Maggie’s Ch. 06 by CrispyIke
Explore the passionate encounters in 'Maggie's Ch. 06,' a captivating gay erotic sex story that delves into desire, intimacy, and the complexities of love. Join Maggie as she navigates her thrilling journey, unveiling steamy moments and emotional connections. Perfect for fans of LGBTQ+ romance. Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/> Author’s Note – This chapter dives fully into m/m sex as the characters continue to push their boundaries and explore their sexuality. If that does not interest you, no hard feelings. Otherwise, enjoy!
Chapter 6: The Interruption (Laura’s Perspective)
My husband is the sexiest man alive. He’s masculine, strong, and supportive while also being kind, thoughtful, and funny. He has a great body and a fantastic mind. I love having sex with him, and I can’t wait until we have children together.
And I’ve come to realize, his absolute hottest moments are when he’s sexually submissive to me and I’m fully in control.
Until the past few months, I had always considered myself to be naturally more submissive in bed. I’ve always enjoyed sex and been open to trying new things, but throughout my earlier relationships and even in my first few years with Chris, I preferred to let my partner take control.
Not anymore.
Ever since Chris and I started to experiment more in our sex life, getting into anal, toys, messy play, even pegging, the desire for me to take control has only grown. Over time, I’ve become the more dominant one in our sex life, and Chris has happily let me take on the role. He loves to please, and he happens to be fantastic at doing so.
In our sessions at Maggie’s, while I still love when I’m the one getting tied and pied and sucked and fucked, I get an extra thrill when I’m the one in control, doing the tying and pieing and sucking and fucking.
Especially the fucking. Wow did I love fucking my husband in the ass. If you had asked me six months ago what I thought about pegging, I would’ve said something like, “sounds weird, not sure what’s enjoyable about it for me, and I doubt my husband would be into it.” But if you asked me now?
“I love pegging my husband. It’s his ultimate sign of devotion to me, that he lets me fuck him in the ass. His body is so hot, doubly so for his tight butt, and he’s especially sexy when he is submitting to me. And I love the feeling of being in control of him, feeling us smacking together and hearing him moan as I pound his sensitive spot.”
No, I was not actually telling my girlfriends that. This was our secret, our kink together, our special sexual bond. Yes we shared that bond with Jac, and now a second friend knew our kinks after our experience with her friend Bre, but that was it. This was not gossip to be shared with girlfriends over mimosas, this was ours to howl together passionately in the night.
Now that we had expanded our sexual circle, a new seed of a fantasy had been planted in my mind. I loved Chris submitting himself to me, taking my faux phallus in his ass willingly, allowing me or Jac to snowball his own cum into his mouth and having him swallow it. It was the next step in his submissive journey though that I was beginning to crave. The thought of Chris submitting to me by allowing himself to be fucked by another man…holy shit would that be hot.
I couldn’t get it out of my head. I imagined convincing my husband it was ok, how hot it would be to watch him suck a dick, to push his head down until his mouth enveloped the spongy helmet. My moistness grew as I could see myself preparing his ass for assault, using tongue and fingers to lube him up and ream him out as 8 inches of hot sausage stood waiting to take my place. Working it into his humid depths, hearing my hot husband moan as I guided the meaty invader past his inner ring to full penetration. I could just imagine…
“Damn, babe! You could’ve let me know you were this horny tonight and I would’ve left work early!”
I froze in surprise as Chris’s laugh reached my ears. I hadn’t noticed he’d come in, and here I was caught wet-handed! The guilt began to wash over me, even though I hadn’t done anything, it still felt wrong to be fantasizing about my husband in that way. I glanced up and he must’ve seen the shame in my eyes.
“Hey, babe, there’s nothing wrong with you fantasizing and playing with yourself when I’m not home! I’m just teasing you, you know that.” He sat down on the bed and held my free hand. “You ok? Something wrong?”
I sat up and gave him a sheepish half-smile. “I’m fine babe! You just startled me a bit. I finished up work early and lost track of time and then wandered off into my own fantasies. Did not plan on playing with myself like this and just feel embarrassed.”
Chris gave me a thoughtful look. “You seem more embarrassed than normal for me catching you strumming the base. Anything you want to talk about?”
Chris and I both prioritize communication as a keystone to our marriage. I do my best never to lie to him (aside from birthday gifts, surprises and that sort of thing). But with the potential impact that sharing this fantasy could have on our relationship, whatever came next, I was extremely tempted to lie. Keep this to myself, and enjoy the fun times we were already having with our expanded boundaries. That would be safer.
But, I love my husband, and want to be honest with him all of the time, no matter how embarrassing. So I took a deep breath, and began to share.
I told him about how much I was enjoying the dominant role, which he knew, and how pushing our boundaries and increasing role play was expanding my fantasy interests. I confessed how much I was getting off on him submitting to me anally, and loving the power trip that came with pegging his hot ass. And then I admitted the big one – that I was fantasizing about pushing him to be submissive to another man.
“I want to be clear, it’s not that I want you to be gay or bi or anything you’re not.” I made sure to choose my words carefully as I explained myself. “What turns me on is the idea of you being so submissive to me that you’d be willing to do it when I push you to.” I paused. “Aaaand it would be really hot to see a real flesh and blood cock forcing its way between those cute buns.”
Looking at my husband as I finished my monologue, I could see him considering his response. I knew this was a lot to handle, so I held my tongue and let him think. He didn’t appear upset, just thoughtful, which was a win already in my book. Eventually, he gave me a half smile and shrugged his shoulders.
“If you had told me this six months ago, I would’ve definitely thought you were fucking with me.” He chuckled. “Our lives sure have changed over the past six months. And I mean that in a fun and crazy way!”
Clearly that wasn’t an answer, so I waited for him to continue. “Honestly babe, I’m not sure what to think. I love you with all my heart, and I love making you happy and fulfilling your fantasies. And I’d be lying if I said I’ve never considered what it would be like to fool around with a guy. But that’s a big, weird step to take that I’m not sure I’m ready for.”
He looked at me apologetically. “Does that make sense? Sorry, I don’t want to disappoint you, but I can’t lie and say I would just be ok with it. At minimum I need time to think about that, and I’m not sure what else exactly would make me feel more comfortable.”