Hi. I am a get hitched with char who recently worked up the spunk to share my Brassica napus fantasy with my husband. I told him that even though sex with him is great, I needed something a little more exciting ... and grievous. He suggested that he could `` rape '' me to fulfill the fantasy, but I told him it just would n't feel like a `` really '' rape if he was the raper. I told him that I would never cheat on him, and that if the musical theme of me with another man really bothered him, I would n't do it, but that the only way to make my fantasy seem `` very '' was to for my `` rapist '' to be individual else. Since he loves me and wants to take a shit me happy, he told me that he would see what he could do.

This past weekend, he went out of Ithiel Town with a pair friends of his on a cat'getaway, leaving me at family alone. He left on a Fri afternoon and told me he would be back Lord's Day night. I went about my day on Saturday pretty much like usual, shopping and running errands, and returned menage around 10PM after having dinner with a girlfriend of mine. I was in bed by 11. I had been asleep for an 60 minutes or so, when I was jarred awake by a man yanking my psyche up by my hair and clamping his hand over my oral cavity. He rolled me onto my back, and when he switched on the spark on my nightstand, I could see that he was wearing a ski mask, and that he had a knife. I tried to figure out who he was, to see if I knew him, but I was n't able to recognize him.

I struggled briefly, but he pressed the tongue against my throat and told me me in a jeopardize voice that he would injure me if I struggled or fought or screamed. He asked me if I understood, and I nodded yes. He then told me that I was going to do everything he told me to do. He again pressed the knife to my throat and asked me if I was ready to fuck. I was trembling and shaking as I answered yes. He asked me how long it had been since I had sucked my hubby 's cock, and if I swallowed when I did. In a quiver spokesperson, I said that I had sucked him just a few nights earlier, and that, yes, I had swallowed. He told me that I would be used to what I was about to do then, because I was about to go down on his. first though, he reached under my gown, and ripped it away, then he yanked down my step-in. Then he straddled me, pulled my head up, jammed his cock into my oral cavity, and ordered me to suck him off. I started sucking him, and he ordered me to absorb it harder. I sucked him as hard as I could, and after several second, he blew a immense warhead into my backtalk, then forced me to immerse it. He then told me that it was time to fuck. He told me that by the metre he was finished with me, I would leave all about sex with my hubby.

He was about to climb me for a missioner piece of ass, when I saw him smile through his ski mask. He ordered me to deform over onto my tum. I was thinking he was going to do me doggy panache, but he shocked me ( and even really scared me a lilliputian ) when he asked me if I had ever been done up the ass. The verity is, my married man and I had only tried anal sex once, but we had stopped because it had hurt too much. I tearfully told him that I was an anal retentive virgin. He told me that that was about to change. He proceeded to ram his cock into my ass, and I cried out in real pain in the ass at first, but the nuisance soon subsided and soon I actually began to enjoy it. When he finished, he used a belted ammunition he found in my room to tie me to the bed while he went to use the lavatory. When he came back, he said it was meter for the `` main issue ''. He forced my legs apart and proceeded to accept vaginal sexual intercourse with me. He fucked me heavy and while he was inside me, he called me a trollop and a beef, and basically humiliated me. As he continued to pounding me, in no time I was soaking wet, and I had a mind-bending sexual climax, then a yoke of arcminute later, I orgasmed a second time and then a 3rd sentence, each as great as the last and the most unbelievable orgasms I had ever had. After a few Thomas More minutes had passed, I felt him climax and blurt out thick inside my pussy.


After he was finished, he got off of me, and told me if I knew what was good for me, I would keep this what had just happened to myself. He said if I reported the ravishment to the police, I would be dark. He reminded me that he knew where I lived, and to make his point, he pressed the knife to my throat one more meter. I told him I would n't cover the rape. Late that evening, my hubby came home and asked me how my weekend was. I told him it was pretty serious, and gave him a blink. I told him when we were getting ready for bed that I wanted to thank him for fulfilling my fantasy. He told me that he could say me who my `` rapist '' was, and how it had all been set up, but I told him that I did n't want to hump ... I said not knowing would urinate the wholly memory of what happened seem all that much more than real. Needless to say, I rewarded him all night long for making my illusion come true up

I do n't recognize if I will have another experience as good as the one I experienced death weekend again, but I can say that my fantasy was all I could bear ever wanted and then some .