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Exploring Sexuality: A Pegging

Summary: Husband is pegged by sister-in-law with wife's permission

Note 1: Thanks to Robert, goamz86 and Wayne for editing.

Exploring Sexuality: A Pegging

I was almost in the city when my cell rang.

I glanced at it and saw it was my sister-in-law Sabrina.

I sighed.

I loved Sabrina, but since her divorce she had been as exciting as a Nicholas Sparks movie.

Yet, obviously my wife had told her I was going to be in the city for meetings and if I ignored it I would get it from both her and my wife... I mean, seriously, the invention of the cell phone ended up being a digital ball and chain.

On the fourth ring, I answered, "Hi, how are you, Sabrina."

"Hungry," she answered. "How far away are you?"

"Twenty minutes," I answered, knowing I had just passed the last town before the city.

"Can you meet me for dinner?" She asked.

Truthfully, I wanted to get to the hotel, get undressed, take out the butt plug currently lodged in my ass and use one of my prostate massagers (I had three).

For the past nine months, I had been questioning my sexuality.

No, I'm not gay. I don't find men remotely attractive.

But, the idea of sucking a cock... well, that had become more and more of an obsession.

It started by accident when I read a story about a guy who was convinced to suck a cock in front of his wife.

It had never occurred to me that such an idea would even remotely turn me on, but when my cock stirred, then hardened, I got confused.

I jerked off to lesbian stories, group sex stories and the odd incest stories...but never had I even be drawn to read a gay story.

Before I knew it I was shooting my load as the wife ordered, "Swallow every drop, cock sucker."

That triggered a door deep in the closet I had never known even existed... one that would not allow itself to be closed no matter how much I tried.

Then for a month I tried to ignore that new subtle temptation in the back of my conscience and yet every time I started reading porn as I got hard and more excited I ended up searching gay stories.

Each time after I came, I felt guilt and shame as I questioned why I was having these feelings... my dad would disown me if he had a clue I was having, what he would call, faggot fantasies.

I read online about straight guys who sucked cock.

I read about the research and different theories that almost all men at some point consider sucking a cock and many consider being topped.

I read about married guys who would never cheat on their wives with another woman but regularly sucked cock, and some who even took it up the ass. Yet, their rationale was simple: they only did things they couldn't do with their wives.

I read more and more.

Then... I learned about pegging. The idea of a woman fucking a guy in the ass with a strap-on.

This really became my obsession as it kept my gay cock sucking fantasy at bay.

I didn't want to suck a guy's dick... not really. I mean, I did, a lot... when horny... I mean so much so that I even watched some gay porn of guys sucking cock and even taking it in the ass... even the idea of getting spit-roasted, taking a cock in both ends while on all fours, turned me on when I was rock hard.

Yet, it wasn't something I ever seriously considered doing.

But pegging....

I loved my wife and would never cheat on her... but suddenly the idea of my wife pegging me was now implanted in my mind and my fantasies.

Now, originally that was all it was... a fantasy.

I was the man and there was no way I was going to tell this fantasy to my wife.

But what it did do was get me curious about anal toys.

I spent hours online reading reviews of anal toys for men. Initially I was shocked at the plethora of toys made for men. I had thought there were just blow-up dolls and butt plugs.

Besides the toys for the penis, such as the Fleshlight I ended up buying (which is almost as good as a real pussy, I quickly discovered), there were so many anal and prostate toys I really didn't know where to begin.

I ended up spending an entire evening at a hotel one night researching, reading reviews and so forth on dozens of toys.

In the end, I bought a three butt plug starter pack and a small, thin vibrating prostate massager.

I won't go into the vivid details of my first butt play solo experience other than to say the smallest butt plug was too small and the biggest was too big... I kind a felt like goldilocks testing out the three bowls of porridge.

The second one felt slightly uncomfortable at first, but then as I used my fleshlight I came harder and more intense than I did with just my hand.

Of course, as I lay on my hotel bed, with a butt plug in my ass I felt shame course through me.

This cycle would follow for a few weeks as I experimented with more toys.

Eventually, I felt the butt plug wasn't enough as it didn't do anything but fill my ass which, after I got accustomed to it, I wanted more.

So I bought a vibrating prostate toy.

The first vibrating prostate toy felt good for a while, but eventually I wanted thicker.

So I bought a bigger one.

Then, wanting more, I finally shelled the bigger bucks and bought a Nexus Revo Stealth.

That device, once I got used to its girth and variety of the rotating head that directly stimulated my prostate, I was in heaven. My orgasms were the most intense I could create on my own and often, truth be told, more intense than when having actual sex.

And that was what I was looking forward to using once I got to the hotel.

Alas, instead I was going to have dinner with my sister-in-law while a butt plug was lodged in my ass.

"Sure," I agreed.

"Great, meet me at Brooks, as soon as you get into town," she said.

"Sounds good," I agreed.

For the record, I did have a talk with my wife about pegging.

Originally, I did it by sending her a literotica story called "Kinky Tales: I Pegged my Husband," that seemed to parallel in many ways my own self discovery of a sexual perversion I didn't know I had.

Unfortunately, she wasn't as supportive as the character in the story.

She texted me: We can talk about this when you get back home.

A rush of excitement coursed through me at the idea that she may have read the story, got turned on from it and was going on surprise me with a strap-on when I returned home.

Alas, my fantasy was just that... a fantasy.

Once home, she asked rather bluntly, "Are you gay?"

"What? God, no," I responded.

"So where did this come from?" She asked, as we lay in the bed.

"Honestly, I don't know. Just an idea that was triggered by a story I read and then it just kept getting more and more intriguing," I explained.

"The story you sent me?"

"No, that is just the one that most relates to us," I answered.

"With the incest undertones?" She questioned.

"What? No, no," I said, although the idea of Sabrina and my wife in a 69 was fucking hot. "I wanted you to read about the intimacy of pegging."

She asked after a pause, repeating the question but now with a vulnerability, "So you're not gay?"

"No," I protested. "I have no interest in guys."

That was mostly true, although the idea of sucking a cock never completely left me. I wondered what a hard cock would feel like in my mouth, what it would feel like to bob back and forth and, although rather gay I suppose, I wondered what it would feel like to swallow a load of cum or take a load on my face.

"But you want to take it in the ass?" She asked, clearly confused.

"I know, weird," I nodded, not able to fairly do my thoughts and feelings justice.

There was another pause, before she said, "I don't think I could do that."

"Oh," I said, suddenly deflated to have my fantasy crushed in just one sentence.

"It's just, that's not me," she said.

"But, it could be."

"How?"

"You get the power, to be in control," I explained.

"But it's not me," she repeated.

"I thought you would like this," I said honestly.

"How so?" She said. "You know I'm kind of vanilla when it comes to sex."

"I just thought you like to be in control in all other aspects of our home life," I said, thinking how bossy and in control she was in regards to the house.

"It's not the same," she said.

"I guess," I shrugged, trying to think of a way to make her reconsider.

"That said," she smiled, "I wouldn't mind a cock in me."

"I don't know," I playfully teased.

Once in the bedroom, I did what I always did, I got her off with my tongue. It was the only way she came.

I loved her taste, I loved giving oral satisfaction, but even as I licked her I wondered what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth.

After she came, I rolled onto my back and she asked, "Are you going to come and fuck me or what?"

"Maybe once you get me hard with that wicked mouth of yours," I responded.

She said, opening her mouth, "Can't, cold sore."

"Always with the excuses," I teased.

"Plus, shouldn't you be hard? You just ate my pussy," she pointed out as her hand went to my completely flaccid cock.

I shrugged, "I really enjoy eating you out, especially hearing you moan and your legs stiffen, but it usually doesn't get me hard."

She began stroking my cock. "And what gets you hard?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Is it the idea of me fucking your ass from behind that gets you hard?" she asked.

"Oh," I groaned, her dirty talk exactly what I had hoped she would say when this conversation happened.

"You could be my little girl," she purred, "maybe even wear the thigh high stockings you like me wearing."

"Shit," I moaned, my cock growing.

"Or maybe you want some guy's hard cock in your mouth," she continued as my cock suddenly was standing completely at attention.

She laughed, "Well, that worked. Now come and fuck me."

And I did, even as I wondered what this strange interaction meant and why hearing her say those words got me so fucking hard.

A few minutes later, I deposited a load in her pussy and then nothing.

We never talked about it again.

We had sex a few more times over the next month, but she didn't say a word and I was too insecure to bring it up again.

Which leads us back to today. I arrived at the restaurant realizing I was actually quite hungry.

I went inside and as was the usual, even though she lived here, just five minutes away, I got there first.

I sat down, ordered a drink and got comfortable, the plug still in my ass. I considered taking it out, but decided it would be slightly exhilarating to have it in my ass as I chatted with my oblivious sister-in-law.

When she walked in a few minutes later I was shocked. She was in a tight blouse, short skirt and nylons, something I never saw her wear... not even at her wedding. (Yes, I'm that big a pervert or stocking fetishist to check and remember).

As she sat down she apologized, also a first, "Sorry I'm late, I had a job interview."

"For what?" I asked.

"An upper management job," she answered.

"Well, you look amazing," I complimented, my cock hardening, not caring she was my sister-in-law.

"Thanks," she said, before adding, "if I recall from my sister, you have a nylon fetish."

"My wife told you that?" I gasped, surprised that such a thing would ever come up.

"First, we tell each other everything," she said.

"That is a terrifying thought," I joked.

"Second, she told me when I started noticing her wearing them when we hung out together. She and I both have always hated pantyhose," she said.

"Yeah, yeah, a man made invention to sexualize woman... blah, blah, blah,"

I said, having heard my wife say that exact same thing many times.

"Actually, I like wearing them," she smiled. I was about to say I had never seen her in them before when she added, "in the bedroom."

"TMI!" I joked, knowing tonight I would be jerking off to my sister-in-law in nylons. I wouldn't cheat on my wife in real life, but in my fantasies I was quite a wild guy.

"What? It's not like I'm telling you I like taking it in the ass," she continued, her wicked tongue both a raging turn-on and also a complete shock.

"Are you telling me you do?" I asked.

"I do what?" She asked, teasing me relentlessly... suddenly I felt like I was on a date and not having dinner with my sister-in-law.

I wasn't going to play into this weird game that could only get me in trouble. I laughed, "Things I probably don't need to know."

"You don't want to know about your hot sister-in-law's anal sex life?" She asked.

"I'm not going to ask questions," I countered, "but you are welcome to tell me anything you want to tell me."

Before she could respond the waitress arrived and we ordered our food.

Once she was gone, Sabrina continued talking, but about her job interview, the disaster that still is her divorce and the house changes she was making. It was then she asked, "Any chance you could come over and help me move a couple of things before you go to your hotel?"

The answer was no, 'I want to go to my hotel and jerk off about you as I use my Nexus on my prostate.'

Of course, that wasn't what I said. I nodded, "Sure."

"Awesome, and I promise you I'll make it worth it," she said.

I laughed, "That I'm looking forward to."

We ate dinner, we chatted, we flirted in a way we never had before and then I followed her back to her place. I still got lost as I had only been there a couple of times.

As I followed her in, I couldn't help but notice how amazing her legs looked in the mocha coloured nylons and my already hard cock flinched as I noticed she was wearing thigh highs as she went up her steps.

Once inside, she slipped out of her heels and I stared at her beautiful nylon-clad feet in mocha stockings... and her toes painted red, which had me completely mesmerized.

My wife knew that the best way for her to get me hard instantly was:

A) nylons (my favourite colour being mocha or tan... Although white and black were also very cock stirring... Actually, truth be told any colour of nylons would awaken my cock in seconds).

B) Painted toenails (especially red and more especially red in mocha nylons).

Other things worked, like talking dirty, sucking my cock and teasing my nipples... but nylons and painted toe nails were my sexual kryptonite.

As she wiggled her toes, as if tempting me, she laughed, "Kendra wasn't kidding."

"Pardon?" I asked, not actually taking my eyes off her feet as I feigned taking my shoes off.

"You really are a nylon-clad foot guy," she said.

"She told you that?" I asked.

And for the second time that day she stressed, "Like I said earlier, she tells me everything."

"And for the second time, I'll admit that scares the hell out of me," I joked, finally breaking my stare at her perfect feet.

I was worried she would go change into something more practical, but she said, "What I need moved is downstairs."

"Okay," I nodded, again watching her great ass and amazing legs as she walked in front of me.

"And stop drooling over my legs," she joked as she turned around and caught me doing just that.

"Sorry," I shrugged.

"I bet you are," she quipped as she kept walking.

We spent the next ten minutes moving a few things and when done she asked, "Want a drink before you head out?"

Not wanting to leave when my sister-in-law was in sheer nylons (I assumed they were sheer nylons based on how her legs literally shined in them) and yet knowing I should. I wasn't worried about cheating on my wife, but with all the clear innuendo that had transpired between us today it was definitely the most tempted I had ever been.

"I should probably get going," I said, even as my eyes were drawn again to her feet.

"Would it be too weird for me to ask you to give me a foot massage?" She asked out of the blue.

My cock flinched.

I loved giving my wife foot massages when she was wearing nylons. Being slightly submissive, I liked giving my wife foot massages whenever she asked, truthfully.

"I don't see why not," I shrugged, thinking I had given my sister foot massages and thus it wasn't anything inappropriate.

"Great. Kendra tells me you give the most relaxing foot massages," Sabrina said, as she sat on the couch.

I joked, as I joined her on the couch, "I'm usually doing that with an ulterior motive."

"Oh, and what would that be?" she smiled wickedly, pretending to play dumb.

"I plead the fifth," I joked, as she spun her body around and put her feet on my lap.

I took one nylon-clad foot, and indeed they were sheer silk like my wife wore, and began massaging it.

"Oh, that feels nice," she said, giving out just the softest of moans... which made my already hard cock flinch in my suddenly too right trousers.

"Your sister makes me do this all the time," I said, as I massaged each toe individually.

"You are her little bitch," Sabrina quipped.

"And what does that make me to you?" I questioned as I finished her last toe and moved to the sole of her foot.

"My bitch-in-law," she answered.

"Can't say that is overly flattering," I said, although I was so turned on by massaging her stocking-clad feet she could call me whatever she wanted.

"Just do as you're told and I may just reward you," she said, so seductively that my hard cock again flinched and yet for the first time I seriously wondered about my sister-in-law's motives.

"Yes, ma'am," I saluted with my free hand, hinting at my submissiveness.

"Keep working," she said.

And for a few minutes I massaged her feet. I was moving to her calf, when she asked, "So you want to get pegged?"

"What?" I gasped.

"Your wife tells me everything," she reminded me.

"Apparently," I said, my face going beet red.

"I told her she should just bend you over and fuck the shit out of you," she said rather matter-of-factly.

"Oh, God," I said, almost as a groan, the idea of exactly that being my fantasy.

"You really want to get ass fucked, don't you?" She asked.

"I can't believe we are having this conversation," I said, mixed feelings coursing through me again.

On the one hand, shame and embarrassment at someone knowing I had such a fantasy.

On the other hand, relief at finally having someone to talk to this about... even if it was my hot sister-in-law.

"Answer the question," she ordered. "Do you want to get ass fucked?"

"I prefer the term pegged," I countered, that made it somehow seem less gay than her phrasing.

She smiled, "That's just semantics."

I retorted, as I continued massaging her calf, "Maybe, but one makes me sound like I'm gay and the other seems romantic... or at least more intimate."

"Fair enough," she nodded, as she moved her other leg to my hands. "Do this calf too."

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, attempting to be playful and also hinting at my submissiveness again.

"So, you want to be pegged?" She asked.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Interesting," she nodded.

"Why is it interesting?" I asked, her tone hard to read.

She shrugged, "It's just I was very surprised that Kendra wasn't excited by this."
"I was hoping she would be a little more supportive," I nodded.

"She is more supportive than you would think," Sabina said, making me even more curious.

"How so?" I asked, understanding my wife's reluctance and, in the end, rejection of my fantasy.

"She talked with me in detail after your first text and then after your enthusiastic response when you got hard at the idea of being fucked and sucking cock."

"I'm not gay," I quickly protested.

"I didn't say you were," she said. "I've eaten pussy, but I don't consider myself a lesbian."

"That is a visual I will have a hard time erasing from my brain," I joked.

"And what if I told you I know a couple of the woman who I have munched on and been munched on in return?" She questioned looking at me with such naughtiness I thought I may come right there and then. I mean, it's every guy's dream to watch two women have sex.

"I may come in my pants," I joked.

"That wouldn't be good," she said.

"I concur," I nodded, even though I was dying to ask who. Instead I asked, "Have you munched pussy recently?"

"Maybe," she shrugged.

"Probably shouldn't be asking such questions of my sister-in-law," I said.

Just then her cell rang. She sadly moved her feet away from me and went to her phone across the room.

"Hi, Kendra," Sabrina greeted.

Instantly I felt guilty, even though I hadn't done anything wrong.

"You're right. He gives amazing nylon-clad foot massages," Sabrina said.

I was curious what my wife was saying.

"I don't know. I'll ask," she said. "Ben, are you hard right now?"

"Oh my God!" I gasped.

"It's not me asking, but your wife."

"I definitely plead the fifth."

"He says yeah," Sabrina said back in the phone.

"I didn't say yes," I yelled, even as my rock created an impressive tent in my shorts.

"He implied it," Sabrina said, even as she gave me an 'as if' look.

"Not yet," she said.

I wondered what the question was to that.

"And you're still okay with it?"

Yet another question I was dying to hear.

"Sure," Sabrina agreed, pressing the speakerphone button as she handed me her phone. "I'm going to get into something a little more comfortable."

I was disappointed that the nylon foot show was coming to an end and even as I began talking to my wife I watched her sister walk away.

"Hi, honey," I greeted.

"Is she using you as slave labour?" Kendra asked.

"Yeah, I feel like I'm at home," I joked.

"Hey!" She laughed.

"No. It's been fine," I said, before adding, "I can't believe you told your sister about my pegging fantasy."

"I had to tell someone," she said. "When you first texted me it was a major blow to my self-esteem and created instant insecurity."

"I would never cheat on you," I stressed.

"I know," she said. "But my first thoughts were of my past and being cheated on and then they were how do I even respond to this. And I know Sabrina has some experience in this."

"She does?" I asked, instantly wondering if it had been with her ex, a football player in college, and a man's man by every definition of the proverbial dictionary.

"Yes," my bride of fourteen years answered. "She can tell you about her experience. Anyways, I did some research, even went strap-on shopping, but, in the end, I just couldn't imagine myself in that role."

"I understand," I said, disappointed but accepting the reality that being pegged was always going to remain a fantasy.

"I can," Sabrina said, startling me.

I turned and gasped. She had indeed changed... her dress was gone, but she was still in a bra, and thigh high stockings and, much to my shock, a strap-on cock.

"Is my sister wearing a strap-on?" My wife asked.

"Yes," I answered, still in complete stunned shock and yet that doubled when I processed my wife's question. "You know?"

"Yes," my wife answered, as Sabrina walked towards me. "Sabrina and I have made an agreement."

"You have?" I asked in disbelief, even as I stared at the cock walking toward me.

"Yes," she continued. "I don't want to dismiss your fantasy. I also don't want you tempted and ending up cheating on me, so I came up with a solution."

"I came up with the solution," Sabrina added, now standing directly on front of me.

"Semantics," my wife sighed on the phone. "We came up with a solution."

I was speechless.

Horny as hell and speechless.

Confused beyond explanation and speechless.

"Do you still want to get ass fucked, Ben?" Sabrina asked as she stroked her fake cock.

"First things first," my wife interrupted as I stared at the cock directly in front of my face. "Here are the rules."

"Rules?" I asked, still in utter confusion about what was happening. My wife had made it clear if I ever cheated on her she would cut off my nuts and watch me die.

"Yes, you can do things with my sister you can't do with me," my wife explained.

I don't know why, but I decided to make a joke, "I can watch the Naked Gun with her?" It was my favourite movie of all time, but my wife hated parody movies.

"Oh, you're going to be naked and you're going to be getting my gun," Sabrina said, as she took the phone and ordered, "Now suck my cock."

Those were words I had fantasized my wife saying, and as I went to respond she slid her cock in my mouth.

"Hey sis, he looks pretty hot with a cock in his mouth," Sabrina said.

"Send me a pic," my wife replied, shock compounding shock as I tentatively began sucking the cock. My wife continued, "Ben, you have permission to get naked, suck cock and get pegged by my sister. You can do anything with her, you don't do with me."

I heard the snap of the phone picture as my head spun with the consequence of what I was doing and what I was hearing.

"Sending the pic," Sabrina declared.

"Ben, I want you to live your fantasy and I can't do it," my wife explained. "But I want you to do it in a safe environment. So you can get pegged by my sister and suck her cock."

Sabrina added, "You should see his facial expression, sis."

"Are you okay with this, Ben?" My wife asked.

Sabrina pulled her cock out of my mouth and I asked, "Are you sure?"

"I am," she answered. "I understand you need things I can't give you and you can also give my sister what she is currently missing."

Sabrina nodded, as she moved her cock around my lips, "You sure I can't take his cock in my ass too, sis?"

"No insertion!" my wife stressed, before adding, "in you."

"Fine," my sister-in-law sighed, as she looked down at me and said, "Too bad, I love it in the ass and your sister insists I can't have you in my cunt either. Trust me, I tried to bargain for that too."

Hearing my sisters-in-law say 'cunt' was just another level of 'what the fuck was happening?'

"Only my cunt," my wife also using the taboo 'c' word I had only heard her say when she was really, really drunk, stressed.

I clarified, wanting complete understanding of what was currently happening, "So I can suck cock, get pegged, but I can't fuck her in any way?"

"Exactly," my wife said, as if this was obvious, using the same tone she used when she was pointing our something I should know and didn't. She then repeated. "You can do anything I don't let you do to me."

"I still keep waiting for the punch line," I said, feeling this was just too good to be true. I considered pointing out that she didn't let me fuck her in the ass so that technically should be allowed but I didn't think now was the time for more semantics.

"And don't forget the pussy munching piece," Sabrina said.

"Oh right, I have reluctantly allowed you to go down on her and give her one of your out of this world pussy lickings," my wife added.

"Reluctantly?"

"I wanted to keep this to only things I wasn't willing to do," she explained. "But I apparently over sold how great you are with that wicked tongue of yours."

Which was true. I've always loved licking pussy and have been told by every women I've been with that I was the best they ever had at licking pussy. Something I had become very proud of, even joking that I should travel the world giving women oral pleasure.

"Your wife insists you are even better than a girl," she added, "and that, I had to check out myself."

"Sabrina!" My wife gasped, even as my brain went to the obvious question: my wife had been with a woman???

"He didn't know you used to regularly munch cunt?" Sabrina asked, clearly enjoying all this shock and awe.

"No, he didn't," my wife said, clearly embarrassed.

"Wow!" Was all I could say with the confirmation Sabrina wasn't full of shit.

"It was only a few times," my wife defended.

"A few dozen times," Sabrina countered, as I wondered who exactly my wife would have licked... she had never even remotely showed any interest in the same sex.

"Fine," my wife sighed. "Baby, I used to eat a lot of pussy in high school and college... but I haven't once since we got married."

Instantly I wondered if that meant she had while we were dating. Yet, I didn't inquire, instead I said "You are welcome to eat pussy again if you want."

"That's good to know," she laughed.

"That is good to know," Sabrina added, her tone implying what was already lingering in the back of my mind... maybe, just maybe, my wife had committed incest. Yet, again, I didn't ask. I left my many questions in the back of my mind and focused instead on the cock in front of me as I leaned forward and took it back into my mouth. She laughed, "Your hubby is a natural little cock sucker."

"I bet he is," my wife said. "He is very obedient."

Again I was surprised by those words, and even more so by the next.

"Get naked," an impatient Sabrina ordered.

"Do as she says," my wife added.

"Okay," I said, completely bewildered and excited even as I waited for the punch line and still stunned by the reality that my sweet wife was both allowing this to happen and also had been with women before.

I stood up, took off my shirt and then my dress pants.

My erection now poking out of my boxers. "I think your hubby is excited, Kendra."

"I imagine so," my wife responded. "Are you ready to be pegged, baby?"

"Yes," I answered as I took off my socks.

"And now the underwear," Sabrina ordered still very impatient. "I hear you also have a pretty impressive package down there."

I laughed, finally beginning to accept that this was really happening, "You guys really do talk about everything."

"Nice," Sabrina said as she saw my nice, thick, seven and a half inch cock.

My wife quipped, "Was I lying?"

"Nope, it's quite impressive," Sabrina concurred. "You sure I can't suck it?"

"Nope, sucking that delicious cock is my job," my wife said. "But you can take a facial." That was something my wife hated, although she had allowed me to do it once before we were married.

"I'm going to fuck him now," my sister-in-law declared. "Go around to the other side of the couch and bend over."

"I-um-I..." I began realizing I still had a plug in my ass.

"What?" Sabrina asked annoyed, impatience apparently a family trait. "Do you want me to pound that asshole of yours or not?"

"You really know how to sweet talk," my wife joked, still listening.

I turned around.

"That is priceless," Sabrina roared with laughter as she saw the plug in my ass.

"What?" A very curious Kendra asked.

"Your husband has a butt plug in his ass," Sabrina announced.

"Oh," was all my wife said.

"I was preparing my ass for my prostate massager when I got back to the hotel," I explained.

"Well, now you have prepared your ass for my dick," Sabrina quipped, pulling the plug out of my ass. "Now go get in position."

I obeyed.

"Are you going to stay on and listen?" Sabrina asked.

"No, I think this is between you two," my wife answered, as Sabrina moved behind me. "Have fun, baby."

"Thank you so much, honey," I said with great appreciation at just how much I loved my wife, as my sister-in-law's hands moved to my hips.

"I love you, baby," my wife said.

"I love you, tooooooo," I answered and screamed, as Sabrina slammed her entire cock in my ass in one surprise hard thrust.

"Is your dick in my husband's ass?" My wife asked.

"Balls deep," Sabrina declared as she began slowly fucking me,

"Oh God," I moaned, my erect cock flinching with each forward thrust... as this was easily way better than any toy I had experimented with.

"How's it feel, baby?" my wife asked.

"So good," I moaned, the sensation of being pegged and used by a woman as sexually stimulating as I had imagined.

Then my wife surprised me one last time. "Fuck the shit out of him, Sabrina."

"That," Sabrina said, as she began fucking me harder, "is a promise."

"Bye," my wife said.

"Bye," I replied, as I began to get pounded like a slut.

"Tell me what you want, Ben," Sabrina ordered, as she tossed the phone onto the couch.

"To be your slut," I moaned, loving the idea of being the girl.

"Maybe I should have put thigh highs on you," she said, as she kept fucking me.

"Oh, I never thought of that," I said, although I recalled my wife saying the same thing the day we first chatted about this. Which instantly made me wonder why I didn't wear thigh highs or pantyhose under my clothes. When I was younger I used to masturbate while wearing my mom's pantyhose but had somehow never considered it since I left home. Now... I knew I would be doing it in the future.

"You like that idea, don't you?" Sabrina purred, as she slammed into me harder. "Being turned into a complete little girlie slut."

"God, yes," I admitted, in complete rapture and completely at the whim of my dominant sister-in-law.

"You know this isn't a one-time thing," she continued. "From now on you will stay here when you come in for meetings and be my little bitch."

"Oh fuck," was all I could say to that declaration... praying it was true... That my wife would let this happen more than once.

She slammed deep into me and reached around and grabbed my cock. "Fuck, I think you're almost ready to blow."

"I've never felt so desperate to come," I admitted, her hand slowly stroking me while her cock was completely buried in my ass.

She just as quickly moved her hand away as she said, "The submissive doesn't get to come until his Mistress is fully satisfied."

More words that turned me on completely as she pulled out of my ass.

"Let's see just how well you eat cunt," she said, moving to the couch and taking the strap-on off, revealing a completely shaved pussy. "I even got a Brazilian this week just for tonight."

As I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands moving to her silk-clad legs, I said, "And it's very much appreciated."

"Don't just stare and drool, slave, get licking," Sabrina ordered, as she grabbed my head and roughly shoved it into her already very wet pussy.

I hadn't tasted a new pussy in years, sixteen, I think, and I forgot the excitement of a new pussy, a new scent, a new taste. In college during my wild days, the tasting of a new pussy was almost as exciting as fucking a new woman.

Sabrina was wet, her scent strong, and her pussy taste sweet and fruity.... being a health nut clearly had one more benefit... a yummy pussy.

I started slowly, like I always do, savouring the pussy, worshipping it, preparing it for its slow climb to eruption.

"Oh yes," Sabrina moaned. "Take your time down there."

And that is exactly what I had planned.

I licked and explored every crevice of her pussy lips, inside and out, her moans increasing as I did.

"Oh God, stop teasing me, eat my fucking cunt," she demanded after a few minutes, as she wrapped her stocking-clad legs around me and pulled my face deep into her wetness.

I moved to her clit and tugged it roughly.

"That's it, eat my cunt," she screamed, as the sudden intense pleasure hit her... as clit pleasure usually does.

I kept pressure on her clit while I licked hungrily and I wasn't surprised when moments later she screamed, "I'm coming!"

What did surprise me was the excess amount of cum that splattered my face... it was like getting hit with the initial power of a shower head.

Like her sister though, as soon as she came, she pushed me away, her pussy lips suddenly incredibly sensitive.

I watched her cum. There was nothing more beautiful than watching a woman come. The complete vulnerability as they give in to the complete pleasure God gave to their bodies.

"Holy fuck," she moaned, as she lay back on the couch still coming. When she opened her eyes, she asked, "Wanna marry me?"

"I think I'm only a rental at the moment," I joked.

"My sister is a very lucky girl."

"I tell her that all the time," I joked, as I stood up.

"You're not hard?" She noticed, saying it as a surprised question.

"I love eating pussy, but oddly I find it so relaxing I usually don't get hard and even lose my erection if I have one," I explained.

"You really are an enigma, Ben. A big cocked, ass taking, pussy munching, submissive," she listed, which again stirred my cock.

"You like the name calling?" She asked, noticing my cock's reaction.

"I didn't know I did. Kendra doesn't talk overly dirty other than 'Fuck me hard' and definitely doesn't call me names," I answered.

"But you are an ass taking submissive, aren't you?" She asked, moving her stocking-clad left foot to my chest.

"Yes," I nodded, getting turned on by her accusations and hoping she was going to fuck me again.

"And you are a submissive who will eat my cunt, suck my dick, bend over like a slutty twink the moment I order, are you not?" She asked, rubbing my chest with her sheer silk foot.

"Yes," I answered both ashamed and excited at the same time.

"Does my sister give you nylon-clad foot jobs?" She asked as her foot moved down my chest at a snail's pace.

"No," I answered, something she tried once but her lack of coordination made it more funny than sexy.

"Good," she nodded, as she moved both her stocking-clad feet to my growing cock. "Then I can do it to you."

I moaned on contact.

"You like that, my little slut?" she asked, slowly stroking my quickly growing cock.

Being called a 'slut', a term used for females, somehow only enhanced my excitement. "God, yes," I answered.

The sensation of the foot job was amazing and only enhanced the amazing evening... the best in my life... which made me suddenly feel bad.

That was short lived as she asked, "Ready to get ass fucked again?"

Showing my utter submissiveness to her, I answered, "I'm your slut."

"This time I want to pound that asshole hard," she said, sounding so nasty and hot as if in a porno. "Get on all fours, you little ass slut."

I obeyed, so compelled by my sister-in-law's dominant behaviour. Once on all fours, I watched as she put the strap-on back on.

She asked, "Ready to become my permanent ass slut?"

"God, yes," I agreed, willing to agree to almost anything at the moment... my raging hard on controlling me completely.

"I can't believe my sister won't do this to you, it obvious deep down you're a submissive cock slut," she said, as she moved behind me.

I wasn't sure that was entirely true, although at the moment I did indeed want her cock deep in me.

"Ready?" She asked, on her knees behind me.

"Yes," I answered.

"Yes, what?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm ready to get fucked in the ass by you," I declared, feeling her teasing my asshole.

"And what are you?" She asked.

"An ass slut," I answered.

"More," she demanded, her cock teasing my ass.

"Your submissive bitch," I added, willing to say anything to have her cock buried in my ass.

As she slammed her cock in me, making me scream in pleasure and pain, she explained, "I plan to convince your wife to let me bring over one of my guy friends for you to suck."

My eyes went big, the idea, at the moment, very exciting... a fantasy that was lingering deep down but not one I'd ever considered a possibility.
"Do you want to suck a real cock, slut?" She asked, as she leaned into me, the entire cock buried in me but not moving.

Part of me wanted to, part of me didn't. But, I answered like she expected at the moment, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" She asked, as she did three quick hard thrusts.

"Yes, I want to suck a big hard, juicy cock," I declared, shocked by the vivid answer I gave.

"Do you want me to get you a big hard, what did you say, juicy cock for you?" she asked, giving me five hard deep thrusts.

"Yesssss," I moaned, in complete bimbo slut mode, just wanting to get pounded.

"And tomorrow you will come back here after your meetings to suck a real cock and get spit-roasted," she continued, a few more deep hard thrusts.

"Anything for you, Mistress," I declared, using the ultimate term of submission and utter giving away of authority.

"Good," was all she said, as she began reaming my asshole.

"Oh yes, drill my ass," I moaned, loving the hard deep thrusts... the ones I was usually on the giving end of and not the receiving end. My hard cock swayed back and forth and I desperately wanted to touch it, to come... but I couldn't in the submissive position I was in.

After a few minutes, she asked, "Ready to cum, ass slut?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Yes, what?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress, I want to come so badly," I whined.

She pulled out, and ordered, "Stand up and shoot your load on me."

I quickly obeyed, standing up and instantly furiously pumping my iron hard cock.

"God, I wish I could have that cock in my mouth, cunt and asshole," she purred, as she watched me jerk off.

"Oh, God," I groaned, desperately close.

"Come for me, Ben, come all over my face," she ordered.

And I did. "Aaaaaaaaaaah," I groaned, as rocket after rocket of my cum shot out of me and splattered her pretty face.

I don't know if I had ever come so hard or so much.

Once done, she leaned forward with her one eye open that wasn't coated in cum and licked the cum off the end of my cock. "God, I want your cock in me."

She didn't take it in her mouth though... apparently staying true to the deal she made with my wife.

"Grab the phone and take a picture of me," she ordered.

"Really?" I asked.

"Just do it," she ordered.

I took the picture of my sister-in-law with my cum all over her face.

"Send it to your wife," she ordered.

I did.

"So tomorrow I expect you here after your meeting," she said.

"I'll have to ask Kendra, she always expects me home as soon as possible after meetings," I said.

"I'll take care of her," she said, as she stood up, scooped some cum off her face and ordered, "Open up."

My eyes went wide, but I obeyed as she put my cum in my mouth.

"Suck it off," she ordered.

And I closed my mouth around her finger and sucked my cum off it. To my surprise, there was no real taste.

"Tomorrow, you get to taste it directly from the source," she said.

"I'm not sure Kendra will allow that," I said, although after today I had no idea what she would and wouldn't allow.

"Like I said, I'll take care of my sister. Tomorrow you suck a real cock," she promised, as she scooped more cum off her face and this time put it in her own mouth.

"Okay," I nodded, although my tone implied I was unsure.

"Do you want to suck a real cock?" She asked.

"Sometimes," I admitted.

"Until you do, you will always wonder," she said.

"I guess," I shrugged.

"And if it's about your wife, don't worry. She was my submissive pussy munching slut before, and she will be again."

The End... for now.

Coming someday if enough people want to read more about Ben's sexual exploration:

Exploring Sexuality: Cocksucking

Ben sucks his first real cock... gets spit-roasted.

And perhaps:

Exploring Sexuality: Crossdressing

Exploring Sexuality: Gloryhole

Exploring Sexuality: Incest?

Or other ideas???
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