Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Screwed Either Way ❯ Screwed Either Way ( Chapter 1 )

A/N - this story was originally written for LJ's strap_it_on community. If you are not comfortable with descriptions of strap-on sex, then you should not read.

 

Screwed Either Way

 

“Uh, honey? W-what are you doing?” Don asked, his voice quivering slightly with sudden nervousness. He had been reclining rather impatiently on the bed, his rock-hard erection jutting proudly from his loins like a flag pole, waiting for his wife to emerge from the bathroom. Just before entering, she had sensually informed him that she had a `surprise' for him. He rather liked her surprises; usually they involved sexy lingerie that nearly caused him to explode just from the sight of her. That one time she had come out wearing nothing but cuffs, a ball gag, and a blindfold was probably his all-time favorite. But this…this was completely unexpected.

 

His wife was completely naked except for a strap-on dildo, the massive black phallus glistening in what he could only assume was a generous helping of lube. From the predatory look in her eye, there was no doubt as to where she intended to put it.

 

“W-wait a minute, d-dear,” he pleaded, sitting up and backing away until his spine was pressed against the headboard. “We can talk about this.”

 

“Nuh-uh, lover boy,” Sheila replied smoothly, wagging her finger at him. “Remember when you promised you would do anything if I tried anal?”

 

Don sweatdropped. He had said that… “Shit…”

 

“Relax, baby, I'll be gentle,” Sheila said, parroting her husband's words from back then. Her tone was not sarcastic; her husband was a man of his word, and she had rather enjoyed anal sex after the initial discomfort. They had even done it several more times since the first time. But this wasn't really about reciprocity, though the idea of so radically switching roles was not unappealing. No, Sheila had a much more devious scheme in mind.

 

“It's either this,” she declared, motioning to the phallus, “or you invite my mother to stay with us for a week while my dad is away.”

 

At this, Don's face twisted into an absolutely horrified expression. He took several moments to weigh his options, then sighed miserably.

 

“It feels like I'm being fucked up the ass either way.” Slowly, reluctantly, he repositioned himself on the bed until his chest was pressed against the mattress, his rear sticking up into the air towards her. His hands reached back and parted his pale, hairy cheeks, revealing the tight puckered ring of his anus.

 

“But this will be far less painful,” he said, his voice muffled by the covers.

 

Sheila, not particularly aroused by the sight, nevertheless felt an unfamiliar thrill course through her. Pausing a moment to add some extra lube to the phallus, she moved in to claim her prize.