch eyebolts at strategic locations.
"Lay down, lover, so I can rev you up for our 'Nothing but Work Around the House Weekend!'"
"Yes, Miss Susan," Jack responded. He was on his back, with his arms spread, and pointed towards the corners of the head of the bed. I buckled a leather cuff on each wrist; these were each attached by braided leather ropes to one of the eyebolts I mentioned. He thought that he was going to get an orgasm to start off the weekend, but little did he know what I had in store for him!
Jack and I are in our early thirties; I'm an electrical engineer, he's a chemical engineer. We met in grad school, and have been married just over six years. Our sex life was always fine, as far as I was concerned; I was definitely satisfied, unlike some of my girlfriends. But a little over a year ago, Jack had brought up pegging. I wasn't *against* it; beyond seeing an occasional item on the web about how pegging was increasing in popularity, I just hadn't thought about it much. I didn't tell Jack "no," but I did say I wanted a little time to think about it.
Being somewhat of a geek, I started reading up on pegging. The human anal area is full of nerve endings, and of course, in men, there's the prostate. On a purely physical basis, I knew Jack was interested in experiencing the pleasure pegging could bring him. Somewhat more intriguing was what women had to say about it, regarding the inversion of the power dynamic. Many women said that being the "aggressor," the penetrator, and so on, and having their partner in a submissive position, was why they liked pegging. I decided that, yes, I'd be willing to indulge Jack, and at the same time see for myself what it was like.
I had a dildo, but I didn't fancy Jack using it in his ass to prepare himself for pegging. So, we selected a butt plug of moderate size that would be just for him. He took care of inserting it; he sometimes wore it during regular sex, and sometimes simply had it in ass during evenings to stretch himself. I ordered a strap-on harness that had gathered several comments from women touting its comfort and fit, and Jack and I together selected a nice, black dildo, with some ridges on it. It measured 6.5" long, and 1.25" in diameter. Unbeknownst to Jack, I took the liberty of updating the order to a larger size: 8" long, and 1.75" in diameter. It just seemed hotter, and besides, what Jack didn't know wouldn't... worry him. I told him that when our order arrived, I wanted to open it.
A week later, the harness and dildo arrived. I tried it on without telling Jack, and I have to tell you, standing in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, it looked pretty good jutting out in front of me. I stood there, feet about shoulder width apart, hands on my hips, admiring my reflection. Surprising myself, I began to get a little turned on.
On Friday morning, I told Jack he might want to consider wearing his butt plug to work, because tonight was the night. He smiled, and said that he thought he was ready. I laughed, and said, "OK; it's your ass on the line!"
All day at work, I was picturing how the evening would go. I had originally thought about this as simply accommodating a desire of Jack's, but the image of myself with a powerful cock kept appearing in my mind's eye.
That evening we had a light dinner, and both of us had three glasses of wine, rather than our usual two. As we cleaned up the kitchen, Jack had his hands all over me, and it was obvious that he was sporting a boner.
"Ready to take some dick, honey?," I asked; "Yours seems to be pretty happy right now."
