This was written as a story format. Both of us didn’t care for first person perspective. We are married, but not to each other. Take that for what you will. We use pet names from Wonder Woman for each other. Everything that you read from here is true, save for some of the speaking parts, I took some creative liberty because I honestly couldn’t remember everything that was said, I tried to capture the essence of the moment. Part 1 is leading up to it. She wrote her own side of it which will be part 3.
A few particulars not mentioned in the story
Me: White, 6’5 230 lb. Swimmers body. 33 y/o
Her: Middle Eastern, 5’5, petite, tennis players body, 34C cups, 48 y/o
Part 1 of 3
The Entry
It was all decided before Steve arrived, all of the important particulars anyways, our safe word, no butt stuff, no obvious marks. Beyond that Steve was given a lot of leeway in how to approach the scenario. It was going to be an experience that he had been fantasizing about for a long while, something that he and Diana felt very comfortable talking about given how open their relationship is in exploring sexuality.
He was sitting at his desk, trying to not let his hard on show as he thought about the evening, how he would approach, what he would say, what he would do. Then his hard on would grow, he would switch up his legs to make it less noticeable. Then his mind would wander again, *what if she came at me this way? What if the straps didn’t work, I wonder how far I can go without breaking character…* he thought and thought, and as the day progressed he was literally vibrating with energy. Just a few more hours.
His bag was ready in his car, a few old ties, they make for the best restraints, soft, doesn’t leave marks and long enough to tie. Some rope, his tie down bars, various dildos, you know the works. He was dressed in his normal scrubs and was kicking himself that he had already worn the black ones, those would have set the mood a little more. He just shrugged, when he sprung it wouldn’t matter what he wore, just if he can stay in character. He wanted this to be special and memorable for both.
Time was slowly ticking away, Diana and Steve had been texting back and forth, conversing about their adventure that afternoon, not giving away any information, but wanted to keep her on edge. He was able to swing a little extra time and damn near ran from the building. He still had some ways to get to the city and finally up to her apartment. Traffic can be a bitch in the city, and yet the whole time he was tenting in his pants.
While waiting in traffic, he slowly stroked his cock through his scrub pants. He didn’t want to get off, but he just couldn’t help the overly sensitive cock head that had been raging all day. It just felt too damn good not to touch and stroke. His thoughts constantly on his lover waiting for him, he thought about what she was going to wear, she eluded heavily that it was going to be a dress, which he loved seeing her in, but more importantly something that can be ripped away. He tried not to imagine how hard her nipples were right now, waiting in anticipation. He tried very hard not to imagine how wet her pussy was, if it was already dripping and engorged with lust.
Shaking his head to clear away the images, he tried to refocus on the road, it wouldn’t do any of them any good if he didn’t make it. But still, his hand slowly stroked his throbbing cock and he sighed in anticipation.
Everything hinged on him getting access to her building. It was decided that she would meet him to hand off keys and access fobs so he can enter as he sees fit. As his car slowly eased up to her building, she was waiting at the entrance, dressed in blue jeans and a white top. Nothing extraordinary. His heart was beating rapidly as she saw him stopped on the corner due to traffic.
She rapidly approached his car, he rolled down the window, and she handed off the keys to him. She unceremoniously turned on her heels and strolled away, escaping back into the entrance.
He eased his car into the parking space deep beneath her building and sat in his car for a few breathes. His body was vibrating, his hands were sweaty, he was anxious. This type of sexual adventure he had never tried before. He was going to assault his lover, take her against her will, rape her. It was consensual, but still, this ventured into an unknown, and he was thankful that they are so honest about their thoughts and desires with each other, something like this can go south and devastate a relationship if not done right.
Stepping out, he grabs his bag of tools and heads to the elevator. Each step felt heavy with responsibility and anticipation, his heart racing.
Ding
The door opened after flashing the fob. His mind racing on what he would find in her apartment, *what if she is right there? Moving around, do I just drop it all, rush in and take her? What if someone hears us? What if what if what if….* His mind kept going in a circle and then the doors opened onto her floor.
He stepped out and walked the long lonely walk, his heartbeat as loud as his footfalls.
Music was coming through the door, he couldn’t tell where in the apartment she was. He opened the unlocked door and snuck in, he paused a moment to look, then closed and bolted the door. He didn’t need anybody else coming in. He moved quickly over to the bathroom and placed his bag on the floor out of sight. He took out the two pre-tied ties and looped them around his arm for easy access. Steeling his nerves, he took a deep breath and then peered out through the gap between the door and the doorframe out into the living room.
And waited.
It didn’t take long.
Diana moved into his view and his breath escaped him. True to her word she was wearing a dress. It was a red, floral patterned floor length dress with spaghetti straps. It was something you would wear to the beach in Florida. She looked ravishing in it. Her jet black hair flowed freely down her back and her beautiful ass swayed as she moved away from him towards the wall-to-wall picture windows. Her dark, olive skinned contrasted exotically with the red dress and he grew hungrily. The music was still playing as she maneuvered over to the blinds and twisted them open, allowing the magnificent city sun and skyline to fill the space. If she suspected that he was there, she made no indication, appearing to go about her daily routine.
She turned away and he smiled lustfully behind the door in the shadows, her ample tits were displayed prominently, her hardened nipples poking through the thin material. It was beautifully obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her face looked calm, her deep brown eyes betraying nothing of what she already knew was about to happen but still playing the role.
As she moved towards him around the chairs his eyes were transfixed on her beautiful, petite form. Her breasts heaving up and down with each step, eyes looking off into the distance. She looked amazing, and he was going to take her violently.
Diana rounded out of his vision towards the bedroom and he leapt around the door frame, moving silently on socks he saw her enter the bedroom ahead of him and amble right towards the bathroom.
He was quickly closing but she was moving with a purpose, he lost sight of her as she entered the bathroom.
And then he could see her face in the mirror as she paused to look into it.
*This is it.* He thought.
Her eyes tracked to him in the mirror and she looked terrified.
Steve paused for the briefest of moments, rooted in place with indecision.
Then she screamed.
Something in Steve snapped into place.
*SHE’S SCREAMING!* His mind roared at him, willing him forward. And then instinct took over and he leapt forward.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ga3tb/the_assault_part_1_fmcheatingrape_fantasy