Harnessing Desire: Pegging My Husband’s Younger Brother

Dear FemdomU Magazine,

I have been a fan of your magazine for some time now, and the reader letters are my favorite. Last night, I finally had an experience of my own that was worthy of sharing with your magazine. It involves my husband’s younger brother, Richie, and a long-held fantasy of mine that finally came true.

For years, I had fantasized about pegging my husband, but he always refused, dismissing the idea entirely. Despite buying a harness and strap-on, it remained untouched, hidden away in the back of my closet. Then, one day, my husband’s younger brother, Richie, came to stay with us for a couple of weeks while he was in town. There’s a huge age-gap between my husband and his youngest sibling. Physically, Richie is the spitting image of my husband fifteen years ago—physically toned, handsome, and adventurous. But Richie is far more open than my husband never was. Richie is openly bisexual and proudly calls himself a slut.

One night, after everyone had gone to bed, I went downstairs to get a glass of water. As I passed by the living room, I noticed Richie passed out drunk on the couch, completely naked. His body was a sight to behold—muscular, toned, and perfect in every way. But what caught my attention the most was his well-endowed cock, significantly larger than my husband’s. The sight of him lying there, so vulnerable and exposed, awakened something deep within me.

I don’t know what came over me, but I felt an overwhelming surge of repressed sexual energy. I went to the closet where I had stashed the strap-on that I had been denied use of, put it on, and lubed it well. With my heart racing, I positioned myself on the couch and propped Richie’s drunk-ass up so I could enter him. I made a mess with the lube, using far too much, but I was determined.

As I pressed the strap-on into his hole, Richie began to stir awake. He looked back, confused at first, but then a grin spread across his face as he understood what was happening. He gave a little grunt of approval and lifted his ass for better access, giving his body to me completely. I felt a surge of power and control as I took what I wanted from him, feeling the resistance of his tight hole giving way to my relentless thrusts.

With each thrust, Richie woke up more and more, fully getting into it. I varied my speed, sometimes slow and deliberate, other times fast and hard. Richie moaned and pushed back against me, fully embracing his role. I reached around and stroked his cock, feeling it twitch and swell in my hand. It felt so good to have a hard, vibrant cock in my hand. “That’s a good boy for mommy,” I whispered in his ear. That had an obvious and immediate effect on him.

Richie’s moans grew louder and more desperate as I continued to peg and jerk him, his body trembling with pleasure. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer and came all over the couch, his cum spurting out in thick ropes. The sight of his orgasm triggered my own, surprising me with its intensity. I had never imagined that pegging someone could bring me to such a powerful climax of my own.

When I was done, I unmounted him and told him to clean up his mess. Richie obediently did as he was told, licking his own cum off the couch while I watched with satisfaction. Then, I went back to bed next to my unaware husband, feeling more alive and sexually fulfilled than I had in years.

And that was just the first night of Richie’s visit. Who knows what other adventures await us in the days to come?

Sincerely,
Rebecca