I loved my wife. I really did, but our sex life had almost completely ended.
Sex with her just wasn't exciting any more, and we both knew it. We tried the usual things to bring it back to life, sexy new lingerie, long weekends away from home, and we even pretended to be complete strangers, and I picked her up at a local bar.
Nothing worked.
Then we decided to try acting out our fantasies. At first, that didn't work either. My wife bought a cute little maids outfit and we played the "dirty old master and the maid" game, but it didn't do much for us.
I asked my wife to pretend to be the cute little blonde girl that I dated in college, but that really seemed to turn her off.
At my wife's suggestion, we tried dressing her up as a young school girl, with her hair in pigtails and wearing a short skirt. That didn't do anything for me sexually, but I did enjoy the dirty looks that our next door neighbor gave my embarrassed wife when he saw me bringing her home that way!
Then we tried acting out "the mean boss and the scarred little secretary that was afraid of losing her job." At first there was nothing, but then we got to her crying, "Oh please, Mr. Pennypincher! Please don't make me do this!"
Hmmm! There was a definite reaction to that one. I wouldn't say that the sex that night was great, but it was definitely better then it had been for a long time. We decided to explore this type of fantasy a little bit further.
We tried acting out a **** scene. I picked my wife up from a shopping center parking lot with my little 25 caliber revolver. I took her to a deserted lake, forced her out of the car, and then I ***** her in the grass!
Not bad. At least it was good for me! My wife didn't enjoy acting out the **** scene, but it got me horny enough that I made love to her when we got back home, and she did enjoy that! We were on to something here.
We repeated acting out the **** scene a couple more times, but it got to be a pain in the ass. It took all night the way we were doing it. I had to find a way that we could act it out more often. I had to **** my wife at home!
That wasn't a problem at all. A ski mask did the trick. I broke into my own house and I ***** the poor wife that I found at home all alone. It was going okay. Not great, but it was okay.
One night, I tried something a little bit different. I pretended to be my own best friend. I pretended that my best friend broke into my house and ***** my wife while he knew that I was away on a business trip.
That did it! I had the best climax that I'd had since our honeymoon!
My wife pretended to cry the whole time. "Oh God, Randy. Please don't do this to me! Please don't fuck me!
I looked down at my naked wife squirming underneath of me, and I tried to imagine her as Randy would see her. I pushed my hard cock into my wife, and I imagined how her tight little pussy would feel to my best friend!
I stroked my hard cock in and out of my wife and I imagined that my friend Randy was doing it to her. I exploded inside of my wife! That was it. That was the feeling that I had been searching for!
We acted out the **** scene with Randy several times, and the result was always the same. I came hard, imagining that my best friend was ****** my wife. After several times of acting it out, I knew what I had to do.
I was cuddling with my loving wife, after we had just acted out the **** scene, when I told her what was going to happen next! I told her that the next time, it was going be for real. Randy was really going to **** her, and I was going to watch it all as he did it to her!
My wife went off! She said that there was no way that was ever going to happen! I kept calm and I kissed her gently. I told her that it was going to happen. It had to happen if we were going to stay together.
It wasn't easy. Over the next few weeks, I pretended to be Randy several more times, and I ***** my wife hard each time. She still didn't get off on the **** scene, but she did like how horny I was afterwards!
I finally told her what I wanted her to do. I told her that on Saturday night, I was going to watch Randy **** her. She started to get upset, but I cut her off. I made it simple for her. She could go along with me, and we would stay together, or she could say no, and I would leave her!
The argument lasted for several hours, but my wife knew what she had to do if we were going to stay together. I knew that I had won when my wife finally sobbed, "How is this going to happen, Honey?"
I kissed her gently, and then I told her how it was going to happen. She was going to go to bed early tomorrow night, around 7:00 o'clock. I was going to sit in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, and she was not going to talk to me or to even acknowledge my presence.
It was going to happen just like the fantasies that she and I had acted out, except that it was going to be with Randy instead of with me. Randy was going to break into our house, tie her up, strip her completely naked, and then he would **** her right in front of me!
"Oh God!" she sobbed. "What if Randy tells your other friends what he's done to me? I'd be so embarrassed that I could never face them again!"
I kissed her gently. "He will tell them, Honey." I whispered to her. "All of my friends will know that Randy has ***** you!"
She sobbed, and she started to argue, but I cut her off again. I told my wife that if she really loved me, and if she really wanted to stay together, she had to do this! Before my wife could answer, I kissed her goodnight and I rolled over and went to sleep.
My wife was very quiet all day Saturday. We talked very little, and we never mentioned what was going to happen that night. A little before 7:00 o'clock, I went up and kissed her. I didn't say anything. I just went into our bedroom, and I sat down in the chair in the corner of the room.
A few minutes later, I heard the shower running. My wife took quite a while getting ready, but I had expected that. I had told Randy to come over about 9:00 o'clock.
When my wife finally came into the bedroom, it was obvious that she wanted to look good tonight. Her hair was done up and she had make-up on. She never wore make-up to bed.
She was wearing one of her prettier nightgowns. It was not a negligee, but it was still fairly sexy. It was a long white silk gown that really clung to her body. It showed off her breasts and her nice shape. Randy would love it!
Everything was ready for Randy!
I could see that my wife was very close to tears. She looked over at me and said, "Honey, I don't think that......."
I cut her off. "Don't even start it, Honey!" I told her. "It's finally going to happen! Randy is going to **** you tonight!"
"Oh God, Honey!" She sobbed. But my wife laid down on the bed and she closed her eyes. That was okay. Randy would be here soon.
I went over and I turned off the bedroom light, but it was much to dark in the room. I couldn't see my wife very well and I might miss something before Randy got the lights back on. I turned on the light in the bathroom. It was perfect, and I sat back down and waited.
About 15 or 20 minutes later, I heard someone downstairs. My wife heard it also and she looked over at me. Despite the dim light, I could see the fear in her eyes. I whispered to her that she was supposed to be asleep. My wife groaned, but she closed her eyes and she pretended to be asleep.
But, my wife was not asleep. She was wide awake, and she was very aware that my friend was in our house. My wife knew that Randy was coming for her!
My wife knew that Randy was going to **** her!
Sex with her just wasn't exciting any more, and we both knew it. We tried the usual things to bring it back to life, sexy new lingerie, long weekends away from home, and we even pretended to be complete strangers, and I picked her up at a local bar.
Nothing worked.
Then we decided to try acting out our fantasies. At first, that didn't work either. My wife bought a cute little maids outfit and we played the "dirty old master and the maid" game, but it didn't do much for us.
I asked my wife to pretend to be the cute little blonde girl that I dated in college, but that really seemed to turn her off.
At my wife's suggestion, we tried dressing her up as a young school girl, with her hair in pigtails and wearing a short skirt. That didn't do anything for me sexually, but I did enjoy the dirty looks that our next door neighbor gave my embarrassed wife when he saw me bringing her home that way!
Then we tried acting out "the mean boss and the scarred little secretary that was afraid of losing her job." At first there was nothing, but then we got to her crying, "Oh please, Mr. Pennypincher! Please don't make me do this!"
Hmmm! There was a definite reaction to that one. I wouldn't say that the sex that night was great, but it was definitely better then it had been for a long time. We decided to explore this type of fantasy a little bit further.
We tried acting out a **** scene. I picked my wife up from a shopping center parking lot with my little 25 caliber revolver. I took her to a deserted lake, forced her out of the car, and then I ***** her in the grass!
Not bad. At least it was good for me! My wife didn't enjoy acting out the **** scene, but it got me horny enough that I made love to her when we got back home, and she did enjoy that! We were on to something here.
We repeated acting out the **** scene a couple more times, but it got to be a pain in the ass. It took all night the way we were doing it. I had to find a way that we could act it out more often. I had to **** my wife at home!
That wasn't a problem at all. A ski mask did the trick. I broke into my own house and I ***** the poor wife that I found at home all alone. It was going okay. Not great, but it was okay.
One night, I tried something a little bit different. I pretended to be my own best friend. I pretended that my best friend broke into my house and ***** my wife while he knew that I was away on a business trip.
That did it! I had the best climax that I'd had since our honeymoon!
My wife pretended to cry the whole time. "Oh God, Randy. Please don't do this to me! Please don't fuck me!
I looked down at my naked wife squirming underneath of me, and I tried to imagine her as Randy would see her. I pushed my hard cock into my wife, and I imagined how her tight little pussy would feel to my best friend!
I stroked my hard cock in and out of my wife and I imagined that my friend Randy was doing it to her. I exploded inside of my wife! That was it. That was the feeling that I had been searching for!
We acted out the **** scene with Randy several times, and the result was always the same. I came hard, imagining that my best friend was ****** my wife. After several times of acting it out, I knew what I had to do.
I was cuddling with my loving wife, after we had just acted out the **** scene, when I told her what was going to happen next! I told her that the next time, it was going be for real. Randy was really going to **** her, and I was going to watch it all as he did it to her!
My wife went off! She said that there was no way that was ever going to happen! I kept calm and I kissed her gently. I told her that it was going to happen. It had to happen if we were going to stay together.
It wasn't easy. Over the next few weeks, I pretended to be Randy several more times, and I ***** my wife hard each time. She still didn't get off on the **** scene, but she did like how horny I was afterwards!
I finally told her what I wanted her to do. I told her that on Saturday night, I was going to watch Randy **** her. She started to get upset, but I cut her off. I made it simple for her. She could go along with me, and we would stay together, or she could say no, and I would leave her!
The argument lasted for several hours, but my wife knew what she had to do if we were going to stay together. I knew that I had won when my wife finally sobbed, "How is this going to happen, Honey?"
I kissed her gently, and then I told her how it was going to happen. She was going to go to bed early tomorrow night, around 7:00 o'clock. I was going to sit in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, and she was not going to talk to me or to even acknowledge my presence.
It was going to happen just like the fantasies that she and I had acted out, except that it was going to be with Randy instead of with me. Randy was going to break into our house, tie her up, strip her completely naked, and then he would **** her right in front of me!
"Oh God!" she sobbed. "What if Randy tells your other friends what he's done to me? I'd be so embarrassed that I could never face them again!"
I kissed her gently. "He will tell them, Honey." I whispered to her. "All of my friends will know that Randy has ***** you!"
She sobbed, and she started to argue, but I cut her off again. I told my wife that if she really loved me, and if she really wanted to stay together, she had to do this! Before my wife could answer, I kissed her goodnight and I rolled over and went to sleep.
My wife was very quiet all day Saturday. We talked very little, and we never mentioned what was going to happen that night. A little before 7:00 o'clock, I went up and kissed her. I didn't say anything. I just went into our bedroom, and I sat down in the chair in the corner of the room.
A few minutes later, I heard the shower running. My wife took quite a while getting ready, but I had expected that. I had told Randy to come over about 9:00 o'clock.
When my wife finally came into the bedroom, it was obvious that she wanted to look good tonight. Her hair was done up and she had make-up on. She never wore make-up to bed.
She was wearing one of her prettier nightgowns. It was not a negligee, but it was still fairly sexy. It was a long white silk gown that really clung to her body. It showed off her breasts and her nice shape. Randy would love it!
Everything was ready for Randy!
I could see that my wife was very close to tears. She looked over at me and said, "Honey, I don't think that......."
I cut her off. "Don't even start it, Honey!" I told her. "It's finally going to happen! Randy is going to **** you tonight!"
"Oh God, Honey!" She sobbed. But my wife laid down on the bed and she closed her eyes. That was okay. Randy would be here soon.
I went over and I turned off the bedroom light, but it was much to dark in the room. I couldn't see my wife very well and I might miss something before Randy got the lights back on. I turned on the light in the bathroom. It was perfect, and I sat back down and waited.
About 15 or 20 minutes later, I heard someone downstairs. My wife heard it also and she looked over at me. Despite the dim light, I could see the fear in her eyes. I whispered to her that she was supposed to be asleep. My wife groaned, but she closed her eyes and she pretended to be asleep.
But, my wife was not asleep. She was wide awake, and she was very aware that my friend was in our house. My wife knew that Randy was coming for her!
My wife knew that Randy was going to **** her!
