Jessica let out a high-pitched bark of pleasure with every powerful thrust of Matthew’s hips. She looked over her shoulder at his sweaty body, blotched red with exertion, and they shared a mischievous grin as he caught her eye. The headboard thudded against the bedroom wall each time he drove his cock deep into her from behind, steady and deliberate, and the ripple of her round ass as his thighs collided with them was utterly hypnotic. 

Matthew could tell he was close to bringing his gorgeous wife to orgasm by the needy way she pushed her hips back against him. Gripping her by the waist and leaning forward, he growled into her ear, “Are you gonna cum for me, baby?”

His low, sensual voice sent tingling sensations through her body, all headed in one direction and meeting in a supernova of sexual rapture. Matthew groaned with satisfaction as Jessica tensed and shuddered beneath him, holding her impaled on his throbbing dick. An onslaught of expletives was unleashed into the pillow in which Jessica’s face was now buried. 

At length, and with her chest still heaving, she broke free of his grasp and collapsed on the bed, thighs drenched in her own climactic secretions. Her husband pressed his body against hers, his erection nestling in the cleft of her ass, and placed firm little kisses on her shoulders and neck. As her senses returned to her, she raised her hips to grind against his hard shaft, signalling to Matthew that she was ready for more.

He pushed himself back up onto his knees and, with animal lust, flipped her over onto her back. Seeing the fire in his eyes, Jessica bit down on her lip and cupped her breasts with her hands, hoarse whimpers escaping from her as she toyed with her hard nipples. Nothing turned Matthew on more than the vision of his perfect wife in a state of blissful arousal.

The wetness of her orgasm now coated his fingers as he plunged them inside her sodden pussy and massaged her inner walls. Still sensitive, she flinched momentarily at the light brush of his thumb across her clitoral hood, before sharing with him a sinful smile. In four years of marriage, nothing had quelled her incandescent desire for her deliciously hunky husband. 

Unable to resist her, Matthew lowered himself again, nudging her hand away with his nose to take her swollen nipple between his teeth, sending electric pulses through her with the agile movements of his tongue. She closed her eyes and pushed her fingers through his short, sandy hair, revelling in the knowledge that he would surely make her cum again before the night was out. 

When his attention shifted to Jessica’s other sensitive areola, he withdrew his fingers from her, thickly glazed in her sweet juices, and slid them between her plump asscheeks, seeking out her tight hole. At the feeling of his slick digits pressing against her, just barely penetrating the forbidden orifice, her eyes shot open and she swiftly drew herself up on her elbows, lifting Matthew’s head by a fistful of hair.

“Whoa there, buddy,” she scolded with the serious expression of a mother who had just found her child with a hand in the cookie jar. “Whatcha doin’ there?”

He pouted at her, eyes wide and pleading, making her smile in spite of herself. “I just thought,” he replied, gently caressing her thighs, “Maybe we could try… y’know… I thought it could be fun.” Matthew’s boyish grin almost cracked her, but her resolve was firm.

“Haven’t we covered this topic?” She arched an eyebrow at him. This wasn’t the first time he had broached the subject of anal sex, but she was yet to be presented with anything like a convincing argument. While she loved to explore and experiment in the bedroom, and out of it, being fucked in the ass was her line in the sand. 

Heat radiated from her still-moist pussy as his hand began to massage her mound and she stifled a moan. “We have,” he said, gently kissing her soft breast, “I just thought—“

“Well don’t ‘just think’,” she interrupted more harshly than she had intended, evoking the look of a wounded puppy. Her fingers stroked his lightly-stubbled cheek in a consoling gesture, and she lifted his chin to look deep into his eyes. “Now, fuck me already. In the /cunt/,” she added quickly, making them both laugh. 

He wasted no more time in guiding his rigid length between her moistened folds once more, and she wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his taut buttocks. The acceleration to fiery, carnal fucking was swift, their minor spat forgotten for the moment as he drove them ever closer to their mutual release. 

Jessica’s wave crashed first, more sudden than the last but every bit as exquisite. Clutching savagely at her own breasts, she writhed and squealed beneath him, her legs like a vice around his waist that he fought against to continue his strong, rhythmic thrusts. 

Seconds later, as his crescendo peaked, Matthew’s body succumbed to her pull and he sank deep into her, jolting with each orgasmic spasm and flooding his lover with his sizeable load. The bed groaned beneath them as it was allowed to settle, their bodies still now but for the gradually diminishing swell of their chests from their heavy breaths. 

The legs around him relaxing, Matthew slipped his softened cock from Jessica, a slow white trickle following in its wake. She reached down to catch a little on her fingers, spreading it on her lips before licking them clean in a final moment of libidinous sensuality. 

They bathed for a minute in their post-coital glow, fingers wandering on hot flesh without purpose. Their silence made space for forgotten background noise—a car passing in the street below, or the distant hum of the refrigerator from the opposite end of the house. Jessica turned her head and kissed his stubble, just catching the smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth. 

“Love you, babe,” Matthew almost whispered, facing the ceiling with his eyes closed as he started to lose the battle with sleep. 

Drawing the duvet over them both, she pressed her lips against his sleeping forehead. “Love you, too,” she told him, taking his hand in hers as she drifted off. 

---

Matthew emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. An unconscious smile crept onto his face as he observed his beautiful wife, sitting upright in their bed, her breasts casually exposed. She peered at the tablet through her dark-rimmed reading glasses, not noticing the return of her half-naked husband at first. When she did, and she drank in his lean physique and suggestive smirk, coupled with the images on the screen, Jessica instinctively bit down on her bottom lip. 

She continued to watch him while he assembled an outfit from their drawers and wardrobes and began to dress. The towel dropped and he bent to pull on his boxer shorts. There was the faintest stirring in Jessica’s loins as her eyes consumed his peachy little ass, less faint when his cheeks spread to afford her a momentary glimpse of his anus. It was a first for her, but she knew exactly why the sight of Matthew’s tight asshole had aroused her so.

“I’ve been thinking,” she started, a distrait hand snaking between her legs beneath the sheet.

“Dangerous!” he shot at her as he plonked down on his side of the bed to put his socks on.  

She let the tablet fall face-down onto her abdomen to give him a playful smack, evoking a chuckle that shook the bed. “Sorry, my love,” Matthew said, still altogether too pleased with himself, “What have you been thinking about?”

“Last night.” Her legs parted slightly, letting her roving fingers find her already slick entrance. “Your little… attempt.”

Soft eyes met hers in a silent apology. “I shouldn’t have done that without talking to you.” A finger slid inside, and Jessica struggled to stifle a light gasp. “And I’m glad it didn’t spoil our fun.” 

He leaned back to give her a quick peck, but she held him in a longer, forgiving kiss as her pussy clenched around her finger. His clean, fresh scent contrasted with the vague tang of sweat and sex that still persisted on her skin and the bedclothes. When their lips parted, Matthew gave a wide grin, then asked, “Breakfast?”

“Not yet.” She patted the space between them, inviting him. “C’mere for a minute.”

Lifting his legs onto the bed, Matt drew himself up beside her and slid his arm around her, affectionately stroking her smooth skin. He met her thoughtful gaze with with a look tinged with curiosity. “What’s up, Jess?”

“So,” she began, removing her spectacles with her free hand while still subtly caressing her moist folds. “The thought of anal sex kinda… freaks me out.”

“I told you, it’s fine,” Matthew instantly responded, “We don’t have to—“

“Let me finish!” she snapped, jostling him. With a gentle squeeze from the hand now on her waist, he mouthed an apology and mimed zipping his lips.

Her hand was still now, calmly resting on her mound, and she continued, “I don’t ever want you to regret not having tried something.” He opened his mouth to speak but, on seeing Jessica’s raised eyebrow, promptly closed it again. “And I sure as hell don’t want you to be tempted—and I’m talking years down the line—to try to find it somewhere else.”

Even at the limits of his imagination, Matthew could never imagine wanting to be with anyone but her. The mere thought of hurting her in that way was too painful to entertain. He remained silent though, because he knew she trusted him, and that, sometimes, scars from the past never truly heal.

She brought her face close to his, undiluted love in her eyes. “I want us to experience everything together.” Her lips touched his, just barely, and she let her fingers once again graze her vulva.

The way she said “everything”, while sending a delectable quiver down his backbone, hinted that there was something more than anal sex on the table here, but he could not discern from her expression her true meaning. 

“We’re equals in this marriage, right?” 

“Of course,” was his quick response to the largely rhetorical question. 

“And so,” she continued, an impish glint in her eye, “You wouldn’t expect me to do anything you weren’t willing to do yourself, right?”

He faltered, answering only with a puzzled look in his attempt to comprehend her. The mischievous grin spread wide across her face, and she felt herself get just a fraction wetter. Jessica lifted the tablet, her eyes never leaving Matthew’s face as she brought it to life with the press of a button.

What little colour was in his cheeks paled further when he looked at the screen, and understanding dawned. The browser was open on a website selling sex toys and paraphernalia, and the image on the page Jessica had been looking at made Matthew’s eyes bulge. He could only gawp at the picture of the blue rubber phallus attached—by means he couldn’t quite decipher in that moment—to a harness, the likes of which one might wear rock-climbing. 

A couple of minutes of silence passed, during which Jessicas flicked through images, showing him the strap-on dildo from different angles, as though that might somehow sway him. She wanted to know his reaction without her prompting, but her growing impatience eventually got the better of her and she prodded him for a response. 

“It’s six inches long,” she said sweetly, scrolling to the specifications at the bottom of the page, “About the same as you. Seems fair, don’t you think? Plus... it's blue, for boys.”

He simply laughed at this last statement, but made no further comment. She expected him to reject the idea completely, and she wouldn’t press it any further, but she couldn’t deny how erotic she had started to find the idea of fucking her husband’s ass. Indeed, her covert masturbation was becoming increasingly difficult to mask as the thrill of this potential foray into uncharted waters heightened her arousal until it could be heard on the edge of her voice. 

Matthew looked back and forth between the expectant expression of his wife and the sex toy on the screen, at length finding words. “So you want to… use that? On me?”

She bit her lip as she nodded, tracing tiny, torturous circles around her clit.

“And if I do that, then you’ll…?”

“That’s the deal,” she grinned, placing the tablet to the side, “If you want my ass, you gotta give me yours first.” An involuntary whimper escaped her, and the near-imperceptible movements of Jessica’s arm caught his eye for the first time. 

“Are you touching yourself?” he asked with a look and tone of comical bemusement. He peeled back the duvet to reveal her furtive endeavour, but being caught out only served to spur her on, and she now used her free hand to pinch at a swollen nipple. “You’re really getting off on this… strap-on thing?”

“Uh huh,” she managed in a high, breathy voice, her body starting to squirm with that pre-orgasmic sensation. Seeing her, hearing her, in such a fevered state, Matthew’s instincts overpowered whatever conflict was playing out in his mind, and he rapidly moved between her legs usurping her fingers with his deft tongue. The dizzying assault on his senses—the taste and smell of her wantonness—was divine, and he realised just how much this little idea of hers had turned her on. 

He devoured her, lapping at her juices and electrifying each nerve-ending with his skilful tongue. Her hips pushed into him with untamed desperation, the tempest captive in her loins demanding of him release. Visions of the strap-on flashed through Matthew’s blurred mind as he used his intimate knowledge of his wife’s physiology to inflict maximum pleasure. His cock throbbed with the flutter of exhilaration at venturing into the unknown with his beloved Jessica. 

Without warning, her thighs clamped his face in place, the soprano moans of delight now muted by the warm flesh against his ears. Burying his nose in her tuft of hair, he laid a lavish assault on her inflamed clit until, with a colossal bodily convulsion, she crashed over the edge of her toe-curling climax.

A few seconds passed with his head still locked in her grip before Matthew tapped his submission on her hip, and they shared a laugh through their heavy breaths as he returned to her side. Pulling herself up again, she leaned across to kiss his moist lips and said, “Thanks for that, babe.”

“So,” he smirked, picking up the tablet and opening up the sex toy website once more, “You wanna fuck my ass, huh?” Even hearing him say those words sent a tremor of excitement through Jessica’s body. 

“I do. We got a deal?” They stared at each other unblinking, as though engaging one another in a game of sexual chicken.

“Deal.” He clicked ‘Add to Basket’ and handed her the tablet before rising to his feet. “Order lube, too,” he added, heading back to the bathroom to wash his face, “And what do you want for breakfast?”

---

“Matthew, what do you think? Matthew?” 

“I think he’s frozen?”

“What? No, I’m here.” Matthew quickly switched back to the video call, looking as flustered as though his mum had just walked in on him masturbating. He realised what a stupid expression he must have been broadcasting for the last five minutes, completely incognisant of the bright green light at the top of his screen.

“You weren’t looking at porn during a meeting, were you Matt?” one of his colleagues joked, chuckling in his little box with his carefully curated bookshelf in the background.

“No, no,” he lied, praying that his blushes would not be captured by the low-resolution webcam of his five-year-old laptop, “I was just reading an e-mail that came through, sorry.”

Nothing more was said about it, and he made sure to give the final twenty minutes of his meeting, no matter how tedious, his full attention. While endlessly grateful for being allowed to work from home rather than commute ninety minutes each way, he didn’t yet have the discipline to be as productive as he ought, especially when his thoughts were preoccupied by certain other matters. 

The meeting concluded with everyone engaging in that cringe-worthy practice of waving goodbye to the camera, and Matthew made the executive decision that 4:15pm was a reasonable enough quitting time for the day. He brought back up the distracting images he had been perusing and brought his face close to the screen, forensically scanning them for whatever it was that was supposed to make them sexy. 

Regardless of how long or how closely he looked at these pictures—these leather-clad, stiletto-booted women fucking these frail, sad-looking men, usually tied up in some manner, with a big silicone schlong—nothing about them even remotely turned him on. The crude after-shots of the men’s gaping assholes weren’t exactly a selling point either. He couldn’t imagine that this was really what Jessica had in mind, but this appeared to be the norm when it came to what he had discovered was called “pegging”. They had never gone in for the whole “dom/sub” thing as a couple; that wasn’t really their dynamic. However, any fleeting thoughts Matthew had ever had on the matter, usually after stumbling on some kinkier-than-expected porn, had always positioned him as the dominant one.

He started to question the strength of his desire to try anal sex, and to doubt whether this was such a good “deal” after all. It was one of those classic, clichéd male fantasies, although he couldn’t objectively say why; it was something he felt everyone should try at least once in his life, and many of his buddies raved about their experiences. These didn’t seem like very compelling arguments as he watched a short clip of some chubby, pale-faced man with a limp dick getting split in two by the monstrously thick dildo of a severe-looking woman. It didn’t look as though he was having very much fun at all. 

Just as his resolve to call the whole thing off was firming up, he remembered Jessica writhing under his tongue, dripping with need at just the idea of using that strap-on. It was seeing her like that, and knowing how wet it got her, that made him agree to this. If pegging him was going to bring her that much pleasure, he couldn’t possibly deny her that. At least he’d be getting something out of it, too. 

The click of the front door caused him to stir from his contemplations and his teenage-boy instincts drew the cursor over the cross in the corner of the screen. Adult Matthew stayed his trigger finger though, somewhat surprising himself at the maturity of the decision he was able to make in those few startled seconds. 

“Where are you, babe?” came Jessica’s voice from the foot of the staircase.

“The office,” he called back through the ajar door. While he couldn’t hear her footsteps on the carpet, he heard the creak of the steps fourth and third from the top that signalled her approach. He breathed deep, summoning courage, and stared at the screen and the still scene of a topless blonde with nipple piercings, thrusting her aubergine cock halfway up the colon of a scrawny white guy with dead eyes. 

The shadows shifted slightly as she opened the door enough to slide inside and he heard her tentative pause as her eyes must have caught sight of what was on the screen. She came up behind him, draping her arms around his neck, and placed a soft kiss on his temple before sweetly asking, “What the fuck are you looking at?”

Barely registering her question, he swallowed his hesitance and spoke before he could second-guess himself. “Is this really what you wanna do, Jess? I mean, I’ll do it, for you, but I just don’t get what you find sexy about… this!”

She swivelled him around in his chair so they faced each other. “What the hell are you talking about?” she half-laughed, her puzzlement obvious, “I don’t wanna do this.”

He followed her gesturing hand to the screen with a frown, then looked back at her. “But, the strap-on… I thought you…”

“Oh, baby,” she said with a smile, shaking her head as she fondly caressed his cheek, her smooth, confident voice in sharp contrast to his semi-coherent babbling, “I do wanna use the strap-on, but not all this other nonsense.”

Matthew looked even more confused now. This is what he had found when he looked into “pegging”—lots of this. This, as far as he could tell, was it.

“Go pour us a glass of wine,” she instructed, turning her attention to the laptop with a gleam in her eye, “And I’ll show you what I actually had in mind.”

Ceding the chair, he shuffled down to the kitchen to retrieve the wine, white for her and red for him. There was a relief in knowing she wasn’t interested in the leather-and-ropes aspect of pegging, but his head was too full of those graphic images to envisage what she might really mean. 

By the time he returned, Jessica had a video ready to play, and gratefully received the large glass of Pinot Grigio, standing to let Matthew sit again. He admired her properly for the first time since she had come home, reminding himself that he must be the envy of every man she works with. The sexy CEO vibes she was giving off, in her pristine white blouse and figure-hugging skirt, drove him to distraction, so he pitied the poor eighteen-year-old interns who had to drool over her all day. 

“This is more how I imagined it,” she explained, drawing up a stool beside beside him and resting a hand on his thigh. The trepidation remained apparent on his face and, having seen what he was looking at when she walked in, she couldn’t blame him. When she had proposed the idea of pegging, domination and humiliation were the furthest things from her mind.  She took a long sip as she clicked the trackpad to start the video.

The scene opened on a couple kissing, running their hands over their completely naked bodies. It was slow, sensual. He massaged her small breasts as she ran her fingers down his toned abdomen. Matthew thought she was making her way to his engorged member, but she instead spread her palm over his taut buttock, groping it as the heat of their kiss intensified.

Matthew’s eyes never left the screen, settling to enjoy the erotic episode and admiring the quality of production. He was aware of Jessica’s hand on him, slowly moving up and down his thigh, then squeezing it ever so slightly at the moment the man’s hand slid between his counterpart’s legs, making her gasp.

After a few minutes, the on-screen woman stood up, her beau watching her with a smile, his cock as hard as his sweat-glossed pectorals. She reappeared seconds later, tightening the harness around her waist and stroking the modest white dildo that now protruded from her pelvis. The man moved to the edge of the bed and pulled her to him, planting soft kisses on her collarbone, across her pink areolae and down to her navel.

Jessica let her hand rise further up Matthew’s leg and felt his hardening length push against her fingertips. Feeling her own arousal begin to swell, she shifted in her seat, lifting the hem of her skirt just enough to let her feel the faint dampness of her underwear. He noticed her movements and briefly broke his intense focus to shoot her a quick smile. Watching porn together on a Tuesday afternoon was definitely everything he hoped marriage would be. 

As the man lay on his back and lifted his legs for her, his confident, smouldering expression told Matthew this was not the same submissive act he had seen in all those other photos. There was nothing pathetic or frail about this ripped adonis, and nothing intimidating about the dainty beauty who now pressed her substitute penis against him, building the anticipation of his imminent penetration. 

At the moment the tip of the white dildo pushed into him, both men let out a low groan, and Jessica wrapped her fingers around Matthew’s erection as it throbbed. Her panties, now heavy with moisture, were roughly tugged aside to allow her unfettered access to her slithery vulva. She let a finger slide teasingly up and down her slit to the same rhythm that her other hand now pumped his cock through his pants.

Without conscious thought, Matthew rose from the chair enough to push down his trousers and boxers to his ankles, freeing his steel-like rod. “Where did you find this video?” he asked. The woman was now thrusting into him at pace while gripping his cock like a joystick, spreading the copious volume of viscid fluid he produced over his bulbous glans with her thumb.

Jessica held her husband in a similar grip while she hiked her skirt to her waist and squirmed to remove her knickers with one hand, plunging two fingers between her dripping folds. “I was doing a little research of my own on my lunch break.” They shared a deviously conspiratorial glance before she knelt between his legs, ducking her head slightly so as not to obscure his view. “You like?”

“Fucking hell, Jess.” His heart raced with his excitement. “Why have we never done… this before?”

He gestured at the man on the screen, face contorted with pleasure on the edge of a powerful release, but Jessica didn’t look. In one fluid motion, she pointed his cock towards her and lowered her head to let it fill her mouth, swallowing as it hit the back of her throat until her lips closed securely around the hilt. His head connected with the back of the chair and he gripped its armrests as he issued a loud “Fuck!” of approval.

With burning urgency, she began to gorge herself on Matthew’s cock while fingering her sopping cunt, his wordless utterances mixing with the sounds of professional smut emitting from the computer to create a symphony of sex in their little home office. The short scene was ramping up to its zenith and Jessica intensified her own ministrations, eager for a timely climax for them both.

The first orgasm hit. The beautiful man with seven inches of synthetic cock deep inside him released a low whine as it crashed down on him, and a profuse amount thick cum gushed spasmodically all over his muscular torso. Recalling the sensational effect that same part of the scene had had on her earlier in the day, Jessica moaned with need onto Matthew’s cock and rubbed her hard nub with wanton fury.

The tensing of his body left her in no doubt of his imminent release, and she took him as deep as she could, never lessening her own determination to meet him in that moment of euphoria. With that first vigorous pulse down her throat, and the divine sound of her husband’s rapture, the glory of her own release shook her core and rippled from the epicentre to every tingling nerve-ending. Their bodies pulsed in rhythm as Jessica prolonged their bliss as long as she was able.

When, at length, the high subsided, and Jessica rested her head on his thigh, not daring herself to stand yet, Matthew realised the video had ended. While he had no recollection of witnessing it, he could hear echoes of the woman’s own satisfying orgasm rattling around his dopamine-addled mind. He leaned back and ran his fingers through Jessica’s dark hair, savouring the serene afterglow. 

She reached for her wine and looked up at him with a victorious glint in her eye. “Is our deal still on then?” she asked, taking a long sip.

He picked up his own glass and took a large swig. Grinning back at her, he answered, “Fuck yes!”

---

The package had arrived late in the morning that Friday, and had been a source of distraction for Matthew the rest of the day. The address label bore his wife’s name, so he had not opened it, but he had no doubt about what it was, and its arrival had brought anticipation that had been building all week to an excruciating peak. Jessica’s strap-on fantasy had now become his own, and knowing the wait was near an end made him almost giddy with excitement.

Since watching the video together, the couple had made a daily sport of exchanging the hottest, most erotic pictures and videos of pegging they each could find. On Wednesday, having suffered several unproductive hours willing himself not to jerk off to the tantalising GIFs she had sent him, he could not help but ravish Jessica the second she walked through the door, barely wasting the time to remove her clothes before fucking her roughly against the wall where they stood, much to her delight. The video Matthew had sent the next morning, featuring the same actor from the scene they had watched together, had such an effect on Jessica that she had excused herself for a long lunch to rush home and surprise him, riding him to a dizzying climax on his desk chair before returning for her afternoon meeting with his cum leaking into her knickers and a contented smirk on her face.

They had always enjoyed a healthy sex life, but this had been a particularly insatiable week for them both, and now their magnum opus was all too imminent. Despite his best efforts to clear his mind of anything but his work, even leaving his phone in the next room so as not to succumb to his wife’s temptations, thoughts of Jessica wearing that harness, of her taking his ass, ran amok in his mind. Even when he was able to achieve some level of concentration, he was always keenly aware that his erection had never fully dissipated since the package arrived. Time passed with agonising slowness, until finally his ears pricked at the sound of the car pulling into the drive.

Nerves resurfaced as he hurriedly signed off a final e-mail and logged off for the weekend, but now they only fed his zeal. When he reached the bottom of the stairs and greeted her with a long kiss, she already had the package in her hands. “Is this…?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I believe so, my love.” Matthew couldn’t contain the glee in his voice. “Dinner first though, right?” He half-hoped she’d reject this suggestion and drag him up to the bedroom then and there, but he also had a feeling that, once they went upstairs, they wouldn’t want to come down again for the rest of the night. 

She sensed his eagerness, and felt it herself—just holding the box was sending a thrilling sensation right through her—but over the course of the week she had created an image in her mind of what this evening would be like, and knew patience would be necessary to achieve it. Wanting only the most pleasurable of experiences for them both, she resisted the urge to tear open the box in her hands and unleash all of her pent-up desire.

“Why don’t you go have a shower, and I’ll whip us up something quick and light?” she suggested, planting another quick peck on his lips. He smiled his agreement, stumbling as he turned and scuttled back up the stairs.

Jessica placed the package back on the table and divested herself of her handbag and coat. On entering the kitchen, she fixed herself a strong gin and tonic with a slice of lemon, grimacing slightly at the bitterness of the first mouthful. “A little bit of courage,” she said to herself while assembling the ingredients for an easy salad. There was no question that the idea of using the strap-on excited her greatly, especially with Matthew now fully on board, but anxiety over the other end of the deal still lingered and she hoped a stiff drink or two might steel her nerves.

She startled when Matthew returned while she was tossing the salad, slipping his arms around her and softly kissing her neck. The scent of her favourite aftershave caused her to weaken against him, dropping the tongs as she sank back into his embrace, and her apprehension dissolved yet further. Turning, she caught his lips on hers, running her hands up his back as he pulled her hips into him. His ardour spread to her through their embrace and soothed her mind; stresses seemed suddenly unimportant when wrapped in her lover’s arms.

Pressing a flat hand against his chest, Jessica pushed him back a step and looked him up and down, noticing for the first time the quick transformation he had made. “Honey, you look great,” she marvelled, her tone somewhat more surprised than intended, “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

Matthew looked as though they might have been going out that evening, with a smart, chequered shirt and dark blue jeans. The cheeks of his clean-shaven face expressed a tinge of redness at his wife’s admiration. “Just figured,” he said, pulling himself back in closer to her, “It’s nice to make an effort sometimes.”

Her hands pushed through his short hair to grab the back of his head, and their tongues met in a slow yet intense dance. She could feel Matthew’s erection against her already, but broke the kiss before the ever-growing urge to have him take her there on the kitchen counter overcame her. “You’re not gonna be in those nice clothes for long, you know,” she teased, guiding him to the dining table.

“Good, because the jeans are starting to feel a bit tight.” The unabashed delight on his face at his own little joke was enough to make Jessica laugh as she laid the dishes on the table. 

The sexual tension simmered throughout dinner, showing itself as a flirtatious glance or sly innuendo as they discussed their day and made plans for the weekend. They ate quickly without appearing to rush, the persistent thought of the package in the hallway and all the videos and pictures they had shared throughout the week looming like a shadow in the corner of their minds. Jessica had drained a second glass of gin and tonic, and it was having the intended emboldening effect, bolstered by the unfaltering love in her husband’s eyes when he looked at her. 

As soon as their forks hit the plates, she rose to her feet. “You do the washing up, and I’ll take my shower?”

“Deal,” he winked at her, starting to gather the dishes.

She walked around the table, leaning down to kiss his cheek before whispering in his ear, “And I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

Her breathy voice sent a shiver through him and he savoured it for a few seconds after she had left. When he stirred again, he sprang back into action, clearing the table and filling a basin, all too conscious now of his straining hardness, no longer resisting the fantasies of the evening ahead that swarmed around his head. His buttocks clenched as the vision of Jessica, poised to enter him with that delicious grin on her face, flashed through his mind. “Relax,” was his firm admonition to himself, trying to recall all he had read in an online “pegging advice” forum he had procrastinated on for an hour that morning. 

The package was absent from the hallway as he made his way upstairs, as was Jessica’s handbag, he noted. The shower was still running as he entered the bedroom. Although it was still light outside, Matthew lowered the shades and switched on the standing lamp in his attempt to create a bit of atmosphere, and he lit the large vanilla-scented candle that sat on the dresser. As a less romantic but necessary touch, he situated the clear pump-bottle of lubricant they had acquired on the bedside table.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he wondered if he should undress now, and whether Jessica would be naked when she emerged from the bathroom; they hadn’t discussed such finer details. When he heard the shower stop, he decided it would be better that he remain clothed for now and pulled himself up to sit against the headboard, eyes glued to the door of the en-suite. His pulse quickened with each passing second as he waited, fingers fidgeting in his lap and an unbidden smile on his face. 

The handle turned and the door clicked, opening towards him with dramatic protraction, it seemed. The alluring figure of his wife appeared in the doorway and Matthew’s eyes widened at the sight, sexier even than the visions his mind had conjured. He was on his feet without thinking, drawn to Jessica’s smooth, gentle curves, fixated on the dark blue, lace-trimmed lingerie and the way it accentuated her mouth-watering cleavage. She took a few steps forward and stood, surrounded by an aura of confidence, gripping the appendage now fastened to her hips, the corner of her mouth upturned as she watched him approach.

He stopped a foot from her, his eyes roving over her body with lust and incredulity, finally coming to rest on the six inches of silicone that she continued to stroke lightly. “What do you think?” The question was needless, for the answer was written all over his face. “It’s blue, for boys.”

Matthew couldn’t help but laugh, biting his lip as he caught her eye again. No more words were needed, and she closed the gap between them, letting his hands and lips explore her as she undressed him. The first few buttons of his shirt came undone with ease, but as her impatience grew and her fingers itched to claw at his bare chest, she fumbled, eventually pulling it over his head and thrusting it to the ground in a crumpled heap. She walked him backwards, guiding him to the bed until it hit the back off his knees and she pushed him down onto it with a finger. Looking up at her and her blue protuberance, the moment had already exceeded the expectations of his imagination. 

Composure regained to a degree, Jessica unfastened his jeans and hooked her fingers into the waistband, waiting for him to lift his hips before she slid them down and off his legs, grabbing his socks as she went. A wet spot was visible at the peak of his tented underwear, as though his engorgement wasn’t evidence enough of his heightened state of arousal. With light fingertip touches, she teased him through the fabric, but her own need had grown too great to delay the inevitable much longer. His tumescent cock sprang forth with relief as she yanked down the boxers and flung them blindly to some corner of the room.

She left him for a moment to retrieve the bottle of lube, and he grabbed a pillow from behind him to place under his hips. Lying on his back, naked and vulnerable, Matthew felt himself tense and shut his eyes, battling his trepidation, until he felt Jessica’s hands on his thighs. Her eyes were fixed on him, a fleck of concern in them, but as he gazed back at her, he felt complete trust.

“You sure?” Her expression was serious; she couldn’t bear to think that she was forcing anything on him.

Matthew took a deep breath and lifted his legs, giving himself to her. “Really sure.”

He let out a gasp at the coldness of the viscous fluid she applied liberally around his entrance, and once more as the tip of her manicured finger slipped inside him and made a few slow rotations. At the bottom of his abdomen, his leaking member had formed a small pool which, on noticing it, Jessica scooped up with two fingers and rubbed over the tip of her own blue cock. Leaning down to kiss him, she whispered, “Are you ready?” and he felt it press against him, just the slightest movement away from the moment they had been building to all week.

Consciously relaxing his body, he nodded to her and instantly felt the pressure increase, just to the point of pain. The look she gave told him not to panic, and he told his body to let it happen, issuing a satisfying groan as she penetrated him and the length of the strap-on sank fully inside. He took a few short breaths as he adjusted to the feeling, both of them aglow in sharing this powerful new level of intimacy.

The movements Jessica made were slow and subtle at first, both from a desire not to cause Matthew any discomfort and from becoming accustomed to how the new toy responded to her. Gradually she found her rhythm, holding the backs of his legs as she started to slide in and out, paying close attention to his expression all the while. As the speed increased, so too did the obvious pleasure each thrust imparted, and Matthew began to issue a quiet yelp each time she pushed back into him. Jessica had lost several hours that week daydreaming about taking her husband like this, but watching him beneath her, revelling in the sublime sensation of being fucked for the very first time, was more delectably sensual than she could ever have envisaged.

Her confidence grew, caution abandoned in pursuit of an unforgettable episode of hedonism. He grasped at the sheets either side of him and hurled encouraging obscenities toward the ceiling, welcoming with gratitude his wife’s increased fervour and the heavenly precision of her magic blue cock. Truly, he was being transported to a new realm of ecstasy with each deep thrust. 

“Fuck, Jess,” he sputtered, making a concerted effort to focus on her face through the sweat and the bliss, “This is unbelievable.” Each syllable was punctuated by the crack of flesh on flesh and Matthew’s grunts and whimpers. Long, thick strings now flailed from his aching, untouched cock with every jerk of his body. Jessica, too, could feel her own wetness, the impact of each lunge sending a jolt through her that fuelled her burning need for release.

Having managed to resist the compulsion thus far, she gripped his cock with a forceful firmness, never lessening the ferocity with which she fucked him. She felt it throb in his hand as she hissed, “Cum for me now, Matt,” a fire ablaze in her eyes. 

“Oh, fuck!” was his ineloquent cry as she slammed six blue inches inside him and held it there. With just a few furious strokes, his entire body began to spasm, and thick, white lashings spurted all across his chest and stomach in quantities the likes of which Jessica had never witnessed. She could feel his sphincter tighten and grip the strap-on throughout, seeming to pull her into him, and she felt him release her with the final weak surge of his orgasm. 

She took a step back and ungraciously ripped the harness from her waist, tossing it aside as she climbed onto her perplexed and spent husband. With a half-crazed look, she blurted out, “I need to cum, please babe,” then crawled over him until she straddled his face. Matthew had just enough time to comprehend the situation before she tugged her blue panties to the side and lowered her dripping cunt onto his open mouth. He acted on sheer instinct, lifting his head with what energy he had left and burying his tongue between her folds, responding with dogged verve to her apparent desperation.

In scarcely a few seconds, Jessica reached her much-needed climax, temporarily depriving Matthew of oxygen as it cascaded through her, barely supported by trembling knees and the one hand grasping his hair. Once drained, she fell forward and rolled to her side of the bed, leaving her husband drenched in her juices and gasping for breath. They lay where they were for a minute, maybe more, motionless but for the swell of their chests, Matthew’s legs dangling limply over the edge of the bed. 

“That was…” he started, but quickly trailed off, turning to kiss Jessica’s knee, the only part of her he could reach without expending too much energy.

“Yeah, it was.” Better than they dreamed it, and it was pretty damn good in their dreams. “I’ve never seen you cum like that!” 

“I don’t think I ever have.” He summoned the strength to drag himself level with her, and they faced each other with lazy smiles. “It was like being pushed into overdrive or something.”

“So, you’ll do it again?” She didn’t need to ask; she knew already this had just become a regular feature in their sexual repertoire. 

“Well,” he grinned, “We’ll need to get our money’s worth out of that thing.” He nodded to the discarded strap-on lying near the bathroom door, the blue dildo pointing straight up to the ceiling.

Jessica leaned across to kiss him, giggling when she realised what a sticky mess his face still was. She ran a finger over his deflated penis as though she might revive it with a touch. “I guess it’s my turn now then?”

“We don’t have to do it tonight if you’re—“

A finger on his lips blocked his next words. “A deal’s a deal,” she stated simply, “But you’ll have to clean yourself up first, and then we can deal with this.” Her fingers continued to lightly stroke his lifeless cock for a few moments.

He stumbled to the bathroom on jelly legs, and Jessica pulled a towel from the laundry basket to pat herself down. Picking up various items of Matthew’s clothing as she went, she opened the window to let a cool evening breeze into the sex-heated room, then straightened the bed sheets in preparation for their second round. 

When Matthew returned, looking a bit fresher and a lot more steady on his feet, Jessica quickly fell to her knees and took him in her mouth, her standard revivification practice, and quickly saw the fruits of her labour. Before long, they were ready to embark on another sexual first together. 

He lifted her by the shoulders, letting his lips graze her collarbone before he turned her around and slid his erection along the crease of her plump rear. His hands wrapped around her and cupped her breasts as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck your arse so good.” It wasn’t like Matthew to speak that way, and it made the hair on her neck stand on end. She reached back around his neck, bracing herself to grind against his hardness. 

Without warning, he crouched down, assertively yanked her new knickers down to her ankles and pushed her legs apart. He grabbed a fleshy cheek in each hand and pulled them apart, then thrust his tongue directly into her tight hole. Jessica inhaled sharply at the shock of this brazen intrusion, pleasantly taken aback by this new “take charge” Matt. Caught in the moment, she pushed back against him, letting his tongue explore her as yet undefiled orifice, moaning with uninhibited pleasure as he shoved two rough fingers between her sopping labia.

A surge of adrenaline was coursing through Matthew’s body, invigorating him to enact this fantasy of his just the way he had conceived of it. Jessica’s response to his boldness was heartening, given her previous apprehension, and he hoped to repay her receptiveness by bringing her to that same realm of ecstasy that she had brought him. He helped her step out of her panties and steered her to the bed where he positioned her on all fours, probing her with his nimble tongue and fingers once again.

She had pictured him taking her in the same position she had taken him, but she had no complaints about sticking to the apparently very clear plans he had for them. Any anxieties of Jessica’s that remained had all but disappeared as she purred at the skilled rimming she was receiving. There was a pause, and she almost looked back, but then she felt the dollop of lube massaged into her by his delicate yet strong fingers. The bed shifted and creaked as he climbed onto it behind her, and he pressed his naked body against hers.

“You want your arse fucked, baby?” came the almost unfamiliar voice in her ear, surprising still despite her embracing this new aspect of his character. It rendered her almost speechless, and a shiver shot down her spine. She would never have believed she would ever crave anal sex, but in that moment, she absolutely needed Matthew’s cock stuffed inside her.

She managed an affirmative, “Uh huh,” and wiggled against him, incredulous at the near-instant effect this unknown side of her husband was having on her.

“Good.”

He lined himself up and grabbed her hips tight, slowly pushing forward as he pulled her onto him. Her head dropped and she took a few short, sharp breaths, feeling the pain, but sensing the impending pleasure that would ensue. He was unrelenting, but he did not rush, easing into her by the millimetre until, at length, he was completely inside her. The tightness around his cock was unlike anything he had felt before, and he knew, had Jessica been the first to hold up her end of the deal, it might have been a rather brief encounter.

When she raised her head again, he began his measured, deliberate movements, holding her hips still as he withdrew almost entirely from her, then plunging steadily back in, each time increasing the pace. The pain for Jessica subsided, giving way to a novel sensation that hovered at the edge of her perception, and eluded her each time she grasped for it. As Matthew’s pace increased, however, so too did the lucidity of this sensation, akin to a burgeoning orgasm, with a subtle, indescribable yet very definite distinction.

Then it didn’t matter. When Matthew began to fuck her in earnest, she was too lost in the heady mix of sensations to care about describing them. With each forceful thrust, he drove her deeper into some uncharted zone of euphoric escapism from which she never wanted to return. She surrendered her body to him, docile in the haze of her bliss. 

He pushed her down flat on the bed, letting his cock slip from her to be swiftly replaced by an unhesitant finger, with two from another hand pushing easily into her wet cunt. She bucked against the digits, urging them deeper, willing them to push her further into this dreamlike state. It started to slip away, and her high-pitched moans grew desperate.

“I need your cock,” she pleaded, squirming on the bed, “Fuck me, Matt, please.”

She didn’t see his depraved smirk as he extracted his fingers and lifted her hips up. With her legs pressed together, he felt the squeeze around his length even before he penetrated her again, and she yowled when he hit his mark. No time was wasted in resuming his former speed and returning Jessica to the peak of her sexual high. 

His unyielding barrage elicited a cacophony of groans, yelps and expletives, and drew them both excruciatingly close to the edge of another glorious pinnacle. The fury in his thrusts became almost unbearable for Jessica and, with naught but a faint brush against her clit, she nudged herself into an earth-shattering orgasm, ejecting Matthew from her as she writhed like a woman possessed on the bed. Witnessing his wife in the throes of such rapture, he allowed himself the few final strokes he required to bring on his own release, showering her well-fucked rump with his cum before collapsing in an exhausted heap. 

Finding Jessica suddenly in his arms startled him, and he realised he must have dozed off for a few minutes. She looked up at him with sleepy eyes and they shared a long, lazy kiss, simultaneously heaving a sigh of contentment. 

“So,” Matthew started, struggling to keep his eyes open, “You’ll do it again?”

She just nodded, knowing it was rhetorical. “Where the hell did that Matt come from, by the way?”

“An old dog can learn new tricks.” He pulled her tight to him and kissed her forehead. 

“I’ll say.”

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Jessica emerged from the bathroom in a robe with her hair wrapped in a towel. An unconscious smile crept onto her face as she observed her handsome husband, sitting upright in their bed, peering at the tablet. “What are you looking at, mister?”

He beckoned her with a finger and she went to join him on he bed. Her eyes bulged with astonishment when she saw he was on the same website from which they had purchased their new favourite blue toy. The strap-on he was looking at this time, though, was a hell of a lot bigger than six inches, and not blue, but obsidian black. It looked about as thick as her forearm, too.

“Damn,” was all she could think to say.

“What do you think?” he asked with a grin, “Something we can work up to?”

“We?” She cocked an eyebrow at him.

“My arse is up to the challenge if yours is.”

Her eyes narrowed as she brought her face close to his, determining whether he was serious or not. When she couldn’t detect any hint of a bluff in his eyes, she took the tablet from him and clicked ‘Add to Basket’ before handing it back.

“Deal.”