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A throwaway comment.
It started as a throwaway comment that somehow spiraled my life out of control.
I had been on a night out with the girls. Six of us in total from work had arranged to go into town clubbing on the last Friday of every month. Two of us were married, four single, myself and Mary were lucky to have understanding and trusting husbands that let us out with their blessings. That didn’t mean that we were not allowed the odd dance with a hansom stranger, sometimes there is nothing better than to feel a hard cock in a slow dance rubbing into you, my husband tended to get the benefit of my flowing juices when I got home.
Most Friday girls nights ended with all six of us drunk and comparing sex-lives, mine was most definitely the dullest if theirs were all truthful. Some of Sandy’s stories though, were so out there that some had to be made up although Lauren swears blind that they were mostly all true of her bestie.
This one time towards the end of a particularly drunken bawdy night, we ventured into our fantasies. Mine had always been to have two men at once but I couldn’t tell them that could I, could I?
Lauren said quietly that her fantasy had always been that she wanted a girl to go down on her, then gave Sandy a wink making sure that we all saw it. At first we all gasped but it quickly turned into shrieks of laughter and giggles. That set it off, within a few minutes all of the girls tongues were loosened and the inhibitions tumbled to the floor. I even blurted that I wanted two men to take me to heaven and back again.
Threesomes, foursomes, bondage, nothing was off limits and the laughter grew louder and louder. The drinks flowed, the conversation got rowdier and rowdier until Sandy threw in an F-bomb.
She just threw it in there and it silenced all of us instantly, I looked around the table at all of my friends, they were as open mouthed and wide-eyed as I was.
Her F-bomb was a throwaway comment that she had once pegged her brother when they were sharing a dorm room at Uni together. She was so drunk that she just blurted it out above all the chatter around the table. It was like someone had hit us all in the foreheads with a sledgehammer, complete silence.
“Fuck sake Sandy!”
Lauren was the first to speak, “You told me never to tell, and here you are telling the whole fucking world!”
Each of us knew at that moment that it was true.
Suddenly, I felt as sober as a judge and leaned across the table begging to hear more.
Sandy just giggled at her friend and downed her brandy and coke in one hit holding her glass up shouting for more booze.
“I think you have had enough babe,” Lauren admonished, and took her best friends glass and placed it back onto the tabletop.
“No fucking way, not after saying that! Waiter, waiter,” Wendy laughed and was waving her arms frantically at the man near us holding a drinks tray.
“Another round please,” she shouted as he came over,
“Shots!” Sandy screamed at the top of her slurred voice.
Five minutes later and a few shots down the line, we were treated to the night that she had broken her brothers cherry. I was amazed at how we all listened in complete spellbound silence as her story unfolded.
Her brother Charlie was gay, at least he thought he was. But he needed to know for sure before he went all-in on it with a real live cock. Sandy and her brother were twins and had always been closer than normal siblings, plus she was the most outrageous person I had ever met so it just seemed natural to me that her brother would be the same.
So between them they came up with this crazy scheme of him taking a vibrator to see how it felt. Apparently he got nothing out of it so she suggested that they went the step further of ordering a life-like strap-on off of the internet and trying that.
If anyone else had been telling me this I’d have called them a liar but she went into so much detail, and with the corroboration of Lauren, we all knew that it must be true and hung off of every word.
The alcohol may as well have just been tap water, we had all sobered up quite a lot as we listened intently.
She described how she had bent her own brother over their small table and fucked him up the ass while he jerked himself off, my panties were sodden by the end and it took all of my will power to not discretely slip a hand down there.
They did it a few more times to be sure but the story ended with them finding out that her brother wasn’t gay, he was what she called a ‘sub’ but the whole episode had opened a door for her that she didn’t want to shut. She said that she had gotten off on it so hard that she had pegged almost every man she had had sex with since. For me it wasn’t just the blatant admission of incest, it was how blasé she was about fucking a man in the ass!
“It never fails to surprise me just how many say yes if I offer my ass as a tempter.” She laughed.
Fuck I was so wet and horny that night, my poor Terry really went through it when I got home.
For ataşehir escort the whole of the week at work, most of us brought up the topic at breaks. Sandy tried her best to change the subject but it was all that most of us wanted to talk about. It became an obsession for me and whenever I could, I was on the internet at home in secret searching it up.
“Shit” I hissed as page after page filled my senses.
I had never been one big for masturbation but this had fast become my new favourite fantasy and I nearly wore out my toy whenever I was alone in the house. The internet was full of pegging movies and what I found to be called ‘femdom,’ how had I not known about this stuff before now, was I really that naive?
Terry had always been the boss of the household, not only in the bedroom but out of it too which I not only went along with, it was how I preferred it. I like it that I don’t really have to make the big decisions and his dominant streak under the covers is exactly how I liked it. But this, the more I watched, the more I really wanted to do it.
The following Friday night was cancelled, Sandy had had enough of our constant questions at work and didn’t feel much like carrying it on in what was her leisure time too.
Mary, one of our gang of six suggested a home party at hers if she got rid of hubby for the night with tons of wine with a sexy toy party theme. To be honest, I jumped at the idea as I was up for anything to do with sex lately the way I was feeling.
Before our last Friday out, my sex-life was twice, maybe three times a month if I was lucky. Terry works long hours as an electrician in our local hospital doing long 12 hour shifts, so I know he needs rest when he gets home. Sometimes he is even asleep before his dinner hits the table so I know that he is sometimes far too tired to have sex, I understand, I don’t like it, but I understand.
But now, now sex is on my mind constantly and some nights I don’t give him the chance to rest up straight from work. Last night I heard the shower door close and I was in there with him in a matter of seconds taking his limp cock into my mouth getting him up and ready. After he had given me my much needed orgasm, I sucked him clean and he was asleep in bed within five minutes, job done.
Friday night came and I picked up Wendy and Liz on the way to Mary’s, Lauren met us there with a friend of hers, Angel. Angel it seemed, managed an adult shop in town, why was I not surprised.
She had a bag full of goodies the like just boggled my mind, she got them out one by one explaining their uses and some of them believe me, needed explaining.
Lauren took out what we all wanted to see, a belt with a large rubber penis attached like the one Sandy had used on her brother, we all gasped as she showed it around.
“Men are able to take that?” Mary whispered, almost so quietly under her breath that it was like she hadn’t wanted us to hear her.
“Most can.” Angel said, matter-of-factly.
“Once a man, your man has tried it, I promise you he will come back for more.”
“You have done it?” Liz asked breathlessly with eyes as wide as saucers.
“Yeah, of course.” Angel replied, then put the toy aside.
Reaching into her bag of magic, she took out three or four more varying sized dildo’s that attached to the belt through a silver metal O-ring at the front. One was even bigger than the monster that was already fixed into the belt.
“No way!” Mary shrieked in laughter, “No way!”
“Yes way,” Angel smiled, “my boyfriend took this one only two nights ago. Don’t worry, it’s quite clean and sterilised, plus we use condoms. Start off with this one,” she said, holding the smallest one up for us all to see.
“The hardest thing that I found was the initial taboo of it, persuading him. I suppose I am lucky that in my line of work we all have to be a bit, erm, progressive and open-minded. Once we had gotten over the gayness of it and he had experienced a prostate orgasm there really was no going back.”
She was smiling to herself like she was reminiscing as she spoke,
“It has taken us a few months of trial and error to progress to Mr. Big.” she said laughing, then held up a huge black veined rubber cock which must’ve been over ten inches long and thicker than her wrist.
“No fucking way!” Mary shrieked again.
She went on to tell us how important it was to be clean, not just the toys but his ass too. How to avoid her errors, the mishaps and mistakes. She said that she uses a turkey baster to first fill his ass with warm soapy water, he has to hold that inside for five minutes. Then they get into the bath where he gets onto his hands and knees, she takes the head off of the shower and inserts the hose into him.
I couldn’t get over just how naturally she was talking about fucking her man’s asshole, the normality of it in her mind! My pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second to the point that it was becoming uncomfortable, glancing around I noticed a few others were squirming in their chairs too.
She said that he had to stay on his knees in the bath for another five minutes with his asshole filled with warm clean water before expressing it into the toilet, they did this three times before she was satisfied that he was clean. The turkey baster came in for another use now, she said that she fills it with a water-based lube and squirts it directly into his anus. After that well, she literally gushed as she said that she fucked him all night long through orgasm after orgasm until his balls were totally drained.
Over the next couple of hours, she demonstrated how to get into the belts, how to clean the equipment and basically how to fuck like a man would, with the hips and not the legs. It was the best night out with the girls I had had in months.
Angel gave us all her staff discount and ended up taking nearly fifteen hundred pounds off the four of us combined. I don’t know if I had ever laughed, giggled and shrieked so much in my life as I did that night. We all agreed that it was money well spent and yes, we all bought a pegging kit.
Mary and Liz were legless by the end of the evening. God only knows what Mary’s husband would think when I delivered her home, she just about fell into the car when I opened the door sprawling over the back seat.
“Don’t you dare throw up in there, you hear me!”
As the designated driver I had only had one wine and was still totally sober, I didn’t share in the buzz they had going on but it was still fun watching them fall about.
Angel said that it would take about a week for our purchases to come through and I had no idea how to tell Terry that I had spent nearly £400 on sex-toys! I threw in a few babydoll nighties and sexy lingerie to soften him up a bit, although I hoped it wouldn’t soften him up too much!
I couldn’t wait to collect my belongings and was in a constant state of excitement all week, I think Terry had started to suspect me of having an affair or something because of my incessant need for sex. We had gone from a few times a month at maximum, to the same amount that one week alone. I found that even that wasn’t enough and I used my trusty vibrator on the dry days, I also found that the more sex I got, the more I wanted.
It was the following Tuesday when I got home from work that it all came to a head.
Terry had gotten home an hour or so before me and found a huge partly opened parcel on the doorstep, the top had been damaged and ripped. He said that he took it inside and checked to see if what was inside had not been damaged. Once he had seen the contents curiosity had gotten the better of him, when I got home I found a kitchen table literally covered in sex toys.
“Lucy, what the fuck is going on?”
Shit! I thought, I hadn’t had a real chance to tell him about my purchases yet. He had known about the party the other week but not the extent of my spending, and fuck! there was an opened box in his hands that had contained a pegging belt and dildo.
“What the fuck is going on?” he said again, only this time waving a bright florescent pink rubber cock in his hand.
“Cup of tea?” I said, trying desperately to ignore the fact that our kitchen looked like a sex shop.
“Seriously Luce, what the fuck is all this?” he asked again.
“The box has your name on it so this must be all yours. Is this all from the party last week?” he said again, his head in the box as he rifled through lube, dildo’s and lingerie.
“Lube?”
I couldn’t put it off any longer, I still hadn’t faced him and had my back to him as I poured out the hot water from the kettle into two cups.
“Well?” he said, with a bite of anger this time.
I desperately swirled the teabags around in the cups trying to think how to tell him when he said the word I had been dreading.
“Pegging? What the fuck is pegging?”
Then it when quiet, I glanced over my shoulder to see him open mouthed staring at the back of one of the boxes. The side of the box facing me was bad enough, it had a picture of a woman fully strapped up, holding the big black phallus in her grip with a man on his knees at her feet. His eyes were wide as his gaze slowly drifted up to meet mine.
“No. No fucking way!”
That was all he said, then left the room leaving me standing alone in the kitchen holding the two cups in my hands.
“Fuck!” I hissed to myself, that was not how it was supposed to go.
I thought it might be best to leave him for a few minutes and sat at the table drinking from one of the cups pawing through the various dildo’s, there were so many. I had no idea that I had bought so much, there was loads of it in every gawdy florescent colour imaginable. Before I knew it, I was into the second cup before I plucked up the courage to confront him.
Peeking gingerly around the door of the lounge, all I could see was the top of his head over one of our high-backed chairs facing the tv. He was quietly watching the news, I approached dreading what the next few moments would bring.
I gasped as I saw he had my laptop open and on the last page I had been viewing.
Fuck it, how fucking stupid was I not to clear the history I thought as he sat in silence just watching.
He never went on the laptop, never.
He must have felt my presence because he didn’t even look up as he softly said, “This,” and pointed to the screen, “You want this?”
I couldn’t even speak, my throat had completely closed up on me, I couldn’t even acknowledge his words. It was like I was a child again and been caught out by my dad doing something terrible and was about to get a hiding. I needed to get out of there and turned running for the safety of my bedroom.
I was dreading the knock on the door when it eventually came.
“Lucy, can I come in?”
The door seemed to take an age to open and he stood there to see me sitting knees-up on the bed, the covers pulled up right around my neck as if they were protecting me.
He still had my laptop in his hand and it was still open, I couldn’t see what he was watching but I could guess.
“Sorry.” I whispered.
“For what?” he said.
I could feel the emotions starting to well up and there was nothing I could do to stop it, my eyes started to fill with water and my body just shook. Terry put the laptop down and came over to me sitting on the bed, reaching out, he took my hand and squeezed. That made it worse and the tears flowed down my cheeks dripping onto the duvet.
“It’s just porn.” He said softly, “Just porn, its ok, we’ve all watch a bit of porn.”
Putting his arm around me and dragging me into his chest, he cuddled me until the tears slowed. I have no idea why it affected me the way it had done, it was probably the shock of getting caught watching something so dirty, so taboo.
I could tell he wanted to say something as we sat huddled together on the bed, he kept almost saying it, but something kept stopping him. Eventually, after five minutes or so Terry said,
“The toys, the toys in the kitchen. They are, erm, you know.”
I sighed and nodded yes.
“So, you want to….you know…the toys…” he was the one having trouble talking now.
I sighed another huge sigh before disengaging from his arms,
“S-sorry, I got a bit carried away at the party.” I sniffed up the tears as I spoke in stops and starts.
“I-it was just supposed to be a bit of fun, I got caught up in it too much, sorry.”
He reached out taking my hand again, “You didn’t answer the question Luce.”
“N-no, no, it was just fun, sorry.” I said again.
He let my hand drop and got off of the bed, “Meet me down stairs in a minute ok, get yourself sorted out, dry your face and I’ll be in the kitchen.”
I really, really didn’t want to go down but I knew that I had to face the music eventually. Creeping down as quietly as I could, I entered the kitchen to find Terry had opened some more of the merchandise. He had the black leather pegging belt in his hands trying to figure out how it went together like he was playing with a rubik cube, in other words he had no idea at all. I couldn’t help but smile at his hopelessness with it, it took my immediate worries of a huge argument and crumpled them away.
“Here, let me.” I said, with a smile that I hoped would soften the mood.
“Listen, I know it’s just a bit of fun but you need to know I am not into this shit with you.” he said, nervously.
“I know, and I really am sorry that I didn’t tell you.”
We spent the next half an hour with me filling him in on the conversation in the club, right through the following week at work and up to the sex toy party. I tried to explain how all of us girls at work had been caught up in something that we knew nothing about but it had sounded so wicked, so dirty, so taboo that it just got into all of our psyches.
I told him that it filled my every waking moment from the time I had heard about it. Embarrassed, I even told him that I knew it had helped our sex-lives in the last week but that I still needed more from my vibrator. I must have said sorry over a hundred times in that half hour and still felt that I owed him more apologies.
“Your friends?” he said quietly, “they bought these things too?”
I nodded yes,
“Even Mary, her and George?” he said, his eyes widening.
Again I nodded.
Terry sighed and put his elbows on the tabletop holding his hands to his head, “Fuck Luce,” he breathed, “I didn’t even know people did this type of shit! I’m really not sure that I can.”
Terry got to his feet, put the big black toy that he had absent-mindedly playing with in his hands onto the table with the others, then again turned and left the room.
At least he hadn’t gone mad I thought to myself, there was at least that.
I put all the toys back into the cardboard delivery box, made two more cups of tea and followed him back into the lounge.
Placing his in front of him on the small coffee table I was about to say something when he said,
“No, shh let’s just leave it for tonight can we? We will talk tomorrow ok, after work. I need to process all of this, it all sounds a bit to gay to me.”
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