I wrote this in two days, in between other work. It's about a loving couple who try role-playing a rape fantasy. Cute ending. I didn't bother editing it, though. Better stuff coming soon.
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This Isn't What It Looks Like
Michelle and I had been drunk and laughing it up in the hotel lobby. Having only just arrived in Memphis earlier that afternoon, we'd only settled into the hotel, taking advantage of the pool and bar. We were saving the sightseeing for tomorrow. Fifteen years together and Michelle and I still acted new lovers and best friends.
"I'm gonna go upstairs, slip out of this dress and wait for you. What do you think of that?" Michelle said, while playfully fiddling with the top button of my shirt.
"I'm pretty drunk," I said. "May need to give me a while to sober up. Why don't you get started without me?"
"Oh, you want me to play with myself?" she whispered.
"You are to cum no fewer than three times. I'll give you an hour. Then turn off the lights and go to bed. You're getting a surprise visitor tonight."
"You mean?"
I looked my wife up and down. At 39 and after two kids, she was still very fit, with perky b-cups. I then looked her in the eyes. "Here's a fantasy for you. You're alone on a business trip. You're horny, so you fuck yourself and finally go to sleep... only to be woken up to your pussy being drilled. Relentlessly. He's going to take you and use you like a piece of meat."
"This sounds interesting," said Michelle, raising an eyebrow. So cute when she does that, I thought.
"I think so, too."
"On one condition," said Michelle.
"What's that?"
"You have to get loud."
Michelle used to love getting loud when we fucked when we were younger. In our college dorm days, her nickname was "Screamer." She got off on others hearing her and she often encouraged me to get vocal, too. I thought it was all in good fun and participated to her heart's desire. It had been a while since she'd last ask me to do this for her, though.
Just then, we heard a commotion coming from one of the booths. A beefy jock-looking fellow with a fake tan pounded his fist on the table and pushed the girl sitting across from away as she was trying to reach for him. I couldn't help but notice her huge tits swinging back and forth as he jostled away from her. He stood up and stormed out of the pub, leaving the woman alone almost in tears. She began to gather her purse and quietly picked up the bill from the table before walking past us. Looked like their night had been ruined, I thought.
I turned my attention back to Michelle. "Okay, get going. I'll give you an hour."
Michelle jolted up while giggling excitedly, then winked at me and scurried off to the elevator. She would be fucking herself in no time, I thought and I couldn't wait to play out this fantasy. Sneaking in, feeling my way through the room in the darkness, removing the blanket and accosting her from behind, slamming my thick cock into that wet pussy.
An hour later, well past 11 p.m. and after two more drinks I shouldn't have had, I stepped out of the elevator on the second floor and turned right. I knew our room was the first door past the elevator. I reached to find my keycard when I noticed Michelle had left the door just ajar enough that it hadn't locked in place. I figured she was really playing this fantasy to the limit. An "unknowingly" opened door would explain how a stranger had found his way into her room. I had to admit my wife had quite an imagination.
I quietly shut the door behind me and then slowly dropped to me knees. The room was pitch dark and I had to carefully crawl across the floor to make my way to the bed. Once I found it, I quickly and quietly disrobed before pulling the sheet and blanket back. Though it was very dark, I could just make out the shape of my wife's legs. So thin and firm.
I placed my hand on the back of her thigh, running it up her leg until I reached her ass. It felt firmer than normal and I made a note in my head to remember to congratulate her on the results she was getting from her new training program. She's recently picked up running. Staying in character, I pulled her shoulders flat, keeping her positioned with her back against me. I heard her first groan, as if she was waking up from a nap. Maybe she had actually nodded off, I thought. That made this even more fun. Not wanting to give her a moment to object I forced myself on top of her and rammed my already stiff cock into her pussy. As expected, it was very wet, no doubt from her masturbating earlier.
Michelle acted so surprised and let out an unusual, deep cry. It was amazing to me that by just adding some fantasy into our sex lives, how unique our experiences could be. How it didn't feel like we were fucking the same person, or at least the same way, all the time. It kept the marriage fresh. This was one of the reasons I felt our relationship was so strong, that we were willing to explore fantasies. Tonight, it almost felt like Michelle was playing the role of a totally different woman other than herself.
At first, she played the fantasy out exactly as I expected. With groans and grunts (albeit I didn't expect such guttural sounds from her), and fighting to kick me off her. But once she knew I was not going to stop pumping her pussy, she finally set back and began slamming her pussy on me with my thrusts. She got into a rhythm that was foreign to me from all our other sexual experiences, yet it worked and I never felt like I had been so deep inside her.
I then remembered she had requested I get loud. I began grunting and then started with some dirty talk, getting louder and louder.
"This pussy is mine," I yelled. "You better cum all over my cock, you bitch." I too was behaving much differently than my natural self, so now I better understood how she was able to get into the role. "Did you hear me, you slut? You are going to cum on me. And then you are going to swallow my cum. I don't want one drop of DNA evidence to be found, do you understand me."
As I continued ramming, Michelle slowly stopped, allowing me to do all the work, just pounding into her. She finally squeaked out, "Okay."
She was really playing the role, I thought. She didn't sound like herself at all. She didn't sound like the confident Michelle I knew, but instead a weak, submissive girl. I almost I'd turned the lights on before we had started, so I could see her performance and not just feel it and hear it. I began pumping harder and got even louder.
"Are you going to cum on me?" I yelled, ensuring anyone in the next room, hell, maybe the whole floor, could hear me. At this point, I didn't care.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Yes!"
And just as Michelle was about to cum on my cock, a woman barged into the room screaming. She flipped on the overhead light switch next to the door. I recognized the sound of the scream.
