'Peg'

For those of you with good memories, you might recall a time when I was naming blog posts after Steely Dan songs. I know. I can’t explain it, its just one of those things. But for anyone who is an actual fan of Steely Dan, you will also know that one of their best songs EVER is a song called ‘Peg’. Never did I think I might have an occasion to reference this song in a blog post…but today I do.

Today’s story is totally, completely and utterly unique. It is all the more special because it comes from one of my regular correspondents.

Brad* and I mail on a regular basis. He was first prompted to write when I posted this story about modern day gender issues. As a stay-at-home-father-of-two, this clearly struck a chord for him. Since then, we have bantered back and forth. Sometimes we swap news stories and often we just talk about the weather….until recently that is, when this question came out of the blue:

Him: May I bring up a sensitive topic?

Me: Please do.

Him: OK.  Here it is. I lost my virginity well before I met my wife. However, about three years ago, she took my anal cherry.  I've never breathed a word of it to anyone and I thought it might be cathartic to write about. Just a thought.

Me: ‘Damm straight’ as Brad likes to say!

It is not just that there are so many different types of virginity to lose – we have seen on this very blog that not everyone is so fixated on the idea of virginity loss being limited to the penetrative experience. People have written about first loves, first climaxes, first allsorts of everything….but no man has ever written about his first experience of anal sex….with a woman.

For a man who stays home to raise a family whilst his wife goes out to work, this is all the more interesting. Because we could draw all sorts of parallels between the ‘bedroom’ part of their relationship and the rest of their lives together, but for me, the really interesting part of this story is to see just how close a man can get to feeling female.

It is only through the total relinquishing of control, from letting go of the idea of being the ‘giver’ and becoming the so called ‘receiver’ that a man can begin to understand the sexual act from a female point of view….quite literally.

This is fascinating stuff. I applaud this couple for pushing the boundaries and exploring new territory together. It may not be everybody’s cup of tea but I admire their ‘give it a go’ attitude. So if your friends ask you to sit their kids one Saturday night but they don’t actually appear to have left the house…perhaps this will give you some sense of what they might be up to?

Oh, and before I forget, the mysterious link between the Steely Dan blog post titles and ‘Peg?’ To ‘peg’ is the technical term to describe the above act. Don’t ever say I don’t tell you new stuff. (It was news to me as well!)

Brad from Denver. Born 1964.

‘I am not exactly sure what qualifies as losing one's virginity.  I suppose that it's commonly thought to be when one engages in sexual intercourse.  By that definition I lost mine when I was eighteen.  But that's not what I am writing about here. 

I have been married for more than ten years and was dating my wife for four years before then.  I took her virginity (if that is the right way to put it) three years before we were married, when we were each in our mid-twenties.  But that's not what I am writing about here either.

I am instead writing about an experience that, even as recently as five years ago, I'd never thought I'd have had, and until very recently I'd never thought I'd ever mention to another person, let alone write about.  It was the time, two years back, when my wife and I engaged in anal sex, with me as the receiver.

I had, what in hindsight were awkward, even comical, sexual experiences, in my teens.  By the time I met my future wife, Lynette, I was a bit more experienced but still barely more than a rookie, although I didn't realize it at the time.  Lynette, however, WAS a rookie.   So by comparison, I fancied myself a real Don Juan.  And I was in love with her.  Still am.   So I pursued her, relentlessly.  She finally gave in and we made love. 

I will never forget the look on her face - a mixture of love, fear, helplessness and shame - when I penetrated her for the first time.  She was a bit traumatized and confused but in the end very proud and pleased.

We were soon married and our relationship was very satisfying.  Lynette began to overcome all the inhibitions that had been drilled into her all those years.  On other fronts, her career as a banker was flourishing while mine was just going OK.  We decided it was time to start a family, and were very lucky. She got pregnant quickly.  She had planned to take time off work for a while but shortly before she realized she was pregnant she got an incredible promotion at work. 

The baby arrived and she took her maternity leave.  Then came crunch time.  Her job was paying too well to turn away from it.  So she went back and after a series of false starts I started to work part-time.

That set into motion a series of events that led us to where we are now.  We have two kids, Lynette works, and I stay home full time.  It's been a hard adjustment for both of us, although I complain louder and longer.  Even today, when the world has become so much more progressive and accepting of alternative lifestyles, being a househusband has, let us say, it’s down moments.  These changes have carried out into other areas too.  Lynette became much more confident and assertive, especially at work.  Her world expanded as mine contracted. 

Physically, we have not changed (except for getting older - drat).  But on the inside, and how we relate, especially to each other, we have changed.  To take one illustration, I've gone from thinking myself as a fulltime worker who happens to be in a part-time job, to a part-time worker with primary duties at home, to full-time dad with plans to return to the labor force, to househusband and corporate spouse with no plans to work again.

Things changed in bed too.  Lynette became more assertive, not in an S&M way or anything, but rather more willing to experiment and, quite frankly, more willing to have a good time. 

Part of that I chalk up to her maturing and shedding past bad lessons and part of it to her outward-directed life.  Years ago she would giggle or cringe at an attempt to give her oral sex.  Now she loves it and is quite appreciative of a good effort.   

So, two years ago, while we were in bed, she first brought up the idea of anal. I was, to put it mildly, petrified.  Visions of ‘being gay’ ran through my head.  She assured me I wasn't but I tried to let the topic die.  She wouldn't.  She brought it up again and eventually we made a date to go to a sex-toy store, just to look.

We went, we looked, and I was astounded as to how many toys and videos there were about woman-on-man anal.  Lynette was amazed too.  We both laughed and I found myself going along with things, retreating from a ‘no way’ attitude to one in which I was saying, ‘but that's way too big.’  Eventually we settled for a harness with a dildo on the small side but still long and wide enough to do its damage.  The salesman nonchalantly rang up the sale.

That night I was about as nervous as I'd ever been.  Lynette had made over the bedroom.  Lots of candles, burning incense, everything.  We took our clothes off and kissed. There was no turning back.  She looked at me. 

‘Ready?’  

‘Yeah.  I can't believe we're doing this.’

I went over to the bed and lay down.  She went over to a closet, out of my view, and finally reappeared, fully harnessed.  I must have gasped.  The sight of that missile protruding from her, and meant for me, brought everything home.  This was real.  I was about to get fucked. 

She smiled, sensing my apprehension.  ‘Don't worry,’ she said, ‘there's' nothing to be afraid of.’  She lay on top of me, pushed the tip of the dildo to my face and asked me to lube it up.  I did, thoroughly.  We'd talked about this moment and I remembered the rules.  Be calm.  Resist the urge to tighten up.  It will fit fine.  

‘OK,’ she said, ‘all ready.’ 

On my back, I spread my legs as wide apart as I could and lifted my bottom up.  She looked at me and the next thing I felt was a plastic, sticky object rubbing up against my inner thigh and balls.  In hindsight, this was funny:  Lynette was a total amateur with the harness and dildo.  But at the time I tensed up.  ‘It's never gonna work if you're so uptight,’ she said, ‘just relax.’ 

I tried to.  She guided the head with her hand and the next thing I felt was the tip touching my anus.  Then, slowly, it began to enter.  I tensed up and felt horrible.  She withdrew, quietly applied a bit more lube, and returned it to just outside my anus. 

‘Try again,’ she said, ‘trust me.’ 

I did.  I put my arms back and the pushing returned but this time I did not resist.  Slowly, slowly, the dildo pressed in and then all of a sudden it just slid forward.  

I moaned and gasped, ‘Ohmygod.’   

‘Mmmm,’ she said, ‘Here's some more.’ 

With that, she pushed in even further.  Another ‘Ohmygod’ from me.  Then the thrusting began.  ‘Keep with me,’ she said.  I did, mimicking what she'd done for me hundreds of times before - bucking my hips in rhythm to meet her thrusts.  I couldn't believe it.

Then she slowed down, stopped bucking and began to maneuver the dildo deeper inside me.  She hit the spot after a while and then I rolled my eyes.  Ecstasy.  Ready to come.  But she moved away. 

‘Now,’ I said, ‘do that again. 

She did, but moved again, and repeated this several times.  I got the picture.  No demands from now on.  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she hit the magic spot and stayed there. 

‘Blast off,’ she yelled, and that's exactly what I did. 

It was a mind-blowing orgasm, the likes of which I'd never experienced before.  I was joyful and ashamed at the same time.  But she wasn't done yet.  Back to bucking.  This time with greater force.  Then slowing down.  Then back to the magic spot, but this time she didn't tease.  I came again.  Then she starting bucking again.  I was totally drained, and yet I did my best to keep up with her.  Her moves were smooth and not too fast.  I met them again.  What an odd sensation.  It was so impersonal.  It was as though my private parts were just there to be used by her.  She lay atop me, eyes half glazed, staring into space or at the wall or something, but not at me.  After some time, she again stopped, looked down, kissed me, and put her head on my shoulder.  Unbelievably, I felt the shaft probe for my spot again.  It hit it and just like that I came, though not nearly as much as before.  Lynette lifted her head up and looked at me. 

‘You're quite the stud, old man.’ 

In truth I felt like anything but a stud.  I was lying on my back in a daze, with semen all over me, dripping onto the sheets, lubricant dribbling out of my anus, and feeling battered.  Both reflexively and with a sense of self-preservation, I proceeded to give her oral sex.  It was a relief to be back in a more typical situation, one that probably lasted longer than the screwing I had just received.  I was shocked when she put the harness back on. 

‘Oh no,’ I said, or something like it. 

‘Just once more,’ she replied. 

I assumed the position, but she asked me to turn over and get on my knees.  We were going to do it doggie-style.  I acquiesced, and quickly felt her hands holding my butt and then the dildo pressing up against its target.  It zoomed in, I gasped, and then it began probing.  Again.  And again.  Finally, it hit the spot, I moaned, got hard and came.  Mercifully, she withdrew and we lay next to each other and cuddled.  It was over.

We said nothing for a while, just holding each other tightly.  Lynette hadn't removed the harness, so the dildo was still on her, pressed up against my stomach, a silent reminder of all that had just happened.  And what had just happened? 

The physical act had been one thing, and a weird one at that.  But the psychological effects were just beginning to waft in.  I'd just come about as close as I ever will to experiencing what Lynette had experienced the first time I had screwed her.  This was not like my first experience all those years ago, from which I took away feelings of power and exhilaration.  To the contrary, this mostly involved powerlessness - being pursued, penetrated, and under the control of another person. 

All my life I had been the penetrator and even when the woman was aggressive, there was no doubt as to who was doing what to whom.  But now, as the one being penetrated, I was on the other side.  She'd gotten me to give it up.  Four times.  She'd probed, thrusted, and done any manner of other things, all of her own urging and without regard to what I wanted.  She had been cool, under control, self-assured, while I'd been emotional, afraid, out of control.  And yet, I'd experienced great orgasms, real rock 'em, sock 'em ones.  My mind had reeled at the experience; and my body had enjoyed almost every second of it.  Even the pain (and there was pain) was rewarded in the end by pleasure. 

I told her all these things.  She hugged me all the harder and explained how it had been great for her.  She told me how she loved being in charge for a change and how great it felt to be able to control me, as opposed to usually being under my control.  She said that what really surprised her was how protective she become of me when she realized that I was now vulnerable to her.  (Yeah, I thought sarcastically, you really acted protectively.)  She said that she felt like she'd conquered me but at the same time wanted to make sure that I was OK. 

She also said, mimicking a cornerstone on which patriarchy is based, that she felt surprised at how easily I'd let her do what she was doing and in a way lost some respect for me.  I nodded.  I was surprised by that too and a little angry that that was how she felt.  After all, I'd just done what she wanted me to.

So that was that.  Since then we have added anal to our repertoire, and I must admit that it is enjoyable but I've never shed my ambiguous feelings about it.  Maybe that's part of what makes it so exciting.'

* All names changed.

Comments

[Sophie]

Wow.
Thank you so much for sharing this. It's extremely interesting. The ambiguity of it all, the complexity. Thank you.

[Kate Monro]

I'm glad you appreciate this story, I think its pretty amazing too...

[Sheila]

This story reads like it could be and likely is a piece of erotic fiction.

The tone of the story is that "we are just a normal couple where things gradually shifted until we found ourselves in this odd spot".

A lot of BDSM erotica follows this exact same anatomy.

Being a househusband is still a threatening situation for many men, so I am suspicious of him describing it at length as a prelude to a fairly ordinary bedroom experiment, but one that would be "too much" for a man already dealing with being a househusband.

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[luke]

How did Lynette become so adept at this if this was her first time as well? By this telling, she appears to be experienced at pegging.

[Vickie P.]

Wowee! Love this account from the man's point of view. Love how the role reversal is considered, but it's not the whole point of pegging (at least for me and many women). It doesn't *have* to be about dominance and submission. It's about loving and feeling good -- for both the man and the woman.

[Joseph]

I think your entire take on this experience is a product of both your Catholic upbrining and as a result, the ingrained inhibitions you clearly struggle with. I was really taken aback by this part

"She also said, mimicking a cornerstone on which patriarchy is based, that she felt surprised at how easily I'd let her do what she was doing and in a way lost some respect for me. I nodded. I was surprised by that too and a little angry that that was how she felt. After all, I'd just done what she wanted me to."

Its like you necessarily associate sex with the roles of aggressor and victim. Your entire explanation of your understanding of sex is so littered with shame and guilt and it's shocking. Even the description you offer of taking your wife's virgnity places her as the victim of your penetration where as you, perceiveing her expression of fear, shame and guilt, necessarily see your self as the aggressor.

What is most fucked up to me is that this has become what gets you off. Both of you! Your wife, the vicitm, is so caught up in this role that she is actually repulsed by the fact you, the normal source of her victimization, is capable of exhibiting the weakness she normally associates wiht her own role in bed.

Man you guys have so many issues! Dude, you got fucked in the ass, and it was fucking great, you came 4 fucking times in one session. Its not about you submitting to what SHE wanted, or you being weak, you wanted it. You woulnd't have done it otehrwise. She wanted it. She wants it when you penetrate her. That is empowering, desire, is empowering. You are controlling your own desires. Fuck, you make it sound like everytime you have sex one of you is raping the other. I mean holy shit!!!

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