"I'm a mad rapist and I'm going to fuck you in every room of this house. If you make a sound, I will spank your arse. If you say a word, I will fuck your arse. Do you understand?"
Ever since my wife had returned from her first session at the local gym, hot, sweaty and as horny as hell, we had agreed that we would surprise each other in turns by acting out any fantasy we wanted. Tonight was my turn but I know it was one she had too, although all the details were to be of my choosing.
That first night she had just jumped onto our bed, tore the duvet away and dived on my naked body. I don't think my cock had ever had so much pleasurable punishment as that night. Since then, her choice had been for me to walk in on her wanking herself with a huge vibrator up her cunt as she fingered her arsehole while I had asked her to shave her pussy bald. There had been other adventures since but tonight, as I said, it was my turn.
I had leapt on her from behind the bedroom door as she had walked into the darkened room, not knowing what to expect. I had one hand over her mouth and the other arm around her waist, keeping her quiet and holding her still.
"Do you understand?" I asked again. She nodded "yes" as her fright subsided and her breathing returned to normal. I held on to her like this and marched her over to the bedroom window. It ran from the ceiling to just above waist height and I commanded her to place her hands on the wooden window sill. As she did so I opened the curtains and we both looked out into the dark night, hardly able to even distinguish items in the garden. The houses opposite still had lights on in some of the windows and I knew if anyone happened to look our way then they would be able to see exactly what we were up to. Especially as I had turned on the light.
I ran my hands over my wife's fat belly (that's why she was going to the gym, even though I loved every inch of her oversized body) and made my way under her baggy t-shirt, up to her big, fat tits. Her white sports bra was straining to contain her massive breasts so I unhooked the front-opening clasp and let them swing free. They felt hot and sweaty underneath and I knew she had come straight from the exercise bike without showering. I squeezed both of her tits gently, enjoying the weight of them in my hands. Then I moved to her deliciously long nipples and rubbed them, just as gently, between each forefinger and thumb. She moaned as she always did when I played with her sensitive nipples and I whispered in her ear, "That's a spanking I owe you."
I thought my cock was hard as I hid behind the door awaiting her arrival but the idea that any one of our neighbours could be secretly watching me play with my wife's fabulous tits made it strain for attention.
"Can you feel my cock pressing against your arse?"
In reply she simply wiggled her hips and pressed back so that my prick was firmly ensconced between her fat cheeks.
"Let's see if your cunt's as ready," as I lowered her jogging trousers and removed the tiny thong from her sweaty arse and cunt. I pulled them both down until they were around her ankles then said, "Open your legs." She opened them as far as she was able, as far as her new ankle "bracelets" would allow. I ran my right hand down from toying with her nipple, down over her swollen belly, down over her bald lips and ran my fingers along her dripping slit.
"I guess you're ready but I think I have to taste that sweet pussy before I fuck it."
The bed was less than two feet from the window so I sat down on it then leaned back, my legs hanging over the side and my rampant cock pointing to the ceiling.
"Slide back on to my mouth."
Sitting first on my lap, she manoeuvred herself along my thighs, pushed herself over my cock, and squirmed her fat arse up to my face until her dripping cunt was in line with my mouth. I couldn't see a thing except her fat, sweaty arse; my nose was pressing against her tightest hole and my tongue was lapping as quickly as it could the juices dripping from her pussy. As she sat upright, again, anyone still watching from outside would be able to see the expression of lust on her face, her hands on her own tits and her whole body moving as she tried to make herself cum on my tongue. However, this was to be my fantasy, so I raised both hands, grabbed both of her fat arse cheeks from behind and forced her off my mouth and down towards my prick.
"Put your hands back on the window sill." To do so she had to stand in front of the window again. I moved behind her, lined up my cock with her cunt and pushed. I slid all the way in with that one thrust and heard her moaning at being full. "I guess that means another spanking."
I sat back down on the edge of the bed again and pulled her with me, grabbing her wide hips and pushing my cock even deeper in as she landed on me.
"Now, ride that cock."
She didn't need to be told twice and started to jump up and down on my cock, almost standing upright as my cock slid out of her pussy then plummeting back down again to impale herself. She rode me like a madwoman, her hands still outstretched on the window sill and her huge arse bouncing up and down on my lap. With that kind of treatment, I was never going to last very long and, sure enough, within a few minutes I could start to feel my balls tingling.
"Make yourself cum," I whispered to her and she eagerly brought down her right hand and rubbed frantically at her clit. She couldn't take much more either and, just as my cum started to shoot out of my cock and into her pussy, her body started to tremble.
"Yesss!" she screamed. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." So was I. My spunk filled her cunt and started to drip out of her onto my balls and we both fell backwards on to the bed. As she fell back my cock slid out of her cunt and my spunk flowed from her open hole.
Normally, after a fuck like that, we would cuddle together and enjoy the feel of each other's bodies but tonight was to be my fantasy night so I struggled to my feet, helped Alison get to her's, reluctantly, and reminded her, "Every room in the house."
The first room facing us as we left the bedroom was the bathroom so that's where we went although Alison was finding walking difficult with shaky legs and her trousers and knickers still around her ankles. She sat down on the toilet and reached down to take them off but I told her to leave them where they were. I don't know what it is but I find a woman with her knickers half way down her legs, or even at her ankles, incredibly sexy.
She looked up with resignation but with a smile too as she knows me only too well. "Well, what's next?"