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Rae had never really seen herself as anything special. She was a stay-at-home mom, dependable and exhausted, loving but… flat. Her days were an endless carousel of meals, laundry, and wiping little faces. She loved her children and adored Peter—her sweet, hard-working, dorky husband—but lately, Rae felt like a paper doll version of herself. Weak. Bored. Powerless.
She didn’t want to feel that way, didn’t want to wither in her own life. Somewhere deep in her chest, past the humdrum of daycare pick-ups and grocery lists, a fire smoldered. A little ember of defiance. A little whisper: You were destined for more.
And one night, with their kids finally down, dinner cleared, and the two of them curled into the beige safety of their marital bed, Rae did something unexpected.
“Hey,” she said softly, nudging Peter’s thigh with her knee. “Wanna watch something different tonight?”
He gave her that familiar curious glance. “Like… different how?”
She pulled out her phone and flipped it toward him. On the screen was a paused video. The title was unmistakable. Wife takes control: Pegging her husband for the first time.
Peter blinked. “Um… huh.”
Rae grinned. “We don’t have to do anything. I just want to watch. I’m curious.”
They watched together, side by side, the way they might stream a Netflix thriller. But for Rae, this wasn’t entertainment. It was a revelation. Her heart raced. Her eyes drank in every movement of the woman on-screen—the way she moved behind her man, steady and confident. She wasn’t just participating—she was claiming. Rae’s fingers curled slightly at her sides. This was the energy she missed. This was control, power… not forced, not cruel—just centered, unapologetic, beautifully dominant.
Peter shifted uncomfortably, but he didn’t stop the video.
After it ended, the silence stretched. He cleared his throat. “So… uh. That was something.”
Rae turned to face him. “Can I be honest?”
Peter nodded.
“I feel like I don’t control anything in my life. Not really. Not my time, not my body, not even my orgasms half the time.”
He winced a little, and she softened her voice. “It’s not your fault. You’re amazing. But watching that… it made something light up inside me. I want to feel what it’s like to be the one in control. I want to take up space. To feel powerful. And yes… I want to try that. Just once. I want to know what it feels like to be inside you.”
Peter’s eyes widened, and he immediately sat up. “Wait. You want to peg me?”
She nodded slowly. “I want to explore it. I don’t want to force anything you don’t want. But I think there’s something beautiful about it. Vulnerable. Trusting. Intimate.”
Peter shifted again, clearly uncomfortable. “Rae… I don’t know. I mean, that’s not… I’m not gay.”
She chuckled, gently laying a hand on his. “You know that’s not what this is about. There’s nothing ‘gay’ about trusting your wife with your body. About letting yourself receive pleasure instead of always giving. I think it’s one of the most intimate things a man can do—opening himself to his wife like that.”
Peter looked skeptical. “But… it just feels weird. Like, I don’t know how I’d even start to think about something like that.”
Rae took a breath. “I get it. But think about what it would mean for us. I want to be that safe place for you, just like you’ve always been for me. I want to explore what it means to be the one in charge… for once.”
She paused, her voice getting quieter. “And honestly… sometimes I envy you. The way you get to be in that role. The way you move inside me and take the lead. I want to feel that… just once. I want to know what it feels like to be the one holding the power.”
Peter looked at her for a long moment. Then he glanced away. “That’s… really intense. But kind of beautiful.”
Rae squeezed his hand. “I don’t want to replace anything. I still want to be yours. But this feels like something that could bring us even closer.”
They sat in that quiet moment. Then Peter said the last thing she expected:
“So… if we did do it… how would we even start?”
Her heart skipped. “Well, there’s this site I found…”
They sat side by side, scrolling through products. Rae had never seen her husband blush like this. Dildos of every size, shape, and shade—straps and harnesses and pretty little pouches designed for comfort and confidence. Rae couldn’t help but tease him a little when he hesitated over the sizing options.
“So babe… what’s your speed? Should we go modest or go majestic?”
Peter groaned and buried his face in a pillow. “Please stop using the word majestic.”
She grinned, teasing. “Too late. Majestic dildo incoming.”
But then the laughter faded into something more vulnerable. He looked at her, really looked at her, and said, “You’re serious about this.”
“I am. I want this. But I want you to want it too.”
He nodded slowly. “I’m scared. But I trust you.”
They picked out a beginner-friendly harness and a slim, velvety silicone dildo—not too big, not too small. A bottle of high-quality lube was tossed in too, because Rae had done her homework. She wasn’t just looking for a kinky experiment—she was preparing to hold her husband’s body and heart in the palm of her hand.
Peter hesitated over the “Order Now” button. Rae took his hand in hers and whispered, “Together?”
He nodded. “Together.”
And they clicked.
That night, Rae didn’t fall asleep feeling powerless or bored or stuck. She curled into Peter’s arms with a wild little secret blooming in her chest: she was stepping into a new kind of womanhood. And Peter—sweet, hesitant, loyal Peter—was stepping with her.
And in four days… they’d begin.
