Peter had always been fascinated by the concept of rape. It wasn't something he could contemplate actually doing, but, whenever he saw a rape on screen, or read about it in a book, he got excited.
He also knew that women fantasized about being raped, but then the same women were really vociferous about the men who rape women.
In his view there were two conflicting views on the subject for each sex, classic cognitive dissonance, opposing views unresolved.
Peter was sure, however, that he would never be put in a situation where he would have to make a choice between his two views on the rape of women.
Sally was totally unlike her husband Peter in many ways, and one of them was that she didn't spend time pondering abstract ideas, she just got on with life. For Sally, sex was mostly a physical thing, whenever Peter stimulated her clitoris with his fingers or tongue, she almost always had an orgasm.
Sometimes, however, she couldn't quite get to her climax, and then she fantasized about being raped, usually by two or three well hung men, and that always worked.
She didn't worry about her mixed feelings, she just accepted things as they were.
"Are you still going out with the girls tonight darling?" Peter asked his beautiful wife.
"Yes my love, I told you already, we're going to that new Thai restaurant in town." Sally explained, sounding exasperated with her husband.
"Why don't you take a taxi there and back, it's not a very safe area?" Peter suggested.
"We've been through all this, I won't be late home, and I'd rather drive, besides, taxis are expensive." Sally closed the discussion.
"Ok, well, when I'm on my way home I'll call by the restaurant. If you are still there I can walk you to your car."
"You are such a fuss pot, I'll be fine, you get off to your meetings, I have to go to work."
Both Peter and Sally had very busy days, and Peter's working day stretched long into the evening as he had a dinner with a prospective client.
Sally dashed home to change, stripped off her work skirt and top, touched up her make up, swapped her day time granny knickers and boring bra for a nearly new, pale blue, lacy bra and thong set. She grabbed the trousers that she had planned to wear, only to find a mark on the material.
Starting to panic, because of the time, she grabbed a dress, slipped it over her head, put on her high heels, grabbed her handbag, had a quick look in the mirror and left the house.
It was only when she was half way to the restaurant that she realised which dress she had chosen. She intended to put on a rather conservative black dress, that was fine for any occasion, but although the dress she was wearing was black, it was a much sexier, short dress. In addition, she still had on the tiny underwear set, which would be visible through the thin dress.
"Damn!"she said to herself, "oh well, it's too late to change now."
When she reached the street the restaurant was on, her day got worse. There were absolutely no parking spaces in the street, which was where she had intended to park, so she had to go on to the multi storey car park, and even then she had to go up to the third floor to find a space.
She squeezed out of her car, pressed the button to lock it and headed for the lift, but it was out of order, so she had to walk down the stairs. She then set off tottering on the uneven pavement towards the restaurant. Every man she passed ogled her bum, and she was remembering her husband's words about how rough the area was. She hated to admit it, but he was right.
Finally she reached the door of the Thai restaurant, and she burst in with relief. It was extremely busy, every table was full, mostly with men, although there were a few mixed tables. She could see her crowd of girls sitting around a big oval table near the back of the noisy room, but getting there was going to be an obstacle course.
Sally knew that there was no choice, she would have to squeeze her way through, and she knew that she was going to get groped by quite a few of the men. At first it went well, she chose a route between tables of couples, and the men were polite and moved their chairs to let her through, and, apart from staring at her boobs, they behaved themselves. Unfortunately she then had to negotiate her way between two pairs of round tables occupied entirely by men.
"Excuse me, can I get through?" Sally asked politely.
"Perhaps, for the right price." The young man responded cheekily.
"Just move, little boy, before I hurt you." Sally fired back.
The young man reached around Sally and grabbed a bum cheek in each hand and pulled her towards him as he stood up. His left hand released her cheek and held the back of her head, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. As he was kissing her he rubbed his right hand up and down the crack of her arse, but Sally was also twisting around so she was effectively past the first pair of tables.
She broke free of the kiss and started to move away, but the horny man reached around her and grabbed both breasts, so Sally reached behind and thumped his balls.
"Christ, you bitch!" The man cried out, releasing Sally.
Unfortunately Sally was propelled forwards, straight into the arms of another suitor. He wrapped his arms around her and went for the kiss, but this time she was ready, and quickly head butted him, and brought her knee up between his legs, making fairly good contact with his balls.
"Fuck!" he muttered under his breath, "you'll pay for that bitch!"
Finally Sally was through and as she approached her table all her friends clapped. The injured man muttered something to his friends as Sally sat down at her place.
"Way to go girl!" her friend Christine said.
