Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of gay male sexual content.
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A week had gone by since "the Peg Sisters" had re-emerged from retirement. My gorgeous wife Alison, five-eight with 38DD boobs, legs that don't quit, red hair and green eyes and I had always had a great sex life -- now it was heading in an entirely new direction. Her best friend, Geri, had been her roommate in college, and I had wondered if they had been "more than roommates," never getting a direct answer until last week. They may not have been lovers, but it seems Alison and her diminutive friend had similar interests and had spent their free time as "the Peg Sisters" where they had gone to college together. There appeared to be even more to uncover, but so far, we were just dealing with the way they had re-emerged and torn up my ass and mouth!
It's time to say a bit about how our previous ten years together had gone. And the truth is, they were better than anything I had ever imagined when I was a teenager, trying to come up with "the perfect partner." Alison was indeed, the perfect partner, but we were into things I had never ever considered. More to come on that in a bit.
I won't say I speak for everyone, but I had, like most others, gone through many phases in my years of responding to visual signals (also known as porn, of course). Since I went through puberty and young adulthood before the Internet was even Tim Bernards-Lee's wet dream, I know all it used to take was a picture of boobs. Or nipples poking through a shirt -- while they are still a joy, they don't carry quite the same degree of thrill they used to. I discovered my father's stash of Playboy and Penthouse, eventually had my own, but their ability to arouse eventually lost ground. As a matter of fact, I suspect that part of why I write about sex comes from how much more arousing the letters in the Forum column were than the pictures!
Anyway, part of why I wondered about Alison and Geri is that when I went off to college, I let loose and experimented with guys. I sucked and fucked, and was sucked and fucked enough times to know I could enjoy it, but never ever felt that charge of electricity seeing a guy as I did when I was presented with a low cut blouse. Or any part of a woman's anatomy. I rationalized my experimentation -- at least now I could tell any woman who objected that I knew what it was like to suck cock, swallow cum or get fucked anally. If they ever objected, I figured I had a ready-made strategy to overcome their objections. Like I said, it was a great rationalization -- and somehow, I never had to use it before I met Alison or once we were together.
In any case, I got all that out of my system after college and while I was dating around before I met Alison. We both liked sex. We both explored the worlds of sex. And we discovered that we both liked watching porn.
It started out when we were watching some movies at home and found that we both got aroused watching love scenes. After a couple of movies where we never got to watch all the way through because once the love scenes came on, we were too aroused to bother watching, we figured that maybe watching porn together might be cool. Initially, it was both awkward AND arousing. As an example -- we wound up watching one of the predecessors to "bound gang bangs" and I was harder than I had been in a while. She wanted to know what was it about the scene that was so arousing. It made me think hard so I could answer her. Then, of course, I asked her what porn aroused her the most. It began a process of discovery for us both that hasn't stopped.
There's something to be said for couples sharing porn, in case no one has ever discussed it with you, or you've thought it was a shameful thing and one to be kept private. Guys (since that's mostly who reads it, right?), you don't realize what you are missing! Women get aroused by stuff! Sometimes it's even the same stuff we do! For instance, it turned out that Alison and I were fascinated by deep throating videos for a while. So much so that she decided that the discomfort of learning to suppress her gag reflex was worth it to her because it meant more pleasure for me! The interesting thing was that she insisted that I learn to do it as well so she knew I could fully appreciate what she willing to do for me. Learning to deep throat a cock at least as big as my own eight inches was actually a point of pride for me! I never brought up my college experimentation days, but she was surprised at how little I had to struggle to succeed.
When we talked about it after, we tried to describe it. I told her that for me, first off, I could really appreciate what she had to deal with giving me oral sex. That I appreciated that she would go beyond her own pleasure to provide it for me. That made it all the more a gift, knowing that when she sucked me off it was her way of saying "this is all about your pleasure, so you better enjoy it -- then I'll be happy!" She told me that I'd absolutely nailed what went through her mind. And she told me that she was proud of me -- that for me to have given up any noise about being gay, to learn to deep throat a cock (or a facsimile) told her that I loved her! (I was glad she had that interpretation, since it saved me from discussing college.
It was an awesome night, I will say that. And my point is, that we began to take on sex as an adventure -- and we kept talking about it. We were bound and determined to never have anything sexual cause problems in our relationship. I wanted us to go to a nudist camp -- and after we explored all our thoughts about it, we did. (We're now regulars at one near us, by the way.) When she wanted me to become a woman (for a night on the town), we worked that through all my stuff about it, and we wound up having a "girls night out" with her friend Geri. We managed to take pictures, and there are at least a couple of shots where what you see are three girls having a ball together! (staying clothed that night, of course).
So, there came the fateful day where she and Geri had gone out together. Without discussing my new viewing habit -- pegging videos -- I was caught jerking off to them when they came back. They not only found me, but that was when the Peg Sisters re-emerged from retirement. Alison was a bit pissed -- I hadn't yet shared my fascination with the genre with her, and she thought I was attempting to hide it. Well, there was nothing hidden after the two of them turned me into their little bitch. It was every bit as hot as any of those videos -- and more so, since it was real and live.
And now I was the bitch for my wife and her best friend. Mind you, I was getting off on it -- which sort of surprised both Alison and me. I was eager to be dominated. Eager to get my ass reamed by either of the two women. Watching the videos afterwards was every bit as arousing as any I had seen before. When Geri worked her 12" dildo up my ass I was so turned on that I came the minute my wife actually touched my cock -- no need to rub or suck! And naturally, that got her aroused as hell, so she had me lay down and then sat on my face. I loved looking up from her pussy, past her amazing tits, to see her eyes closed and her head thrown back as I did everything I knew to do to please her. I sucked her clit. I tongue fucked her slit. I grabbed both ass cheeks and forced her down on my face, so that when she finally did come I not only experienced the sensations of her pussy opening and closing, but the flood of cum that filled my mouth and the look of exquisite pleasure that covered her face. I kept up my tongue action until she pulled way, eventually overly sensitive to the touch.
As we lay next to each other, it was pretty clear we had hit a new space for the relationship.
"I never knew you wanted to be dominated like that" she said.
"Truthfully, I didn't either! But there's something about just being there to serve as your pleasure provider that really does knock me out. And I am willing to do whatever you want me to do if that makes you happy," I replied. "I hope I won't regret saying that."
"If it makes me happy, then you are going to be happy, right?" replied Alison. "Because I think it's time to take charge of our sex life. I've had these ideas I've wanted to try out for a long time. I hadn't really ever thought I'd get the chance, but it would make me happy to try."
I took a minute or two to let that run through my head. "You mean stuff we haven't watched together?"
With that, Alison grabbed me and kissed me deeply. "Yep, just like a certain someone with an eight inch dick forget to tell me how the idea of being pegged had turned him on. I'm gonna push your boundaries, you know that, don't you?"
"Yes. But that's where the fun is, isn't it?" I replied, putting on a brave face, but all the while wondering exactly what she had in mind. I mean, given my backstory, unless she was talking about golden showers or scat play, I was cool with just about anything -- so I thought.
"I'm glad you have that attitude, honey. I'll remind you of it if I need to. But there's nothing to do for now." With that we cuddled up together and fell asleep.
The rest of the week was pretty much normal. My usual work from home in a shirt and tie and board shorts (since my webcam only showed me from the waist up.) kind of week. Alison had her work, and also some girl time with her pal Geri. As I found out on Friday evening.....
The week was over, and so I lost the shirt and tie in favor of one of my Grateful Dead t-shirts, and had managed to put together a pretty decent Italian dinner -- veal parmesan, pasta and red sauce, with some chianti and home-made garlic bread. The table was set for the two of us, and I'd set out candles and lowered the lights. Hoping to do a little of "getting in the mood." Well, that didn't quite turn out as planned, when Alison and Geri showed up about 7PM. It appeared they'd spent a little time at happy hour somewhere. I could tell from the slightly slurred sentences.
"Look at this, Allie! Your bottom boy has set up dinner. Betcha he was thinking if he fed you well and got you a little tipsy, he'd get into your pants. Ain't that right, bottom boy?" said Geri.
"All I wanted to do was make Alison happy. Didn't even think about manipulating her for sex. Never needed to before!" I said, a little defiantly.
"That's enough of that, mister!" said Alison, all of a sudden stern and commanding. "I think we need to teach you a lesson for trying to manipulate the woman in your life. So let's start right now -- take off all your clothes, slut!"
I was mildly surprised at this turn of events. Not that I had anything to hide from either of them -- after all, Geri had done a real number on my ass last week. It was just so new and out of character. I hesitated.
Alison walked over to me and slapped my face. I'd been hit harder, but the shock of it had me stunned. "Lose those clothes, mister. Make me happy, remember?"
So I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, then loosened the waist on the shorts and dropped them and my underwear to my feet. I stepped out of them and stood there. While the last time we talked about making her happy my cock had been engorged, with the sudden change it was as UN-engorged as it had ever been. It was just a few inches long and that set off both of the women.
"Look at that tiny excuse for a cock! Is that all he has to give you, honey?" said Geri. "No wonder you bought that new dildo!" They laughed.
