Pegging him

by Molly Moore
Red and black pegging strap-on harness and gold glitter dildo laying on the end of the bed

The current Kink of the Week topic is pegging. It is not something I have any experience of and to be honest it is not something that enters my mind very often. I have had moments contemplating pegging someone but for the most part it doesn’t really call to me. So what to write? I actually considering not joining in with my own meme for the first time in ages but then all of a sudden I had a little nugget of an idea. What if a wife bought a strap-on harness and left it for her husband to find. How might that play out…

It was there on the bed when I got back from dropping the kids at school.

It’s been placed very pointedly on the bed. A message left for me. She must have done if after I hustled our little tribe out the door. We kissed goodbye on the drive and I headed off down the road, a child’s hand firmly held in each of mine. Now I imagining her darting back into the house and sprinting back up the stairs to leave me this little note before finally getting into the car and heading off to work.

To think it has been there most of the morning while I have been working in my office and I didn’t know it.

I stand in the doorway to our bedroom. I only came in to get a jumper so I could hang the laundry out but now I am rooted to the spot. Held in the doorway by the sight before me. It takes me a few moments to realise I am holding my breath.

I had no idea she had even bought it. We had talked about it quite a lot. My idea originally. I had been tentative and shy about it at first but in her usual style she had reacted with openness and interest and so my worry that she would see me differently or be turned off by the idea of pegging me quickly dissipated.

I sent her some pegging porn that I liked, at her request. And she returned the favour, sending me some she had found, asking me what bits of it worked for me and what didn’t. One night in bed, in the small hours of the night she had reached for me under the covers and slowly jerked me off whilst she whispered about what it would be like. How she would take her time. Fucking me slowly, deeply. The thought of my moans as she did turning her on. I came in her hand, grunting and spurting my jizz all over my belly. Afterwards she had spread her legs.

“Lick me” was all she said. And I did as she bid.

But that had been weeks ago and she had not mentioned pegging since. Until now I guess. Leaving this on the bed for me to find was a pretty big mention all things considered.

I wanted to reach out and touch it, but also, well, it wasn’t mine. It was hers and I kinda knew she meant me to leave there. Look but don’t touch. A refrain I heard her use with the kids on many occasion which now seemed to apply to me.

I dithered in the doorway but then I remember why I was here and head over to the wardrobe to find my jumper. I hang out the laundry but then I find myself back at my desk. I realise I have forgotten to get my lunch whilst I was downstairs but instead of heading back to get it I find myself leaning back in my chair, my hand reaching for the bulge in my pants. All I can think about is ‘what will it be like’ and that though makes me cock grow thick and heavy in my trousers.

Just as I am thinking of unzipping my fly my phone pings. It could be anyone but for some reason I am absolutely sure it is her.

“How is your day going?” a standard message from her

“I found it” I type back

“Oh good. I hope you didn’t touch it” she writes back

“No….. but before I can send it she sends a follow up

“… or yourself”

“No and no although I was thinking about the second one” I write back.

“Well don’t. I mean think about it all you like but don’t do it. Be a good boy now” she writes with a big smiley face emoji on the end

And then

“Remember my Mum is expecting the kids after school. I left their bags in the hall so just drop them off with her. I will back my usual time. Or maybe before. Or later.” This time the emoji is a devil face and the thought of her grinning as she sends me this messages only serves to make my cock harden even more

The rest of the afternoon is spent working. Actually mostly pretending work while I clock watch and try not to let my mind think too much about what is laying on the end of the bed across the hall. Time seems to drag but eventually the clock ticks round to 3pm, I log off from my computer and head out to pick up the smalls. I only work part time while they are at school so once I have dropped them at my Mother-in-laws I am free to….

Well usually I would do things with them, after school clubs, or homework. Clean the house, do more laundry, cook dinner etc but now the house is so peaceful. So empty. I drop my keys in the dish by the door and stand there. Again I can feel the twitch in my cock as my mind instantly starts to imagine. Imagines of women pegging men fill my mind. All that pegging porn I have watched seems to flash before my eyes.

Fuck. I need a distraction, I think to myself

By the time Sasha gets home for work the house is probably the cleanest it has been in weeks. She stands in the kitchen and grins at me.

“You seem to have been busy” she remarks

“Just using the kid free time wisely” I reply

But she laughs in response and I know she knows the truth.

“I am going to have a shower.” She says. “When I am done I expect to find you in the bedroom waiting for me”

“What does that mean?” I call as she vanishes into the hallway and up the stairs

“Use your imagination” she calls back to me

I pull off the rubber gloves I am wearing. Fidget for a moment or two and then head up the stairs. When I get to our room I realise the strap-on harness and slim gold pegging dildo that was there earlier are gone. For a moment I wonder if I just imagined them but I know I didn’t. I know they were there and now I can only assume they are in the bathroom with Sasha.

How does one wait for your first pegging? I think to myself. Should I be naked, on all fours, on the bed? It feels wrong. Too much. Too clinical. So naked in bed then? Maybe. But that seems almost too shy and timid. So what?

I cast my eye round the room. The chair. It’s a big soft blue velvet chair that rarely gets sat in but mostly seems to act as a place for us to throw our clothes at the end of the day. Today it is miraculously clothes free and waiting to be used for it’s proper purpose.

Sasha looks. Well words defeat me. Breath taking. Beautiful. Proud, Sexy. As. Fuck. All she is wearing in the red and black strap on harness and the little gold cock sticks proudly out in front of her. I can tell from the way she walks and how she stops in front of the mirror and admires herself that this is not the first time she has worn this. I swallow and bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.

She turns to me. smiles and comes to stand right in front of me. Her little cock bobbing in front of my face

“What do you think?” she asks

“I…ummm…. yeah… amazing. You look amazing. I….” but she interrupts me

“Are you hard”

Her question surprises me. I don’t know why but I just sit there open mouthed staring up at her

“Show me. Take off your trousers.” she says as she steps back into the room to give me space

I fumble with my belt and the buttons of my trousers. My fingers fumbling across them in my hurry to rid myself of them. Eventually my trousers fall around my ankles. My cock strains against the fabric of my underpants. It is fairly clear that the answer to her question is a very definite yes.

“Touch yourself” she says.

I ease my pants down to join my trousers and somehow manage to step out of both without falling over. My cock points directly at her and on the end a little tiny drop of pre-cum glistens. I wrap my fist round the shaft and slowly start to stroke myself. As I do she mirrors my movements. Her hand wrapped round her new shaft, following the movement of my hand. Up and down, hovering for a moment around the head and then back to the base. Her eyes flit from my face to my cock and I groan out load. My balls ache between my thighs and I know if I sped up the strokes of my hand even slightly I would likely shoot my load all over the floor.

“Do you want this?” she asks

I nod in reply. An urgent little bobbing of my head to confirm my consent.

“Come here” and she reaches out a hand to me and draws me to the edge of the bed and then she pushes me forward until I am kneeling on all fours.

“Turn round, face the mirror” she commands. “I want to be able to see your face this first time”

Then she is kneeling behind. I watch in the mirror as she fiddles with a bottle of lube. Pouring it first onto her glittery phallus and then on the crack of my arse. She briefly runs a finger over my arsehole and I gasp as I feel it slip into me but as quickly as it was there it is gone again but then she is leaning into my body. One hand on my arse cheek the other grasping the dildo. She grins at me in the mirror as she pushes forward with her hips. In her eyes I can see the excitement. She feels powerful, strong. I moan and push back against her. The dildo slides into me. I let out a little cry at the sensation. It is so surprising, so intense. She pauses. Watching my face but then she draws back and does it again. Gliding the shaft back into the depth of my arse. Again that little cry escapes my mouth.

She laughs this time.

And now she is finding a rhythm. She is fucking me. After all these years of me fucking her she is now fucking me. That thought makes me gasp.

“Tell me you like it” she says as thrusts into me again and again

“I…. more than like it… I manage to stammer out.”

“Do you want to come? Like this? With me fucking you?”

Again that urgent little nod.

“Do it then” she commands and I reach down between my legs and grasp my cock in my hand. I pause, watching her in the mirror for a moment longer. Knowing that if I touch myself my orgasm will be upon me in moments and I don’t want it to be over. Not just yet.

“Do. It” she hisses There will be time later for denial.

And her words, what they mean and the sight of her kneeling up on the bed behind my, fucking her silicone cock into me is all I need. I pump my cock. Once, twice, then two more times in fast succession and I come so hard that rather than it spraying on the bed clothes beneath me it shoots up against my chest and stomach, clinging to the skin and hair before slowly starting to run and drip down.

She eases out of me and we both collapse on the bed together. I can smell her arousal mingled with the scent my own that still clings to my body. She is quiet for a moment and then turns on her side and leans up to look down into my face

“Are you ok?” she asks

“Oh yes. Very OK” I reply

“Good….” there is another moment of silence and I can tell she wants to say something else. That is considering it. I wait and try to look encouraging

I have been doing some reading. Some research. She finally says

Oh?

Yeah. The pegging stuff lead me to other things and I found myself reading a lot of about femdom stuff. You know what that is right?

“Yes.” I reply but before she can carry on I tag on the word “ma’am”

She peers down at me, One eye brow raised in question but also a little smile starting to form on her lips.

“I was going to suggest we talk about it. But actually I have decided for tonight we will just go with what feels right. Talking can start tomorrow?”

It’s definitely a question. Even if it does not appear to be one.

This time I nod slowly and then I say again more confidently this time, “Yes ma’am” She leans her head down to mine

“Good boy” she whispers just before her lips find mine.

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4 comments

Tip March 30, 2022 - 6:10 pm

For someone who didn’t know have anything to write about, you write a wonderful story. Thank you

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Ogden March 30, 2022 - 10:05 pm

I find this sort of thing rather saucy!

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Bee April 4, 2022 - 7:50 pm

Wow…the more I think about it, the hotter it gets!

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Justarandomscot April 12, 2022 - 11:15 pm

I have to admit, being pegged is currently my number one fantasy…

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