A New Perspective Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – A New Perspective Ch. 02 by mgrif024,mgrif024
Leslie and I didn’t speak much over breakfast. I was pensive and couldn’t tell what Leslie was thinking. We were both in a fog of fatigue from lack of sleep. I didn’t want to further mess up things that were still raw for both of us.

She was far more understanding than I expected, or deserved. And, while it’s possible that I didn’t cause too much damage, my actions were inexcusable. Because I might have.

I got up and grabbed the coffee pot and brought it over to her, asking, “More coffee?”

She nodded.

I topped off her cup as she got up to go to the den letting me know she didn’t want to engage. I returned to the kitchen and cleaned up the breakfast dishes, giving me some time to think.

I was scared, and could only imagine Leslie’s range of thoughts and emotions. I was angry with myself and sick to my stomach to consider some of those possibilities.

And now this? Is it what she wants? If she’s doing this for us, but her heart isn’t in it, will she look back on it with regret? I didn’t want to lose the emotional or physical intimacy we have.

While I thought she could forgive me, the path we’re on now might be a constant reminder of last night. Then again, do we ever really forget such things?

“Let’s go,” Leslie said as she grabbed the car keys.

“I thought we were going to shop online,” I replied.

“Chris, I don’t know the first thing about harnesses. I don’t know what works, what’s comfortable, or even what will hold the dildo. I need help and so we’re going to go to a store that can help.”

I could hear the fatigue in her voice, along with some resignation, but her logic was on point and perhaps the time spent together shopping for “pegging supplies” would help gauge where I was with her and how far down this path we should go.

We arrived at the store and were greeted with a friendly hello from the girl behind the checkout counter as we walked in. “Anything I can help you find?”, she asked.

Leslie replied, “Yeah. We need some help picking out a harness, though mind if we look around for a bit first?”

“Of course! Just waive me down when you’re ready.”

Leslie and I wandered first into the lingerie section with racks of wispy baby dolls, teddies, g-strings, and the like. The lingerie here wasn’t made for comfort, much less for sleeping in. But, there were a few that I happily imagined seeing Leslie in. My cock stirred at the thought.

While most of the selections were too “slutty” or cheap looking for Leslie, she lingered around a soft blue satin baby doll with matching bikini panty, perhaps the only ensemble in the store that didn’t look uncomfortable. I told her I liked it and how beautiful she’d look in it.

She didn’t reply as she looked at the price and sizes.

We continued to the toy section and stopped to look at the dildos. The porn industry has clearly created an appetite for the supersized because there were very few dildos on display that resembled an average guy. Of course, if a dildo is for play, why not get something fantastical?

Even so, some of the toys were comically sized, causing us both to chuckle. “Who could possibly take this?” I asked her, pointing to an elephantine-sized phallus that was probably a foot long and thicker than a beer can.

While there was a wide variety of shapes, sizes, and colors, I couldn’t help but notice one in particular – both longer and thicker than the one we already have at home. While it was big, it was within the realm of reality. But it was a cock similar to what I imagined in my private fantasies. The dildo was very realistic-looking with a dark chocolate brown shaft and a milk chocolate-colored head.

I wanted it. But, I also didn’t want Leslie to note my interest so I moved on.

Shortly thereafter, Leslie called over the salesperson so we could look at harnesses.

She took us to the section where they were on display, introduced herself as Sarah, and asked a couple of questions.

“So, do you have any existing toys you want to use with it? There are a couple of different systems?”

Leslie replied, “Well, I have one he got me years ago, but Chris also particularly liked one you have over there so let’s make sure it can fit that one since this is for him.”

My cheeks immediately flushed.

Sarah said, “Great! Can you show me which one?”

We went back and grabbed the dildo and Sarah commented, “Yeah, this is a nice one. It’s really popular. It’s a nice size and shape for anal play but it’s also pretty big for beginners.”

She turned to me and asked, “Have you done any anal play before or will this be the first time?”

Even though I had used Leslie’s dildo before during solo play, I thought it better to not go down that path to avoid an embarrassing discussion, so I just replied, “My first time.”

Sarah replied without a hint of judgment or care, “ok, so we should also look at anal plugs to help you get used to having something back there. Those are over here and they’ll definitely make things easier. It’s amazing what the butt can take, but it takes a bit of training if you will. Most people start with big aspirations but give up because things hurt. And, there’s no reason even a large cock like this one should hurt if you’ve prepared properly. So, a plug is on the must-have list. And, they’re not expensive at all.”

With that, Sarah showed us a variety of butt plugs, again ranging in size from small to ‘Are you kidding me?’ We settled on a package of three: small, medium, and large.

Sarah then commented, “You’ll also need lube unless you have some already. The rule of thumb is there’s no such thing as too much lube. A little time spent prepping and you should feel no pain whatsoever!”

After picking out a harness, Sarah then asked, “So, will that be it?”

“One more thing,” said Leslie, pointing back to the lingerie section. “Can you tell me how the baby dolls are sized?”

“Which one are you looking at?”, asked Sarah.

“The soft blue satin one”, replied Leslie.

“You look like a medium to me”, said Sarah.

“For him,” said Leslie as she pointed at me.

My cheeks flushed again with embarrassment.

Leslie continued, “I think all of his panties are size seven, but I’m not sure how the top will fit. He’s not big for a guy, but still, what do you think?”

Sarah again didn’t bat an eye and replied “Well, I’m guessing he’s a large, but there’s a dressing room over here. Turning to me, she said, “You should try it on.”

Leslie turned to me and held up the babydoll on the hangar to eyeball it and then handed it to me and said, “I think she’s right about large. Go try it on. I want to make sure it fits well.”

Not seeing an out from the embarrassment of the situation, I took the ensemble and headed off to the changing room. While I was on my way, Sarah said to me, “Please try on the panties over your underwear. Thanks! And, I can get you a different size if this one doesn’t fit as well as you’d like.”

I stripped down to my undershirt and panties and pulled the baby doll over my head. It had thin spaghetti shoulder straps which felt strange, but it fit well enough as far as I could tell. The smooth satin felt good, even though I was wearing it over a shirt.

I then slipped on the matching bikini bottom over the panty I was wearing. These were different than the other panties in my collection as they had a cute bow in front and ruching around the waist and leg openings making them particularly feminine. I was certainly looking forward to wearing them but wondered how Leslie was going to feel about being intimate with me while I was dressed in lingerie.

We hadn’t explored this before. While she is comfortable with me wearing panties, it’s because she because she loves me, not something she encouraged. This was a whole new direction for us. While I liked the idea, I wasn’t sure she’d be happy with the role reversal when it came to it.

I took off the babydoll and dressed back into my street clothes and exited the dressing room quickly, adding “It fits fine.”

We settled up at the cash register with Sarah adding, “Thanks, and come back soon!”

We headed home without much conversation. We were both still tired from the previous night of poor sleep. I assumed that she, like me, was reflecting on the shopping trip and what it was a prelude to. When we arrived home, it seemed like a good time for a short nap and we found our respective sofas to rest a bit before continuing our day.

In the evening, we finished dinner and cleaned up the kitchen. Leslie turned to me and said, “It’ll probably take you a while to get ready. Why don’t you get started and I’ll meet you in the bedroom later.”

“I’m not sure about this. I’m kind of nervous about a few things,” I said, my voice weak with uncertainty.

She looked at me for a moment, choosing her words.

“Chris, it’s clearly what you want and what you’ve been asking for indirectly. And, it’s the path you put us on just last night. I’m not sure about any of this but I’m trying to adapt to give you what you want. It’s way out of my comfort zone but we’re going to try this and I’m going to try to enjoy it. I think I can if we both just accept the role reversal for what it is – play and exploration. Something new to expand our perspective of things.”

“So, go take a shower and get ready,” she said with some fatigue.

I nodded and headed upstairs.

“Remember what Sarah said”, she added. “Let’s have you be clean there for both our sakes. And put on your new baby doll. Maybe you should even wear your pigtails from the party.”

I cleaned myself up and then lubed up the small plug which popped in surprisingly easily.

I pulled on the baby doll, the satin gliding across my skin. I adjusted the shoulder straps, then pulled on the panty and gave myself a look in the mirror, twirling to let the babydoll fly a bit so I could see my panties. I liked it. A lot!

The satin’s slippery sensuousness induced tingling across my skin. Combined with the plug pleasantly stretching me, and the taboo nature of the gender reversal, I was already starting to leak my arousal into my panties, even though I wasn’t currently erect. To avoid too large of a wet spot so early in the night, I wiped the clear bead off and brought it to my lips. No sense wasting the delicious nectar I thought.

I then swapped the small plug for the medium one. It was noticeably larger but went in easily enough with more lube and just a bit of coaxing. I moved it in and out a few times to enjoy the stretch and prepare myself for the much wider dildo. I then took a few deep breaths to shake off my nervous energy, put on my pigtails, and peeked around the door into our bedroom. Leslie was on the bed reading, still fully dressed in her jeans and shirt.

I stayed behind the door, but she put down her book and patted the bed for me to join her there. I entered quickly but crawled under the blanket to cover myself from her gaze and to warm myself as my nervousness had me shivering.

Leslie rolled to her side and propped her head on her arm to look at me. Caressing my cheek with her other hand, she asked, “All good?”

I gave a weak nod. Leslie rolled closer to kiss me lovingly. She then started to pull the blanket down to uncover me and to lightly run her fingers across my satin-covered torso, her gentle touch again inducing a shiver.

I think Leslie understood my reservations and wanted my inhibitions weakened from arousal so she let her fingers traverse slowly down my body to then slide into my panties to caress my cock which rapidly rose from the attention. It was only a few minutes before my breathing became uneven and I had a generous wet spot on my panty.

Having easily and quickly taken me up that hill, she got up and stood next to the bed to look at me intently, again caressing my cheek. I could easily see the outline of her cock protruding proudly under her pants. She then traced the outline seductively with her finger which she then brought to my mouth and dipped between my lips to have me suck on it. Pointing to the floor in front of her, she nodded. It was clear what I was to do.

I moved off the bed to kneel before her. But, I wasn’t getting ready to breathe in her intoxicating fragrance and make oral love to her. This was to be submission to her cock.

I could see the ridge of the crown forming the head through her pants. I caressed it, with a frisson of excitement and trepidation.

I undid her belt, and after fumbling with the button, slowly lowered her zipper, and pulled her jeans down enough to release her cock, reminding me of my indiscretion in the dark room just the night before. Now freed, it stared at me proudly and dominantly. It was beautiful. It was also intimidating to be face-to-face with it.

I looked up at Leslie and she nodded and softly said “Go ahead. I know you want to.”

It is what I wanted but I had all kinds of reservations about sucking this cock in front of my wife. In my solo time, I wouldn’t hesitate, but I wondered how Leslie would react as she saw her husband’s desire land proficiency. So, I just lightly stroked it as I looked her in the eye to try to process how I should proceed.

Leslie sensed my hesitation and responded by grabbing her cock with one hand and placing her other on the back of my head to guide the cock to my lips.

“Open.”

I still hesitated, so she added, “It’s ok Chris. We both want you to. No judgment.”

With that, I took the head of the cock into my mouth and began to slowly slide my lips over the tip before retreating. I took it in again, this time going a bit deeper, my lips fully covering the crown, and pulled off to look at Leslie. She nodded her encouragement so I again received the cock and began to slowly suck it up and down, taking it progressively deeper with each advance. This dildo was both longer and thicker than her other one and so it took a bit to get used to it.

I took it out of my mouth to wet my lips and then resumed sucking gently, my arousal growing from the simulation of fellatio on a tumescent cock. I could feel Leslie’s hand on the back of my head beginning to pull me onto her cock. Now traversing roughly half of the shaft, Leslie started to lightly thrust, and we found a gentle rhythm.

Leslie then pushed her cock with a bit more assertiveness, bringing the mushroom head to the entrance of my throat. I held it there trying to get used to its presence, gagging only slightly and then withdrew a bit to reset.

But Leslie did not relent and pushed again. I surprised her this time by grabbing her hips to pull us together with determination. I pushed past the resistance and forced her cock into my throat, the remaining inches of shaft disappearing until her balls hit my chin. I had successfully deep-throated the dominant cock.

I held it there for a brief moment. Unable to breathe with my airway completely blocked and starting to gag, I pulled off to catch my breath and cough a bit. I looked up at Leslie who looked back with eyes wide in disbelief and shock on her face.

“You’ve done this before.”

I nodded. “On your other dildo. I wanted to see what it was like.”

I left out telling her how it took a lot of practice, but that was self-evident at this point.

Leslie responded by grabbing my pigtails and assertively thrusting her cock into my throat a few more times. Not hard and fast, but slow and deep. She did not know that my anonymous partner had done the very same thing using them like reins. Unlike last night when I pushed back against the invasion, I accepted it this time, secretly enjoying my loss of control.

We had settled into our respective roles, her dominant, me submissive.

Leslie withdrew her cock, brushed my cheek, and said, “I can now see how much you like it. I’m sorry it’s not real.” She continued looking at me lovingly, and then smiled a bit wickedly and added, “For both of us.” she added lightheartedly.

I could only sheepishly nod.

She put the cock back onto my lips and entered again, thrusting her hips gently a few more times as I fellated her. She then removed the cock from my mouth and pulled her pants off the rest of the way and helped me up to lay on the bed.

Leslie laid on top of me to kiss me and then made her way down my body, aided by the slippery satin of my babydoll, until she got to my very erect cock poking out of my panties.

She lovingly kissed the tip which had a copious volume of pre-ejaculate running down the head. Like the satin on my body, the nectar provided a slippery aid to her tongue swirling around my cock head which she then sucked in deeply, her lips gliding smoothly along my shaft as she slowly traversed its length.

She then stood up and removed her shirt to stand in front of me in only her harness, the cock protruding proudly. “Roll over”, she instructed.

She pushed my panty to the side to remove the plug. I was so completely involved in sucking her cock that I had nearly forgotten about it.

Leslie then laid on top of me, her breasts sliding easily along my satin babydoll as our bodies met.

I could feel her cock gliding between my cheeks as she slid forward to kiss my ear and whispered, “Now I am going to fuck you.”

She had me kneel, bent over the side of the bed while she stood as I watched her apply ample lube to her cock, briefly stroking it as if she were masturbating.

She then pulled my panties down to my knees as I was bent over the bed. I was in this most submissive position, vulnerable and exposed as I felt her place the tip of her cock at my entrance and waited.

With a gentle push, the head of her cock slipped in.

“All ok?”

I nodded yes but added, “Give me a sec.” The cock head was noticeably larger than the plug and I needed a moment to adjust.

She pushed a little more, but met some resistance and again stopped to hold it there to help me grow accustomed to its presence. After a few moments, I was able to relax, and she pushed again. This time, the resistance gave way and her cock just smoothly glided in.

I was surprised that what little pain there was I perceived as pleasurable. I had been able to receive her large cock quite easily and comfortably just as Sarah from the store had suggested.

Leslie was balls deep as she laid on top of me.

She leaned in next to my ear and asked, “Still ok?”

I quietly replied, “Yeah.”

“How does it feel?”, she questioned.

“Different.”

“Good.”

“Full”, I whispered back to her.

It wasn’t painful, but it was still pretty intense so I didn’t have much to say as I focused on what I was feeling and experiencing.

And with that, Leslie started to move her hips up and down to fuck me.

She started slowly, drawing her cock in and out of me gently.

After a few moments, Leslie increased the speed and depth of her thrusting. The feeling remained intense, but I grew more accustomed to it and began to enjoy being penetrated.

I had always wanted to try anal sex with Leslie. It was unexplored territory and taboo. For my part, I was pretty sure it would feel awesome. But she never let me have that experience as she believed it would hurt. Of course, she was right when she noted the other ways to enjoy our intimacy that would be pleasurable to both of us.

I was gaining a new and different perspective. The previous night, I discovered that pleasuring a cock, to bring it to climax and receive semen as a reward was as enjoyable as having my own pleasured.

Similarly, I was discovering that the feminine role of being penetrated, submitting to the cock, and the thrusts and urges of its owner was also pleasurable.

I thought about Leslie. When we make love, I have an involuntary and animalistic need to thrust my cock hard to deposit my semen as deeply in her as possible. I wished she had a real cock so she could fully experience the pleasure of being inside me through climax and release.

And, I began to wonder if a real cock would feel better, or just different to me.

Leslie continued her thrusting and I hoped she might be enjoying the pressure on her clitoris. But I could also tell she was beginning to tire. She pulled out to rest a bit and told me to turn over to lay on my back so she could enter me in a missionary position.

I stood up, removed my panties from around my knees and laid on the bed on my back, again assuming the feminine role of the two of us, bending my knees to give her full access to bury her cock in me. She then made love to me.

I could feel a tingle growing, and though quite pleasant, it wouldn’t lead to my climax. I’ve read about prostate orgasms, where men who have had their prostate stimulated enough would reach a type of whole-body climax leaving their body shaking and their prostate empty. I would love to have such an experience.

My own cock was leaking profusely, but not erect. Leslie stopped briefly to retrieve some of the liquid which she then rubbed on my lips like a gloss, smiling as she did it. She leaned in and we shared another kiss, our lips slick with the product of my arousal.

Leslie, tired from thrusting, stood up and removed the cock from her harness. She then knelt between my legs, and pushed the cock back into me, thrusting it manually a few times as she moved up to start fellating me. I was not erect as she took me in, but grew rapidly as the sensation of my cock being lovingly caressed in her warm mouth was intensified with the physical stimulation on my prostate and the psychological thrill of being fucked.

While I hadn’t been moving toward climax before, my arousal now escalated rapidly. Leslie pulled away just as I released as she sensed me peaking and doesn’t like semen in her mouth. But, the strength of my ejaculation was enough to hit my chin with the initial release. The subsequent contractions leaving multiple streaks of semen across my satin covered torso.

“Oh so close!” Leslie chuckled as she came back up to give me a gentle kiss.

She then asked, “So?”

My orgasm had been intense and I was still breathing hard so I couldn’t muster an answer. Knowing my kinky appetite for semen evaporates after climax, she stayed in role and took the ejaculate dripping from my chin and rubbed it across my lips, and restated with a smile, “How was it?”

I licked my lips and exhaled loudly, still recovering from the crescendo.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said as she scooped up more of the semen on her finger and placed it between my lips saying, “In you go.” I received it willingly.

“That was more fun than I expected,” she said with a smile.

She picked up the dildo and waived it at me. “There is power in a cock. It seems mine has taken all of yours!” she laughed as she got up to go get ready for bed.