It was a pretty average morning, if anything about the plague year could be said to be average. We were a month into isolating. Quarantine for me makes little difference either way, so I was working, but my other half had very little to do. One way or another, she had to pass the time, and with so much idle time things can get pretty experimental pretty quickly.
I got up early that day because I had meetings with European colleagues, which ended in less time than expected. I got down to work hashing out interminable progress reports to my boss, but was interrupted by my wife walking into the room in her sleepwear and closing the door with a very specific expression on her face.
We’ve been together since college, and I know that face. It’s the same one she wore when she found out that her loud sex had driven her ex from the dorm lounge. The same one she wore after she decided to practice one of her lines from the Vagina Monologues while riding me cowgirl (“the Irish Catholic moan”) after an innocent girl on her floor knocked on her door to ask if she was “practicing.” The very same expression she wore the day after she came out to me as bi and sat on her friend’s face in front of me. It’s a look of mortification and arousal competing for dominance, with just a dash of surprise at her own daring.
Seeing her like that, I immediately got up from my desk. We shared a look of mutual understanding, she took a deep breath, and said “I just masturbated to a rape fantasy.” I kept a straight face, but inside my heart started going a mile a minute. We’ve always been pretty kinky, and she’s a masochist and a sub, but it’s immediately clear that this is way farther than she’s ever taken things before.
She continued with the look of sometime confessing a sin: “I was touching myself… at first it was thinking about you, but then my mind just kept going… then it was a stranger, and they just started taking me, and I was struggling, but it was so hot… I came harder than I have in a while…”
As she spoke, I saw that she was still aroused, hard nipples from her small breasts poking out from her loose shirt. Her posture and voice said she was feeling vulnerable and was, I thought, probably still deep into subspace. I met her eyes as she finished, seeing her discomfort and uncertainty about acceptance written there plain as day.
It was time to take a risk.
I made as though to hug her. She folded herself into my arms, and then yelped when I threw her prone to the floor in front of me. I quickly moved to straddle her and pin her arms and legs to the carpet, covering her mouth and whispering in her ear. “Don’t make a sound. I’m going to fuck you whether you want it or not, but if you make noise I’m going to hurt you.” I pulled her pajama pants down, revealing her perfect ass, and lifted her lower half by her pubic mound to drag her knees up and present her pussy.
I kept my head near hers, watching her reaction as I manhandled her body and whispered threats in her ear. Her wide eyes looked into mine in terror, surprise… and arousal. Just to make sure I changed the timbre of my voice to a natural tone and took my hand off her mouth. “Green light?” Her reply was a breathless and enthusiastic nod.
I got back into character, roughly pinioning her arms behind her back in one hand. She stared back at me with the same wide eyes as my fingers found her vagina, already wet. As I fingered her I told her what a slut she was for wanting a stranger’s cock, and how I was going to use her worthless pussy for my pleasure. As she messily came over my fingers, I drew back and spat on her pussy.
I’ll never forget her reaction. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her entire body went limp. Any pretence of resisting gave way to animal lust. In that moment, she was mine to use, and I quickly undid the button of my work pants and shoved my hard cock into her. Immediately she started shaking and struggling, cumming almost the moment I entered her.
The next few minutes were hard and fast. I normally focus on my partner’s pleasure, but this time I just used my wife as a toy. I fucked her until her knees buckled and then kept fucking her prone, one hand keeping her arms pinned and the other grabbing her hair and pulling her head upright. She did her best to stay silent, her mouth forming silent screams. As I built up to a climax, I used a gravelly voice to tell her that she was about to take my cum and that she would keep her mouth shut about it if she knew what was good for her. As I said this, she came to one last quivering, struggling orgasm, as her folds milked my cock.
As soon as she stopped moving, I let her go, lay down next to her, gathered her up into my arms, and let her cry on my shoulder as she processed one of the most intense experiences she’d ever had. She agreed it was extremely hot, but that the mindspace was so messed up that she’d need a long time to get over it. I didn’t press her about it then, but about three months later it happened again, and four months after that, and it’s now become a rare but steady feature of our sex life.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pecnxc/mf_wife_told_me_she_had_a_rape_fantasy_so_i_gave
This is so good Holy fuck. Thank you for sharing ♡
This is so fucking hot. Thank you.
This is beautiful. Beautifully written, and kind of sweet in a way — ultimately it’s two people who love each other that found a new, exciting, and emotional way to arouse each other.
Really great stuff. I think my girlfriend might be into something like this. Thank you for sharing.