My husband fulfilling my rape fantasy [FM] [kink]

Basically since forever I’ve had a fantasy where a guy I don’t know grabs me and has his way and then leaves, a classic rape fantasy. And since it actually ended up happening to me in college, I felt ashamed to keep thinking about it – I kind of put it out of my mind. But, I kept watching rough sex videos and it was always kind of there.

One night a few years ago my husband and I were laying in bed talking and the topic of fantasies came up. He tells me that he is curious about pegging (which we’ve done a bunch now) and he opens up about it. Then it’s my turn and I don’t really have anything to say. He finally drags it out of me and I tell him all about my rape fantasy. Then he tells me about his ex and how she had the same fantasy and how he carried it out and the story was a huge turn on. So, I told him I wanted him to do it, we established a safe word and boundaries and then that was that.

A week or so later, it was the next Friday after that talk, my husband told me he was meeting up with some friends for a drink and wouldn’t be home until late. So, I’m at home and I make dinner and I’m on the couch reading. When I’m home I typically wear undies and a tank top or a hoodie and undies if it’s a bit colder out. This night I was in an old running tank top and a pair of super old green panties – they were probably from high school.

I gathered up my trash from making dinner, and like I always do, I took it out through the garage to the side of the house. When I opened the door, he was there and stepped into the garage suddenly. Part of me knew right away it was my husband wearing a ski mask, but a whole lot of me was scared shitless. I dropped the bag of trash on the floor and he grabbed my wrist and spun me around facing away from him.

He was wearing expensive looking leather gloves and a long sleeve black shirt on top of black jeans and a crooked ski mask with his glasses over it. I could instantly tell it was him, but my instinctual side was freaked the fuck out. He shoved me inside the garage further and closed and locked the door behind himself. The safe word was Holiday. I don’t remember why, but I remembered the safe word.

He held me still a moment and told me to be quiet, like he was thinking of what to do next while still holding my arm behind my back and his other hand pressing against my face. He pushed against the workbench and pulled a piece of rope out of one of the drawers and tied my hands behind me in a knot then shoved me on to the cold concrete floor.

I could feel the cold, dirty floor against my whole body. There was a rummaging around the workbench and then he grabbed a fistful of my panties and cut them off with a utility knife. Then I felt him pull my shirt up and cut it right down the middle of the back and pulled the whole shirt out from under me leaving me naked on the freezing concrete with my hands tied behind my back. I could feel the grit of the floor against my tits and cheek. My nipples were rock hard from the cold and the whole thing was so exciting and a bit scary.

I could see his shadow moving on the floor and it looked like he was fumbling with his pants, probably because of the button and the gloves combined. I rolled to look up at him a bit and he leaned down and pushed my face away. I wondered if he was enjoying this at all.

His boots and pants hit the floor, and he was naked from the waist down. He kneeled down and straddled my body, I could feel his warm thighs against my legs. I heard a squirting sound and felt ice cold lube spread over my ass. It was happening exactly how we discussed it, but it was still a shock.

“Don’t say a fucking word,” he said, in his rough Batman voice.

I bit my lip hard and pushed my forehead against the cold ground as he pushed two fingers into my ass slowly. My ass instinctively clenched and he slapped my ass cheek hard, harder than normal, but I’d asked for this. He went back to finger fucking my asshole, then paused and smacked my other ass cheek even harder than the first time. It stung and I could feel the warmth spread across my ass.

He pulled my cheeks apart and spit on to my asshole and laughed. I gasped a bit, it was a bit of a surprise. Then he adjusted himself and I felt him push the head of his cock inside of my ass slowly at first, then he just leaned into it. I struggled against the ropes holding my hands together and cried out.

“Shut up you fucking whore!” he yelled at me while burying his cock hard and fast inside of me. He grabbed my hips and lifted them while grinding hard into me. My face smacked against the flooring and I could feel the rough concrete scratching my cheek and forehead. I tried to lean on my shoulder, but with my hands tied behind me, I couldn’t move.

He alternated between insulting me and roughly smacking my ass. I could already feel welts forming on my butt, but I was too focused on my asshole getting fucked hard to pay too much attention. Usually when my husband fucks me anally he only lasts a few minutes. It had been at least five or six now and I could feel his body heating up and getting sweaty. I had stopped trying to struggle and went limp.

After ten minutes he grunted and pushed hard against me, cumming inside of my ass. I felt it pulse in deep waves inside of me. I was panting heavily. He pulled out quickly with a flat wet farting sound and he roughly rolled me over. The cold felt nice on my heavily bruised ass. He still had on the ski mask, but it was all jacked sideways and his glasses were crooked. I could only see one of his pretty blue eyes.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my cock against my lips. I struggled and kept them pushed together, but he grabbed my hair harder and I opened my mouth. He shoved his still hard and slick cock between my lips and kept pushing until he was choking me. The taste of KY filled my mouth and nose. He brutally face fucked me for about thirty seconds, until he was starting to go limp. I was happy I prepared myself with an enema this afternoon.

My husband stood and pulled on his black jeans, then his boots, and ran out of the side garage door leaving it open and leaving me laying on the floor, my bound hands behind me and cum dripping out of my ass and lube smeared all over my face. The freezing air from outside didn’t help the situation.

I struggled against the ropes and they quickly untied themselves. I sat up, but quickly rolled to the side because of my ass cheeks. I got up, shut the door and locked it and went inside, making sure to toss my torn clothes into the trash on the way in.

I drew a bath and saw the deep blueish handprints on my ass in the mirror and smiled. My husband came in then looking a bit nervous. We hugged and got in the tub together and cuddled the rest of the night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/act09f/my_husband_fulfilling_my_rape_fantasy_fm_kink