This story follows the characters from my previous story, 'Giving in to My Fantasies' and will also include the addition of some new characters.
'Oh yeah, fuck my ass,' the moan echoed around our bedroom. It wasn't a statement that was a massive part of our marriage in the early years, but it was now. And no, it wasn't my wife Emily moaning... it was me, Jamie.
I was on my back, in our marital bed, moaning as my wife stroked my cock. I'd sat down with my wife and discussed deepest fantasy. And that was that I wanted her to peg me. She was reluctant at first, even concerned about my fetish but soon she was doing her own research and surprised me one night by agreeing to try it out. And since that point, we hadn't looked back. Pegging had become a regular occurrence in our sex lives. Emily loved it and I loved it even more. It wasn't very often anymore that I finished sex by cumming inside Emily. It now tended to start out with regular foreplay, followed by regular sex and then once Emily had cum multiple times, she would whip out her plastic dildo and fuck me with it. We discussed bringing a squirting dildo into the bedroom, to give me the chance to experience being creampied but we hadn't got round to that yet.
'Are you going to cum for me?' Emily teased as she stroked my cock slowly.
'Fuck, keep fucking me like that, and I'm gonna blow my load soon,' I moaned at her. She kept fucking me, driving the plastic cock deep inside of me before sliding out and slamming it back in deep again. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck.'
'Cum for me baby, cum for Mommy,' she quickened the pace of her strokes on my cock and the thrusts of her strap on.
'Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,' I groaned. 'I'm cumming.' Cum started to shoot from the tip of my cock, covering Emily's hand and my torso. Emily stroked my cock until no more was coming out, then she licked the cum from her hand, bent over and cleaned my torso before kissing me on the lips, making me taste my own cum at the same time.
So, I guess you could say with words like Mummy and Daddy being thrown around in the bedroom and me enjoying the taste of my own cum that maybe a few more fetishes and kinks had been explored since we started pegging. It was like I'd flicked a switch with Emily, she was so open to trying new things and had often come to me with ideas that we could be doing. She even agreed to try having anal sex one night, which I always thought would be a no go with her, and she loved it. The latest thing we'd decided to work on was my underwear drawer. Emily was going through a phase where she was buying me briefs, thongs, and jockstraps, initially just for sex but now she was wanting me to wear them all the time. Jockstraps were a no when I was going to work, I just didn't see how that was practical. But I did find thongs comfortable, and they had tended to become my underwear of choice daily. Was I worried about seeing them at work? Of course I was, but the thought of only me and Emily knowing what I was wearing and why I was wearing it was a complete turn on for me.
As usual, when we'd had sex, we would both get cleaned up, get into bed, and spend some time cuddling and talking. We saw it as an important part to our after-sex activities. We would often talk about things we liked and disliked, as well as some things we'd like to try next time. Plus, cuddling with an insanely beautiful woman, who was naked most of the time was something that got the blood running to my cock again.
'Babe,' Emily said, as I was laid in between her legs, resting my head on her stomach whilst she stroked my hair. 'Don't be mad with me...'
I lifted my head and looked at her before she could go any further, 'what have you done?'
'Please don't me mad,' she started, 'but I was talking to a girl at work, called Skye.' I knew of Skye, her and Emily had been working together for several years and as far as I could tell were quite close. 'Well,' she continued, 'Skye was telling me about some of the things she'd like to try sexually and one of those was pegging.'
'I hope you haven't been offering my ass out,' I said laughing.
'Not exactly,' Emily smiled. 'I may have told her that it's something we've been doing for a while.'
Emily paused, I think she was expecting some sort of explosion of anger from me, but I just said, 'okay, does she have a partner?'
'Wait, you're not mad?' Emily seemed shocked.
'Why would I be?' I reassured her. 'We've always said we're not going to hide anything but also not tell the whole world like we're showing off.'
'You're amazing,' Emily said and leaned down and kissed me on the head. 'Yes, she does have a partner, she's married in fact. To a guy called Sunny.'
'And I'm assuming from the conversation you had, she hasn't told him about this?' I enquired.
'I don't think so,' Emily said. 'I said we could go for drinks tomorrow afternoon seen as though it's the weekend. And I figured you'd be out till after the football is finished anyway. I just wanted to make sure you're okay with me discussing our sex life with Skye?'
'Of course, babe,' I reassured her. 'You know I completely trust you anyway. You can tell her whatever you like, just keep me in the loop. It would be exciting to know another couple who were into pegging.'
Tomorrow came around and I left the house in the early afternoon to head to football and out for something to eat after the game had finished. I left Emily getting ready to go and meet Skye and she was in the bedroom at her makeup table in nothing but a green lace thong. It was incredibly difficult to walk away without fucking her there and then. But it gave me something to think about while I was out this afternoon. To be honest, the afternoon felt like it dragged on forever. Emily had messaged me over an hour ago to say she was home, and now that's where I wanted to be. Thankfully after we'd eaten our food, most of my friends didn't want to stay out any longer and wanted to get home. That suited me fine, and I used the excuse of getting a taxi with one of them to save me walking home.
As I walked in the front door of the house, I could hear some clattering in the kitchen, so I followed the noise to find Emily putting dishes away. She was bent over putting things into the bottom cupboard, wearing a strapless white top & low-rise denim jeans. And the jeans did nothing to hide her underwear. I could see the thong peeking out by a few inches over the top of the jeans. Fuck, it turned me on to see a whale-tail like that.