Chapter 3
"Honey, I don't know," Rosalie said as she probed her fingers around her pussy.
"It's just a game, baby," Ken said. "Haven't you ever had a fantasy that you were raped?"
The brunette nodded as she slid a finger in and out of her cunthole. "Yes," she said, "but somehow it seems so freaky."
Ken ran his fingers up and down her sensitive inner thighs. He was trying to persuade her to stage a pretend-rape with him. He told her lots of people did it, especially married people, and it was probably a terrific kick. She thought it was kinky. She thought it was carrying things too far. She also thought it was strangely exciting.
She'd gone along with everything Ken wanted so far. She played with her pussy in front of him. She let him fuck her ass and she let him use a vibrator on her. But she felt this fake-rape was going too far. Sort of.
"Listen, hon," he said, running his lips over her thighs. "I'll make a deal with you. If you don't like it, you just tell me to stop. Okay?"
The brunette gazed at her husband's big dong and nodded. If he talked long enough he always got his way. His big beautiful cock made her melt every time. And the prospect of being tied up and forcefully taken was thrilling. "Okay, Ken, but remember if I say stop, you stop."
They decided to do it that evening. The kids were out and they had the house to themselves. Now they were in their bedroom getting ready.
"Just wear a shortie robe," Ken said. "And don't wear anything under it. We'll start in the kitchen."
"Oh, God, Ken, I don't know," Rosalie said. The more she'd thought about it, the more reluctant she'd become. And why start in the kitchen?
He patted her ass and squeezed one big round tit. "You leave it to me, Puss," he murmured. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"
She had to admit he hadn't. She slipped into a robe and followed him to the kitchen. He told her to get on a ladder and pretend she was reaching for something on a top shelf. "Remember, you don't know me," he said.
Rosalie climbed up on the ladder and pretended she was reaching for a dish. She felt silly and excited at the same time. Then she felt Ken's hand under her robe. She looked down and stared into his eyes. His eyes looked cold and distant and mean. His face was the face of a stranger. A chill ran down her spine. He'd told her to pretend he was a repair man who'd come to fix the sink. As she gazed at him now she almost believed it. He'd told her to pretend to protest. She cleared her throat now and told him in a hoarse voice to get his hand off her leg.
"Cut that out," she said. "Get your hand off my leg."
"You've got beautiful legs, lady," he said, not sounding in the least like her husband. "I just wanted to feel them."
"Well, my husband's going to be home soon and you better keep your hands to yourself." Now that they were getting into the game, Rosalie felt her excitement mounting.
She tried to climb down, but he blocked her way. He continued running one hand up and down her leg and leering at her.
"I happen to know your husband's out of town," he said, a smirk on his face as he gazed at her tits.
Rosalie's heart pounded. "He's coming back tonight. He'll be home any minute. Get out of my way!"
He stood still in front of the ladder, unmoving. "He's coming home tomorrow night and I think I'm going to fuck you," he chuckled.
"You've got to be kidding," Rosalie said, struggling to get down from the ladder. "I'll tell your boss and you'll lose your job!"
He stood his ground. "Stop fighting, lady," he said.
In the next moment everything became a blur. He untied her robe and her naked body was revealed to his eyes. By now Rosalie was so involved in the game she was almost convinced it was a repair man who was gazing at her naked tits and cunt.
She struggled with him and tried to close her robe. He grabbed her wrists and held them in a vise-like grip.
"You're hurting me!" she moaned. "Let me go and I won't tell your boss! Honest! Just let me go! Please!"
"I'll let you go, but you better not fight me!" he hissed. "You better give me what I want!"
Rosalie forgot it was Ken staring at her coldly and gripping her wrists. She began crying and pleading with him to let her go and not hurt her. He pulled her down from the ladder, still holding her wrists, and led her out of the kitchen.
She stumbled after him as he walked up the stairs to their bedroom. He threw her over on the bed and unbuckled his belt. She stared at his crotch and ran for the door. He was too quick for her. He dropped his jeans and followed her. He threw her back on the bed and slapped her across the face.
Rosalie was startled by the blow. She started to protest, but he stared at her coldly and she started crying instead. She ran her fingers over her cheek and felt her pussy quiver. The slap had turned her on.
"Now you're gonna get it, lady," Ken grunted.
He stepped out of his shorts. His cock stood up thick and hard and swaying. He used his belt to tie her hands together and then led her around the room by the strap.
"Please, stop!" she begged, her tits heaving and her cunt creaming. "Please! I'll give you whatever you want! Do you want money? I have some! I'll give it to you! I'll give you whatever you want! Just let me go!"
"I don't want your money, lady," he said as he pushed her down and climbed onto the bed.
She started babbling something and he suddenly pushed his cock into her mouth. She almost choked. He held the strap in one hand and used his other hand to hold her down by her hair. She felt totally helpless.
He shoved his prick in and out of her lips. He rammed it roughly in and out of her mouth, causing the brunette to gag. He gazed at her mouth as he shoved his prick in and out. Rosalie could see his excitement grow as he watched his fuckpole raping her mouth.
His breathing became ragged and the turned-on wife thought he was going to come in her mouth. She felt an orgasm begin in her pussy, but then he pulled his prick out of her mouth and moved away.
He pulled her over to the headboard of the bed and fastened the strap of his belt so that her hands were tied over her head. He draped her legs over his shoulders as he positioned himself between her thighs.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, lady," Ken said, his eyes leering as he rubbed his cockhead around the slimy lips of her cunt.
"I hate you!" she sobbed.
She turned her face away and closed her eyes as he slid his cock into her cunt. She moaned softly as his prick penetrated deeply inside her pussy. She could almost feel it in her belly, it was in so deep. Then he grunted and pulled it out until only the tip of his fuckpole was in her gash.
"How do you like getting fucked by a real man?" he hissed as he thrust his prick back inside her cunt.
She didn't answer. She finally opened her eyes and humped her ass as he fucked his cock in and out of her pussy. His breathing became ragged again and he reached for her tits.
"Nice big titties," he panted as he pinched and pulled her stiff pink nubs.
Rosalie moaned at the feel of his hands on her boobs. He speared her cunt over and over again with his dong. He moved one hand down, caressing her cleavage and belly and finally fingering her cunt-bush.
He pressed down on her cunt-mound and then began to rub her clit.
"Oh, Jesus!" Rosalie gasped as he masturbated her clit and caressed her tits.
His fucking became slower as he pulled and rubbed her stiff clit. Rosalie completely melted. She was overwhelmed by it all and her cunt closed tightly around his prong with every thrust of his prick. She felt an orgasm begin to invade her pussy and her spasming cunt lips carried him over the brink. He came violently, a flood of jism blasting into her cunthole and animal grunts erupting from his throat.
Her orgasm was the most intense Rosalie had ever experienced. After it was over Ken untied her wrists and they slept in each other's arms.
When they awakened, they had some wine and cheese. Ken drizzled wine on Rosalie's pussy and licked it up with his tongue. They kissed and hugged and before long the brunette felt herself begin to get turned-on again.
"How about a back door party?" Ken smiled.
Rosalie giggled. She loved getting her ass fucked. Part of the fun was that it didn't seem really right to her. It seemed slightly wanton and raunchy for a nice woman to allow her ass to get fucked. But it felt lovely. The orgasms she had when Ken reamed her ass were incredible. She nodded her assent and Ken grinned.
"I'm going to tie your wrists again, hon," he said.
Rosalie didn't mind. Being tied up had been terribly exciting. The pretend-rape had been the best fucking they'd ever done.
Now he tied her wrists again and attached the strap to the bed. This time she was on her belly and her ass was totally exposed. Ken slapped her lightly on the ass and kneaded and fondled her soft white flesh. Then he straddled her head and stuffed his prick into her mouth. He pushed a pillow under one side of her face. She gluttonously sucked his prong even while tied to the bed and lying on her belly. She craned her neck as she eagerly licked his stiff oozing cockhead.
"Suck it, lady," he chuckled, but they both knew the game was over.
Rosalie licked up his jizz. Her wet cunt felt inflamed as she closed her lips over his oversized knob. She mewled and gurgled with lust as she took another inch of his prong into her mouth.
She swirled her tongue over his velvety boner. She took more of his fuckpole into her throat than she'd ever managed before. She sucked noisily on his meaty prong as he caressed her hair.
"You're doing just fine, baby," Ken murmured, one hand fondling her cunt as he plugged her mouth with his cock. "You're sucking real good, baby, real good!"
Rosalie slid her lips up and down his blue-veined prick. She wondered if he would shoot off in her mouth. Then she remembered he was going to fuck her ass and the brunette closed her lips around the flared rim of his cockhead and pressed down.
"Okay, baby, that's it!" he grunted, pulling his prick out of her mouth and pushing her ass up in the air.
He ran his hand inside her asscrack. He teased her little ass-hole and slid his finger inside the puckered brown ring. Rosalie moaned as he pushed his cock around the hot moist crack of her ass. He pulled her ass-cheeks apart and ran his rod up and down the inside of her deep cavern.
He placed his cockhead against her quivering ass-hole and pushed forward.
"Ready?" he growled.
"YES!" she shrieked.
He slapped her ass as he pressed his cock against her shitter. She cried out and begged him to slap her harder. He brought his hand down hard on her round fleshy ass and then gripped her roughly by the hips.
She turned her head to watch. Her wrists hung from his belt which was attached to the bed. The leather cut into her skin, but the brutality of the fucking was thrilling. She squirmed her ass and watched him.
"Get it in there and fuck me, honey!" she cried. "Oh, God, I'm so turned-on!"
She gasped when his knob popped inside her ass-hole. It stretched her little grommet as it pushed inside and she came at once. The combination of pain and pleasure was too much for her smoldering pussy. She convulsed in waves of exquisite sensations and wailed for him to fuck her harder.
The elastic ring of her ass-hole closed tightly around his knob. Ken pushed in and Rosalie felt his cock invade her bowels. Once again he slapped her ass and shoved his poker deeper inside her bung.
"OH! OH! OH!" she moaned.
He slapped her again. "That's right, baby," he croaked. "Suck it right inside your sweet little ass!"
He clutched her hips and ground his prong inside her writhing ass-hole. She felt her brownie open up and caress his thick cock. He pulled out and then lunged forward to drive his prick all the way up her shitter.
She felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up her ass. Waves of incredible sensations engulfed her pussy and ass. He pulled halfway out and then rammed in again, filling her gut with his prick.
He moved a hand to her gash and rubbed her clit. He held one hip tightly and slammed his cock in and out of her bung. She tried to free her wrists, but he had tied her too tightly. She wanted to use her hands, but the frustration of being tied made the fucking all the more exciting.
At intervals he slapped her ass and moved his hand away from her clit. She begged him to rub her cunt and bring her off. He fucked her hard and deep and Rosalie thrust her ass back to meet every plunge of his ramrod-stiff dick.
"Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, God, don't stop!" she panted when he began to slow down.
He leaned over her back and began a frenzied assault on her clit. She gasped at the feel of his fingers on her passion button while his prick reamed her ass-hole. She grunted like a bitch in heat as she ground her shitter back at his pistoning fuckpole.
Her massive tits bounced as she arched her back up off the bed. He fucked her ass faster now, and her entire body trembled with lust. His balls slapped wetly against her pussy-lips and she convulsed in another exquisite orgasm.
She hardly caught her breath. She continued pushing her dick-filled ass-hole back at his prick. He slammed in and out like a wild animal and Rosalie knew he would come soon. Her brownie sucked his cock as it rammed in and out of the stretched ring of muscle.
His fingers relentlessly manipulated her clit and his thick cock stabbed her shitter. Her wrists were tied and she was filled with the most incredible pleasure she had ever known. She felt wanton and depraved, but safe. After all, it was her husband who was giving her all this pleasure.
She shivered and shook through another mind-blowing orgasm. Waves of hot pleasure engulfed her. Her ass-hole clutched his cock and then he came. His thick hot jism filled her bowels and brought her off again.
She shrieked as her pussy exploded again. His stiff dick kept blasting spunk into her sucking ass-hole until the brunette almost passed out.
When he finally withdrew his prick from her ass, he untied her wrists and murmured endearments in her ear. "You were wonderful, honey," he said, closing his arms around her and kissing her long and hard. "The best fuck in town."
They fell asleep in each other's arms.