LIGHTS OUT SEX
I was confused at first, having been awakened from a sound sleep after a long, stressful day. My arms were being pulled over my head. I was in bed and someone grasped my left wrist, then the right wrist. I tried to move my arms and realized that I had been handcuffed or tied to one of the vertical rails on the bedframe.
I tried to say something, but something was wrapped around my head and pushed into my mouth. It was silky, probably one of my husband's neckties. I felt it being tightened around the back of my head and then tied in place. Then something was tied around my head as a blindfold.
Someone, undoubtedly a man, was straddling my hips while I laid on my stomach in the bed. I thought it might be my husband, but he wasn't due home from his business trip until the next day. My mind was fuzzy, I'd taken a sleeping pill after a difficult day. Our two kids were asleep in their rooms down the hall. I didn't want to wake them.
My nightgown was being pulled up. My panty covered ass was exposed and then the gown was pulled along my sides, exposing my back. I felt the man's rough hands pull my gown farther, it slid under my breasts and was around my shoulders. Then, it was over my head and bunched around my extended arms. When he pulled my panties down my legs, I was naked. I tried to twist away as he was stripping me, but he was too strong, holding me in place. I laid there on my stomach, naked and vulnerable.
I thought about screaming, but didn't want to disturb the kids and make them part of whatever was happening. The man did not feel like my husband. I could smell his sweat and his hands seemed to be smoother than my husband John's hands.
I was lying on my stomach, blindfolded, in the completely dark room. I couldn't see a thing so my other senses were heightened. I could hear and smell and feel my 'guest'. He was about to rape me and I was helpless.
I could tell he was taking off his clothes. He pulled his shirt over his head and undid his pants. Pulling them down while holding me in place. I felt his bare legs on the outside of my thighs as he straddled me. I felt his testicles resting on my bare ass. I mumbled, trying to beg him to stop, but my words were unintelligible. Out of fear for myself and my children, I remained silent, hoping that he would do whatever he was going to do and then leave.
Thoughts flashed through my mind. Who was it? Was it someone I knew? How had he identified me? How had he gotten in the house? I wondered if I had attracted attention when I had worn my tiny bikini at the condo association pool that afternoon. I had seen men leering at me. I had felt naked, with just the little triangles covering my breasts and the little bottom that left my ass cheeks exposed. I knew that after I had been in the water, the wet suit clung to my breasts like saran wrap, leaving nothing to the imagination. My nipples had been stimulated and I gave some horny men a good show. While John was away and the kids were at school, I often went to the pool. I'd never worn that bikini there. It was one I only wore when John and I were on vacation. I had gotten a thrill out of exhibiting myself at the pool, but now I regretted parading around showing-off my body. Probably, someone had taken an interest in me and had slipped into my house and had me captured on the bed.
I knew what was sliding between my ass cheeks. It was my guest's cock. It was hard and it felt big. He pushed it into my ass crack and slid it between my cheeks, touching my asshole with the tip on each cycle. It was stiff, but soft on the surface. I liked it when my husband did this to me and the hope that maybe it was him flashed through my mind.
When the tip of the prick pressed lower and touched my vulva, I realized that it was sliding easily between my labia, gliding over my clit. I was wet down there. I was aroused by what was happening. Someone was about to rape me, and I found it stimulating, scary, but stimulating. The thought of being taken against my will had always appealed to me. I would tease my husband into being forceful and we had great sex when he did. I would pretend to resist him and he would strip me, hold me down, then fuck me. That's what was happening now and I was feeling conflicting or maybe complimentary feelings of arousal and fear. I was about to be raped, and I wanted it.
The prick slid into my wet vagina. I knew that my 'friend' knew that I was aroused. That seemed to inspire him as he began to rock back and forth, sliding his cock against my clit while he invaded my vagina. I unconsciously began to build toward an orgasm. I lifted my butt to take his cock deeper and he aggressively rocked his hips, slamming his cock home with each forward thrust. He still didn't say anything, he just fucked me. I squeezed his prick with the walls of my vagina and concentrated on how his cock felt sliding inside me. His hands were on my back, holding me down while he rode me like a pony. Juices began to pour out of my vagina and I felt myself approaching orgasm. When he finally ejaculated into my vagina, I spasmed and a wave of extreme pleasure rolled through my entire body.
As I began to recover, I was a bit ashamed that I had come while being raped. On the other hand, I realized that I hadn't been hurt and hoped that my rapist would be satisfied and leave. I knew I would wonder with every man I saw, whether he was the one who had raped me.
But my guest stayed on top of me, straddling my hips, I wondered when he was going to leave. I remained still, not resisting. He had fucked me and I wasn't strong enough to do anything even if I managed to move. My wrists were held on the bedframe so I wasn't going anywhere.
When he put his fingers in my asshole, I realized that he wasn't done with me. Somehow, he had a tube of lubricant. I hadn't heard him reach into my nightstand for it; he probably brought it with him, intending to sodomize me too. He squirted a quantity of the cool gel into my anus. I was a virgin back there. My husband had asked about doing me in the ass, but I had always refused and he never pushed the issue. Now, I had no choice, my new friend was going to take my anal cherry whether I liked it or not.
When the tip of his prick pressed against my anus, I groaned through the gag in my mouth. He was holding his prick against my little opening. The anatomy of my asshole did not facilitate him sliding into me like my pussy did. My cunt was designed for a cock to slide right in, but not my asshole. He pushed and the tip of his prick felt huge as it expanded my poor little anus. I felt degrading, but it felt good too. I liked being penetrated. I should've allowed my husband to be the first one to fuck my ass, now some stranger was raping my ass instead. The head felt so big, but the sensation was wonderful. He slowly pushed his cock in a bit farther. It hurt and I moaned, so he eased off. Then he tried again, coating my inner rectum with the lubricant. Slowly, slowly, his cock pressed deeper. I was helpless, completely at this man's mercy. He was taking me in the ass and I laid there, upset with myself because I was enjoying it. He took a handful of my hair and pulled back. My head arched up and my neck strained. He was letting me know that he was in control and there was nothing I could do about it. He was fucking me in the ass, raping me, using me for his pleasure.
Deeper and deeper, the cock was splitting me open. I wondered if my asshole would recover from being spread apart so forcefully. He did something to untie my wrists. He pulled one of my hands out of my bunched clothing and moved it down between my legs. I found my clit and began to rub myself while he pumped his cock back and forth in my asshole. I pulled my other hand free; it joined the first one between my legs. I slid my fingers into my cunt, feeling the messy cum that was oozing out of me. The slippery paste helped my fingers slide easily over my clit and I began an orgasm that was even more powerful than the earlier one. This man was fucking me in the ass, and I was fingering myself, coming while he raped me. I moved my knees underneath me and my ass raised to give him better access. His cock seemed to slide further up my ass. He began to pump faster and my fingers moved faster, we were both driving ourselves to a marvelous climax. It was good that I had a gag in my mouth because I would've awakened the children with my scream. He stopped, pushing his cock into me and he ejaculated into my ass. I was no longer a virgin back there.
I collapsed onto the bed with my assailant still straddling my ass. His cock flopped out and semen dribbled out of my asshole down over my vagina. I was exhausted. It was the most incredible sex I'd ever had. What kind of a woman was I? I'd been raped and I had come with whoever he was.
I was curious and wanted to see who it was, but was fearful of how he might react if I saw his face. I chuckled to myself that I might want him to come back. Maybe he could sneak in and fuck me again while my husband was out of town. I stretched out my arms and enjoyed the post-coital pleasure. My husband was the only one who had ever fucked me, until now.
He moved off of me and stood up. I glanced sideways, the blindfold had slipped, but he was turned away from me. I heard him leave through the sliding glass door between our bedroom and the patio. I saw his naked ass as he slipped through the door.
I must've dozed off, but it seemed to be only a few moments later when I heard the shower running in our bathroom. The light was on. I couldn't see who was in the shower. Was my rapist staying? I was confused until the shower stopped and I saw my husband John standing in the bathroom doorway.
