You First

If the title looks familiar it is because I somehow submitted an early unfinished version of this story and that got posted. I requested that version be removed and resubmitted the correct version. Sorry for any confusion.

I went back and forth on what category to put this is in but finally decided on Fetish although it could fit in Gay Male also. It is a little different than some of my other stuff, some of the 'fun' stuff is at the very start. You will still spend time learning about the primary characters in the middle. I also decided on one longer (for me) story instead of making it two parts.

You First

My wife's inner thighs clamped the side of my head, her hands pushed down on the back of it, and her pelvis arched up at my face. My lips, tongue, and chin were suddenly covered in wetness at the same time.

"Holy Jesus, fuck!" She yelled out.

I felt her thighs fall away from the side of my head as she lifted her hands, and her hips and pelvis relaxed back onto the bed. I lifted my head up and saw her head was laying on the pillow with her eyes closed. I moved to her side and laid my head on the pillow next to her. She turned her to side and smiled at me as one hand reached for the towel beside her.

"You face looks like a glazed donut." She said with a laugh as she used the towel to clean my face.

"Thanks." I said when she finished.

"No... thank you. I swear you must have been a lesbian in a past life or something. There is no way a guy knows how to eat pussy that well. You may be, no you definitely are, better than my old college roommate Cindy and she is a lesbian." She giggled and kissed me gently on the lips.

When we were dating Dylan had told me that she had hooked up with her college roommate numerous times while she was at college. She didn't consider herself bisexual, she just said it was something that had happened during college.

"I am glad I could my mouth could make you feel that good..." I told her my voice was trailing off.

I watched the look on her face and immediately knew that she was seeing through my borderline passive aggressive comment.

"I am sorry... you know I don't enjoy giving a blow job, not even a little bit..." She said.

"I know... but you have done it. At least before we got married you did it." I said a touch whiny.

A frown formed on her face. "Yes... I hoped that maybe with you I would like it or at least tolerate it... I made the effort for you... I am sorry but I just don't want to do it. I have never enjoyed oral with a man, or a woman for that matter."

She had been honest about that, eventually, the first dozen or so times she did it I could tell she wasn't as enthusiastic as other girls had been, but she hadn't told me it wasn't something she was a fan of doing. The rest of our sex life was amazing, so I hadn't really noticed it.

"And I just have to accept that... I have to accept that for the rest of my life I am never going get another blow job. Great. Maybe that would have been nice to know before...." I was getting angry, but I managed to stop myself.

"Before... before what? Before we got married. If I had made it clear that I wasn't interested in doing that you wouldn't have married me? Is that what you were getting ready to say?" She was the one that was angry now.

"No... I don't... I just... well... I miss them, okay... I like how they feel. I like a little spice, you know... well, you know that." I stuttered.

"A little spice... is that what you call it, spice." She laughed and then I could see that she was thinking.

"I tell you what... I will make you a deal, in fact the same deal we made about trying anal. If you go first, if you give a guy a blow job, I will give you one." She smiled and laughed after she said it.

"What... come on be serious." I responded exacerbated.

"I am serious. You suck a dick, and I will suck yours, promise. You want me to do something I don't want to do; you should be willing to do it also." She looked right into my eyes.

"But... I go down on you almost every time we have sex. That is pretty much the same thing." I retorted.

"No... first you like doing that, if you weren't doing it with me you would want to do it with someone else, right. I mean if we weren't married. Second, you don't have an object being shoved in your mouth, cutting off your ability to breath, plus leaking and shooting stuff into it that doesn't taste real good."

"Fine... okay... sorry... whatever... just forget it." I said obviously pouting.

"Oh sweetheart... don't be like that. If it means that much to you, I told you, if you go first I will do it." She smiled at me.

"Yea... that isn't going to happen."

"Why... scared you might end up liking it?" She laughed.

"What... no... definitely not." I quickly responded.

"How do you know... I mean look what happened with..."

"Yes... I know what happened there but that is different."

"Hmm... I think you are protesting a little too much." She winked at me. "But...for now, I got to cum tonight... don't you want too also?"

I nodded my head yes and leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back and we made out of about a minute and then slowly broke apart.

"Are you fucking me or am I fucking you." She asked.

"Uh... could you... um... could you... how about you..."

"I am fucking you... got it. You would think by now that you wouldn't get so embarrassed or be shy about asking me to do it." She laughed as she sat up and swung her legs off the bed.

I admired her naked ass and long legs as she headed to the walk in closet. She looked back and saw me doing it and smiled.

"I have a little treat for you and a surprise." She said as she stepped into the closet.

After we had gotten married just under two years ago, I had brought up trying anal sex. At first Dylan had been very opposed to the idea. Every few months or so I would mention it again.

One night after we had been drinking, she told me if she could fuck me with a strap on first, she would let me fuck her in the ass. I dismissed it at the time but the next time I brought it up we were sober, and I said maybe. Three months ago, I agreed to do it.

I had reached into the drawer on the bed side table and got out the lube. My dick was hardening in anticipation as I was doing this. Dylan had been right; I was embarrassed about how much I enjoyed her pegging me. I had thought that it would be a one-time thing just so I could fuck her in her amazing ass.

The fact was, after I had let her do it to me, she had held up her end and left me fuck her ass. I fucked her ass that one time and had never done it again. She had fucked me in the ass probably over a dozen times in the last three months.

I sensed movement and looked over to the closet and saw my wife standing in the door way. The first thing I noticed was she was wearing either one of mine or one of her uniform shirts. I could see the badge and nameplate but couldn't read the name on it. She also had her gun belt on although her service pistol was still locked in the gun safe. She gave me a big smile.

She started to walk toward the bed and my eyes traveled down and I saw the dildo in the harness she was wearing. Two things jumped out at me, one was the color, this dildo was black, the other was it was bigger than the one that she had been using on me up to now.

When I had agreed to her deal, I made her get one that was close to size of my own dick. I thought that would be fair. My dick is pretty average, between five and six inches long and average thickness. The one she was wearing was at least eight inches long and definitely thicker. It was realistic looking, with a cut head and lots of veins.

"Ready for some big black cock slut." She said authoritarily as she stopped at the edge of the bed.

"I... are you sure? That thing looks huge." I said nervously.

"Yes... and your dick is getting harder as you look at it. You want this thing buried in your ass, don't you!"

I swallowed and nodded my head. She smiled and reached for the lube and squirted it on the dildo and covered it. I turned around and got on my knees and elbows, my ass up in the air. My anticipation and nervousness grew as I felt the bed shift as she moved in behind me.

"Such a sweet little ass... you have the ass of a girl, must be why you like taking dick in it so much." She said in a friendly but firm tone.

I felt two of her fingers run over the crack and sighed loudly knowing what was going to be happening soon. I moved my butt to try and get her fingers to touch my hole.

"God so anxious... I promise you honey you are going to get fucked." She said as slipped her fingers inside me.

I moaned and pushed back on them. As I did that, she used her other hand to slap my ass. It was just hard enough to sting but not really hurt and my body and mind responded to the pleasure I felt from her fingers being in me and the slight pain of the slap. My dick twitched.

She moved her fingers in and out and then she reached for the towel she had used to wipe her pussy juice off my face earlier and cleaned her fingers. The next thing I felt was her taking hold of my hips. The bed moved some more as her knees scooted closer and now the dildo rested against me.

"Are you ready for some big black cock? Tell me you want it. I need to know you are cock slut who loves to be fucked." She demanded.

"Yes... please fuck me. I am your cock slut... I want it...please." I said almost begging.

I felt the tip press against my hole and then suddenly pop inside. I immediately realized it was noticeably thicker than the one she had used before. Thankfully she let it sit there for a minute before she began to slowly push it deeper into me.

"Oh... fuck... slow please..." I told her.

She eased into me and then I felt her hips pressed against my backside and knew she was completely inside me.

"I knew you could take it all... a slut like you needs a big cock to satisfy her don't you. Are you ready for me to plow this ass."

I didn't say anything, I just pushed back against her and then moved forward. She understood that I was ready for her to start fucking me. She slapped my other ass check and then began to slowly move in and out. I matched her and we rocked together.

I moaned and said. "Oh fuck it feels so amazing..."

"Take my dick, whore. You moan like a girl when you are full of dick. Is that why you are scared to try giving a blowjob, because you know deep inside you love cock." She said as she picked up the pace.

Her comment struck a nerve. I didn't want to admit it myself but I was a little scared of that. I would have told you that you were crazy if you said that I would crave being fucked in the ass before the first time she pegged me.

"Fuck me Dylan. Jesus fuck!" The pleasure I was feeling was spreading. Her dildo was hitting my prostrate on every down stroke.

"You want me to keep fucking you, huh.... What if I told you I would only do it if you tried sucking dick." I heard her kind of giggle.

"What... why? Oh God... fuck... why..." My hands had grabbed balls of the sheets and I was arching my back.

"Because, that was the deal we made for me to blow you, plus I think we need to find out just how much you love cock." She said as she grabbed my hips tighter. "Will you do it?"

"Fuck... right there... fuck me... yes..."

"Yes... so are saying you will do it?"

That wasn't what I had meant a second ago but right now I would promise anything if she kept fucking my ass.

"Yes."

Her hands squeezed tighter and somehow she pushed in just a fraction deeper and that was all it took. My dick began to spurt cum over the sheets as an amazing and incredible orgasm ran through me.

"Jesus Christ so fucking good... Holy shit. Thank you." I cried out as it happened and fell forward onto the bed.

"You came without your dick being touched? You really are a big black cock lover aren't you." She laughed as she pulled out of me.

My ass suddenly felt empty, but I was content. Dylan laid down next to me and I could feel the dildo pushed up against my hip. I could hear how hard she was breathing as she draped her arm around me. Soon we were spooning with me as the little spoon.

"It seems fitting that you ended up in the girl position after that. You can also sleep in the wet spot tonight." She laughed into my neck. "Unfortunately, though I need to get up the gun belt is digging into my side."

"I need to clean up anyways." I said as I sat up.

We got out of bed, and I saw that the uniform shirt she had on was hers. The name badge said D. Dunster, her maiden name. We met when we went through the academy together three years ago. I was twenty-four and she was twenty-two.

It was a class of twenty-five recruits, nineteen males and six females. I was one of probably a dozen of the male recruits and two of the females that developed a crush on her on day one. She was a five eight blue eyed blonde, with a perfect smile, long legs, a great ass, and firm tits.

The other men in the class were either crushing on Taylor, the cute redhead, or not interested in girls. We had two gay guys in our class a long with two lesbians. There was also a good mix of Caucasian, Black, Asian, and Hispanics ethnicities.

I had jumped in the shower and was using the wand to help clean the lube that had leaked out of my butt. Dylan walked in wearing a pair of purple panties and a t shirt, her normal sleeping attire. I heard her pee and then saw her washing the dildo in the sink.

"Did you like the shirt and gun belt?" She asked as I stepped out of the shower.

"Yes... but I really only saw it for a minute or two plus I was more focused on what was sticking out in front of you. Still not completely sure how I was... you know." I replied.

"How you were able to take that up your butt." She laughed looking at me in the mirror. "I thought maybe the other stuff might help you fantasize a little bit."

"What do you mean?" I asked honestly confused.

"You know... make you think it was man fucking you and not your wife. You have to have thought about what it would be like to feel a real dick shoved up your ass." She said walking out of the bathroom.

If she hadn't walked out, I would have protested and denied thinking that although it wouldn't have been completely true. I had thought about it a couple times, usually right as she was starting and when her hands would grab a hold of my hips. In my thoughts the man was always faceless, but I did think about a man doing it.

We met each other at our bed and climbed in. There was a wet spot in it from her leaking as I went down her earlier. I had pretty much came in the same spot when I orgasmed and my cum had landed there also. I leaned over and kissed her and then moved away to avoid it, I heard her snicker as I did.

"Was the... uh... dirty talk, okay? I didn't step over the line, did I?" She asked.

She had been getting a little more aggressive and demeaning with it each time after noticing that I seemed to get turned on when she did it.

"No... it was hot... thank you." I replied.

"Good... just remember no matter what I say, I love you." She said happily.

"I love you too."

I was the first one up in the morning and in the shower. She was lying in bed scrolling when I walked back into the bedroom. As soon as she saw me, she jumped out of bed and went into the closet, as she came out she was naked, and my eyes immediately focused on her.

"I am glad you still look at me like that, especially after last night." She winked and went into the bathroom.

I sat on the bed and thought about her comment. The truth was even after being married for just under two years I still knew I had married out of my league. When I first met her at the academy, I fell hard but thought there was no way she would be interested in me.

I wasn't a bad looking guy and had a decent build at five foot eleven and just under one seventy. My stomach was flat and toned with some definition in my biceps. It could be described as a swimmer's body and since swimming was one of my primary ways of working out, it made sense. Dylan though was truly model beautiful, with an incredible figure.

We had been assigned to bordering police precincts after recruit school and once our field training was completed, we regularly met for lunch at the edge of our precincts when we were working. At first it was to compare notes on how our field training had gone and how we were doing now that we were on the streets alone.

At some point we agreed to meet for a drink after work, not as a date but as colleagues. The fourth time that happened we ended up kissing as part of our goodbye hug. We were both caught off guard by it and embarrassed.

The next time we met for drinks it was awkward at first but eventually we were laughing and enjoying each other's company like in the past. After a hug and kiss at the door that night, I followed her home, and we had sex for the first time. Five months later we were married.

"You are beautiful!" I told her as she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

"That uniform makes you look pretty hot." She smiled at me.

I had just finished putting my gun belt on and opened the gun safe and retrieved my weapon and hers. I sat Her's on the night stand and saw her pulling on a khaki pair of 5.11 pants. I was always amazed at how they fit her butt and how incredible her ass looked in them.

Dylan was wearing a polo shirt with a badge embroidered on the left side of her chest and her initial and last name on the right. It fit tight across her breasts and showed off her curves, even with the sports bra she wore to work. She holstered her gun which also somehow added to how hot she looked.

"That uniform makes you look seriously fucking hot." I told her.

"Really? Hotter than my patrol uniform with the tactical gun belt?" She smiled at me.

"Yes... it fits you better." I stepped over and smacked her ass.

She yelped and smiled. "It is more comfortable for sure. Not positive I will ever want to go back to patrol after this assignment is over. I got to get moving, have a meeting in the Bramfield precinct this morning."

I followed her down stairs, she turned to head to the front door and stopped and gave me a quick kiss.

"Love you. Be on your toes." I said.

"Love you too. Be on your toes." She replied and stepped over and gave me a gentle kiss.

Right after getting married, we removed see you later from our goodbyes and decided to never say be safe also. Be on your toes was a reminder that there were risks with our job and we wanted to make sure we said I love you in case it was the last time we saw each other.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a banana while pulling out a Smartwater from the fridge. After I peeled the banana, I started to take a bite. I suddenly stopped and held it in front of me for a second and then slowly slid it in my mouth, seeing how much of it I could fit. I gagged just a little when it hit the back of my throat.

I shook my head as I thought about what Dylan had proposed and quickly ate the banana before grabbing the water bottle and heading out. My marked cruiser, a patrol Ford Explorer, was in the driveway.

Pretty much every officer had a take home car now, part of the incentives to recruit and retain police officers. My wife had an unmarked one assigned to her that she had driven to work. Even with perks like this we were still understaffed.

As I drove to the police station I was assigned to, I realized that I hadn't felt any pain or soreness this morning. The first half dozen times after my wife had pegged me, I wasn't completely comfortable the next day. Since she had used a bigger dildo last night, I thought it might have caused a similar result today.

A stop for coffee and stop at the station for roll call and I was on the streets. The morning was quiet, and I had just finished my meal break when the sergeant called on the radio. He had requested I meet him at the station. I drove back wondering what this was about.