My Pegging Pet

I have a collection too, but it isn’t a secret, and each had been used at some point in the bedroom with my husband Don. They were all typical toys like vibrators, including a new one I bought at a toy party Emily had, and a ‘We-Vibe’ (he bought it for me as a present but I’ve never really loved it).

As I went through the bag, hidden behind a collection of old VHS tapes (which is odd since we no longer had a VHS machine), I’m shocked.

First, I found a long plastic thing I quickly learned is a hand pussy when I undid the top. Although briefly offended, I realized that it isn’t any different than the toys I’ve to get myself off when he isn’t around.

However, the other toys were different.

They were all anal toys, the one thing I’ve never even remotely been interested in. That said, at the sex party the saleswoman spent a good half an hour discussing the pleasures of anal sex and showing a wide range of toys made for anal stimulation. It had made me slightly curious, especially when I learned I’m in the minority of women at the party who’d neither experimented with anal sex nor actively participated in it.

That said, I’ve always thought of the ass as an out hole only, even as my younger sister called me a prude and I learned my older sister also enjoyed anal sex.

The thought that my older sister Jenny got fucked in the ass by her chubby husband Len is disturbing and shocking.  I always saw Jenny as the most conservative of the three of us. That said, if Jenny enjoyed anal sex, well, maybe it isn’t the ultimate sin.

Emily, on the other hand, ten years my junior (an ‘oops’ my parents said), is the wild child who declared herself bisexual in high school and who had been in relationships with men and woman ever since. Currently, she’s single and on the prowl.

As I rummaged in the bag and investigated the toys, I found: three butt plugs in various sizes, a dildo that suctioned to the wall, and a black vibrating curved dildo that’s hooked to a remote control that had a variety of vibration speeds and patterns. There were also two different types of lube, one of which is anal lube. Lastly, there’s a pair of beige pantyhose.

I stared at the toys for an eternity, so many questions spinning in her head.

I looked at the pantyhose not in a package, which implied they had been worn before. Don had a nylon fetish and I’ve been wearing pantyhose, thigh highs and stockings with a garter-belt ever since I met him. Usually, all I’ve to do is show a little leg, wiggle my toes in nylons and he would be hard and ready to go.

I’m confused.  Is he having an affair, I wondered?

He traveled a lot, getting a motivational speaker. Don is an ex-footballer who played for College football before he did his ACL.  His speech on overcoming obstacles is very popular in high schools and charity fundraisers.

We actually met at a bar where I went after him because back then I’m a ‘puck’. A girl who fucked hockey players. In truth, I’ve never been with anyone who isn’t good with a stick on the ice and in the bed. I’m kind of a slut in high school and college, but had calmed down once I met Don and even more so once we had kids.

The more I thought about it, the more I’m confident he isn’t cheating, He isn’t a cheater.

Plus, I’ve made it clear if he ever did cheat on me, I’d cut his nuts off and feed them to the dog.

Is he attempting to surprise me? He knew I had no interest in anal activity (I haven’t mentioned the slight interest that had begun after the toy party).

Is he using these toys for himself?  He’s a two-thirty pound, six foot three man.  In other words, he’s a man’s man.  The thought of him using these on himself seemed incredibly unlikely.

I didn’t particularly like any of the options floating in my head, but I ended up hoping the toys were a secret attempt to get me interested in anal. I’d be devastated if he cheated on me. I’m not sure how I’d feel if they were actually for him.

I put the bag back, unsure how I wanted to deal with this situation.  For two days, I watched him, looking for clues.  I considered bringing it up a couple of times, yet couldn’t figure out a good way. I didn’t want to humiliate him if they were not for him; I didn’t want to accuse him of cheating with such flimsy evidence. Yet, it’s driving me nuts.

I decided to see if he took the bag with him on Monday as he’s heading out for a few days of speaking in Kansas.  As soon he kissed me goodbye Monday morning and left the house and I got the kids off to school, I went directly downstairs to the hiding spot.

My heart sank when the bag isn’t there.  The toys were not for me.  That meant either he’s having an affair or he’s using it on himself.  Both options were not appealing.  I didn’t know what to do.  So, tears streaming down my face, feeling completely betrayed and confused, I called my older sister Jenny.

I could barely get a sentence out through the tears as I babbled, “He’s ch-ch-cheating on me.”

“No way,” my sister said.

“I-I-I—” I stammered, but is unable to finish a sentence.

“I’m on my way,” Jenny said.

“OK,” I said, thankful my sister knew I needed her.

Twenty minutes later, the tears done, getting replaced with anger, I searched the home computer for clues.

I searched his emails, searched the files, searched the web browser, including all browser history and came away empty, except for a website called Literotica.

I’m just beginning to look into the erotica website when Jenny arrived.

“Okay, what’s the crisis?” Jenny asked, as she walked in the house, “I had to cancel three sessions to be here.”

“My husband is having an affair,” I said, instantly beginning to cry again.

“There’s no way Don is cheating on you,” she confidently said.

I explained everything I found and how it’s now gone, my emotions changing from sadness to anger.

“Interesting,” she said, as she seemed to be pondering all I’ve told her.

“What’s interesting?” I snapped, taking my frustration out on her, though her casual attitude toward the apparent end of my marriage only confounded my anger.

“So you’re sure they were anal toys?” My psychiatrist sister asked, not answering the question, something she always did, unable to not play therapist.

“Yes, they were similar to the toys at that sex party,” I said, before adding, “except the fake pussy.”

“Well, that’s good news.”

“How is this good news?”

“It means it’s unlikely he’s cheating on you.”

“How the fuck can you figure that?”

“It’s elementary, my dear,” she said, always playing psychologist instead of sister.

“Just explain yourself, sheesh.”

“What would you say if he told you he wants you to help him with a prostate orgasm?”

“A what?”

Even though I knew what and where the prostate is.

“Many men can reach orgasm and almost all men have more intense orgasms when the prostate is stimulated,” my sister explained, shifting to sexual expert.

“Really?”

My anger finally beginning to simmer, and instead a feeling of inadequacy beginning to grow.

“It’s always been true.  The difference now is the growing acceptance of homosexuality, and anal sex for men has begun to become more popular among straight and married man.”

Her explanation is interesting, but I still couldn’t fathom my husband, an ex-football player, taking something in the ass.

“No way Don wants it up there,” I firmly said, even though I’m not sure about it.

“Actually, if I’m profiling, I’d argue Don is the prototype for getting anally curious.”

“This I’ve got to hear,” I sarcastically said, as Jenny goes into a full psychological analysis mode.

“Don’t be giving me attitude when I’m just trying to help.”

“Sorry, I’m really stressed here.”

“I understand,” she said.  “Do you want to hear my theory?”

“I do.”

Even though I’m not sure I’m going to like what she said.

“He has grown up in a macho world.  He played football, which is a man’s sport.  He’s always supposed to be in charge,” she explained.

“Okay,” I said, not sure where this is going.

“Well, for women, the higher the job stress, the more likely they want to be submissive in the bedroom.  It’s not surprising it works the same for men,” she said, before adding, “There’s a load of research to prove this.”

“I’m still don’t get it,” I said, my head spinning.

“It may be after always being in charge and manning-up all those years, when alone he wants to let go of society’s expectations.”

“And take it up the ass?”

Her theory is ludicrous to me.

“Exactly,” she said. “It’s like many of my female clients who are lawyers, CEO’s and even teachers, they get home and no longer want to be in charge, they’d rather be submissive.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Getting submissive in the bedroom is a natural expectation of some women, but guys taking it up the butt?”

“It’s called pegging,” she said, before adding, “When you do it to him.”

“But how do I know he even wants me to do it to him?”

I’m still not buying into her theory.

“If he’s experimenting, he likely wants you to.”

“But he hides the toys and never once has brought it up.”

“I’m guessing this is still relatively new to him and his masculine male side is still overriding his vulnerable side,” she said.  “Plus, how would you react if he told you he wanted you to fuck him?”

“I don’t know,” I said, just as the front door suddenly opened.

“What’s the deal?” Emily, my much younger sister called out.

I said to Jenny with a burning face, “You called Emily?”

“You sounded stressed,” Jenny said and shrugged, before adding, “I thought I needed reinforcements.”

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