Hi, I’m Josh. I don’t really know where else to talk about this. I confided in May in exchange for complete anonymity.
A few things to unpack I guess.
I consider myself a wholly average and nice guy. Average in looks, genuinely care for those around me and a hard worker.
First of all, I abhor ****. I’m a total white Knight and the idea of forcing myself on a woman doesn’t turn me on at all.
I don’t get off on watching a woman getting ***** either. Even the word **** makes me uncomfortable.
My wife, however, helped me discover a certain aspect of **** that turns me on like nothing else.
The thought of a girl enjoying **** is extremely arousing to me. Not me doing the ******, but the fact that something so dark and twisted would be enjoyable for a woman.
Especially if that woman was my wife.
Does that make me a bad guy?
I consider myself a highly moral and ethical person. I support BLM, trans rights, and generally being decent to everyone. I don’t get how people can be mean to each other.
So, all things considered, why does this kink excite me?
My wife, Mandy, is a sweet girl. Quiet as a mouse, and shy as heck. We’re considered vanilla in all aspects. Generally speaking, we’re not highly sexual people.
Mandy isn’t the type to initiate sex. She doesn’t do anal, she doesn’t do blowjobs. Nothing nasty so to speak.
So how did we stumble on such a dark taboo?
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I don’t quite remember how we got onto the subject of forced sex.
When we were cuddling in bed, the topic came up and something trembled in my gut.
Mandy told me that some stuff happened to her in the past. Nothing detailed and nothing I want to talk about.
Anyway, it shocked me. For an innocent girl to open up about the fact that now and also that she masturbated to some forced sex porn.
I was a little twisted at first, finding it hard to understand why it was exciting for her. I didn’t judge her for it though. But under that initial shock, I found the talk kind of arousing. It made me feel sick about myself. I’m not one not these scummy assholes who would ever force himself on anyone.
But the idea, like a seed in my mind, grew over time.
We started some gentle role playing. Just me making love to Mandy, and I casually saying stuff like, “have you ever thought of it?”
“Of what?”
“The idea of another man having sex with you?”
“No Josh, I’m not like that.”
My gut twisted. Butterflies fluttered at what I was going to ask. I worried that it might ruin the evening. “I meant... Like a stranger..”
“A one night stand?”
“No. Like you didn’t have a choice in the matter...”
I felt her thighs squeeze against me. Maybe it was my imagination, but thought her pussy got a little wetter when I was inside her.
I didn’t know what possessed me. My hips rocked a bit more, my cock felt more urgent to push deeper into her.
“M-maybe. Sometimes,” she groaned.
Her breasts under her T-shirt swelled as I was on top of her. I didn’t know why but at that moment, she looked even more beautiful.
I leaned in, my lips against her ear. I felt sick even suggesting it, but there was a pulse, an urgency in my dick that needed it.
“Can we pretend if I was a stranger?” I whispered.
She whisper-giggled. “We can try, I guess. But it feels a little silly.”
I knew what she meant. We never roleplayed before. I half expected her to freak out, so this was all new territory to me.
“So how would it feel?” I asked. “I’m a stranger, and I’m inside you.”
“I think... I wouldn’t like it. He’s not supposed to be in me.”
“But, you’re so wet.”
Her pussy tightened around my cock. “Maybe it’s because it’s so wrong,” she moaned.
“You get wet from letting a stranger fuck you?”
“I guess.”
“Would you try to push him off you?”
“Yeah, of course.”
I swallowed. “Try it now.”
She did. Mandy tried to move under me. Her hips tried to push back and her arms tried to push against my chest. But I was bigger than her. I grabbed her by the wrists and held her down, pushing them hard into the mattress.
She groaned, struggling but clearly she was enjoying it.
It felt so wrong, but I never felt so excited before. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Again, the excitement didn’t come from me dominating her, it came from her enjoying the fact that she was being dominated.
My sweet Mandy enjoying the fantasy of being ***** by a stranger.
My thrusts came harder. I needed to ask her.
“Do you like being *****?”
The words hung heavy in the air. Did I cross the line?
“Yes,” she murmured.
Fuck.
“Say it, Mandy,” I whispered.
“Say what?”
“Say that you like being *****. I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”
She groaned again, the sound as sweet as her.
“I-I… I like being *****.”
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I wanted more. “Tell me to stop. I’m a stranger. This is wrong.”
Her breathing was desperate, ragged. “S-stop,” she begged.
The words were like a spell. A dark tendril crawled down my spine.
She was so wet, my cock slicked in and out of her easily. Juices leaked out and down her thighs, onto the sheets.
“Stop,” she whimpered again.
But I didn’t stop. My hands tightened around her wrists.
“A man is ****** you, and he’s going to cum if you don’t get off him.”
She struggled again, each time she moved, her pussy gripped deliciously around my cock. “I can’t, you’re too strong.”
I felt like I was free to do as I pleased. I haven’t felt Mandy this wet, this excited before and it was feeding my own arousal.
My dick pulsed.
“Admit it. You’re enjoying this. You’re not really fighting him off. You want him to **** you. Is that what it is? You’re letting a complete stranger stick his dick inside you… and he’s going to cum in you too. Would you like that?”
“Oh, god,” she moaned. “Please don’t. Please don’t cum inside me.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not on the pill. You’ll impregnate me.”
A low groan escaped my lips. It was true. Mandy and I were low key trying for a baby. If she got pregnant, so be it. She wasn’t on the pill and when we had sex, we didn’t need to worry about condoms.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “He’s ****** you, mandy. He’s ****** you and he’s going to fill your fertile womb up with his seed. You’re enjoying this.”
Mandy cried out. Her hips wrapped around me. I didn’t think she was aware of it. “Oh, God. Please don’t cum inside me,” she begged.
That was the last straw.
I fucked her as hard as I can, calling her a slut. That was new to us too. I never called her names before. Mandy liked it.
“You’re a dirty slut,” I growled into her ear. “Enjoying a stranger ****** you.”
“I don’t have a choice.”
“I can feel how turned on you are, mandy. Just admit it, you’d love to get knocked up against your will by a stranger. Say it. I want you to admit that you want to be impregnated.”
She moaned again. “Yes. I like being *****. I’m being ***** and I’m going to get pregnant from it.”
“He’s going to keep coming back every night and keep ****** you until you carry his child. You’d like that won’t you?”
I felt like a monster, being carried away with my words. But I felt her squirm beneath me, enjoying the taboo. It was like I knew what to say to arouse her further and it delighted me.
“Yes. I’d like that.”
My balls tightened. I was close.
“Tell me to stop,” I said, my fingers tightening around her wrists.
“S-stop,” she begged.
I went as hard as I could, driving my cock deep inside her. This wasn’t me making love to her. This was me taking her. Fucking her.
“God, please stop,” she whimpered.
“Fuck,” I groaned and I came. I held her down tight as my cum blasted out of her, deep and hot. Mandy moaned too, holding me as it happened.
When I was done, I leaned over to the side and fished for her vibrator. Unfortunately, she don’t usually cum from intercourse. She usually gets off from clitoral stimulation.
“I want you to orgasm, with a stranger’s cum still in you.”
I didn’t wait for a response. I pressed the toy against her clit, whilst looking at how wet and raw her pussy was. With one hand I pushed down on her pubic bush, forcing her nub to come out from under the hood. I swiped the toy up and down her slit, coating it with our juices.
When the toy came to life, Mandy shuddered. Her fingers clasped over my wrist. Her other hand covered her mouth as if she was trying to stifle her shameful moans.
It didn’t take long for her to cum. Her entire body shuddered as she cried out. I held it there until she yanked my wrist away.
I looked down, my beautiful wife, a hot sweaty mess, climaxing from a **** fantasy.
Did it make things awkward? Not at all. We cuddled but didn’t talk about it afterwards. Not in any great detail.
But since then, the whole **** scenario crept into our love making sessions.
Ever since we had a baby, the sex has taken a severe back seat. I don’t mind, because I know Mandy is exhausted most of the time.
I do feel guilty about it. I came across some websites. And the stories other women talk about… It ignited that dark desire inside me. Nothing else comes close.
If I had to be really honest, I managed to talk to some girls about it online and ended up sexting.
That alone fills me with guilt. I guess I can’t say I’ve been 100% faithful to my wife anymore. But it was an addiction. I didn’t actively seek it out, but when a girl sexts me their **** fantasies, I couldn’t help but be drawn in…
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A few things to unpack I guess.
I consider myself a wholly average and nice guy. Average in looks, genuinely care for those around me and a hard worker.
First of all, I abhor ****. I’m a total white Knight and the idea of forcing myself on a woman doesn’t turn me on at all.
I don’t get off on watching a woman getting ***** either. Even the word **** makes me uncomfortable.
My wife, however, helped me discover a certain aspect of **** that turns me on like nothing else.
The thought of a girl enjoying **** is extremely arousing to me. Not me doing the ******, but the fact that something so dark and twisted would be enjoyable for a woman.
Especially if that woman was my wife.
Does that make me a bad guy?
I consider myself a highly moral and ethical person. I support BLM, trans rights, and generally being decent to everyone. I don’t get how people can be mean to each other.
So, all things considered, why does this kink excite me?
My wife, Mandy, is a sweet girl. Quiet as a mouse, and shy as heck. We’re considered vanilla in all aspects. Generally speaking, we’re not highly sexual people.
Mandy isn’t the type to initiate sex. She doesn’t do anal, she doesn’t do blowjobs. Nothing nasty so to speak.
So how did we stumble on such a dark taboo?
===
I don’t quite remember how we got onto the subject of forced sex.
When we were cuddling in bed, the topic came up and something trembled in my gut.
Mandy told me that some stuff happened to her in the past. Nothing detailed and nothing I want to talk about.
Anyway, it shocked me. For an innocent girl to open up about the fact that now and also that she masturbated to some forced sex porn.
I was a little twisted at first, finding it hard to understand why it was exciting for her. I didn’t judge her for it though. But under that initial shock, I found the talk kind of arousing. It made me feel sick about myself. I’m not one not these scummy assholes who would ever force himself on anyone.
But the idea, like a seed in my mind, grew over time.
We started some gentle role playing. Just me making love to Mandy, and I casually saying stuff like, “have you ever thought of it?”
“Of what?”
“The idea of another man having sex with you?”
“No Josh, I’m not like that.”
My gut twisted. Butterflies fluttered at what I was going to ask. I worried that it might ruin the evening. “I meant... Like a stranger..”
“A one night stand?”
“No. Like you didn’t have a choice in the matter...”
I felt her thighs squeeze against me. Maybe it was my imagination, but thought her pussy got a little wetter when I was inside her.
I didn’t know what possessed me. My hips rocked a bit more, my cock felt more urgent to push deeper into her.
“M-maybe. Sometimes,” she groaned.
Her breasts under her T-shirt swelled as I was on top of her. I didn’t know why but at that moment, she looked even more beautiful.
I leaned in, my lips against her ear. I felt sick even suggesting it, but there was a pulse, an urgency in my dick that needed it.
“Can we pretend if I was a stranger?” I whispered.
She whisper-giggled. “We can try, I guess. But it feels a little silly.”
I knew what she meant. We never roleplayed before. I half expected her to freak out, so this was all new territory to me.
“So how would it feel?” I asked. “I’m a stranger, and I’m inside you.”
“I think... I wouldn’t like it. He’s not supposed to be in me.”
“But, you’re so wet.”
Her pussy tightened around my cock. “Maybe it’s because it’s so wrong,” she moaned.
“You get wet from letting a stranger fuck you?”
“I guess.”
“Would you try to push him off you?”
“Yeah, of course.”
I swallowed. “Try it now.”
She did. Mandy tried to move under me. Her hips tried to push back and her arms tried to push against my chest. But I was bigger than her. I grabbed her by the wrists and held her down, pushing them hard into the mattress.
She groaned, struggling but clearly she was enjoying it.
It felt so wrong, but I never felt so excited before. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Again, the excitement didn’t come from me dominating her, it came from her enjoying the fact that she was being dominated.
My sweet Mandy enjoying the fantasy of being ***** by a stranger.
My thrusts came harder. I needed to ask her.
“Do you like being *****?”
The words hung heavy in the air. Did I cross the line?
“Yes,” she murmured.
Fuck.
“Say it, Mandy,” I whispered.
“Say what?”
“Say that you like being *****. I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”
She groaned again, the sound as sweet as her.
“I-I… I like being *****.”
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I wanted more. “Tell me to stop. I’m a stranger. This is wrong.”
Her breathing was desperate, ragged. “S-stop,” she begged.
The words were like a spell. A dark tendril crawled down my spine.
She was so wet, my cock slicked in and out of her easily. Juices leaked out and down her thighs, onto the sheets.
“Stop,” she whimpered again.
But I didn’t stop. My hands tightened around her wrists.
“A man is ****** you, and he’s going to cum if you don’t get off him.”
She struggled again, each time she moved, her pussy gripped deliciously around my cock. “I can’t, you’re too strong.”
I felt like I was free to do as I pleased. I haven’t felt Mandy this wet, this excited before and it was feeding my own arousal.
My dick pulsed.
“Admit it. You’re enjoying this. You’re not really fighting him off. You want him to **** you. Is that what it is? You’re letting a complete stranger stick his dick inside you… and he’s going to cum in you too. Would you like that?”
“Oh, god,” she moaned. “Please don’t. Please don’t cum inside me.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not on the pill. You’ll impregnate me.”
A low groan escaped my lips. It was true. Mandy and I were low key trying for a baby. If she got pregnant, so be it. She wasn’t on the pill and when we had sex, we didn’t need to worry about condoms.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “He’s ****** you, mandy. He’s ****** you and he’s going to fill your fertile womb up with his seed. You’re enjoying this.”
Mandy cried out. Her hips wrapped around me. I didn’t think she was aware of it. “Oh, God. Please don’t cum inside me,” she begged.
That was the last straw.
I fucked her as hard as I can, calling her a slut. That was new to us too. I never called her names before. Mandy liked it.
“You’re a dirty slut,” I growled into her ear. “Enjoying a stranger ****** you.”
“I don’t have a choice.”
“I can feel how turned on you are, mandy. Just admit it, you’d love to get knocked up against your will by a stranger. Say it. I want you to admit that you want to be impregnated.”
She moaned again. “Yes. I like being *****. I’m being ***** and I’m going to get pregnant from it.”
“He’s going to keep coming back every night and keep ****** you until you carry his child. You’d like that won’t you?”
I felt like a monster, being carried away with my words. But I felt her squirm beneath me, enjoying the taboo. It was like I knew what to say to arouse her further and it delighted me.
“Yes. I’d like that.”
My balls tightened. I was close.
“Tell me to stop,” I said, my fingers tightening around her wrists.
“S-stop,” she begged.
I went as hard as I could, driving my cock deep inside her. This wasn’t me making love to her. This was me taking her. Fucking her.
“God, please stop,” she whimpered.
“Fuck,” I groaned and I came. I held her down tight as my cum blasted out of her, deep and hot. Mandy moaned too, holding me as it happened.
When I was done, I leaned over to the side and fished for her vibrator. Unfortunately, she don’t usually cum from intercourse. She usually gets off from clitoral stimulation.
“I want you to orgasm, with a stranger’s cum still in you.”
I didn’t wait for a response. I pressed the toy against her clit, whilst looking at how wet and raw her pussy was. With one hand I pushed down on her pubic bush, forcing her nub to come out from under the hood. I swiped the toy up and down her slit, coating it with our juices.
When the toy came to life, Mandy shuddered. Her fingers clasped over my wrist. Her other hand covered her mouth as if she was trying to stifle her shameful moans.
It didn’t take long for her to cum. Her entire body shuddered as she cried out. I held it there until she yanked my wrist away.
I looked down, my beautiful wife, a hot sweaty mess, climaxing from a **** fantasy.
Did it make things awkward? Not at all. We cuddled but didn’t talk about it afterwards. Not in any great detail.
But since then, the whole **** scenario crept into our love making sessions.
Ever since we had a baby, the sex has taken a severe back seat. I don’t mind, because I know Mandy is exhausted most of the time.
I do feel guilty about it. I came across some websites. And the stories other women talk about… It ignited that dark desire inside me. Nothing else comes close.
If I had to be really honest, I managed to talk to some girls about it online and ended up sexting.
That alone fills me with guilt. I guess I can’t say I’ve been 100% faithful to my wife anymore. But it was an addiction. I didn’t actively seek it out, but when a girl sexts me their **** fantasies, I couldn’t help but be drawn in…
Thank you for reading, if you enjoyed my writing style, please click here to support me and come check out my other stories~ I mainly write cuckold, cheating and hotwife stories
