Me and my wife Emily had been together since we were in school. We were childhood sweethearts. We met at the beginning of secondary school and by the time we were halfway through the school year, we were officially together. I proposed when we were 20 and we were married by the time we were 23. Luckily, we both had gotten ourselves into decent jobs. Emily was a marketing officer, and I was a manager of an IT systems company. This meant buying our own place and getting married wasn't much of an issue, hence the reason we got married young.
Emily is gorgeous. She's 5'11 which is great because I'm just over 6ft and I've always had a thing for tall women. She has an amazing figure from all the gym workouts she does every week. Her ass looked incredible, and she wouldn't let me anywhere near it when we had sex. She also had tattoos which I loved. She had half a sleeve on the top of her arm, one cheeky one on her ass, a flowered theme tattoo on her thigh and the usual tramp stamp, but I loved it. She also had a dominant side which I think came from her job role. She had to be assertive to make sure she was meeting her targets.
Me on the other hand, I'm Jamie. Me and Emily were both now 26. I'd been in my current job since taking an apprenticeship when I left school and had worked my way up the ladder to the manager. Both our jobs were only Monday to Friday meaning we had a lot of time together on weekends and often spent time away on holiday whenever we had chance. I had gone through a transformation over the last 12 months. Having a desk job meant I'd gained a lot of weight over the years, so I joined the gym with Emily. A lot of my older family members had struggled with heart problems, so I wanted to be healthier for my own future. Working out with Emily was intense, not only was it difficult to not just stand and stare at her but she also worked out like a beast. I'd finally gotten into a position though where I was comfortable with my body and no longer was overweight... basically I'd gotten rid of my beer belly.
With my increased fitness though, our sex life went from strength to strength. We spent a lot of time fucking constantly on a weekend and the attraction to each other was stronger than ever. But for me there always felt like something was missing. I had two major fetishes; Emily only knows about one of them. The one she knows about is lingerie, and I don't mean me wearing it. As we've got older, I think Emily has started to appreciate lingerie more and more. Every pair of panties she owns now is pretty much sexy apart from when she had her usual time of the month and she wanted to be comfy. I'd been obsessed with lingerie for years and whenever I watched porn, if they didn't have lingerie on when they were undressing, I would lose interest quickly. Emily fully invested in this, and she grew to love wearing sexy lingerie. On our wedding night she looked incredible. She unclipped her wedding dress which fell to the floor, and she was left standing in a white lace bodysuit, stockings and a garter. It's safe to say we didn't sleep much that night.
Now though, I feel like I was approaching my most difficult challenge. You see, my other fantasy and fetish was to be pegged by a woman. For those of you who don't know what pegging is, it's where a woman wears a strap on and fucks you up the ass. This has been something I've wanted to do for years. I've watched porn for years with it and I've also explored my own ass with my fingers which gave me more pleasure than I ever thought it would. The main problem I had was how could I bring this up to my wife without her thinking I'm weird. I immediately assumed that she would call me gay, say I can't be completely straight if I wanted it or even chuck a pair of panties at me and say wear those if you want to be fucked. Every time I thought about telling her, my stomach did somersaults.
I started to do my research and ended up on Reddit. I joined a couple of sub Reddits about pegging and I was so surprised at how many couples were now doing this. I put a couple of posts around about how people spoke to their wives and girlfriends about how they brought it up. I received a lot of replies and a lot of them all pushed towards the same thing, a website called 'Pegging Paradise'. I looked at it, and it seemed to give me all the answers I needed. So now it was time for the conversation.
We were in bed one night after another amazing night of sex, apart from this night we did something different. She came out of the bedroom all dressed up in some orange lace lingerie and I threw her onto the bed. Instead of fucking her, I made tonight all about her hoping it would work in my favour. I fingered her till she came twice, and my hand was covered in her juices. I then went down on her and tasted her wonderful pussy, making her orgasm another twice until it was too sensitive to continue. She pulled me up and we kissed, my hard cock now pressing into her stomach.
She reached down and gave me a gentle tug, 'Fuck babe, that was incredible. I don't think I've got anything left to give. What brought that on?'
I laid next to her on the bed, and she cuddled into me, 'well I was hoping I could ask you about something?'
'Oh yeah,' she said. 'What is it? A weekend away with the guys?'
'Well, it's actually to do with ass play...' I said waiting for some sort of response.
She quickly slapped my chest, 'We've talked about this, you know that's not happening.'
'Well,' I stuttered. 'What if I wasn't talking about you?'
She raised her head from my chest and looked at me with wide eyes. 'What do you mean exactly?' She looked shocked.
'Would it freak you out if I told you that I'd been looking into it?' I asked her.
'A little bit, but I suppose it depends on what you've been looking into.' I started panicking, I think I've freaked her out.
I then went into full detail about the prostate and how it can bring men just as much pleasure as women feel when men hit the g-spot. I went on and on for over 10 minutes ranting off all these different facts about how good it could be for me and how it's health beneficial. I'm pretty sure that by the end of it, she thought I was crazy.
After I finished, Emily spoke again. 'So how far are you wanting to take this?'
'Well, this is where I don't want to freak you out.'