​ 
 
 Pegged
 
 
 
A Short Story
 
 
 
Savvy Rose
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Justin and I have been married for eight years. We married young, and it was fast and furious.
Our relationship was a bit... different.

I wouldn’t say we we’re in an ‘open marriage’. 
I wasn’t incapable of love, I just needed a little fun…and were just above all that restrictive bullshit.
 You can't force someone to love you, and we trusted each other enough to make that choice each and every day.

 
My family would describe me as an empath who loved seashells and stingrays. 

But, there were a few things my loving family didn't know about me.

Three summers ago, I scuba dived in Puerto Rico with some massive Manta Rays. It could only be described as an out of body experience, suspended in the blue abyss amongst monsters. My best friend tagged along.
Funny enough, that scuba trip was the weekend I realized I desired women just as much as I desired men. For two very different reasons. 
​I spent that night my blonde barbie bestie under the stars on the roof of her R.V. The love we made was intimate.
Slow, soft and tender. Careful and purposeful.

 
 
 
 
 
****
 
 
Justin was mine.
 
Growing up as the ‘dark skin girl’ at FHS didn’t get me very far. The blonde-haired Becky’s were always picked first, from dodgeball all the way to prom.
And Justin?  Justin was a tall blonde drink of water, and I was a thirsty girl.
 
He loved me for everything I was, and everything I wasn’t. I liked to listen to his crazy ideas when he was stoned.
 
We pledged our hearts to one another before our family and friends got our happy ending.
 
Only, that’s not how life works. The journey continued each day, and we tried to be patient, respectful.
We loved each other carefully, the only way two souls who recognized one another could.
 
When you’ve been married for as long as we have, things start to become… routine. And as the old saying goes: ‘you have to keep the magic alive’. 
So, we explored the swinger’s lifestyle, but ultimately chickened out.
More so because of Justin, not me. 
I can remember thinking- he isn’t comfortable enough.
 
 The word ‘swinger’ didn’t make sense to him. I tried explaining how it’s polyamorous adjacent — two consenting couples agreeing to have sex with each other. We would collectively agree and create rules before-hand.
I won’t lie- I wanted to feel a woman’s soft lips on my lips again.
 
Initially, it was my idea and he resisted.
 
But now suddenly, he was bringing it up again and wouldn’t let it go.
 
What I mean by couldn’t let it go isn’t what you’re thinking. Most dudes would be all over that, right. 
 
Well, not my dude.
 
He couldn’t believe I would even consider having sex with someone else. 
 
Marriage meant a lot to Justin. His late mother’s only hope for her only son.
 
 But that’s the thing — Justin knew me, he chose me.  
A bisexual woman, human rights activist, and horrified by any insect with more than six legs. Oddly, we met at a women’s rights rally. Only, he wasn’t there for the rally — rather the ‘killer corn dogs’ the food truck had nearby.
 
I picked on Justin about his taste in foods. Surfing his days away and living off barbecues and sandwich shops.
 
I’d like to think of him as extremely laid back; but he’s just lazy.
 
And I’m okay with that.
 
I run a small Etsy shop that sells jewelry. I also have a boutique on the strip in Miami, and I do very well there.
 
 Justin surfs.
 
We turned his parents’ run-down beach cabin into an oasis, and life was good.
 
Boring, but good.
 
The only thing, or person I should say, that changed everything for us, was Maxwell. 
 
The day I met Max I knew my husband liked him.
 
I don’t mean, ‘Oh yeah- he totally wants to suck this guy’s dick,’ kind of thing. I just saw a blossoming friendship, a strong connection through things in common.
 
They bonded over surfing, Max less so than Justin. Justin offered Max some pointers.
 
Max was married as well, no kids.
 
Just like us.
 
Justin met Maxwell at the smoothie stand Max owned. The two shared conversations over frozen drinks before Justin’s first run of the early morning. Soon, they were texting every day.
 
 Max was attractive, with dark hair and green eyes.
 
They both shared the tall, athletic beach-dude vibe.
 
Eva, Max’s wife, was adorable. 
 
In my wilder days, I slept with women just like Eva. Petite, yet curvy and freckled.
 
Quiet and polite, Eva pulled me into a hug as soon as we met.
 
“It’s so nice to meet you!” she squealed, and I noticed the sweet coconut smell of her sandy blonde hair.
Her soft voice took me back to a woman’s soft touch.
My belly filled with butterflies as her fingers interlaced with mine.
 
**** 
 
Late one evening, waves crashed outside our window and the smell of ribs from the oven lingered in the kitchen. 
Justin looked at me and asked me what the kinkiest thing I’d ever done was.
 
“A girl once asked me to suck her toes. That was weird.” I laughed it off, unaware of what would follow.
 
“I want you to peg me,” he said flatly.
 
The thought of fucking my husband’s ass made me feel two ways: one, the image of him relinquishing complete and total control — doing the most vulnerable thing any man could do — thrilled me. Two, ew. 
 
After our ritualistic meal of sapasui (my Tamā’s favorite Samoan dish), I said to Justin, “Did you know you have a clit in your butt?”
 
I giggled.
 
Justin squirmed. “Geez, Shelby. What does that even mean?”
 
“I know it’s random, but I saw it in a show, and I thought it was pretty hilarious. It’s true ya know, it’s the prostate.” I continued munching on my dark chocolate almonds, refusing to let this get weird.
 
I always said random things that I regretted saying later.
 
“And…?” Justin continued rolling the joint in front of him; a small, mirrored tray sprinkled with green leaves and kief. 
 
I used to keep my jewelry on it. Now we use it to roll joints. 
 
Mom would be proud.
 
“Well, if you research it…” I swung my legs up onto the couch, poking my bare toes into his thighs. He leaned back, finishing the rolled paper with a gentle lick along the edge.
 
Settling my feet into his lap, he lit the joint and took a long drag, squinting against the smoke. “How are you this pretty? You have a rare and natural beauty, it’s breathtaking.”
He stroked my cheek and I leaned into it and smiled but scrunched up my nose.
“Thank you, I guess. I always wanted to look like Cinderella.”
He sat back and draped his arm on the back of the couch. His toned abs still obvious in the dim light of the living room.
“Cinderella? Nah, I’ll take Moana or Tiana, any day.”
 
The joint passed between us in silence, and Justin looked at me and said, “I’m going to look into it.”
 
***** 
 
After a night of drinking card games and laughs, Justin and I sent Eva and Max away in an Uber. 
“I like them. The conversation seems to flow well. Between everyone.” I cleared the dishes from the table and stood next to Justin, at the sink and already scrubbing.
“Max is great. I don’t think I’ve had more than a two-sentence conversation with a guy before. The conversations we have.... I don’t. It’s a vibe.”  Half his face scrunched up, as if he didn’t explain it quite right.
It’s a vibe.
Normally, Justin saying something like this was standard. I got a lot of ‘dudes’ and ‘bros’ from him, ‘it’s a vibe’ shouldn’t feel weighted.
But it did.
I ran my hand along his back and stood on my tippy toes, kissing his stubbled cheek.
He turned to me, wrapping one long arm around my waist, and scooped me to him, claiming my mouth. The air left my lungs as I surrendered to the kiss. 
Clawing at each other’s clothes, we made love to each other aggressively under the moonlight.
 
He bit me, I scratched him.
 
He spanked me; I hit back.
 
We discussed safe words and naughty pet names.
 
I decided I wanted to be called princess.
 
The power that word held for me. 
 
It left his lips, and I was liquid.
 
“You like that, princess?” I nodded eagerly, feeling the intensity build up inside me. 
 
I wanted to feel him inside, stretching me and guiding me to my peak.
 
“Yes, I like that,” I said, breathless.
 
 “Are you a naughty princess?” he rasped in my ear, hungry for the conquest between my legs. 
 
 I pushed him up against the wall, taking his mouth into mine, sliding my tongue in and out. I ran my hands up his hard abs, circling under his shirt and over his shoulders.
 
He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall. 
 
We scrambled to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. I tripped a few times; the margaritas singing through my veins.
 
It was a rush. 
 
The socialization, the connection with like-minded people with fresh ideas and perspectives. 
 
Our problems mirrored one another; it made us feel validated — heard.
 
Justin lay on the bed, his six-foot-two body tanned, sprawled and naked.
 
He beckoned me to him. I let my sundress fall, slinking my body onto the bed.
 
 I knelt to his sack and licked, then sucked. I ran my hands up his muscular thighs, to the V above his towering cock.
 
My tongue wrapped around his slick crown, but he took my chin and shook his head. 
 
“Peg me, princess. Fuck me and make me come like I never have before.” He held the black strap-on we picked out together.
 
I eyed the dildo that was positioned on the inside of the harness, and then my husband’s bright expression.
 
My pussy was already wet, sliding together with every movement, the pressure building deep inside my hips.
 
Each time Justin and I fucked, we were careful with one another. We took care of one another.
 
Neither one of us ever left unsatisfied. We built a deep trust for each other through our lovemaking.
 
Getting down from the bed, I slid the harness over my naked thighs. Justin bent his legs, feet flat on the bed. A smile spread across his face.
 
“Fuck me.” He slid his eyes down my naked body to the long black shaft.
 
The lube rested on the nightstand, and I squirted in over the phallus. Bending down, I covered his creased entrance. I flattened my hand and rubbed up and down, reaching for his balls. I gently pulled his balls, stroking up his shaft and back down again.
 
Straddling the bed, I brought the head of my strap to his entrance, pressing in gently. I looked up into his face, pure bliss staring back at me from his blue eyes.
 
Heavy lidded and drunk with the filthy thought of it.
 
I smiled at him and pushed all the way in.
 
He moaned, his head smashing back into the pillow.
 
I eased out slowly. “Oh, yes. Does that feel good inside?”
 
Again, he cried out, and I pushed in and out once more.
 
I slammed in hard. Twice.
 
His cries made my pussy clench, and I fucked his asshole just so I could grind my pussy against his balls.
 
I fucked his dick with my hand and pushed inside him in tempo.
 
In, out, up, down.
 
Working up a sweat, I watched his dick twitch and jerk, squirting and pulsing between us.
 
I kept pumping.
 
 This was what it felt like when we first crossed that line from ‘fooling around’ to ‘full on fucking.’ 
 
It was exhilarating, mysterious territory.
 
The feelings that followed were nothing short of glee and rejuvenation.
 
We both smiled like idiots for the rest of the night.
 
*****
 
The day Justin came home from a long day of surfing, he said he had been thinking.
 
He had talked to Max about marriage and the unreasonable expectation society pushes on us to remain monogamous our entire lives. And being the forward-thinking couple we were, he felt we shouldn’t deprive ourselves of that freedom.
 
At first, I was shocked. But then elated that I had married someone so open-minded.
 
 That’s when he said he wanted to find a couple he trusted.
 
Me being the bisexual one, I felt like this situation was calling me out.
 
This was every bisexual’s dream, right?
 
Should I just say no because we’re married? 
 
Should I see where he’s going with this first? 
 
 “What do you think about it?” I spoke.
 
He rubbed my thigh, instantly delivering goosebumps throughout my body.
 
Muscle memory remembers orgasms…and the memories my vagina had of Justin and his delivery made my entire body tingle.
 
 “I don’t know…” He smiled.
 
 Every time he gives me that smile, the one that lights up his eyes, I become jelly. 
 
My brain, my chest, my legs.
 
My pussy.
 
“I’ll do whatever you want to do.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed. He brushed back my dark hair from my face.
 
“I think I want to. I want to explore this more.” He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. 
 
I smiled. “Okay, babe. Let’s do it.”
 
*****
 
It didn’t surprise me in the least that Max and Eva were the ones Justin ‘trusted.’
 
The four of us had an extremely awkward video chat that ended in an agreement: full swap — same sex.
 
The night they came over, I was shaking.
 
Nervous, excited, wondering if this was going to bring in new possibilities. Or if this was just Justin and I playing with fire.
 
I wouldn’t consider myself a cautious person. I preferred to be spontaneous. Mainly why we don’t have kids.
 
I keep my thoughts positive, something I have practiced hard on and pushed the thought aside.
 
We were still young, and we also didn’t have any children.
 
Fuck it, let’s just have some fun.
 
Nervousness written all over Eva’s face, she said, “I’m glad we connected. I like you…both. Can we agree that this is the start of an interesting friendship?”
 
“Yea,” I said, comforted that she was just as hopeful but scared shitless as I was.
 
I began pouring shots of tequila and mixing ‘sex-on-the-beach-margaritas’ since we only had tequila and not vodka or schnapps.
 
I’m still not sure what made Max ask my husband if this was something he wanted to do, but I didn’t dwell on the details. 
 
I’m sure the conversation opened many doors for them both, but it ate at me. Who opened the door first?
 
It didn’t hurt that I could live out something that I had been deprived of since getting married. Married to a man meant no vagina fun for me.
 
After a taco dinner, which Eva so kindly helped me cook, Max and Justin sat alone on our back patio. The sun setting and the beach, deserted.
 
I brought Eva into the bedroom, eager to chat with her without our men around. 
 
The alcohol made its way through our systems. It was clear by the amount of giggling and touching.
 
Initially, we bumped into one another by accident, alcohol singing in our veins. The second bump was purposeful, and I was grabbing her hand and not letting go.
 
I pulled her closer to me.
 
Her breath smelled like strawberries, and her tongue was bright red.
 
I wanted to feel it inside my mouth.
 
I grasped both sides of her face and kissed her, both of us falling onto my platform bed.
 
It surprised me how hungry I was to feel her mouth on mine. How slick her pussy lips would feel running through my fingers. I wondered if her clit would bulge for me or if it would lay flat like a petal. I would lick it until it bloomed.
 
I shoved my hand inside her loose silk shorts, expertly finding the edge of her panties. Moving it to the side, I stroked my fingertips along her slit. 
 
“Yes,” she said into my ear, and I felt my cunt throb through my tight cut-offs. I wiggled in them until the seam pushed against my clit. The small amount of pressure gave me a fraction of relief.
 
Max’s moaning drowned out our heaving breathing. I peeked out through the shades to the back. Justin’s head was bobbing up and down in Max’s lap.
 
I felt a shiver run through me.
 
I hadn’t thought about the part where I would have to see my husband giving someone else pleasure. Seeing him being pleasured? That turned me on so much.
 
Him giving that to someone else.
 
I looked away from them and back down over Eva. She had ripped off her shorts and underwear and lay before me, spreadeagle. 
 
I kissed down her soft belly, eagerly making my way to her blonde cunt. 
 
“Spread it open,” I said, biting my lip.
 
She reached down and opened her lips with two fingers. Her clit was large and long, and I bent to run my tongue along its length.
 
My tongue slid through her folds and darted in and out of her wet hole. I pulled and sucked her clit, holding it inside and swirling my tongue around the head. She squirmed and squealed, forcing me to grind myself into the mattress, fucking it with my wet cunt.
 
I felt two fingers slide inside my pussy and I gasped, looking back to see Justin. Max stood leaning against the door frame, a grin on his face.
 
“Look at you two. Already going at it, huh? Do you enjoy having a girl suck your pussy, Evy?” He stalked to the bed, dick hard under his board shorts.
 
She nodded, silent.
 
Max knelt on the bed and slapped her pussy. She moaned and bucked.
 
“Are you a bad girl, Eva? I know you like to have your pussy spanked when you’re bad.” She gasped, pussy shining with come. He smacked it again, now glowing red and pulsing.
 
Damn, this couple was freaky. The fire inside of me roared. I felt my nipples pebble under my cami and nearly buckled at the thought of having my pussy spanked.
 
Justin, behind me, whispered, “Do you want to make her come?”
 
I nodded and bent down to return my face to her gleaming cunt.
 
Max was kneeling beside us, cock in hand. He smelled like sweat and coconut oil.
 
He fisted his cock next to Justin’s, Justin already pumping.
 
Eva came in my mouth quietly, but I drove my tongue deep inside of her until she screamed.
 
 “Did she make you come?” Max gritted out, his cock in his hand, pumping slowly.
 
Abruptly, Max grabbed Justin and threw him on the bed. Justin ripped off his shorts and obeyed.
 
Shoving his shorts to the floor, Max grabbed a bottle of lube from the floor and generously lathered his rock-hard cock.
 
Max, flipping Justin onto his belly, mounted him like a lion. He swirled his head around the opening on Justin, gently easing inside.
 
I laid on the bed next to Eva, watching my husband get fucked by a man for the first time. 
 
I was in awe, in shock and utterly electrified.
 
I stared as if I couldn’t pull my eyes away. I felt Eva stroke my arm and watch my face.
 
As Max sank inside of my husband, Justin cried out so loudly, it echoed off our walls.
 
Max pumped in and out again, Justin groaning and fisting pillows.
 
Their bodies rocked together, and I heard Eva whisper to me, “They look so fucking beautiful.”
 
And they did.
 
Tan skin, taught bodies, and masculine edge. Soft skin and coarse hair.
 
 I caught Justin’s sparkling eyes once, but he looked away.
 
As I watched them together, I asked myself how many times had I seen his face contort and stretch that way? Had I ever made his face look that way? Seen the passion erupting like a volcano from spilling his seed. Once, maybe twice? When it was new and thrilling.
 
And that’s exactly what this was.
 
A thrill.
 
It thrilled me to my very core. 
 
But what struck me was his smile when he finished.
 
He beamed as he turned around to Max and gripped his chin firm in his large hands.
 
They shared a tender kiss.
 
A moment that played out in front of me in slow motion.
 
I felt sick to my stomach.
 
I nearly gagged in that wretched moment, but I kept it together and smiled back at them.
 
I had seen too much. A knowledge that you can never ‘un-know.’ I choked back the bile rising in my throat and looked down over Eva’s soft curves and writhing body.
I told myself to get over it. I was acting childish, jealous.
I refused to give in to the negative.
 
Her eyes fixed on my hard nipples, she made tight circles around her puffy clit.
 
My body, betraying my heart, ground down against her slick mound. She jerked her hand away and cried out as I jerked my hips down and against her cunt.
 
I hovered over her, circling my hips against her pussy in heavy strokes.
 
She panted for more, clutching my ass cheeks and pulling me harder against her.
 
Her dainty French-tipped nails digging and scratching at me until I let out a groan.
 
“You like that? The pain?” she panted.
 
I nodded.
 
 My sensitive clit caused my hips to jerk, and she dug her nails in deep, followed by a pinch that pinged through my body. I cried out, I bucked, I came. Hard.
 
My climax flew through me like a hurricane. It was violent. I shook. It was wet and terrifying, exhilarating all at once.
 
The only thing I wanted in the entire world right now was for my husband to make love to me. I wanted him to fill me and press his body completely to mine. I needed to feel his skin, the brush of his fingertips on my lips right before he sinks inside. 
 
Eva’s wriggling beneath me brought me back to reality, looking down over creamy skin and pink center. I wanted to commemorate our friendship with a slippery orgasm. 
 
I wondered if Eva had ever been with a woman before. Something told me the answer was no.
 
It excited me.
 
I hooked my middle and ring fingers and slid them inside her silky walls. I felt the hard spot along her front wall, firm and tensing. I rolled my fingers against it, adding an in and out motion as I pressed. Eva arched her back, her head lolled back against the pillow. She bucked against my fingers and took my other hand to stroke my thumb across her erect clit.
 
It was as if my thumb was the match, and her pert ball of nerves was the gasoline. As I hammered her insides, she jerked and cried out. Her come squirted and sprayed around my hand. We made eye contact, and her face contorted into pleasure.
 
“Don’t stop.” She grabbed my wrist and curled her body in to watch herself soak the bed sheets.
 
That’s when I felt Justin at my back. He was hard and ready. His cock brushed my ass, and I pivoted my body towards his, my pussy aching to be filled.
 
He shoved inside, hard. Hard enough to send me on all fours, my fingers leaving Eva’s-soaked pussy.
 
Eva heaved and shook, her hand replacing mine as soon as it left. I watched as she furiously rubbed her clit, Justin slamming inside me and forcing my eyes to roll back into my head.
 
Eva chased her orgasm until she was bucking against me.
 
Justin shoved me down on top of Eva. Shoving me up towards her head, I felt the head of Max’s cock slide down my pussy and into Eva’s. She cried out again, and all I could concentrate on was each person’s individual moan, weaving together a chorus of pleasures.
 
It was beautiful.
 
It was poetic.
 
I was art.
Our bodies moved together in gentle motion, thrusts and groans. I felt the sweat between Eva and I, making me gasp more.
 
Max bucked and groaned, Justin following behind him, Max’s name leaving his mouth with a growl.
 A heap of panting, sweaty bodies. 
 
My pussy ached, my heart ached, but my body felt resplendent.
 
Everyone moved from the pile slowly, and in their own time. Eva’s eyes were closed, and she looked peaceful.
 
Max left for the bathroom, leaving Justin and I sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed.
 
Justin smiled, but it was a half-smile, not a full one.
 
“That was fun,” was all he said. He reached for me, and I took his hand. 
 
“It was.” I smiled.