I was honestly surprised when my husband told me he was interested in trying pegging. He’s always come across as very traditional and masculine, so it wasn’t something I ever expected from him.
Still, I thought—why not? I’ve seen how it works from my side, and I wasn’t the one receiving, so I figured we’d give it a try. He’d dropped the idea of anal with me years ago, so this seemed like a fair compromise.
We went to an adult store, picked up a strap-on, some bondage gear, and plenty of lube. We decided to fully lean into the experience. It took some effort to get started—it wasn’t easy getting everything in place—but eventually things began to flow, and he seemed to be enjoying it. He was tied down, had a ball gag in (his idea), and once he relaxed, I really started getting into it. His reactions made it clear he was enjoying himself.
But then, near the end, he gave the signal to stop. When I pulled out, things took a turn for the worse—there was a sudden mess. It was uncontrollable and ended up everywhere: the bed, the sheets, me. In a moment of panic, I tried to stop it the only way I could think of, which only made things worse. The whole situation spiraled—we were both overwhelmed, physically and emotionally.
We ended up sick, crying, and in complete shock at what had just happened. After I untied him, we tried to get ourselves together, cleaned up as best we could, and just sat in silence, still processing. Then, to top it off, our dog ran in before we could stop him and made things even more unpleasant. We managed to get everything cleaned up eventually, but it took hours and a lot of emotional energy.
We barely spoke the rest of the night or the following morning. I wasn’t sure where we stood afterward—if our relationship had been affected or if we’d be able to talk about it at all.
But eventually, we did. We had a long, honest conversation. We’re okay. We’re learning and growing through it. We both know now that preparation matters a lot, and going forward, we’ll be more informed and prepared. We’ve decided to try again—together, with humor and better planning.
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Lol pretty sure I’ve already read this before
I’m sorry shit hit the fan…
I feel bad for you guys struggling but the way you write makes some of the parts hilarious and I’m sorry about that. It leaves so much to the imagination while painting such a visceral picture.
Stopping it the only way you could think of.
The dog making things worse.
The first three paragraphs are what’s important! Better preparation on his end next time will ensure it’s not as dramatic next time.
Damn
I guess shit went wrong
My god I laughed so f hard 😂😂😂
Gross
Shit Happens! Prep and planning would be a good idea before trying again
Hi hun, I totally understand, I’ve suffered with IBS-C my entire life and incontinence, so a lot of the time during sex I would have accidents, my last boyfriend though was so good about it. It would happen even without doing anal, due to the muscles relaxing, and I remember one time, It happened the same exact way you described, and it got everywhere, but my ex boyfriend was so good and silently walked to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and then we cleaned up the sheets and I was absolutely mortified but he assured me it’s okay and gave me a cuddle cause I was so embarrassed. I’m a woman so not sure if it would be different but maybe all your man needs is a cuddle.
Man, he really shit the bed here! In all seriousness, I’m glad yall could get over the entire fiasco.
Next time no Chipotle before!!!
As Harlin Ellison once said: “The Best thing you can take to bed is a sense of humor.”
As Jonny Sins once said: “If you are going to play in poop’s house, don’t be surprised if poop comes home.”
Although that may have been Mother Teresa who said that. I always get those two mixed up.
I feel like back to back posting about this and at the same time their kid dying is just blatant karma farming
Kind of tired of these AI posts. I think this sub needs more mods. There’s only two and of them only one seems to still be on reddit (and I’m not even sure if they’re active in this sub anymore).
And what do you call yourselves?
The Aristocrats!
Y’all need to get better at recognising ai
This sounds very tucker max-esque.
Sounds like the oil scene from There Will Be Blood.