Chelsea pegs husband with a strap-on


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If you told me this time last year my wife would be fucking me with a dildo, I would have laughed in your face. Hell, if you told me this time last week my wife would be fucking me with a dildo, I’d still laugh. But rules were made to be broken, at least that was what I told myself when I saw the brightly coloured dildo strapped to wife. It was sitting where her pussy normally was, all hard and standing at attention, the same thickness as my own cock. I guess I’d finally learn what my wife had been feeling all those years with me.

“How does it look?” Chelsea asked, her hands on her hips.

“You kinda look like an idiot,” I said honestly from the edge of the bed. “But still, I’m interested.”

“Yeah? Good. There’s no turning back now,” Chelsea winked at me, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. “You ready to get fucked?”

I couldn’t help but feel my cock harden at her words. It was a weird feeling and an even weirder situation to be in. Most husbands wouldn’t let their wife get all the power in the bedroom, but Chelsea had practically begged me. She had gotten drunk one night and revealed to me all her dirtiest fantasies, and fucking me with a strap on was by far the most intriguing.

“I’m ready, honey. I’m all yours,” I smiled at her.

“I know. And that ass belongs to me. Gonna fill it up so good,” she murmured as she stepped closer.

“You sound ridiculous,” I said. I couldn’t contain my laughter at her dirty talk. Normally it was me talking to her like that.

“Hey, did I say that you could laugh at me?” She muttered, frowning at me. “You have to get me nice and wet. Come suck me.”

It was funny to see my wife, all petite and usually so sweet, being all domineering. She was doing her best to get into the role of being big and dominant, so I decided to give her a meek nod in response, playing the role she wanted me to.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

She stepped over and pressed the dildo to my lips, the purple toy unavoidable now. I wrapped one hand around it curiously. It was the closest I had ever been to touching another cock besides my own.

“Open up,” instructed Chelsea. “Don’t make me punish you.”

I nodded and parted my lips, watching with wide eyes as Chelsea slid the fake cock inside of my mouth. It felt a little odd to have something soft and hard in your mouth at the same time, and I guessed that was what Chelsea dealt with every time she sucked me off. My lips slowly clamped around the dildo, feeling both unsure and aroused at the same time. I wanted nothing more than to make Chelsea happy, so I did as I was told and began to slide my mouth up and down the toy.

“Good boy. Suck that cock,” muttered Chelsea.

I laughed with the dildo halfway into my mouth and I ended up choking. I looked up to see Chelsea giving me a disapproving look, but I sucked at the dildo hard, trying to prove to her that I was being good. She felt no pleasure from my mouth technically, but she seemed to be enjoying it and even let out loud moans as I sucked. Chelsea even gripped my blond locks tightly and guided me up and down the toy, just like I do to her, making sure every inch of it was coated in my spit. It was going in my ass after all, so I wanted to make sure I could get it as wet as I could.

With Chelsea’s hands in my hair, she guided me further down the toy, pushing me all the way down until my nose was pressed against the black material of the harness that was keeping the toy up. I couldn’t help but choke, completely and utterly not used to having a fake cock in my mouth. I gave Chelsea a pleading look and she pulled me off of her, a loud gasp leaving me, spit trailing down my chin.

“That was pretty good for your first time,” smirked Chelsea.

“I guess I’m a pro now,” I laughed.

“Don’t get cocky. You’re not as good as me.”

“Sorry hon… I mean ma’am.”

“That’s a good boy. Now get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you good and hard,” instructed Chelsea, her hands on her hips again. I nodded slowly before turning around, my knees on the bed now and my ass in the air. Chelsea gave me a not so soft spank and I let out a yelp in surprise. The roles had truly been reversed.  I looked over my shoulder at her and watched as she coated the dildo with glob after glob of lube, and she played with the toy, making sure it was coated in the liquid. She then pressed some to my asshole, coating the hole that had been used.

I felt some creaking on the bed and heard Chelsea shifting, her hands on my hips as she pulled me against her. I could feel the slick, lube covered dildo press against the crack of my ass, and I suddenly felt Chelsea lean down, her lips right up against my ear as she gave me a soft kiss. It was so much more different to how she had been acting.

“Are you okay, hun?” She asked. That fake, deep, over the top voice had faded and was instead replace with her usual sweet tone. “Do you feel ready for me?”

“What happened to Miss Dominatrix?” I laughed.

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay before Miss Dominatrix comes back,” she giggled.

“I’m fine, it’s all good. I’m ready,” I assured her.

“Okay,” she said, pressing a quick kiss on my neck. Her lips trailed along my cheeks, soft lips on my skin before she was soon at my neck. She sucked at my warm skin and I knew she was going to end up leaving marks on me. The grip she had on my hips got harder as the kissing got more heated, and soon she was pressing kisses down my shoulder, giving my flesh a quick bite.

I cleared my throat when I felt the tip of the toy press against my hole, and I couldn’t help but widen my eyes at the feeling. It felt old, but I was more than ready to try out Chelsea’s ideas. My cock was getting harder and harder and it pointed straight down at the mattress, all thick and leaking, my tip swollen, begging to be touched. I wondered if Chelsea would be able to manage to fuck me and play with my cock at the same time.

“I’m gonna give it to you now. You ready?” Chelsea asked me again.

“Ready, baby. I’m all yours.”

She murmured a small “okay” before she pressed the wet tip harder against my asshole, and I could already feel myself clenching, unable to relax despite how much I wanted to feel Chelsea inside of me.

“Just calm down. Don’t tense up. Take it easy and relax,” said Chelsea, that sweet side back once more.

My wife massaged my ass, grabbing at my skin softly, kneading into the flesh with a slow rhythm. It felt nice and it definitely calmed me down, her hands quickly sending me into a relaxed state. She pulled my cheeks apart, wearing down my once tightly clenched ass before pressing the dildo to it once more. I heard her spit and a second later felt her saliva pooling at my asshole, and that was when she slid the tip into me, just an inch in my hole, and I let out a loud gasp.

“Holy shit,” I said, pushing myself forward. “Wow.”

“You okay?” She asked, still rubbing at my ass.

“Yeah, yeah… Just. Fuck,” I muttered. I felt so full. I was a little embarrassed at how overwhelmed I was, knowing that Chelsea had only pushed the tip in. The feeling was strange, like I was being stretched out. I needed more. “Gimme more, honey. Push more into me.”

“Yeah? You want more of this cock?” She asked, switching back to that dominant role she seemed to like so much. With a slow thrust she pushed into me, just a couple more inches, her movements gentle but feeling amazing at the same time.

“Jesus Christ,” I practically whined, burying my face in the mattress. I had never played with my ass or ever let anyone near it and I had no idea why: this felt fucking good. The pleasure was hard to describe and was so different to having my cock played with it. It was overwhelming to say the least and it felt like my whole body was on fire, like I could feel the pleasure from the tips of my toes and then up to my cock and then finally to my ass. “Give me more. Fuck, I need more.”

I found myself pushing back against the toy, doing most of the work for Chelsea. With her hands on my hips she held me in place while I worked myself back, letting the thick, wet toy fill up more and more of my tight ass. I could feel my ass accommodating the toy, stretching around it as I let it fill me up. My knees were shaky and my arms were pressed against the mattress, but they weren’t doing much to keep me up. My body fell to the mattress but Chelsea shifted me so my ass was still in the air, the curved toy still hitting me.

“You ready to get fucked now?” She asked.

I couldn’t see her, but I could just picture her face, eyes glazed over and her teeth gritted as she stared down at me. I nodded into the mattress and let out a rather girlish sounding whine before Chelsea pulled out the toy, leaving just the tip in me, and with her short nails digging into my skin as leverage, she pushed all the way back in.

“Fuck!” I cried out. Even with my face pressed against the mattress my pleasure was obvious. “Oh God, again!”

Chelsea complied and I felt her pull the toy out just like earlier, sliding it back in so the tip sat in me, and then she slid into me again, sinking every inch of the thick toy into my tight ass.

“Damn, you’re tight, honey,” muttered Chelsea, giving my ass a slap. “Such a tight little ass. I wonder if mine is this tight. This must be why you love fucking me there so much.

“Aha,” I groaned into the sheets, crying out as Chelsea fucked me at a steady pace, hands gripping me tight as she took me and made me hers. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be stretched out, to be full of cock – even if it was a fake one. Chelsea kept on hitting a spot I had no idea I even had, and my whines got louder and louder the faster she went. I could feel my cock throbbing, aching to be touched, but I was so focused on my ass getting rammed that I didn’t even care.

Something was building inside of me. Something new, something powerful, and I could just feel my cock twitching against the mattress. As Chelsea fucked me my lower body grinded against the silk sheets, the softness wrapping around my sensitive length, caressing me like a gentle pair of hands. With one last thrust from my wife I came loud and hard, the sheets pressed against my cock as load after load of spunk left me.

I whined loudly, sounding just like Chelsea when I filled her up to the brim with my own cock. I whimpered when she pulled the toy out and looked down at my cock, wondering how I managed to cum by just grinding into the sheets.

“You ready to try this thing on me?” Chelsea whispered in my ear, distracting me from my thoughts.



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