Over the past two years of on again off again quarantines and stay at home orders, Rob and Jill had sort of settled into a nighttime routine. They both had the good fortune of being able to work at home, but Rob was almost always finished an hour before Jill. He would finish up around 330 and head to the garage to do some light exercise, listen to music, or read a book. She would keep plugging away until 430 or sometimes 5, then take over the garage for a more vigorous workout that Rob both admired (from a distance) but wanted no parts of. Jill had always been the more physically fit, having played soccer all through school and into college. Rob was no slouch, but fitness came more naturally to him. He preferred strenuous hikes and kayaking to lifting weights or running in a treadmill.
By the time Jill finished her workout, Rob was typically in the kitchen working on dinner. He had become quite the chef over the course of the pandemic, learning all sorts of new recipes and then adding his own flare. After they ate, Jill would do the dishes while Rob would enjoy a nice bourbon in their patio. When she finished cleaning up, they would retire to their family room to watch TV for an hour or so before heading to bed.
Their sex life has picked up initially, sparked by the proximity and newness of being around each other all the time. In the first months of quarantine they were like rabbits, fucking multiple times a day all over the house and trying new things. But two years in saw that fiery passion wane a bit. They would still have sex once or twice a week, and nothing too crazy. That was until last week...
Unbeknownst to Rob, Jill had recently been using her "extra hour" to research ways to reset and rekindle that fiery passion from earlier in the pandemic. She started browsing the internet but quickly went to the Hub to see what was popular. Nothing seemed to really jump out at her until she came across a woman fucking her man with a strap on dildo. Immediately it ignited a spark in her she didn't know she had. It was like her crotch was on fire. She watched video after video to confirm to herself that this was what she was looking for. She found herself rubbing her clit over her yoga pants, but stifled her sounds, lest Rob hear her and discover what she had been up to.
Needing some release but not wanting to tip her hand, she went into the bathroom and quickly took off her yoga pants, slid her thing to the side, plunged two fingers inside her soaking pussy. She bit a towel to soften the noise of her orgasm, which came very quickly.
Jill was curious if having gotten off her interest would subside, but returning to her desk only strengthened her resolve that she needed to fuck Rob in the ass. Knowing that her work day was supposed to have ended about 10 minutes ago, she logged off and composed herself so that she could settle in to her nightly routine.
The next day she spent much of her time researching best practices and advice for how to peg her husband, as she discovered it was called. She watched more videos and found herself in the bathroom once more, biting the towel as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. Eventually she devised a plan to convince Rob to comply and ordered herself a relatively small and inexpensive strap on dildo.
Over the next couple of days as she waited for her package to arrive, Jill started trying out some new things in the bedroom. She wanted to assert some dominance, something she never really did. Rob was always so sexually confident that she never needed to anything but be naked (and sometimes not even that) to have really good sex. But she was determined that this was what she needed to do to get inside his ass.
So the next evening instead of exercising after work, as was her routine, she changed out of her customary work from attire of yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt into an old lingerie set that Rob has purchased for their 5 year anniversary trip to Paris. It was lacy, dark blue, and came with fishnets, which she had seen a lot of women wear while pegging their man in the videos she watched.
She tied her hair up in a messy bun, out on a pair of black pumps, and sauntered into the garage where Rob was listening to old record. As she entered the room she saw Rob's jaw fall open in slow motion. His eyes locked onto her as she walked over to the record player, lifted the needle and gently set it in the off position without saying a word.
"What's happening?" Rob asked with some nervous excitement but obvious confusion.
He barely had time to finish his question before she barked at him. "Get on the floor, now" Jill ordered.
