Pegging: The Hangover Cure

Need a cure for a hangover - try pegging!
Need a cure for a hangover – try pegging!

We’ve each got our own hangover cure. For one of those horrible, deep down in your bones hangovers, the cure for me lies in cleaning things out. So that means showering, visiting the commode, and cumming.

I woke up Sunday morning feeling the lack of sleep and the alcoholic over indulgence. I felt like scum.

My bowels forced me up. I got to the toilet and well… I won’t go into it but some time later I staggered into the shower and cleaned my outsides as well. After some coffee, food and a glass of cold water I lay down on the sofa. My wife came and smiled at me, asking if I’d still like to get pegged.

It seems I’d brought it up the night before and had forgotten. I assessed my state and there was the familiar pressure in my balls that usually seemed more pronounced after heavy drinking.

OK.

My eyes closed and the next thing I was woken up by my wife squirming between me and the back of the couch. With a nothing but a dildo strapped to her.

Her arms slipped up under my shirt and she tweaked my nipples. We both started giggling.

Her arms moved down and she was now squeezing and fondling my cock under my basketball shorts. (I don’t play basketball.) Very quickly, I was hard. I felt the pressure in my balls but also in my prostate. I wanted my wife to fuck me.

With more energy than me, she was bubbly and excited about what we were going to do. She got up and gave me her hand, taking me to the bedroom.

Realizing I shouldn’t let it be all about me, I hugged my wife from behind and undid the straps to the dildo harness.

You don’t want to?

I do. But first, I want to do other stuff.

She smiled. I gently pushed against her back and she leant forward onto the bed. I pushed her a little further so she was now in doggy position, rather than standing. I started kissing her back.

I moved down to her bum. My hands stroked her outer thighs, and then her inner. My kisses narrowed in on her pussy.

For us, doggy is a really great position for oral sex. My wife has a super sensitive clit and can’t take any direct contact. It makes oral sex painful for her – something I couldn’t believe when we first met. Doggy position means as I lick up, it pushes her clit hood down, keeping the clit covered.

I licked her for some time, getting her close. I stopped. I moved up to her asshole and tongued her brown pucker. I moved back and worked her up to orgasm again. Again I stopped. She groaned, frustrated but pleased. After tonguing her ass for a little while, I moved back and she came with my tongue on her clit.

She turned around, smiled dreamily and went down on my cock like a lazy glutton. I’d softened while eating her out but she soon had my attention again.

After some time, during which her finger had found it’s way up my asshole, she asked if I still wanted to get fucked.

Yes, please!

While she strapped the dildo back onto herself, I entertained myself manually, keeping my erection. Once she was lubed up and ready, she got between my legs, pulled my hand away and took over with on of hers. The other hand was guiding the dildo into my ass.

We navigated initial penetration with a lot of to-and-fro, yes and no, stop and go then she was in.

She didn’t move for a moment, just holding still but stroking my cock with the hand she still held me with.

Slowly at first, she started fucking me. Tentatively. Testing her movements. She smiled and giggled as composure left me and I started moaning in pleasure. I was delirious.

I was on my back, knees pushed back with the dildo that was strapped to my wife’s hips pushing repeatedly up my ass.

She was pegging me something like this.
She was pegging me something like this.

With a hangover, I have a prostate deep sense of my balls being full and in need of release. Being fucked in the ass by my wife with the dildo pushing against my prostate with each thrust, I was experiencing a buildup I’d rarely felt before.

As I neared the end, my wife’s attention focused on me, ready to pull out of my ass before my orgasm took hold. (I don’t like cumming with a dildo up my ass.)

Her hips were pushing into me, the dildo stroking deeply, her hand up and down, her grip squeezing over the head of my cock.

The first shot of cum disappeared, the second landed beside my nipple and the rest pooled on my belly. I lay back, catatonic.

I love that our rare forays into pegging are so spectacular, perhaps because they are so infrequent.

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