I’ve always heard about pegging, but I never imagined that one day I would be the one wearing a strap-on with my husband Antony. Actually, since I turned 30, I’ve had a much naughtier mind, but it took me a while to build up the courage.
At 52 years old, after 28 years of marriage, we decided to explore something new. It was one of the most intimate and intense experiences of our lives.
How It All Started
One night, after some wine, Antony confessed an old fantasy: being penetrated. I was surprised, but curious. He seemed quite embarrassed by the confession, but he had no idea how many times I had masturbated thinking about exactly that. Funny how married life is, right? I got really wet when he told me.
The Preparation
I agreed right away, and we soon started preparing for the big moment. I bought a medical-grade silicone strap-on in a small size, along with plenty of water-based lubricant. We began with long foreplay, fingers, and small plugs.
The Night
Antony lying face down, relaxed. Me behind him, with the strap-on adjusted. I felt powerful. I entered slowly, feeling him open up for me. Honestly, in that moment I saw my husband as a total slut. He was writhing in pleasure.
I moved slowly at first, then with more rhythm. He came hard — a full-body orgasm, different from the usual. I also got extremely aroused by the feeling of control and the sight of him surrendering completely.
Pegging in Our Open Relationship
We occasionally swing and are curious about polyamory. Pegging fits perfectly into this universe of consensual exploration. The ethical communication we practice helps a lot, and we love talking about it with the contacts we make on Ysos.
Myths We Shattered
No, Antony is still heterosexual. Prostate pleasure is physiological. It doesn’t hurt when done calmly. It’s romantic, it’s pleasurable, and above all, it’s ours.