The week before Christmas, Mike discovered a butt plug in his sock drawer.

It hadn’t been there before, as far as he knew, and if it hadn’t been for the thump it made when he’d opened the drawer looking for a pair of cotton crews he likely wouldn’t have noticed it at all.

He held it between his fingers and stared dumbly in the bedroom’s early morning light. He had no idea how it had ended up among his clothes, but he had some idea why it might be there.

He and Sierra had been trying to get pregnant for nearly eight years. All of their schemes, schedules and treatments had come to nothing, and Sierra had finally given up. It had been hard for them both to accept, but once the initial fugue had worn off, they’d gone back to their old sex life with the fervor of newlyweds.

And then a miracle happened.

She’d come out of the bathroom with a goofy smile on her face and her pants still bunched around her ankles, and showed him the test strip. Those two blue lines had been the best gift he could have ever hoped for.

“I guess this means we’ve got to take it easy now,” Mike had joked.

Sierra had given him a look. “My ass it does. This just gives us a deadline.”

And so they went on. Any time that Mike could still stand after a twelve-hour shift he was furiously pumping into his wife, on her knees or with her legs wrapped around his neck, until their backs and joints sang in agony. But Sierra wasn’t so easily discouraged. She might not have been as acrobatic as she’d been when they’d married, but the pregnancy had given her a voracious appetite for her husband’s dick. She hadn’t previously given him a blowjob since they’d been dating, but Mike couldn’t complain when she decided to start each day with her lips around his member. He’d lost almost ten pounds from all the missed breakfasts.

As the baby started to show, Sierra’s tastes got decidedly… weirder. What they’d been doing had become too familiar, too sedate for her liking. At first she wanted him to tie her down and to fuck her in the ass – but after trying it, she found the rope burned into her wrists, and was crying before Mike had even entered her.

“Did you want to try something else?” he’d asked.

She’d sniffed. “Not now, but… what about pegging?”

The truth was, he’d seen this coming. The hormones hadn’t just made his wife hornier, she’d also gotten more demanding. Bossier. He wouldn’t have said that Sierra was the dominant type, but the changes had been more than just physical. It was exciting, but Mike worried where that newfound enthusiasm might take her.

He had said that he was going to think about pegging, but it seemed that Sierra had already made up her mind. He tucked the plug behind his socks, shut the drawer, and went to work.

It was still there when he got back.

His best bet as he saw it was to ignore the toy, pretend he’d never seen it. He had no patience for passive-questioning bullshit - if his wife really wanted to stuff something in his ass, she’d have to ask him like a grown up. And he’d say…

He didn’t know what he’d say.

After he finished his shower, he shaved his face and then hesitated. After a moment’s consideration, he drew his razor carefully between his ass cheeks until the skin there was as smooth as the day he’d been born. Just in case, he told himself.

Mike toweled himself off and swung back toward the bedroom to deposit his dirty clothes into the hamper. Sierra would have given him hell if she found his uniform on the floor again. As he turned back around, his eye was drawn once again toward the drawer.

She wouldn’t be home for another hour or so.

Fuck it.

He opened the drawer, his fingers wrapping around the now-familiar silicone texture. Looking at it in his palm he thought, there’s no way this is going to fit. The bulb was nearly the size of a golf ball at its widest. Even though it gave slightly under his fingertips, it still seemed impossibly huge. There was no way.

But… he did have lube. A whole stockpile of lube.

His hands shook as he retrieved the bottle from the table beside their bed. He lay down on the mattress, his knees slightly bent to keep his ass in the air. Then, before he could change his mind, he poured a dollop of the liquid down his crack, until it ran down his taint and soaked the sheets below. He glanced back at the plug, then added another dab. Just in case.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the plug and reached back. It pressed hard against his sphincter – for all the lubricant he’d used, he expected it to be slippery. But the lube did its work, and slowly the plug began to sink.

The feeling wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but he wouldn’t call it painful so much as… tight? He was almost halfway down, but he was starting to get some resistance. It was the position, he decided, recalling how Sierra had been posed when she’d been on the receiving end. He spread out his legs and tried again, a pair of fingers pushing on the base, willing it to go just that little bit further.

Nothing. If anything, the plug was starting to slip back out.

But just before, it had started to feel kind of good.

Mike wasn’t going to be so easily discouraged. He was a grown man, for chrissakes. A minor setback was nothing – he just needed more lube and a second wind. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling himself relax. As they did, he pushed again. His muscles, lulled for just long enough, loosened.

His eyes went wide. So that was what he’d been missing—

“Honey, I’m home!”

Hearing his wife’s voice, Mike panicked. And his body did what it usually did when he was agitated. He felt more than heard the gulp.

Sierra came around the corner, pulling off her earrings. She looked at her husband, who’d rolled over suddenly at her arrival, naked but for a damp sheet and a deer-in-headlights expression.

She bit her lip. “Mike, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he tried, but it only came out as a squeak. He could feel the base of the plug spread against his cheeks, but that was nothing compared to the sensation from deep inside him, deeper than he’d expected or prepared for. He squirmed, trying to relieve the pressure. It didn’t.

“Mike, turn over.”

Her tone made it clear that she’d left her patience back at the office. He lay back over on his churning stomach, hoping that she’d keep her teasing to a minimum until after she’d helped him get the object out.

Instead he heard, “Huh. So that’s where that went.”

“What?”

“You’re clenching, honey. It’s not going to come out unless you relax.” Sierra sat on the bed, her thigh over his back, straddling him. “You know, I’ve been looking for this ever since the last time I did laundry.”

“Wait, you mean it’s your—” he trailed off into a moan as she pulled upward, twisting slowly as she went.

“Yeah. I thought we could try anal again, once I’d trained myself a bit.” She tugged again, but the plug held firm. “It seems like you two have gotten attached, though.”

Mike had nothing to say. Getting the toy in place had been an uncomfortable chore, but once it was there… with his wife’s weight resting on him, their unborn child between them… maybe he didn’t need the plug taken out just yet. His hips reflexively thrust against the mattress.

“Are you hard right now?” she whispered, and twisted the base again.

He grunted. “Are you going to take that out?”

“I don’t know if I should. You’ve been a naughty boy, opening presents that aren’t yours. Maybe I should keep it in a little longer.” She gave it another eye-watering twist. “Or maybe I should make you wear it when you’re fucking me in the ass. That’s better than a strap-on, isn’t it?”

She pulled, gently but suddenly. The pressure that had been building burst all at once, and Mike sighed as he unloaded a sticky mess into the sheets. With a sound like a popped cork, Sierra withdrew the plug.

“I guess this is yours now,” she mused, setting it down on the bed. “Merry Christmas, honey.”

And to all a good night.