Mature

Keywords: Wife's, MY, Fantasy,

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My wife, Karen and I have been married for 8 years. I am 35 and Karen is a little younger at 32. Although neither of us were virgins when we married, we equally didn"t have a great deal of experience, with Karen having slept with only one previous partner and me only two.

About my wife; I know these stories all start by saying how your wife has model-type looks and huge breasts. Well I"m sorry if this is a disappointment but she is actually very petite with equally small breasts. Although an impartial observer would probably describe Karen as having average-to-good looks, I think she"s gorgeous. But of course I am extremely biased and love her, very much.

Our sex-life up until the start of this, had been satisfying, but with hindsight, was not very adventurous. Anyway back to what happened.

One night as we were cuddled-up in bed, just after having had sex, Karen turned to me and asked "Do you have any sexual fantasies you dream about fulfilling?"

Well I was kind of shocked because Karen has never wanted to discuss anything like that before. "Yeah, I guess so" I replied.

"Like what" she asked.

I immediately started worrying…. what do I say…. would she be offended if I said anything she didn"t like. I was cornered. So I decided to answer with something vague "Oh I don"t know just something to make it a bit different occasionally" I replied and then continued "How about you, there"s obviously something on your mind"

Karen blushed so I knew I was right, seizing the upper hand I carried on "C"mon tell me what it is you fantasise about"

"Well there is one thing I"ve wanted to do for a long time, but you have to promise that you won"t think badly of me" she replied.

"Of course I won"t, I love you" I replied, definitely intrigued.

"Well I sometimes wish for something, well, rougher" she said looking a little nervous.

"Like what, less foreplay, more spontaneous" I asked.

"No more than that"

"What then………….go on tell me it all"

"OK, well I"d like you to take me against my will"

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. "What do you mean, rape you?"

"Well to give you the whole story, my fantasy is be to be surprised and over-whelmed by a stranger, and then forced into it" Karen said "Obviously I wouldn"t really want it to be a stranger, I want you"

"Do you mean wear a mask or something and then ravage you" I asked not really sure about what I was hearing.

"No you were closer the first time, I want to be attacked, fight back but ultimately be forced to submit and then be taken, again and again"

"You want to me to attack you and rape you" I asked, somewhat stunned.

"Yes I guess you could put it like that"

"Just how far would you want to take this"

"All the way, I trust you not to really hurt me"

"You want me to hurt you" I said in total disbelief

"I want you to control me and force me. I"m not into pain so just something mild, so that I believe that you would hurt me if I didn"t do what you want" she continued "I want it to be realistic but I trust you to not go too far"

"I"m not sure I could do that, I love you and I certainly don"t want to hurt you"

"I know you love me, and I love you too. What we have is very special and very loving but I guess I would like to experience the danger and I find the idea of being used for sex a real turn-on" Karen explained.

"I don"t like the idea of it….Suppose I did do it, and you change your mind and don"t like it. How would you feel about me afterwards and how would it affect our relationship"

"Look, I know you love me, and I know you would only be doing this for me. How could I hold anything against you when you"re doing it for me? I promise nothing will change how I feel about you, please do it for me"

"But what if I hurt you"

"I trust you"

"What if you change your mind and hate what I am doing"

"I won"t and if I do, it"ll be my fault"

I thought for a moment, "What about a safe word or something – that way I"d know you don"t like it anymore and I can stop"

"No, I thought about that and I think that would ruin it. I want to know that once it starts I am completely helpless. It won"t be the same if I have an easy way out. There will be no sense of danger that way".

"I just don"t know about this. What about if you don"t like the experience and you get back here angry with me. How is it going to affect our lives and relationship?"

"I promise you that anything you do will be fine with me. It is MY fantasy and you would be doing it at my request, therefore it is entirely my fault if I don"t like it." Karen replied, "What if I also promise you that when we get back, the first thing I will do is to make love to you, to prove that nothing has changed"

"I"m still not sure about the idea"

"Please, pretty please, do it for me" Karen begged.

"I"ll think about it" I said trying to avoid the subject for the time being.

"Thank you, I love you so much"

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For the rest of the week Karen kept asking me about it. I was also a little disturbed to find that some part of idea turned me on. I put that down to the fact that sex with Karen always turns me on.

Eventually after a couple more days of heavy pressure from Karen, I finally relented and agreed to do it.

Karen suggested that we rent a secluded country cottage for a long weekend. That way we could make as much noise as we wanted without attracting any attention.

"I"ll get there before you and check us in. My husband will be away on business. And you will be some criminal who is on the run and needs a place to hide-out for a couple of days" Karen explained.

"You"ve been thinking about this a lot, haven"t you……….I bet you already have a place in mind" I replied.

"Actually, yes I do" she said looking a bit sheepish and fetching a brochure for me to look at.

"OK, book it" I said, resigned to the inevitable.

Karen gave me a big kiss, we decided on a date and then Karen phoned them to book it.

That night Karen seduced me in bed saying how pleased she was and how the idea turned her on.

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So, it was all arranged; Karen would get there on the Friday at 3pm collect the keys, go to the shops to stock-up on food and drink, get unpacked and wait for me. I was to leave work as usual, go home to change and then get to the cottage sometime after dark - in character.

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Over the next few weeks I started surfing the web and reading erotic stories to get some new ideas for the weekend. I also started buying a few items for some of the activities I had in mind. I was determined to do this properly for Karen and give her a weekend to remember.

I spend some time thinking about my character, what was he like, what he would wear and what else he would have with him:

I decided that I would play a bank robber, that I had just done a job and needed a quiet place to lay-low.

If I was robbing bank then I would have a ski mask to hide my identity and I would need a weapon. A gun was out of the question so it would have to be a knife and I would probably have some duck tape to tie-up the bank staff.

I then thought about my "victim" she was a married thirty something used to living for long periods on her own, in a remote area:

She would probably be into the country-life, horse riding, walking etc. The idea of a riding crop came to me. This would be something she might have around the house and it also fitted with some of the ideas I had.

Being on her own for long periods, she would of course, have a good supply of sex toys (I know what you"re thinking, but hey this was my contribution to the fantasy).

I also thought about how to make the whole thing last a weekend but still make it the intense experience for Karen that she wanted:

If my character was going to be with Karen for a whole weekend I would have to think about how to "hide" my identity from her, if this was real he wouldn"t want to be recognized after the event.

Karen wanted to be taken repeatedly. Now I"m only a mortal man and well 2 or 3 times a day is my limit. So I needed some back-up – so the toys were a good idea.

And lastly, I thought about myself and what I wanted, given that I effectively had a blank cheque for the weekend, whether Karen realised it or not.

I kept all my plans and purchases as a surprise for Karen despite her constant probing.

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The weekend finally arrived. On the Friday morning I double-checked that Karen still wanted to go through with this, which she said she did.

"If this does go horribly wrong, are you absolutely sure that you can put it behind us and still love me when this is over" I asked.

"It starts when I get to the cottage and ends when I get back here, everything that happens in between is my responsibility" Karen replied "I love you and I promise to show you how much when we get back here on Monday, whatever happens"

"Then for my last deed as your husband until Monday afternoon, I hope you have a great weekend, I love you and I"ll see you when we meet back here". I gave Karen a long hug and kiss goodbye and went to work.

As is typical when you have plans, I had to work late that day. I finally finished around 6pm and drove home. I changed into my outfit, leaving the ski-mask, knife (especially blunted) and duck tape on the passenger seat, and put my stash of purchases in the back of the car.

Karen had packed my clothes with hers so I had everything I needed. I finally left the house at about 8pm and set-off on the drive to the cottage. In the Friday traffic the journey took a little longer than I expected, and I eventually pulled-up at the cottage just before 9pm.

The cottage was set way back on its own from the main road. A dirt-track ran from the main road through a wooded area and then along some fields up to the cottage, and must have been at least 500-600 yards long. I had to drive along very carefully so as not to damage the car on the extremely rough track in the dark.

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