That evening, she brings up pegging.

After a full day working, Tom once again found himself waiting for his wife to come home. Finally, around the same time she’d come home the day before, he heard the sound of her new motorcycle and soon she was in the door, holding several shopping bags. “Hey,” was all she said at first, and for a moment he was afraid that was all he’d get. He was quite wrong. After setting her things down, she rushed up to him and kissed him, deeply, on the mouth.

They made out while standing up for a few minutes, and soon they were in the bedroom, ripping each other’s clothes off. Their sex was amazing, even better than the night before. This time, even while in her ‘bad girl’ persona, Sarah was amazingly attentive to him. In a mix of pleasure and fleeting pain, she did her best to get him close to cumming, then backing away, making him focus on her a little bit. When he finally came, it was the most amazing release, all over her succulent tits. They lay in bed together after, tired and satisfied. “...what was that for?” Tom finally asked.

Before answering, Sarah gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I felt a little bad about how I’d been so stand offish this morning. Last night, you were my sex toy. Tonight, I was yours.” That was...an amazingly hot way to refer to it, Tom had to admit. Then, she started petting his head, running her hand through his hair in the most soothing way she could. “So, I was thinking...I was at a sex shop earlier, and they had some pretty awesome stuff. I bought a few things, most of them personal...but one of them was a strap on.” Tom froze, and Sarah leaned in to bite his ear lightly then whisper, “How do you feel about pegging?”