My Favourite Life

February 16, 2011

Date Rape?

Filed under: Sex — myfavouritelife @ 7:33 pm
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I was going to relate this story a couple of days ago, but I had to get to the plumber story first. So before the plumber, my wife had gone cold (again). When I brought it up the middle of last week, it was the same old story: she wasn’t interested; if I wanted any action, I’d need to take it. After some more discussion, she went as far as to say, “The next time you want sex, you need to take it.” She’s said something like this before, so I clarified it: “So, you’re saying you want me to rape you then?” She said that it was what she was saying. “So you are giving me permission?” “Yes. If you want it, take it.”

I have written here before about her rape fantasies—that and police officers. We even discussed the topic probably a year or so ago, but things got back to normal and nothing happened. This time was different. We discussed it further (and her fantasies, which she claimed not to have any longer—not even the cop thing). We discussed her getting hurt and boundaries (in the B&D realm), but she said she wasn’t worried. We even created a safe word. Regarding boundaries, I told her that if I were to rape her, I’d probably take her ass. She said that was off bounds.

Alone together on Saturday afternoon, I approached her for sex (remembering our conversation), and she reiterated that if I wanted it, I was going to have to take it. Not that it mattered, but we were already in the bedroom. I was dressed in typical street clothes: jeans and a tee shirt. She was lounging around in stretch pants and a pullover top.

I lunged toward her and tackled her onto the bed. She was struggling and squirming, but I had her in a bear hug. Unfortunately, it was difficult to undress either of us in the position; so as best as I could, I relaxed my grip with one arm and pulled her top over her head with the other. To do this, I had to let her arms free in order to get it off of her, and she started hitting and slapping me. But now that I had her top off, I was able to get her back into the bear hug. Next, I had to get her pants off. This was relatively easy. I just held on more tightly with one arm and slid her pants off. She was kicking and writhing, but once I got one leg off, I didn’t really care about the other one so much. Still, I was able to pull it off of her ankle. I still needed to get undressed.

If you’ve read anything else here on this blog, you’ll know that she doesn’t wear any underwear, so she was already completely naked by now. I wasn’t concerned with my tee shirt, but before I could get my jeans off, I needed to unfasten my belt. That was actually pretty tough because I was fiddling with it with one hand, trying to hold her with the other, and I was obvious very close to her. Once it was off, it was even tougher to get my jeans off. At a point, she broke my grasp for a moment. I just let her go and used the time to finish removing my pants as I blocked the door. With one hand, I grabbed her wrist and with the other I removed my underwear.
She kept struggling and saying, “No, don’t rape me,” but she didn’t say the safe word, so I continued. I have to say that whatever mood she was looking for, I am not getting in the mood (if you get my drift). I was thinking that I should get some oil or lube to be safe, but when I reached down to feel her pussy she was already wet—not drenched, but wet. I wrestled her onto the bed again.

I ran a finger up and down her slit several times and slid it into her pussy. I definitely didn’t want to hurt her, but I wanted to continue. She was plenty wet, so I slid in another finger. She was still squirming and trying to hold her knees together, so I rolled her onto her back and used my body to keep her legs open. I wanted to eat her, but this didn’t seem like the time. I tried to kiss her, but she turned away. I rested the weight of my body on her and freed up my hands to hold her head to a position where I could kiss her hard. She didn’t return the kiss, and she started bucking more and scratching me.My cock was finally harder, so without further ado, I slid it into her. Once I was inside, I was able to grad her by the wrists again and hold them over her head. I managed to hold them with one hand and grabbed her breasts in turn with the other. Then I pulled her hands back down to her side and resumed more of a bear hug as I fucked her. She never really stopped struggling, though I could tell she was getting tired. I came, and she calmed down.

I asked her if it was what she thought it would be, she said she hadn’t really thought about it, but that it felt real. She said it didn’t feel like role play. I agreed. Who the hell would want to be a rapist—to go through this for sex? She said that despite “feeling real” she would love to do it again because on the other hand she did know it was a game. I told her that I was just waiting for her to use the safe word. She said she had forgotten about that, but she wouldn’t have used it anyway. I told her that I could do it again if she wanted to, but I would prefer not to. She’d let me know when she was ready again.

This was the story I was planning to write about until the plumber affair. This was also more interesting than the excellent blowjob Kathy gave me.

 

2 Comments »

  1. So whats going on now? Anything new?

    Comment by lana — March 16, 2011 @ 3:32 pm | Reply

  2. so she doesn’t want sex but she let you have it, that’s a nice wife,actually it’s what it should be instead of telling excuses.

    Comment by melon — May 25, 2011 @ 12:34 pm | Reply


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