It was the Saturday night following my thirty-second birthday. My wife, Elizabeth, had arranged for our two young children to stay at her parents’ house for the night while we went out for dinner and had a bit of “alone time.” We went out to my favorite hibachi restaurant and had a few drinks while we were there.

As we left the restaurant, I asked Lizzie if she wanted to catch a movie or something. She responded that she was ready to head home. I didn’t argue the point. I guess that I just figured that we were an old, married couple and that we had already had enough excitement for the evening.

Once we arrived home, Lizzie mentioned that my birthday present was sitting on the bed. I walked into the bedroom to find Lizzie’s strap-on harness and the two dildos that we usually play with, as well as a new one. The new one was nothing outlandish, but it was slightly thicker and longer than the two that we already had. I immediately picked it up and delicately examined it. I felt its girth and length while I explored every ridge and vein on it.

My cock was already rock hard as I imagined what every little element of it would feel like. I placed it back down on the bed and hurried to the bathroom to prepare for our upcoming adventure.

As I was getting ready, I couldn’t help but think about how much our sex life had changed in the previous year.

A couple of years prior, I had secretly started to experiment with anal play. It was inspired by seeing all kinds of crazy things on blog sites. At first, I ignored a lot of those sorts of things and just kept scrolling. As time went on, though, I started to notice that there were a lot of “straight” men who enjoyed using all sorts of anal sex toys.

Lizzie only had two sex toys (at least that I was aware of). One was a vibrator that was slightly thicker than my pinkie finger, which she mostly used on her clitoris. The other was also a vibrator, but it was roughly the thickness of a modestly-sized cock. This was the one that she would sometimes penetrate herself with.

Curious about what was the appeal to these men, I decided to try out the smallest vibrator one day when nobody else was home. I lubed up the vibrator and my ass as well, only to find that it still took a significant effort to push it inside. Once I did, it took my breath away. I only held out for a few seconds before I had to push it out.

After trying several times, I was finally able to leave it inside me for a little while. It didn’t really seem very pleasurable, especially when I decided to turn it on. Sliding it in and out didn’t feel that bad, but I wouldn’t characterize it as feeling good, either.

Disappointed with my exploration, I took the vibrator to the bathroom and sanitized it before returning it to Lizzie’s dresser drawer.

After a few days, and seeing additional relevant porn content, I convinced myself that I must have been doing something wrong. I continued to experiment with the small vibrator a couple of additional times. Eventually, I could comfortably take it, although there weren’t a lot of “fireworks.”

So, I decided to try the larger of the vibrators. To my surprise, it really didn’t seem to fit at all. Even with a firm push, it felt like my frame couldn’t accept something that large. It seemed strange to me because outwardly it certainly didn’t seem to be exceptionally large.

I continued to try to force it inside of me. I was bent over the side of the bed, trying to awkwardly push the vibrator inside, when it finally “popped.” A rush of pain and discomfort filled me as I gasped audibly. I hurriedly ejected it as I couldn’t believe how large this little thing felt inside of me. I stared at it, not able to fathom how something that size could feel like it was tearing me in two.

Probably most people would have given up the exploration at that point. Within several minutes, though, I was forcing it inside me, once again. I think it hurt just as bad the second time, but at least I knew what I was in for. I held out as long as could before pushing it out.

That would not be the last time I experimented with Lizzie’s larger toy. I would continue trying several additional times before I was ready to completely abandon the whole idea. Frustrated with the lack of pleasure in the “pleasure to pain ratio,” I decided to try another position.

I was lying on my back on the bed with my backside just slightly overhanging the bed. My legs were buckled and in the upright position and I couldn’t help but think that I looked like I was positioned to actually get fucked.

I slid the vibrator inside my ass. It was still a rather “snug” fit, but I could usually leave it in for a little bit before my body rejected it. Unfortunately, it didn’t really feel any better in a different position. Determined to at least get a little bit of pleasure after all of my attempts at anal play, I decided to try masturbating.

I held the vibrator in place with my left hand while I grabbed ahold of my cock with my right hand. Soon, my cock was completely erect. I switched hands, deciding that I would be able to slide the vibrator in and out slightly with my right hand. There wasn’t a lot of motion created, and I am not sure that it improved the situation, but things accelerated quickly. My body tensed up and I could already feel a load of cum traveling up from my testicles and ready to be discharged.

My legs lowered to the edge of the bed and my lower body bridged upward. Quickly, I switched hands once again, allowing me to, once again, stroke my cock with my dominant hand. I cautiously held the vibrator in place with my left hand, feeling like my body wanted it removed as soon as possible. The orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer. My vision went sparkly, and I felt disoriented. I heard droplets of cum splatter onto the bedspread, both behind and to the sides of my head. Then, several more hit my face. One on the tip of my nose and another one glanced off of my lips and into my open mouth. I realized my grip on the vibrator was too loose, and it fired out of my ass and halfway across the room with a rolling thud. Still not finished, the next wave of cum splattered my upper chest and shoulders before waning to a modest dribble onto my stomach.

I lowered myself down to the bed and was in shock at the intensity and potency of my orgasm. Although cum was splattered all over myself and the bedspread, I could only imagine that if it were all in one pool it would have been the largest volume of cum that I had ever ejaculated. In many ways, that frightened me. Although the “guy” in me, just wanted to start over and fire off another one, I was concerned about what my response actually meant about my sexuality.

I cleaned everything up as best as I could, even placing the bedspread in the washing machine. Lizzie was led to believe that I spilled a drink on it.

Not surprisingly, my solo adventures got increasingly frequent. There were several “close calls” in which I thought that I was going to be caught one way or another. The guilt about what I was doing continued to build. It almost felt like I was cheating on Lizzie, somehow.

My wife and I had always had an open and honest sexual relationship. That didn’t mean that the communication was always good, or that someone’s feelings didn’t get bruised on occasion. She knew that I masturbated to porn, and I knew why she had her vibrators, for example.

One night, while we were sitting in bed, I admitted to her that I had been playing with her vibrators. I expected her to get angry or ask me if was gay. Instead, she thought about it for a moment and asked, “So…do you want me to use it on you sometime?”

I was in shock. I hesitated for what felt like an hour before I confessed, “Yes, I would like that.”

That was our first step into the femdom aspect of our relationship. It didn’t work very well, so we decided to buy a strap-on harness and a “starter” dildo. It took Lizzie a few tries to get the hang of how to wear the harness as well as how to move her hips. Once she did, though, our bedroom adventures started to get pretty wild.

We purchased a slightly larger dildo and we started to ramp up the aggressiveness of our encounters. One time, I jokingly referred to her as “Miss Peggy.” The nickname stuck, and she soon started demanding that I call her that name during our strap-on sessions.

It was all in good fun, whether she was spanking my ass until it was red, pulling my hair, or insulting me. Lizzie always managed to keep things fresh, not that we had the time or opportunity to do it as often as I would have liked.

Our strap-on sessions had become my favorite part of our sex life. They were usually centered around my pleasure, although Lizzie would sometimes make me service her orally afterward.

As I left the shower, I toweled myself off as I headed back to the bedroom. Miss Peggy was waiting for me, wearing nothing except a strap-on harness and the smallest of the dildos.

She ordered me onto my knees. Once I crawled across the floor, I was commanded to kiss her feet. Miss Peggy told me to “assume the position.” I grabbed some lube and applied it to her dildo as well as my ass, then I bent over the edge of the bed with my legs spread wide.

She charged up behind me and drove the dildo inside of me. It was a very small dildo, but it still caused me to groan effeminately.

“What’s that, Bitch?” Miss Peggy chastised. “You like that, don’t you? Tell me how much you love Miss Peggy’s cock?”

She continued to taunt me and forced me to call out to her repeatedly as she “warmed me up” with the small dildo.

Miss Peggy pulled the dildo out of my ass and quickly switched over to what was now our medium-sized dildo. It was quickly splashed with lube and promptly pushed inside of me. She took it slower this time in terms of thrusting, but she was peppering both sides of my butt with hard slaps.

“You like it rough, don’t you Slut?”

Miss Peggy had two names for me, “Bitch” and “Slut.” She made me call out to her and beg for her to abuse my slutty ass. She continued to thrust away with increasing aggressiveness until she had adequately stretched out my hole so that she could move on to the new dildo. Before she switched dildos, she dribbled lube onto the current one as she fucked me, effectively pumping lots of lube into my fuckhole.

She switched over to the new dildo and pressed it against my ass. It took a firm shove to get it inside. I let out a cry as it entered me and begged Miss Peggy to take it easy on me. It was, once again, surprising to me how much I could feel such a small increase in size.

It took several minutes for me to adjust, but eventually, I was able to take the new dildo relatively comfortably. She had just started to get up to speed when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” she shouted.

To my surprise, Lizzie headed to the front door wearing nothing but her strap-on harness. I couldn’t imagine that she would actually answer the door like that. I heard her talking to somebody, not knowing whether it was through the door or what. Still, I couldn’t believe that she had done it.

I heard footsteps approaching and Lizzie walked into the bedroom.

“Who was it?” I asked.

Just then, a giant, red-haired man stepped through the doorway. He lowered his head cautiously as he passed through. Clearly, he had banged his head into a few doorways previously. The man, besides being quite tall, was big and burly. He looked quite strong in his upper body and had a bit of a bulging belly. At his height, he must have approached three hundred pounds. He had short, red hair and a neatly trimmed beard as well as being freckled and light-skinned.

Lizzie casually said, “Honey, this is Bill. He is the other part of your birthday present.”

I swallowed hard, creating an audible gulping sound. I didn’t know what that meant, but I was nervous. Bill looked at me briefly and smirked. I was completely naked, and my ass was bright red. My cock, which tends to drift from hard to soft during our play, was decidedly soft and unimpressive looking.

Bill immediately started to remove the flannel shirt that he was wearing, revealing a white, wife-beater t-shirt underneath. He removed his shoes, pants, and t-shirt quickly. Just then, Lizzie jumped in and started to remove his boxer shorts. It was then that I noticed that she had removed her strap-on harness.

As Lizzie pulled down Bill’s shorts, his long, fat, pink cock sprung free. It was still soft, but it was clearly starting to plump up. Bill had bushy red pubic hair and a pale white cock with a bright pink head. I felt emasculated just standing near him. He was a big man in every sense.

Lizzie dropped to her knees and started to suck Bill’s cock. I didn’t really know what I was supposed to be doing, but I definitely wasn’t sure how this was my birthday present. Lizzie turned to me occasionally, waving Bill’s cock in my direction as it grew and smiling at me. I found myself feeling increasingly jealous, not jealous of him, but jealous of her.

As my obsession with anal play had developed. I had found myself looking at porn from a very different angle. I focused increasingly on the men’s cocks as time went on. I still didn’t find the men attractive in any way, but I did love to look at their cocks and imagine what they might feel like.

Bill’s cock was damn impressive. It must have been a solid nine inches long and it was proportionally thick. Bill was moaning to Lizzie as she sucked his cock, then he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.

He nudged me out of the way and slung Lizzie against the bed in much the same position as I had just been. He bent her over the bed and slid his cock inside of her. I could tell by her reaction that she was getting all that she could handle. After settling in, she started to call out to Bill. I knew then that Miss Peggy had arrived.

She told Bill that he was the only real man that she had ever been with and that she wanted him to ruin her. Then, she claimed that her husband was an even bigger slut than she was and that she would love to have Bill fuck his slutty hole.

Bill stopped suddenly and stared at me. He pulled his cock out of Lizzie and barked, “You! Get on the bed!”

Bill nudged Lizzie to the side, and I assumed her spot. Suddenly, Bill grabbed me. He flipped me over and onto the bed like I was a ragdoll.

“Not like that!” he growled.

He grabbed onto my legs and dragged me to the edge of the bed. As I looked down his cock was still glistening with Lizzie’s wetness. His hands clamped around my ankles like a vise, and he rocked me backward until my ass lifted off of the bed. I quickly realized that instead of directing his cock toward my ass, he was directing my ass toward his cock. Bill leaned forward until he forced his cock inside of me.

The first thing that I noticed was how warm his cock was. I was used to using sex toys that felt cool when first inserted. Bill’s cock, plump with blood flow, felt even warmer than my hole. His cock really stretched my hole. It was considerably larger than my sex toys, but still, it didn’t hurt as bad as I would have thought.

Still, I cried out, “Oh, fuck!”

Bill stared me down and then pointed at Lizzie.

“Shut him the fuck up!” Bill barked.

It was clear to me then that Lizzie had enticed this man in with the promise of a threesome, but that he had to fuck me as well. I was convinced that Bill wasn’t gay by any means. He was just a horny guy willing to fuck whatever hole was offered to him. He just didn’t want any unnecessary reminders that it was a guy that he was fucking.

Lizzie climbed up onto the bed and straddled me so that she was facing Bill. She lowered herself down and ordered me to lick her freshly fucked pussy.

Now with Lizzie sitting on my face, I couldn’t see anything that was happening to me. I could feel Bill change his grip. He released my ankles and seemed to have his arms wrapped around my thighs as my legs were held straight up into the air.

I could hear a smacking sound and Lizzie seemed to be occasionally kissing Bill. Then she started to taunt him.

“Fuck him harder, Bill! Fuck his slutty hole!” Miss Peggy shouted.

Bill was more than willing to accommodate her. He started thrusting harder and faster than before. Certainly, it was all that I could handle, but I adjusted to his girth fairly quickly. If I had a sex toy the size of his cock, I would really struggle with it, particularly if it was made of the same firm latex material that our dildos were made of. Instead, Bill’s fleshy cock, although it was quite rigid at its core, seemed to yield considerably in its softer outer layers.

The sounds of our bodies crashing together echoed through the house. I could feel the slap of Bill’s torso as it smacked against my backside, followed by a jiggling sensation as the relaxed muscles of my butt and thighs shook from the impact.

Lizzie seemed to sense that Bill was approaching orgasm. I felt her hand wrap around my cock. It was the first time in the encounter that anyone, including myself, had bothered to touch it. I could tell that it was fairly soft by the way that it felt in her hand. It responded quickly, as it usually did in such circumstances, and in roughly a minute it was completely erect.

I felt Bill’s grip shift, once again. He had his hand gripped firmly around my upper thighs and he adjusted his tempo to short, deep strokes.

I groaned as I was about to cum, but nobody heard me. I imagine that Lizzie felt the vibration of my cries, though. My body tried to contort, but Bill was so powerful that I couldn’t move very much while in his grasp. I came so hard that I thought that I was going to blackout. As I was collecting myself, I realized that Bill was in the process of cumming himself. He had virtually stopped moving and was grinding his cock as deep inside of me as he could get. I could feel his cock throb, and the wet warmth of his load as he deposited it. I couldn’t believe that I had nearly missed it while in my throes of pleasure.

Seconds later, I felt my backside drop down to the bed. I hadn’t even realized that he had picked me up at some point. His rapidly softening cock squirmed free, and my gaping hole felt incredibly vacant.

I relaxed momentarily, trying to collect myself, when I realized that Bill was almost completely dressed. Before I knew it, he was heading out the door without anybody saying a word. I wanted to shout out to him that he could join us anytime, but I didn’t have the courage to. I don’t know which of those two things made me seem weaker.

It was then that I truly knew that I was just a fuckhole for him. I know that it sounds terrible, but it really isn’t. To be honest, that is all that I wanted to be. I only wanted his big dick and the pleasure that it could provide me, so there was no difference in how the two of us felt about the encounter.

Besides, I did not doubt that Miss Peggy would line up another encounter soon, whether that be with Bill or somebody else.

Fuck! I hope I don’t have to wait until my birthday next year.