Her Fantasy (L)
Disclaimer: This isn’t for everyone. There is a fantasy and role-play element that some might not find appealing. The undertone intended is one of trust and intimacy between a husband and wife.
My wife shared a fantasy with me a few weeks ago. It was new, raw, and not something I’d ever expected from her. She’d curled into me after she said it, and I held tight and whispered my love. We made sweet and gentle love that night. It was beautiful. We didn’t discuss it anymore, but I quietly plotted to fulfill her fantasy.
My opportunity came on a warm Friday. She thought I’d be working late and decided to have dinner with one of her girlfriends. I timed it right and arrived home just after she’d left. I hid my truck, placed some spare clothes in the garage, and waited.
Phase One
She came through the door singing, a sure sign of a little wine. Butter knife in hand, I was ready when she walked into the bedroom. I was dressed in black—balaclava and all—and her gasp when I grabbed her from behind was genuine. It was her fantasy, but I didn’t want her truly terrified, so (per the sign) I slipped off my wedding band and slid it onto one of her fingers. She was trembling, but closed her hand and nodded yes.
She’d trusted me with this, and I loved her, so I broke character for a moment and kissed her neck gently. She pushed back into me but went back into character and pretended to struggle as I slipped the blindfold over her eyes. I pulled a dainty pair of her panties from my pocket and stuffed them into her mouth. She moaned through them and clutched for my leg.
I pushed her toward the bed and dropped the knife when we got there. Grabbing her blouse with both hands, I ripped it open. She was shaking, and her breath was ragged as I pulled down the cups of her bra and roughly handled her tits. The moans, whines, and whimpers were only slightly muffled by the panties. Not too roughly, but I pushed her face down onto the bed, pulled her wrists together and loosely wrapped soft rope around them.
Then I reached for the buttons of her jeans. They were tight, and I made a bit of a show inching them down to her knees. Her panties were next, and there she was, displayed before me. I smacked each cheek a few times, then ran my tongue up her crack. Oh, the sounds she was making!
I made a noisy production of releasing my belt and dropping my pants. Her aroma was strong, and after checking her wetness, I knew she was really turned on. I lined my cock up with her hole, tapped her cheek to prepare her, and eased in the tip. She pushed back ever so slightly, and for a few minutes, I fucked her with abandon. With a final push, I emptied myself into her. Then, I pulled up my pants and left her there without ever having said a word.
Phase Two
I slipped into the garage and quickly changed clothes, ran to where my truck was hidden, and pulled up to the house. My next intention was to walk through the door, announce my presence, and sit on the couch as though nothing had happened. I made it through the door. There, on her knees, was my naked wife. Her palms were on her thighs, the rope was still around one wrist, and she was still wearing my ring.
I had no more clicked the door shut when she made her move. My pants were at my ankles and my cock was in her mouth before I could fully process what was happening. Having cum in her not fifteen minutes ago, I was not hard, but she didn’t seem to care. I braced myself against the door. Damn.
She stopped only long enough to say, “I love the way I taste on your cock,” before pulling my semi back into her mouth. I honestly didn’t think she could do it, but I felt myself building. Ho-ly shit. Expletives left my mouth as she got me closer and closer. Boom. Cum. I didn’t even know I had coated her tongue as I doubled over in sweet agony.
This seemed to please her, and she let me drop out of her mouth. Then she rose to her feet and kissed me; snowball. We attacked each other’s mouths and droplets fell to my shirt and her chest. She only submitted control of her mouth when I reached under her cheeks, lifted her up, and moved forward enough for her to wrap her legs around my waist. I kicked off my shoes and pants and walked us to the bedroom.
When my knees touched the mattress, I sat her down. Her eyes were filled with lust, love, and passion. Her mouth was messy. Her tits were heaving with each breath. Her legs were open, and that pussy! Red. Swollen. Wet. I dropped to my knees, placed her feet on my shoulders and covered my nose, cheeks, and chin in her juices. Then I ate her.
Her words were muffled as she repeatedly slammed her thighs to my ears. I reached under her leg with my left hand, around and over her belly till my thumb found her clit. When next she bucked into my face, I slid my right hand under and between her cheeks, finger-fucking that wet pussy. The triple assault was getting her there. A wicked thought popped into my head, and I slipped my finger from her pussy and trailed it down to her puckered rosebud.
She went bananas. I’d never heard her say that before. Mmmm.
This was all too much, and with a force I didn’t know she possessed, she clamped my head and dropped over the edge. I slowed, then stopped my tongue and fingers as she slowly came down. As I rose from my spot, I took a moment to just enjoy the view. Then I gently eased her up the bed, under the covers, and spooned her.
It was several minutes before she spoke. “I love you. Thank you.”
“I love you too.” I basked in the moment. It was more than a fantasy. It was more than sex. We’d connected. Before I drifted off, I thanked God for my wife. This was wedded bliss.
Good morning, KM. Hubbie here…
Thank you for this post. A good pre-amble and caution. My first thoughts included …
So conflicted! Role play! Ugh! Also, obviously I don’t like the forced “rape” at all! So it starts off so negative!
But then, I love that she had this fantasy (not him), and she felt safe enough to share it and ask for it. That is fucking hot in and of itself! Further, she so identifies with the uniquely female sexuality of being taken, that it can, and does, wildly turn her on!
And then when he “comes home”, she attacks him. Her abandoned, animal lust is released, and she is having her way with him, satisfying her own need! Once she “let herself go” to her own lustful fantasy, she could stay “let go” for more, wild sex.
The “second-half” sex was some of the hottest, most abandoned sex we’ve read, and it really turned me on! So fucking hot! Given that it was her role play, her bravery to say it and ask for it, and she went passion-unleashed from it, I loved it in spite of the start!
So, a very edgy post, but in the end, it really brought some unique heat. Thank you.
Hi Q&H,
Thank you for your honest and detailed response.
First, I totally get it…this isn’t something that’s for everyone. I tried to convey through subtle nuances that she was very much in control and consenting throughout the entire thing. She could have stopped it at any point, and that would’ve been that. But again…I get it
Second, thank you for your gracious praise.
Lastly, please keep reading my stories! I have some more coming out!
This was an interesting read. It's a good thing you took it upon yourself to make this her fantasy come true.
Thank you O-man. I appreciate it!
I think Q and H said it all! this is definitely not my thing but I adore that a woman is actually taking controll in a different way and feeling empowered enough to ask for what she wants. The fact you made that happen for her is beyond beautiful; and hot! So, fantastic work and sounds like your sexlife is on the up; I know you had written about difficulties in the past, so fantastic to read of this significant shift; well done to both of you, and do keep writing. I really enjoy your stories.
Thanks starlight, I appreciate your comments. I’m glad you enjoy my stories. There are more coming and the tables turn in one of them…😉
QueenandHubbie and Starlight made comments that I really agree with. I was intrigued though uncomfortable at first but really liked the part after you “came” home.
Fulfilling your wife’s fantasy is an example of deep love. So was how she “welcomed” you home!
KM, you did a great job of introducing the topic so those who might not be interested could just avoid reading your story. These types of very personal accounts are deeply personal and intimate. To share such ideas, fantasies and actions takes courage. But the sharing also illustrates the love two people have for each other when they can share their personal desires so thoroughly. Even if a reader is not totally on board with such sexual preferences, they should be able to discern the love and trust between you two (the most important thing after having God in your relationship).
Great job on the story—Enjoy your writing and hope to keep reading more!
I have been intrigued for some time with this role play scenario. I have heard, in other venues, of women wanting this role play….at least once in their relationship. I think I would have mixed emotions if my wife wanted to do this. Sounded like KingdomMan really put some thought into how to, not only make her fantasy happen, but also make his character the most loving intruder ever….lol. Kudos brother! I think many men would invite the rp of their wife controlling the moment, tying them up and using them for “her” pleasure. I know I would. So…….rape scene? Kind of a weird scenario but super erotically appealing. 🤷🏻♂️ Mutually consenting in your covenant relationship? Enjoy.