Tanya knew what to expect though; he would come into the room pretending to be a stranger and take her. First he would sit on the edge of the bed and touch her. Touch her intimate places; toy with her nipples; slide her panties to one side and explore her pussy with his eager fingers. She would hear his heavy breathing as he probed her intimately; as he violated her. Then he would undress and climb on the bed and squat over her face and make her suck his cock; make her run her tongue over his shaft and make her lick his scrotum.
All the while she would of course be telling him no. Protesting against his intrusion; telling him to stop taking advantage of her. He wouldn’t take any notice of course. He wanted her. He wanted to pleasure himself with her young, slim, attractive body. He wanted to get his hardness inside her tight, moist vagina. He wanted to fill her with his seed. Relieve himself of the sexual tension that had built up inside him over the last few days.
He would cut away her panties with his penknife; strip her of any vestige of modesty before using his tongue on her. She would cry ‘no’. She would try to hold her emotions in check; try to stave off those waves of sexual pleasure. He shouldn’t be there; he shouldn’t be touching her in this way; he shouldn’t be making her enjoy his assault. But that tongue! Oh that tongue; would work its way inside her; work its way around her labia; tease her clitoris; delve inside her most intimate of places; that tongue of his would succeed in bringing down her defences. It would soon have her calling out a different ‘no’. “No don’t stop!” would be her next call to him.
He would stop of course. He would stop and place a pillow under her buttocks. He would stop to run the tip of his cock between her wet cunt lips. He would stop to press his manhood against her entrance. He would stop to plunge it hard and deep inside her. He would stop to claim his prize and use her for his pleasure. And she would respond by raising her hips to meet his thrusts. She would respond by telling him to fuck her harder. She would respond by urging him on to take her. She would respond by begging him to fill her with his seed. She would respond by screaming out as she climaxed. She would respond by whimpering softly as she lay there enjoying the aftermath of her orgasm. She would respond by telling him ‘thank you’ as he kissed her afterwards taking off the blindfold and releasing her.
Tanya knew everything to be expected. They had done this many times before. It was her favourite fantasy and her husband was only too pleased to oblige and satisfy her. Of course her fantasy was that it would be a stranger. A highly improbable one at that but she remained in hope. She secretly hoped that one day he might allow her to enjoy the fantasy for real. Of course it would mean him giving up sole rights of possession of her body to another man. Mark was not that kind of man though. Mark loved her very much and was possessive. Or was he? Sometimes he would tease her and say “One day you never know I might invite a stranger in”. She would laugh and goad him by telling him that he hadn’t got the guts to do it. Mark would just smile and say, “Well we shall see”.
And that is exactly what happened the last time they had done it two weeks earlier. ‘And that is exactly what will happen tonight’ she thought to herself as she lay there waiting for him. Waiting in anticipation of the pleasures to come.
The wait was longer this time though she had heard the telephone ring and knew that he must have been delayed. The extra wait though helped increase her anticipation; she was longing for his entrance. Suddenly her arousal dissipated when she thought she heard the front door closing. Then she heard footsteps; someone was coming up the stairs. She strained her ears for the sound of Mark’s usual footstep but they sounded different. They had to be Mark’s though. They couldn’t be anybody else’s!
Her anxiety increased when she heard the bedroom door open and then close. The door was closed quietly. Mark never closed doors quietly! Mark was noisy. Suddenly she felt a presence at the side of her and then heard the sound of someone undressing. Mark never did that!
“Mark,” she called out.
No reply came.
“Mark,” she called out louder.
Still no response.
Suddenly she felt a weight on the bed as someone sat down. “Oh my God you’re not Mark are you!” she said.
Still there was silence as a she felt hand on her midriff. It definitely wasn’t Mark. This man had larger hands; rougher hands; and they were on her body. “Oh my God!” she cried out.
Suddenly she knew that this was real. Mark had actually done it. “Where’s Mark?” she called out.
The man still remained silent. She wanted Mark there. She wanted her husband there. She didn’t want a stranger there. “Please say something,” she pleaded as she pulled on her bonds hoping that somehow they would give.
Still no response came.
“Why won’t you speak?” she asked. Suddenly the horror hit her. He wasn’t speaking because she would recognise his voice.
“Oh my God, you know me don’t you?”
Suddenly he touched her stomach with his finger and began drawing a letter. She recognised the letter ‘Y’ followed by the letters ‘E’ and ‘S’.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! You’re really going to fuck me aren’t you?” she cried out.
Again he wrote the word ‘yes’ across her stomach with his finger.
“Please don’t,” she told him “Please, I don’t want this”.
He wrote on her stomach again.