Summary

A man shares his journey from casually reading an article on Medium about pegging to experiencing it with his wife, leading to a new dynamic in their sexual relationship.

Abstract

The narrative begins with the man's unexpected introduction to the concept of pegging through an article by Christine Stevens on Medium, which he shares with his wife. Initially unsure about the idea, he is surprised when his wife decides to act on the article's content, leading to an intimate and transformative experience for both of them. The couple explores this new aspect of their sexuality with openness and care, resulting in a heightened sense of partnership and sexual satisfaction, particularly for the husband, who discovers a newfound appreciation for prostate stimulation.

Opinions

The author expresses a mix of surprise and excitement about the impact of an article on their sex life.
He initially underestimates the influence of his semi-drunken state on his willingness to explore new sexual experiences.
The wife is portrayed as confident and assertive in her approach to trying pegging, which contrasts with the husband's initial nervousness.
The author conveys a sense of vulnerability and self-consciousness about being the receptive partner in sex for the first time.
He acknowledges the importance of trust and communication in making the experience comfortable and enjoyable for both partners.
The couple's experience with pegging is seen as a positive addition to their relationship, fostering a deeper connection and mutual satisfaction.
The author humorously thanks his prostate for the new avenue of pleasure, suggesting a positive change in his perspective on sexual roles and pleasure.

From Reading an Article to Getting Pegged

My prostate says thanks

My wife is really excited about pegging by Carly Rae Hobbins on Unsplash

When I signed up on Medium, I didn’t expect to get pegged 3 months later. My mind expected the stimulation, my prostate, not so much. But after all, Medium is the place where good ideas find you.

I must confess, I helped them find me. Or rather, I helped my wife find them.

First, reading and sharing an article.

Something like a month ago, my wife was having a work-party-thingy at a colleague’s place (don’t tell, it’s borderline with the company rules nowadays), and I was browsing articles with a glass of wine.

The glass kept on being refilled, which might be another reason why I got ass-fucked in the end. I guess it was due to happen sooner or later, though.

One thing led to another, and I started binge-reading articles from Christine Stevens until I got to the one titled My Boyfriend Was Nervous About Getting Pegged. I wasn’t familiar with the term but quickly understood what it was about.

Christine got me with the question: “Can you stand to have an orgasm that lasts for a minute or more?”

I didn’t know if I could, but she certainly made me want to try.

That’s when my semi-drunkenness comes into play (or maybe I don’t want to admit how much I wanted to try). I emailed my wife a link to the article. I went to bed, she came back late, and the next morning I somehow wished I hadn’t sent it.

I didn’t ask what she thought about it, and she didn’t say anything. After a few days, I thought she wasn’t ready for that and decided that ghosting the subject would be the safest course of action.

Then, a whisper to my ears.

Well. My wife had read the article, and attentively so. She had also been to a sex-shop and made a new acquisition. Which explains why two weeks later, as we were ubering our way back from dinner, she whispered to my ear, “Tonight’s the night.”

It might not be clear to you. If you had read Christine’s article, you’d know that’s how she started her story. And that’s also how she warned her boyfriend about their program for bedtime. So, I knew perfectly well what my wife had in mind.

There was still a week to go before Christmas, and I already got to open my first gift. Or rather, my wife would get to open her first gift.

I blushed. I felt a blood surge in my cheeks, in my temples, and my dick. That’s how it goes when I get really excited about something sexual. There’s the usual swelling in my boxers, of course, but, on top, my mind sort of gets swelled as well.

It’s hard to explain, something like being so laser-focused on sex that my whole body and all my neurons are trying their best to converge at the focal point.

Needless to say, I’m not able to talk in this condition. I managed a nod and a squeeze at her hand to acknowledge receipt, nothing more.

Out of the Uber and into the elevator, our eyes are interlocked, and I notice something different.

In hindsight, I understand what it was about.

My wife was looking at me the way I usually look at her in these circumstances. She was looking at me, knowing that soon she’ll be fucking me.

She was exuding a scent mixed with sensuality and dominance. She was also showing it. She put one hand on my butt and pulled me towards her for a passionate kiss. I was electrified. Her second hand joined, and she was now squeezing hard and pressing my body against hers.

The message was pretty clear already; maybe she wanted to rub it in, or maybe she was just in a flow state. In any case, she made it crystal clear when she made me turn around and, looking at me in the mirror, she thrust her pelvis forward, slapping against my ass.

Finally, a new player enters the game: the prostate.

We entered the apartment, and with a pat on my butt, my wife showed me towards the bathroom for a shower. Contrary to Christine’s boyfriend, I came out stark naked as I was too excited for the towel anyway.

My wife was waiting for me, naked but for her new toy. (Slim rider from Strap U, in case you’re wondering. It’s a strapless strap-on, meaning both ends are having fun at the same time).

That’s when I got scared a bit. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so sure about all this, and I was very self-conscious. Yes, I fantasized about it, and I knew I wanted to try, but I wasn’t ready to be so exposed.

It was a flashback to our first time, 12 years ago or so, except everything was reversed. And I guess it was also a flashback to our very first times, a long time ago.

Like 12 years earlier, we were both shy, but this time, my wife didn’t have any problem with her erection. As her younger self had been, she was gentle and tender, making me comfortable. Lying on the bed together, we focused on caring about each other and lovingly stroking our bodies.

When she understood I was ready, she pushed me softly, guiding me to lie face down, with my ass ready for her.

I had known finger play before, of course (?), but that was seriously different. The position for once; I wasn’t the one in control at all. That was a strange feeling. I understood, in my flesh, what being “the passive receiver of penetration” means.

And then, the size of it. Truth be told, it was pretty uncomfortable at first. I was disappointed. I almost wanted to stop. But my wife had my back, literally, and helped me get back on track. I won’t share the dirty talk, but she suggested some self-stimulation that proved beneficial for all sides.

After that, it got better, in particular, thanks to the “powerful internal thrumming.” We didn’t try the whole 3 speeds and 6 patterns, but it was clear that my wife had made an excellent choice. And she was enjoying herself as well; vibrations work on both ends…

2021 — the new normal?

Maybe that’s because the experience is so fresh, but there’s a different playfulness between us at the moment. We cast off a burden we didn’t know was there.

On the sex side of things, I don’t think we’ll ever get into very kinky stuff, but we might explore some more. When it comes to our relationship, this experience got us closer to being in a real partnership.

And my prostate is absolutely delighted.