Heather Pegging Her Husband

(POV: Heather)

The weight of the strap-on between my legs was exhilarating, a foreign sensation that made my own clit throb with anticipation. Jason's eyes widened as he took in the sight of my eight-inch cock, standing proud against my stomach. His hand hovered over it, curiosity piqued. "You want to taste it?" I whispered, my voice thick with lust. He nodded, licking his lips. I guided his hand to the shaft, feeling him grip it tentatively. The velvety material was slick with lube from our earlier escapades, and his hand slid up and down, the motion mesmerizing.

"It's so big," he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've never had anything like this in my mouth before. I know I never told you this, but I've wanted this for a long time."

"Just take it slow," I assured him, watching his Adam's apple bob as he took a deep breath. He leaned in, the tip of his tongue flicking out to trace the head of the dildo. I moaned at the sensation, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through me. He tasted like salt and sweat, a heady mix of arousal that made me want to push him further.

As he began to suck on it, I couldn't help but let out a gasp. The way his lips wrapped around it, the way his tongue swirled around the tip, was driving me wild. I felt my own desires and lust building, my pussy growing wetter with every bob of his head. The sight of him, my completely straight husband, eagerly devouring my rubber cock was more than I could have ever imagined. His eyes remained locked on mine, a silent question hanging in the air.

"Would you like to try the real thing?" I asked, my voice husky with desire. His eyes grew even wider, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he nodded, his grip on my cock tightening. With trembling hands, he reached behind me and began to stroke my tight ass cheeks, feeling the wetness of my own juices seeping out.

"Take it out," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. I reached down and unbuckled the harness, letting my strap-on fall to the floor with a thud. His eyes dropped to my now-bare crotch, taking in the sight of my shaved pussy and the plump lips that were begging for his attention. My clit was swollen, my pussy wet and inviting. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against my sensitive flesh.

"Mmm," he murmured, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good." He leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to taste me for the first time. I threw my head back and moaned, the sensation overwhelming. He was tentative at first, unsure of what to do, but as I began to squirm and writhe under his touch, he grew bolder. His tongue delved into my wetness, exploring my folds with an enthusiasm that made my toes curl.

"Fuck, Heather," he groaned, his voice muffled against my pussy. "I can't believe how much I like this." His thumb found my clit, pressing down as he licked and sucked, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, my walls tightening around his tongue.

"I want you to fuck me," he begged, my voice shaky. "With your cock."

He looked up at me, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Yes," I whispered, voice strained. I stood up, slipped back into my strap-on cock, which was now bobbing in front of him. I watched as he stroked it slowly, intent on watching his hands wrapped around this hard cock in front of him, and how in the world would it feel inside of him.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me with your beautiful cock like you did with Stacy (the previous couples wife), he seductively announced, my hips bucking towards him. I told him that I wanted him to turn around and get on all fours. He positioned himself almost immediately, bent over directly in front of me as if he'd been doing it forever. He started to lean back against me until the head of it was pushing gainer his asshole. Take it slow baby," I breathed. "I want you to feel every inch of me inside of you."

After dripping a healthy amount of lube down his ass crack, and sliding my now dripping hand over and down my big pink prick, I gently pushed in, inch by inch, filling him up until I thought he was gonna burst. He let out a moan, while his fingers were digging into the bedspread. "You're ass is so tight, baby", I told him "So tight and wet."

"Fuck me harder, please" he panted, my hips rising to meet his. "Please, faster" he begged as I continued to thrust my dock inside him.

He didn't need any more encouragement as he began to push back against me as I would thrust forward, with a fervor that took my breath away. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my pussy clenching and dripping, aching to also be filled. His balls slapped against my pussy's lips and I could feel how tight they were, eager for explosion. The sensation was unreal, a mix of pain and pleasure that made me want to scream.

"Fuck, I love the way this feels" he groaned, his hands gripping his ass checks to almost guide me in tightly. "Why does it feel soooo fucking god to have your cock inside my ass?"

My breasts bounced with every thrust, my nipples hard and sensitive. I reached down to play with them, rolling them between my fingers as he fucked me.

I could tell he was close to cumming, his hips slamming into me now. The sound of his entire body being engulfed in pleasure filled the room, mingling with our moans and heavy breathing. I could feel his orgasm building, as it almost felt like his was gripping my cock tighter with every thrust. "Oh, holy fuck" he screamed, his body convulsing and shaking as he came without ever even touching his own cock. Drip after drip left the head and fell into a pool of his harder orgasm he's ever had.

Our hearts racing, and our bodies dripping in sweat and lust and with a wicked smile, I reached down and began to stroke his still-hard cock, I whispered "You liked that, didn't you baby, having my rock hard cock deep in your tight little ass?" I teased, watching his face contort in pleasure.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "I didn't know it could be like this."

"You liked tasting me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice low and seductive.

"I want more," he said, his voice a desperate whisper. "I want all of you." I could tell we were both high as a kite because we simply lose all mental filters and become very open and openly share ever thought and desire.

I leaned in and kissed him deeply, tasting myself on his lips. "Then take it," I murmured, pushing him onto his stomach. I straddled him, my own pussy still quivering from the aftershocks of my climax. "I'm all yours." And restarted my slow and general thrusting into his hips.

"If I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh or get mad?" He asked. Obviously knowing where this was going I just fell deeper into my own high, while rocking my hips against him, I agreed with a head nod and moan. With each second of him hesitating to continue, I was getting hotter and hornier, and it uttered, "I think I want to try the real thing" it was said so plainly that it was almost familiar. My nipples hardened and my breath quickened just hearing him say that but all I could muster up to say was "are you sure, because you might like it better than fucking me and want to leave me for him."

Also starting to moan again, he replied "right now baby, while you're literally fucking your husband, there is absolutely nothing I wouldn't do if it made you this hot."

"Be careful what you wish for my love. It might just cum true someday" I teased, thinking if he regretted anything he just said, he might back track but instead he turned around to stare deeply into my eyes and replied, "do you promise?"

After that, I began thrusting deeper, and harder into his ass, like a true slut was begging for. We fucked for another hour, trying every position our stoned minds could come up with, until we both laid back, soaked in sweat and cum, we kissed and fell asleep spooning, with my rubber strap-on still buried inside him.