Dating : Pegging My Husband

“Chocolate?” I murmured sleepily as my husband woke me up with kisses and gave me a heart-shaped box.

“Woman’s Day, baby!” Mark grinned at me.

“And is that all I’m getting?” I asked slyly.

“Is there something else you want?” he asked, his hands already shamelessly tracing the curves of my body.

“I want a good, hard fuck.”

“I’m happy to provide.”

I reversed our positions and hovered over him with a grin, then leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“But as it’s Women’s Day I think I should be the one doing the fucking.”

His breath caught.

“Fuck,” he said with feeling, his eyes blow wide.

We have discussed me pegging him as a fantasy, but now I was going to turn it into a reality.

I took the box with our sex toys from under the bed and showed him the new arrival. The dildo was outrageously pink, looking like something a monster would have. It fit because I truly could be a monster in bed.

The next thing I took out was a black harness with straps. Mark gulped. He could pretend the dildo was just for my fun, but when I put it into the harness and started strapping it on the pink silicone erection stood proud, connected to my body and ready to be used.

I took out the third thing we would need — a lube specially bought for anal play. I have used it on Mark only once before, but he couldn’t stop blushing for a week after I made him come on my fingers.

And there was his adorable blush again!

“You should familiarize yourself with it. After all you will be getting very close soon,” I smirked and Mark scooted a bit closer, approaching cautiously as if the pink silicon was a snake.

I pumped my hand up and down my cock and my husband’s hand slowly joined mine in the exploration of the new toy. It wasn’t overly large, but it was definitely wider than the fingers I made him come with. I needed to prepare him carefully.

“Ass here, mouth there,” I instructed as I laid down. Mark climbed on me, his face buried in my pussy, so that I had a perfect view of his tight ass, his legs spread wide over my chest.

I lubed my fingers, making a bit of a mess in my excitement. I spread his asscheeks just as he spread the lips of my pussy. I warmed the lube a bit in my hand and traced my slick finger over his furled rim. His body was buzzing with nervous energy, so I spent long minutes just touching his opening, massaging it, making it go softer under my questing hand. He relaxed bit by bit and concentrated on what he could do with his tongue instead of worrying about what I was doing.

I decided he was ready for the first finger.

The tip went in without a problem and it took only a few lazy pumps in and out to get my whole finger inside. Mark groaned against my pussy, hiding his blush from me. I wanted to see his cheeks stained with beautiful red of desire, but I knew I would have time for that later. For now, I put my mind to making him ready. My finger danced in his ass, letting him get used to the feeling and after some time I added a second digit. That took slow and careful work, his rim stretching around my slim fingers, the muscles trying to keep me from entering. When I got into him to the last knuckle he exhaled a shuddering breath.

That was the point we got to last time we played. I curled my fingers and tapped his prostate, and the reaction was as electrifying as that first time. Mark jumped, swore, and was only able to pant into my thigh, chest rubbing against the harnessed dildo, as I targeted his sweet spot mercilessly.

“No, too much!” Mark cried out and I stopped immediately. Before I could become concerned, he continued. “I thought… I thought you wanted to fuck me? If you keep this up I’m going to come.”

He had a good point. So, with a sigh of regret I stopped the targeted assault and instead concentrated on opening him up. It took scissoring my fingers, adding more lube and a lot of push and pull but I finally deemed him ready.

For a third finger.

It was necessary to make this experience comfortable for him. It was also a test.

He passed with flying colors.

“Amy… Amy, fuck, do it, I’m ready,” he said, writhing against the three fingers lodged deep inside of him.

“Oh? Are you really?”

I tested the theory, fucking him hard with my three fingers. The squelching sounds were so loud they almost covered Mark’s moans.

He was ready. And I was ready too. My pussy dripped with how wet I was.

I put Mark on his hands and knees — a position recommended for the newbies discovering the wonderful land of anal delights — but before I did, I kissed him silly, admiring the blush that was spreading to his shoulders.

I put a good handful of lube over my cock and the obscene sound of my hand spreading it all over made Mark shiver. He looked at me over his shoulder.

“Are you ready?” I asked breathlessly.

“No,” he laughed. “Do it.”

I pressed into him slowly and the tight ring of his ass opened to my invasion. Mark swore and bit the white bedsheet to muffle his sounds but didn’t ask me to stop. I laid my hands over his buttocks, spreading him apart, making the silicone sink another inch into him. The vivid pink stood in a stark contrast to his body, and I couldn’t take my eyes off how it was disappearing deeper and deeper into him, swallowed by his hungry hole.

When my hips touched his ass and I sank completely into him, something possessive in my chest was finally satisfied. I pulled back and thrust into him again, setting a deep but slow rhythm. His thighs trembled and after a few more rolls of my hips I started to pull him onto my thrusts. I could only hear his muffled moans. I frowned and stopped my movements.

He spit out the sheet and asked in a wrecked tone:

“W-why did you stop?”

“I wanted to hear you.”

I slammed into him and he gave me a startled cry.

“Now I can fuck your brains out.”

I changed his position a bit, shifted my own stance and when I filled him again he whimpered, then moaned when I pulled out, dragging the head of my false dick over his prostate. I reacted to it like a bull to a red flag.

I hammered into that spot. I wanted to ruin him. I wanted him to beg me to fuck him again after I was finished with him. I wanted to make him mad with pleasure.

The bed shook with my hard thrusts and the bedsheet bunched, held desperately in Mark’s closed fists, like it was all that was keeping him anchored.

The frantic sounds he made were delicious. I moaned myself, adding to our symphony of desire. I wondered who was wetter; Mark with the excess of lube I put into him, or my cunt, my juices running down my tights.

I put my hand on Mark’s dick and the punishing thrusts I gave him were a perfect counterpoint to my tight grip flying over his cock. He came with a shout, his cum spraying white over my fingers. I moaned and followed him into bliss, my pussy clenching as a wave after exquisite wave went through me.

I collapsed onto Mark, my bright pink silicone dick still inside him.

“Just imagine…” I panted into his strong back. “I can get one that vibrates.”

My husband groaned and his ass clenched around the silicone. I laughed. I knew he would want more.