My wife and I have been married for almost seven years now, and though we were very happy our sex life was somewhat lacking the spark it used to have. One day while discussing this with her she confessed that she had a slight fantasy of being raped or forced, as she put it. I was immediately turned on and asked her to tell me more. She just shrugged and dropped the subject seeming a bit embarrassed.
I had always considered myself a gentle giving lover the way I thought most women enjoyed it, but apparently my wife of seven years liked it rough and just now decided to inform me. My mind spun with this new information not sure how to gauge what she wanted, I spent the next couple of weeks being a little more aggressive when we made love. I discovered she liked her ass spanked, hair pulled, and much to my delight even some light anal play. This new turn of events had definitely put the spark back in our sex life, and kept me smiling everyday. After contemplating the idea several times I decided to take it a step further and see if I could make her fantasy come true. That evening I called her to explain that I would have to work late and to go on to bed without me. She wasn't happy about it as she made clear she was horny earlier in the day. Straining to keep the good mood out of my voice I told her I was sorry and would take her to dinner the following night for a little romance. She agreed and went to bed still pouting a little.
I got in my car and cruised around for about thirty minutes before getting on the main road to take the rest of the ten minute drive home. I slowly pulled into the drive turning off my lights before they could shine through any of the windows. Looking at the clock it had been a good forty five minutes since she had went to bed. So, grabbing my mask and the handcuffs I had picked up several days earlier I entered my home. Once inside I slid the mask over my face and pulled my shoes and socks off. I could hear her heavy breathing as I stepped toward the bedroom where she had left the door open.
I walk up to the side of the bed looking at her long brunette hair flowing around her face, framing her pouting lips. She started moving slightly readjusting her arms in legs.
"Honey," she mumbled in a quiet voice.
Taking my opportunity I placed my hand over her mouth and sternly said, "Be quiet, or I'll make this hurt!"
Her eyes flew open and she started squirming to get away when she saw the masked man standing over her bed holding her mouth closed. Jerking the blanket off of her I grabbed one hand and snapped the handcuff around it. Still covering her mouth I leaned over her staring into her eyes.
In a menacing voice I demanded, "Stop struggling! I swear if you don't be quiet and quit fighting it's going to get worse!"
She stopped moving and I released her mouth as I snapped the other handcuff on. To my surprise she didn't say anything she just layed there with a terrified look in her big brown eyes. Looking her over she was just as sexy to me as the first day we met. Lying in just her panties, her large breast sticking up in the air as her nipples began to harden from the cool breeze of jerking the blanket off just begging to be sucked. Holding on to the short chain between the cuffs in one hand to keep her from trying to run or fight me. I didn't want to cuff her to anything this time so I could move her around as I wished.
"Don't try to run or I'll cuff you to the bed! Do you understand?"