It was a cool evening as Alan pulled onto his quiet street in his car. It had been a long day at work, hell, one might even say a long week. Every day had been filled with extra hours to meet project goals. He desperately needed to unwind.
He had told his wife, Kate, that he would be working late and she was going to wait for him before starting to cook dinner. She was a great wife and they had a good relationship by many measures. Unfortunately, their sex life had hit a rough patch and things had begun to feel routine and the sex was beginning to become routine, predictable and sporadic. If Alan could feel it he was sure Kate was feeling it too and so he had become resolute in trying to spice things up at any cost.
A few months prior in an initial effort to try and fix things, Alan had initiated post-sex conversation to try and find some common sexual curiosities with hopes of finding a clue to re-ignite the passion which had all but been lost. Much to Alan's surprise Kate had hesitated initially in discussing what was recently captivating her but once she started talking had eagerly revealed to him that she had been browsing online sex stories, or as Alan would later call them -- "Kate's Smut". She went on to tell him that she had become fixated on stories involving consent-non-consent (CNC) and rape fantasies. The fire in her eyes as she described how much these stories had turned her on was all Alan had needed to hear, for her eyes told more about her passion for this kink than her words ever could. Alan could do nothing in his confusion but sit intently and listen while trying to overcome his state of shock as she described this new-found kink to him.
The concept behind non-consensual sex activities had been so foreign to Alan that he had spent many days and sleepless nights after the conversation trying to understand the kink, what made it sexy and how different people had turned the fantasy into reality. Everyday Alan would balance out his research and almost instantly hear about some famous celebrity who had ruined their career over something similar; he felt like he was walking into a trap and he easily saw the forbiddenness of it. While her kinks initially did nothing for him, the immersion into the subject and the taboo nature of it slowly began to draw him in deeper. The elements of control, self-fulfilling pleasure, and prohibited nature of the activities had grown on him until he was obsessed. Without consciously knowing it, in a relatively short amount of time, her kink had become his. Without realizing it he had begun making plans to fulfill both of their needs and desires.
With Kate not expecting him home for another couple of hours, Alan parked his car down the street. The older neighborhood had so much to offer when they had purchased their house several years ago but one thing the streets lacked was good lighting. The dark shadows cloaked the city block concealing the possibility of both danger and possibility. The few street lights that illuminated the street were barely enough to chase away the darkness but provided a soft warm glow along the city sidewalks. As he sat there in the dark of his car, camouflaged by the night, he began rehearsing the plan in his head trying his hardest to help ensure it would go flawlessly. Despite this being her desire, he began debating if he had the nerve to follow through. What if something went Wrong? What if a neighbor phoned it in? What if it was to realistic and it hurt her mentally or physically?
Despite his reservations, he kept thinking back to the fateful conversation that had opened his mind to an entirely new world. Despite her innocent demeanor his wife still really liked to be fucked and as far as he could tell she enjoyed when he would get rough with her. It was because of this that he convinced himself to keep the course. For him this could be the ultimate spark, giving her that fantasy she so desperately yearned for when she had confided in him. After all he may have adopted this fantasy but it was initially hers, this was for her. Deep in thought and as he worked through his reservations and hesitations, he didn't consciously notice that he had been fidgeting and had put on his leather gloves and was now playing with the balaclava that he had bought. When he finally realized the gloves were on he quietly got out of his vehicle before he traversed the looming shadows down the street to his house. Kate had not yet closed the blinds and as he slowly approached the house he could see her shadows on the walls inside as she moved between rooms, occasionally he would get a glimpse of her but only briefly as she continued about her evening tinkering while waiting for his call or text.
As he got closer he could feel his heart beating faster with each step. Once on his property he slipped the balaclava on and made his way around the house peaking into the windows until he saw her. She stood there in their guest bedroom in front of a mountain of laundry and was folding a few articles at a time before moving to other rooms to put it away. From the safety of the shadows he peered at her through the window, she was gorgeous as the day they had met. Despite the lull in their sex life, she was the only woman he wanted. Her long straight hair and perfect B-cups complimented by an ass that drew the looks of men and women alike when they were out in public.
