She had the perfect husband, amazing kids, and a job that most would die to have. The only problem, she felt empty inside. No matter how good she had it, she felt like something was missing. So like most do, she went to the internet to search for something to kindle the fire inside her. A variety of websites from pure porn to kinky chat groups, she found the rougher the theme the wetter she got. Just masturbating to stories and videos put a smile back on her face, even a bit heat back in the bedroom with her man. But when she asked him to choke her one night as she was on the edge of orgasm he stopped abruptly and pulled out of her. Feeling dirty, feeling embarrassed she didn’t mention it again.
She leaned on a few of the darker chat groups she had found to get her fix. Even found some men and women that she talked to quite openly about fantasy and this deep need to be forcibly taken. Was she sick? Why would she want to be hurt? Was it normal to want a stranger inside her? She found others like her. It just made her hunger for it even more but sad that she would never feel it in her real life. She found one man in particular that really seemed to understand her. Slowly her conversations with all others slowed as she spent any waking second she had alone on with him. She opened herself completely and even joked about how she hoped he found her one day, used her like she needed to be used. Not aware that he knew exactly where she was. Little hints, little clues, months of conversation, pictures, cyber moments had confirmed her identity and location to him.
Her husband was taking the kids to his parents and having a night out with his best friend. Everything had been a bit off with them since that one unfortunate night and she got wet thinking that he would be gone drinking all night leaving her, her vibrator, and her stranger to a long night of cumming. When he left she set up the laptop in the bedroom, locked the front door, grabbed a bottle of wine and undressed. She drank waiting for him to come online, she even pre arranged it. Why was he late? She got frustrated and kept drinking. Slamming the computer closed she turned the lights off, not even bothering with self play. She started to drift off to sleep when her phone buzzed. “Open the back door.” The text from an unknown number. “You have the wrong number.” she replied and rolled over, closing her eyes when it vibrated again on the nightstand.
“I said open the back door slut!” if she was groggy at all it immediately went away. She sat up freaked out and wondering what to do, should she call the cops? She put on a robe and started to slowly walk down the steps. Vibrations in her clenched fist. “I didn’t tell you to put on a robe, whore…….open the door and let me in.” Was it him? It couldn’t be? What had she done…she couldn’t call her husband to reveal her situation, he would divorce her, she would lose the kids. Vibrations “Take off that shitty robe now or you will feel my wrath.” She froze in the dark hall next to the kitchen. She peeked in, across to the locked door as her robe pooled at her feet. Vibrations “good little slut, now let in your wolf” It was him, would he hurt her, would he kill her? She stepped to the door.
Her body trembling she clicked the latch and pulled open the door. Nobody was there, she looked around the back yard in the moonlit glow but nothing. Her fear started to subside as it must of been a prank. She closed the door, locked it as a smile start to spread on her face till she thought about the robe she left in the hall. How could this strange text know about the robe……. *hands grab her roughly and cover her screams as she is pulled through the kitchen and drug up the stairs flailing. He was so strong. She couldn’t breathe with his large hands on her. Whispers “the more you struggle the more I will have to hurt you.” She went limp, his grip loosened as he pushed her into the bedroom. She turned and looked at him. It was her husband and his best friend standing behind him. She hadn’t even heard the second set of footsteps, but no more fear only pure anger as she started to yell and swing her fists.
He let her hit him standing in silence for a moment before grabbing her wrists and spinning her around toward the bed. His hand on her throat squeezing. “I said the more you struggle the more I will have to hurt you!” What was happening? Confusion spinning in her mind with the wine not helping. He pinned her down on the mattress roughly and held her there as he undressed. His friend helped to hold her still as they both stripped then pulled her onto the bed. Her hands were pulled from the opposite side of the bed, she looked up to find her husband holding her. His friend running his hands over her bottom and spreading her legs. He began to spank her and all she could do was cry out, looking in his eyes. They were so dark, he pinned both hands under one of his then grabbed a chunk of her hair. Holding her head in place “Open that filthy mouth of yours, I know how to keep you from screaming.” She refused and he forced his fingers in her mouth and opened it for her. She bit his fingers and while his friend was now pushing himself into her en-flamed ass he yanked her head to the side sharply and slapped her face. She winced as it turned as red as her backside, then he forced her mouth open again. She held it open this time as he filled it with his cock. Holding her face he fucked her face as her ass was being pounded.
They took turns using her in every way possible. She was bruised and soaked as he instructed the best man at their wedding to lay on the bed and fill her ass again. It stung when he pulled her down on his rod but she had no strength left to complain. She watched her man climb up above her and bury his cock in her dripping swollen cunt. “Is this what you wanted? Is this what you need!” He barked at her as his hand clenched around her throat. Unable to speak, barely able to breath both men emptied their loads into her. His tight grip was release and he pulled out quickly only to wipe the cum on the side of her leg. She was pushed and rolled off of the other as his cock slithered out of her. He never said a thing, just dressed and walked out. She lay there in the dark with a man she was not sure she recognized anymore looming over her from the side of the bed.
He took a few minutes to compose himself, sat down and gently brushed her damp hair away from her face. “Are you ok?” She didn’t know what to say at first. “Yes.” lightly said. More silence. “I found your computer on a few nights after you asked me to choke you. I guess I was worried that I was not giving you what you needed to be happy. I had no idea what I was even looking at…at first but after finding the sites you were into, I had my friend create an account to chat with you. We both have been talking to you as your stranger for the whole time, trying to make you happy. I should of just asked you, I should of not made you feel like I did when you opened up to me in passion. But now I understand and I am sure I will find new ways to give you everything you desire.” She was weeping as he held her, laying together. “Did you….did you like it too?” He took a deep breath, “yea I mean it was tough to let you be with another but I trust him and honestly I could feel how wet you were. How excited yet scared you were. Is it what you hoped for?” she rolled over and kissed him. “Oh god yes, you had be totally freaked out at first but I never felt so full and when you both got rough it helped me cum even harder.” They kissed again. Silently drifting off to sleep knowing there was a whole new world of pleasure they would be exploring openly together.
Exploring Desires 