A Special Saturday Night

"Bend over"

Two of my favorite words to hear. I know what it means, and what I should do but I cant help myself. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me. Bend over. Strip, on the bed, hands and knees, put your ass in the air for me."

I love my wife. I love what she does to me in the quiet of our bedroom.

We laid out our play blanket and I obediently stripped down and climbed up, resting on my elbows, knees wide, ass in the air and my cock hanging down.

"Perfect, you look like a good little bitch"

I couldn't help but shake my ass a little at her.

I heard her moving around behind me, but we didn't say anything for a minute or two. "Do you feel exposed? Open?" she asked.

"I do, very much so" I replied, I like being vulnerable to my wife and she knows it. In this room, just the two of us I can take down my guard and and let her use me. I know it will feel great, it might even hurt a little, but I don't have to worry about that because I am her bitch for the evening.

"What should I do with you tonight?", she asked me.

The question wasn't rhetorical, she really is asking, she wants my input to find out what I am up for and to hear the words come out of my mouth. I hesitated, despite my already emasculated condition, there is something about detailing how one would like to be violated that stops me short. I have learned to press ahead, though I often mumble my response.

"Why don't you use your fingers on me for a bit to get me started and then work me over with your cock for a while. After that, I would love to try to cum on your fingers if you are up for it."

"Sounds good" she said and opened up the toy box. Out came the rubber gloves and lube, and then a pause as she thought about what size cock to fuck me with.

"You are going to be gone for a few days this week aren't you?"

I nodded my head yes, "I'll be back late Tuesday"

"Then I better make sure you remember this"

She reached in and pulled out our second largest cock: 1 3/4" in diameter and about 8 inches long. Excellent for a good hard fucking and more than appropriate for shoving into my mouth if it strikes her fancy to see me suck a cock.

"This will work fine" She said and placed the cock between my knees so I could see it as I stay crouched on all fours. "Arch your back for me baby, I want to see that ass high in the air. I know you want to get fucked, but you have to show me."

I have gotten pretty good at holding this position for an extended period of time but it is always a strain after a while. In response, I tilted my pelvis and shined my ass into the air.

"Much better, now you look like you want to get fucked."

And I do, I really do.

I felt her slide onto be bed behind me and I could feel the exhalation of her breath across my back. Its enough to give me chills. I felt her hands touch my lower back, sliding down, drawing her fingers down my cheeks, pulling them apart as she dropped lower.

In a low, quiet voice "Very nice... you want something don't you?"

I nodded my head again, focused on the sensation of her fingers gripping me, kneading the muscles around my posterior.

"What was that? I didn't hear you...You want something?"

Its all part of me voicing my need, laying it out in the open.

"Yes, I want you to touch me ... please... please touch me.", I said. There it is, my taboo need given voice. It took her less than five minutes to coax it out of me.

I felt her fingers release their outward pressure on my 'glutes. They drew inward and I enjoyed the sensation of one latex covered finger circling my anal opening.

My wife has fucked me many times but each and every time at this point it feels like the first. Nerves tingling, a moment of nervousness, I waited, eyes closed, head bowed for her to enter me.

"This is nice baby" she said with her finger continuing to circle, "but you seem a bit tight, you are going to need to relax for me."

"I am trying dear", I blacked out my mind, just focusing on the sweet pleasure of her finger ever circling inward.

"Is this how you want to be touched honey? You want to be touched like my little bitch?"

Yes... please" I replied, my tone was practically begging. I don't understand my need, I never really have, but I know that the answer lies in her fingers, her cock... my wife's willingness to give me a long hard fuck.

Her finger pulled away briefly and I heard movement behind me. A few moments later a cold sensation radiated from my anus, quickly replaced by the indescribable feeling of a finger swirling and pushing into my ass. It isn't much of a penetration, I know from past experience that she is just getting a little lube worked inside me for the fun to come but it feels fantastic. Her finger drew away for a moment and again, the renewed chill of fresh lube. Four or five times she pushed more and more lube into my tight ass, making sure that our activities aren't excessively uncomfortable to me.

"Relax baby" is all she said when she slowly started to penetrate me in earnest.

I love this feeling. Here I am, a grown man, successful, confident, and all of that is laid bare as I kneel bent over in front of my wife with her digit fully inserted into my waiting ass. I love being her bitch.

I could feel her searching around for my prostate, alternating between curling and massaging her finger to find my p-spot and circling the inner area of my anus. I love feeling her move inside me, turning, swirling, probing. It makes me more open, both physically and emotionally.

After a short amount of time her finger slid out to just the very entrance of my anus, when without ceremony or comment, a second finger joined the first to push inside my well lubricated ass. She didn't ask, she doesn't need to, I want to take whatever she gives me.

I seem to remember she used to ask, but after so long of me saying yes to everything, my ass is a foregone conclusion for her.

Two fingers slid inside me all the way to her knuckles. Though we are still somewhat new to prostate massage, my wife knows what she is after and withing a few moments I feel that excruciatingly pleasant pulse in my cock.

I did what any honest man would do when his wife hits that spot. With hesitation, I moan. Long, hard, and deep I voiced my pleasure to anyone that cared to listen.

She pressed her fingers again, and again I was hit with the flash of pleasure that makes the tip of my cock feel like fiery cum is pouring out. There was no cum, but that is the best I can describe the sensation.

I moaned again.

"Hush, you are going to be a good bitch and take this quietly, I don't want to have to explain anything to the neighbors and the window is open."

I muffled myself and took it. I took her thrusting fingers as they ignited my cock and violate my ass. I can't moan, I can't even whimper, I just stay in place and focus on nothing but the sensations rolling through me.

After a few minutes of this, of my wife thrusting , massaging, torturing me I heard her ask, "Why isn't your cock hard bitch?"

I hadn't noticed.

Other than the waves of pleasure radiating out to the tip of my cock, I completely forgot about my member.

"It's because I am relaxed for you dear, if I contract to drive an erection, my ass will clamp down on your fingers.

Without responding, she reached between my legs and swatted my cock. The light slap arrived at the same moment her fingers pulsed on my prostate. The feeling was intense.

"You need to work on that then" she said, "I am sure there is a way you can show me a nice hard cock wile you are getting fucked."

I responded as earnestly as I could given the situation, "I'll try, I promise."

Her hand closed around my hanging cock, already swelling from the stimulus of her slap and started to pump the burgeoning shaft in time to her thrusting fingers.

"That's it, show me that hard cock you little ass fuck"

There was no stopping it, my cock grew in her hand and I clenched my inner muscles, driving more blood into the shaft. My cock became rigid in her hand, an arrow pointing straight at the bed beneath my upward ass. My anus squeezed her fingers, slowing her thrusts into me as she had to work more for her access into my body.

I felt her fingers move to a shallower depth within me followed by quick up/down, left/right movements as she oscillates her fingers trying to vibrate my ass back to its relaxed, submissive state.

"Definitely need to practice that" she said, and I couldn't help but agree.

I would experiment with decoupling the muscle control but I was already too outside of myself to try something that cerebral. I wasn't a man anymore, but a husband-toy for my wife to play with, a system of stimulus and response twitching and arching under her manipulations.

After a few moments she stopped masturbating my cock, I relaxed somewhat and her fingers resume their prostate exploration.

To be clear, my wife doesn't exactly focus on my prostate. Doing so would mean her fingers would remain mostly at the same depth and the only change would be the gentle massaging of her finger tips. No, she continued to thrust, driving, fucking me, but using my prostate as a goal, a point to drive to. I don't know I will ever cum from this kind of stimulation, but it is a fantastic way to get fucked in the ass.

As these thoughts scrolled through my mind, I felt a sharp sensation hit the tip of my cock.

She was pinching me, she gripped the very tip of my cock at the glans between her thumb and fore finger and pulled my cock around in circles.

My wife knows I enjoy a bit of cock and ball torture and pulled out all the stops for me last night. I started and shuddered as the sharp sensation hit me.

"Do you like that baby? Does my bitch like having the head of his cock pinched?"

I nodded my head yes, not trusting my voice at this point.

The thrusting, pounding fingers continued, insistent and driving into my ass. Her other hand alternated, pinching and pulling then slapping my cock. The sound was surely quieter than I imagined but in this room the only sounds were my ragged breathing, the whisper sound of a latex glove penetrating and the smack of skin against skin as my cock took its punishment.

I was in heaven.

"Onto your back" she said after a few more minutes of exhilarating pleasure, "I want to see your face while you take this."

I slowly made my way from my knees to my back and reflected on what "take this" meant. She wasn't referring to a toy or her fingers, "take this" means taking the violation, the love, the sodomy, the affection that she gave me. And I love to watch her give it.

She might not say it, but as often as not my wife will close her eyes when she fucks me. She is so focused on the her efforts inside and outside my body that she often only opens her eyes to see my expression, to take in the fruit of her efforts. I love taking this and I deeply hope that she loves giving it.

I laid down on my back and instinctively pulled my knees wide, toward my chest with my feet floating in the air.

She smiled at me, "you're in a hurry to get those legs spread for me. Look at you, wide open for me aren't you?"

I smiled in agreement. I believe in calling a bitch a bitch, and last night I was definitely that.

Dirty talk really isn't her thing. When I make love to my wife the only words I issue relate to love and generally I just keep my mouth shut, or otherwise occupied. But she knows that I have slightly different needs and indulged me. "You look like a whore lying like that" she said smiling, "you look like my good little fuck toy, all spread out with your cheap, whore ass exposed and open. I bet I know what your little whore ass needs" and without further preamble her fingers dove back into me.

"Such a bitch, such a fucking cunt aren't you?"

The words rolled over me, helping me shed the armor I wear outside the walls of this room, even if for just a short while.

"I own your ass you little cunt, and I am going to fuck you until I see cum dripping out of that tiny little cock of yours."

The words themselves aren't important though I do enjoy them. For me it is the tone of her voice... controlling, dominant, confident, and on top of me.

Her finger started their rhythmic pulse anew on my prostate. Its different on my back, the human body moves things around depending on its orientation and I have to be very diligent on relaxing my inner muscles or my prostate seems to run away from her fingers. The implication is not lost on me. If I don't fully relax, fully give in and accept what is done to me, then there won't be even a shadow of the pleasure I experienced earlier. In this situation pleasure only comes from acceptance.

I groaned... she found it, she found it and she worked it.

I couldn't help myself, I reached between my legs and began massaging my cock in front of her.

"That's right, go ahead and touch your cock baby, touch it while I fuck your ass."

We proceeded like this for a few minutes, thrusting fingers and a pumping fist and I knew I was heading to orgasm.

But I didn't want that just yet. Call me a slut, a whore, a fag, whatever, but I didn't want to go through the evening without my wife's cock buried inside me.

"Honey" I rasped out "Could you fuck me with your cock?"

There is no pride there, just lust, a wanting for my wife's thick dick and she knows it.

"You want my cock baby? You want to take your wife's cock up the ass tonight?"

"Yes please, please fuck me with it. I want to feel you while I am sitting on my flight tomorrow (which is where I am typing incidentally)"

"Okay baby, I'll give you some cock"

I smiled and shuddered as her fingers slid out of my ass.

She reached over and grabbed her toy cock, never breaking eye contact with me.

While looking right into my eyes with her sweet smile she rubbed her lubed, gloved hand over the shaft making sure it would do its duty on me.

I flexed my knees back further to my chest as she lowered the silicone cock below my line of sight to my well-used anus.

It slid right in. No resistance at all, not only did she do a fantastic job lubing my ass, but the past thirty minutes of riding her fingers opened my ass to any of her wishes. She noticed this and commented, "You are open baby, you took my cock like a fucking pro, what a good little bitch you are tonight."

I couldn't respond, she'd already started thrusting. Gripping the cock in her hand she penetrated my ass repeatedly, asking the same question over and over. "Is this how you want to get fucked baby, Is this how you want to take my cock? You gonna take your wife's thick fucking cock for me?"

God yes, I wanted it, I wanted that thick cock to keep drilling into me. It was so easy just to lie there and take it, all I had to do was breath. Breath and be my wife's little bitch.

Just like her fingers, she aimed for the prostate. Though not as accurate, I could feel the pressure pulsing in my cock, sweet, sharp and unfulfilled.

"You want to feel me tomorrow baby?" She asked.

"Yes, God yes, I want to feel you" I gasped out.

She worked the cock more violently, not just in and out but up and down, left to right, even in circles. She is making sure every inch of my ass is stretched, fucked, and used.

I loved it, I love how the bed shakes, the momentum of it, its my ass being pounded that caused the floorboards to creak.

After more of this assault she drew the cock out of my now very well used ass and dove her fingers right back inside. I was easy for her, no resistance, physically or mentally. Her cock made my ass an open book and she easily maneuvers her fingers around.

There was the flash again, she was milking me from the inside, trying to compel the come out of my cock with her invasion.

All I could offer was, "Baby, I so want to come for you, I want to cum on your fingers while you fuck me."

She smiled at this and continued to work me over.

I was tired though, I was not sure I could handle the ministrations needed to get me there without stimulating my cock.

After another minute I offered, "Baby, can I jack off while you do me?"

She was tired too. Without hesitation, "Sure baby, jack off for me... I want to watch you cum while I fuck you"

It took no time at all, I gripped my cock and started pumping. She watched my cock-head swell to purple and and anticipating my orgasm pressed her fingers deep into me.

She was looking over me, sitting between my floating legs so I pushed my cock toward her. I wanted to make sure she had a good view to the eruption of cum that she enabled me to have. It poured out, hot, wet, shooting up and crashing down to land on my oscillating fist. My lower body was covered in front by cum and beneath by lube. I was a mess, and I was happy.

Her fingers slid out of me and I heard the snap of a glove being removed.

My legs started to post-orgasmically shake from the strain of holding them in the air for so long. My back was killing me. I felt her warm hands on my thighs, rubbing them, trying to calm the shakes as my muscles relaxed.

She loves me, I see that so clearly.




This is my first effort at recounting an evening of intimacy with A. I like how it came out despite my reservations on structure, grammar, etc. Frankly, I wouldn't mind having a second pair of eyes on something like this. Anyone up for some light editing? :)

Regardless, please let me know what you think; either about the writing or the activities therein. Is it still pegging if her cock isn't strapped on? I wonder what Mr. Savage would say.

Accidental Tourist

Thanks to a bit of miss-communication, I find myself in San Fransisco today with some free time on my hands. It occurred to me that I might as well use the opportunity to visit a few places I have to this point only seen online. Not the bridge or the cable cars, I've already seen all that in proper tourist form with flash bulbs blazing. Instead I wandered a few blocks over and few up to Good Vibrations to check out the store in person. Not surprising, I was very impressed with the store and the staff. They offered a great collection of, well... pretty much everything. Its pretty cool when you walk through a store and note a distinct lack of crap. Everything in its place and every item representing the best of class for its application. The store seemed a little light on leather gear, but after all this is San Fran and I am sure there are a number of purveyors for that particular fetish.

I had a fun conversation with the sales staff, but failed to get the name of the young man I spoke with. We were trying to figure out if the folks at TSA security at the airport would flip out at my intended purchase when my carry-on crosses the xray. I generally don't take (or buy) toys on my business trips, but I figured since I was there it would be a shame not to take advantage of the wares. More on what I bought in a few hours.

Back from the mountains and under the weather

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Tired and still traveling

Uggg I am exhausted from my business travel this week but didn't want to break my momentum of getting this blog in order. I did have an opportunity to post an addition to the toys we love section earlier this afternoon, so its a small victory. Two things then:
One, we are headed out into the mountains this week for some time away from the city. We are hoping to spend some quality time together and reconnect on an intimate level given the craziness of August so far. We are taking a few things from the toy box along but I somewhat doubt that they will come into play. As much as I love the kinkier side of things, sometimes simple man and wife or partner and partner experiences are the best kind. The bittersweet part of traveling as much as we do is the time spent away from each other. The heart definitely grows fonder with absence, but it is rather challenging being apart.
Two, I took a glance at the Google Ads thingy they have on here and really don't know what to think of it. I definitely didn't get into this conversation with a financial intent. I would however, like to promote those businesses and organizations that I think represent the best of class in service and products. I guess it might be best just to keep that with The Shops We Love section of the blog, but I welcome all comments on how one might use the ads toward this purpose.

With that, I shall retire to my hotel room and look forward to when I am home again.

[wow, never mind on the Google Ads thing, apparently they are against adult content amongst other things. This gives me some idea of a topic to write on for later, but now its back to bed]

The Shops We Love

While I am scouring to find online versions of the various toys we use(I've looked at a lot of dildos online recently), I thought it would be useful to also start linking the shops we frequented in the past under the Favorite Shopping Sites section. Most of these establishments we visited in person at one time and we are great fans of the service we received. Babeland, Eve's Garden, and Toys of Eros stand out due to the sincere attention and interest you receive from the staff as they try to help you find the right implement for your next sexual experience.
I particularly appreciate this approach due to a bit of personal anxiety in our initial days of pegging. It isn't an everyday conversation when you are trying to describe what kind of cock you would like to be sodomized with or which harness will offer your wife the best angle for thrusting.
I remember the very first dildo we purchased for the express purpose of impaling my ass and the amusing awkwardness that we both felt in describing our intent to a sales associate. This was at Toys of Eros in Provincetown, MA and as such they were well accustom to men looking to take a cock. We asked pretty much every question in the book but my favorite was when we inquired about length and our concern that our potential purchase would be too long. The sales woman assured us that with this particular toy depth was not an issue, then she looked at me and said, "Young man, you've got miles and miles in there." I don't recall her name, but in learning from a rather wise sex boutique rep in her mid-50's I took her words to heart and haven't regretted it.

The Toys We Love

UPDATED 8/18/09 I thought it would be enlightening for me and anyone who happens across this blog to discuss some of the pivotal toys in our toy box. I am really struggling with how to do this though as I am still learning the whole Blog/Delicious/FriendFeed/etc thing. If anyone knows of best practices for blogging, I am all ears since noting something on here and then on delicious seems repetitive. I admit to taking considerable inspiration (and a bit of copying) from VickieP and hopefully my imitation will be taken as the sincerest form of flattery.

I will update this post periodically as I find more websites that sell our favorites.


First up, the Tantus Goliath is a favorite of mine though we probably would not have bought it online because of its rather imposing name. Fortunately we are near a rather well appointed sex shop and it took us all of two minutes to decide this was a 1-3/4" winner. Definitely not for beginner peggers, but not as daunting as one might think. If a couple takes their time, the width becomes something of a welcome friend. This is a nice toy for any woman that wants to see their man's ass work around a cock. Only downside, for me at least is that it is pretty much impossible to give a proper blowjob given its size.

What good is a nice cock without a great harness? Well, its still pretty good, but I think most women would agree that a good harness can make the joys of strapon sex that much more engaging. We got our Spareparts Joque harness from Babeland and it is pretty much the only harness we use any more. The fact that you can throw it in the washing machine is a huge plus for anyone that worries about cleanliness. I included a video of Audrey from Babeland describing the finer points of fucking with this great harness.

One of the joys for being pegged is the sensation of having your rear full of cock. Unfortunately it isn't very practical to walk around with the misses behind you wearing a harness and dildo all day. Enter the fantastic world of butt-plugs and our favorite, the Tail Light. Upon doing a bit of research, it tragically doesn't appear anyone stocks this particular product anymore! JT's Stockroom carries a similar Acrylic Anal Plug though I can't attest to that product. In our opinion, the 2" Tail Light is a great toy for stretching out ones ass before a serious bit of intimacy. Even during conventional sex, A. will occasionally slide that fellow in me, making it very hard to hold back my orgasm. Similarly, buying groceries becomes an entirely different experience when one of these is in play. The acrylic is quite nice to look at and is very smooth. For those with a visual interest, upon sliding it into one's ass your partner will be able to see quite well "inside" you due to the way these plugs refract light. I have linked here a review from JanesGuide, and I hope someone can tell me what happened to this great product line.

I probably should have started with the single most important tool for any kind of anal activity, Lube! Before the cock, plug, fingers or produce even come into the picture, lube is a must have accessory. Unless you are into some serious hurt (and likely injury), there really isn't any pegging without it. Our favorite thus far is BabeLube, and honestly we buy in bulk. It is a water based lube so it won't degrade our silicone toys and is just as effective for vaginal or anal intercourse. It has no flavor and indeed tastes like water when I go down on the misses for some post-coital licking. It will lose viscosity after a period of time like any water based lubricant, but can be refreshed with water or even saliva. Even better, it washes right out of sheets, carpets, upholstery, or wherever you happen to be bent over. Lube is a personal choice and I welcome any input on other brands that folks prefer.

An emerging hobby

Who knew that having family in town could be quite so time consuming or stressful? Probably everyone, but since we don't ever have guests it has been something of a surprise to us.
So I didn't get my pegging I was hoping for on Thursday night since we were both exhausted from running around all day. However there was a nice consolation last night in a manner that seems to be of growing interest to the misses (who I should refer to as A. going forward).
It was already midnight when we finished entertaining our family and everyone retired for the evening. A. asked me if I was still up for some play time and honestly, as tired as I was, I could have taken or left it. Since we had already delayed one evening we figured it was better to seize the moment, or the dildo as the case may be. So it was "off with the pants and onto the bed" which works well for me as we continue to cultivate A.'s command presence as it isn't her comfort zone. I grabbed our "play blanket" from Liberator, laid on my back and pulled my knees to my chest as A. requested.
As you might imagine, we have a pretty robust toy box and its always with a since of curiosity and amusement that I watch what she will pull out for the festivities. I was a bit disappointed when she pulled out one of our smaller, more "normal" dildos. I was looking for a good, thick pounding to relieve some tension and this wasn't entirely what I had in mind. Turns out she was worried about my retiring parents hearing our inappropriate behavior and decided a few inches of synthetic cock in my mouth would do the trick. I think she had an alternate motive to noise suppression given the smile she wore as she worked the cock in and out of my mouth. Maybe its a control thing that we enjoy or maybe I just like sucking my wife's cock and she enjoys giving it to me. Regardless, I could have done that until my jaw gave out.
Unfortunately she didn't leave the cock in my mouth but she had something else on her mind. A. has developed an interest in prostate massage, or more specifically, getting me to cum without either of us touching my cock. It's still a sensation I am getting used to, having two fingers intentionally massaging my prostate, and not one that I can easily describe. To date, we have yet to bring me off solely by prostate massage, or milking as the more common term, but not for lack of effort. After about 20 minutes of finger thrusting, massaging and pulsing we capitulated to having me touch myself while she continued her work below. I came about fifteen seconds after I began stroking my cock, a testament to the incredible work A. had done on my rear. There is definitely a surrender aspect to prostate massage, sort of a pleasurable denial or violation at the hands of my wife. I look forward to the day that my orgasm is predicated solely on her violating my ass, but until then practice, practice, practice.

So, no strapon I am afraid but still an enjoyable evening with my legs in the air.

Tomorrow night

Almost forgot... we have family visiting us, amongst which is my father. The misses made the commitment to me that tomorrow night, while he is asleep next door, she is going to strap on our largest toy and have at me in a variety of ways. Having played the role of a good son most of my life (with sincerity and not a facade) its an interesting and stimulating idea to think that by this time tomorrow night I will be holding back and muffling my moans as my wife drills me with my father sleeping peacefully in the other room.

Fingers crossed that she is good on her word.

Moving forward

So clearly I have an interest in female to male strapon sex. Being male, married and rather straight, its an odd topic to broach and write about on the Internet. Its my intention though to see how many others are out there similar to myself that share this pursuit. Maybe there is a catharsis to reaching out and compiling as much as one can on such a wonderful but taboo practice.
Regardless, I intend to use this site to gather as much supportive information as I can on the practice and see if I can add to what is available.
To set the stage appropriately, my wife sodomizes/peggs/straps/etc. me every couple of weeks to my great enjoyment. If I had it my way, it might be an everyday occurrence but that might be rather selfish on my part. Pegging is not the end-all-be-all of our sexuality, and in fact it is probably a minority player to good old rolling-around sex, but it is a lot of fun and something that is notable to me when its absent for a period of time. We are both working professionals that travel a fair amount and have to make a conscious effort to make time for intimacy. Hopefully that sets a reasonable backdrop for what I hope will be an enjoyable undertaking.

Oh, and in case one wonders why would I start writing about this now, I guess I received a bit of inspiration from VickieP's blog at heyhiall.blogspot.com and hope to join in many lively discussions in the future.

First post

So this will be my first attempt at posting online just to see what it is like. This text will likely be edited or deleted.