"I... I dunno honey."
"Oh come on! You said yourself sex has gotten stale lately. Let's live a little!"
Charles and Hannah Smith were high school sweethearts, he had been the star quarterback and she his jaw-dropping cheerleader girlfriend: an American love story worthy of a Rockwell painting. Yet, while their love for one another had never faltered, their sex life had become stale and lately both husband and wife found themselves wondering what could have been if they'd not 'settled down' so quickly. Neither was sure what caused them to think of others. Was it the allure of forbidden fruit? Repressed regrets? Midlife crisis? Whatever the reason neither husband nor wife could help but think of all the sex they hadn't had.
Hannah filled the gap with an ever increasing consumption of internet pornography, which it had awakened something within her. Not that she hadn't known these kinky thoughts had lurked in the dark part of her heart for years. It was more like seeing her long held fantasies on film had given them a sense of legitimacy, as if knowing other people liked this stuff made it feel OK. What Hannah wanted her husband to have his way with her; but she didn't want to be pinned against a wall. She didn't want to be tied up, fight back, or even roll over and take it. Hannah wanted to go beyond mere bondage. She wanted every last piece of autonomy taken from her and reduced to a simple object. Frustratingly, it seemed like an impossible fantasy. Even in her wildest fantasies or what horrible things she imagined done to her it seemed like the desire to be objectified could never be fulfilled. Until, finally, one of her dark internet searches took her to a very shady website where she found a most unusual product. One she hoped would be the solution to all her problems.
"Tempus Max" branded itself as a potion designed to cause, what the website described to be as, 'temporarily paralysis'. It promised to make the consumer incapable of any movement for 60 minutes. She was pretty sure that the pill she held in her hand was intended as a date rape drug, and wondered if there was some type of authority she should call. Still, Hannah was extremely excited at the prospect of having all bodily autotomy removed to her in such a way. Her fingers trembled with excitement and her pussy felt aflame with arousal, soaking her granny panties as if she was in heat! She pumped her credit card information into the site without even thinking, and only later wondered if she'd been the latest phishing victim. Yet four to five business days later, just as promised, a small nondescript box had shown up at their front door.
She saw the box as she pulled into the driveway after picking the kids up from school. Instantly she felt her heart pumping faster than she could ever remember, her blood feeling hot as a stream of adrenaline shot into her veins. "Yes!" She whispered under her breath, loudly enough for her kids to look at her confused. As she quickly snatched up the box, embarrassed, before any of the kids could pick it up she realized it was now time for the hard part: convincing Charles to take part.
After the longest afternoon of her life, Hannah was worried she might explode while watching Charles eat his dinner. It was cute how he had no idea what his wife was plotting while munching on his potatoes and steak: his favorite dinner. Finally, after the evening dragged on, the kids were in bed, and they had retired to their bedroom for the evening. Hannah didn't even let the fact that her husband had yet again failed to make a move on her bother her, and instead went right for her sales pitch. When she was done, Charles looked at his wife speechless, feeling conflicted as she leaned into him earnestly whilst beseeching him with her pretty eyes.
Charles wanted to please his wife, what loving husband didn't? But he had reservations. Charles had never been all that kinky, and wasn't into "whips and chains" in any context, let alone in the bedroom. His closest encounter with S & M was that Rihanna song a few years ago. Besides, were they really going to trust their safety to some 'potion' that Hannah had found on the internet? However, despite his reservations, Charles caved. It might sound like a hackneyed phrase, but it really was her eyes that had won him over all those years ago. It was always impossible to say no to "Hannah Eyes" as he called them... but this? This was unlike any request she'd ever made of him. Charles felt conflicted... he wanted to honor her request, but he also didn't want to hurt her! How could he bring himself, consensually or not, to force himself onto his wife... but how could he bring himself to say no?
"I make no promises..." Charles began, but before he could even finish, she squealed with happiness and pulled him into the biggest hug he'd gotten in years. It made Charles' cheeks blush, reminding him of their high school days... specifically prom night when he'd popped the question. He smiled, remembering the kiss that they had shared that night, and looked at her, wondered when and why the magic had left their relationship. Perhaps she was right, maybe they did need something to break up the monotony of married life? He hoped so, but quickly Charles regretted agreeing to his wife's fantasy as she shared the full details of the arrangement.
...
"What have you gotten yourself into...?" He muttered under his breath, which hung in a mist in the cool February air.
Hannah, explaining she wanted it to 'feel real', had told her husband to go to the park a few blocks down from their house and 'attack' her there. Charles had to stop himself from rolling her eyes, she made it sound so simple! But while she could use the word 'attack' so nonchalant didn't mean he could. It made him feel dirty, even if she was literally asking for it, to force himself on any woman like this: let alone his precious wife, no matter how much she reassured him she wanted this! He had felt so dirty as he'd scoped out the park, just like a real rapist, looking for a low-light area deep into the park so no innocent civilians would get involved or spoil their plans: after all, not only was Charles uncomfortable with what Hannah was asking him to do in the comfort and safety of their own bedroom! There was small detail this was a public park, and he was 100% positive someone was going to call the cops on him at any moment. A man hiding in the shrubs wearing all black, including a fucking ski mask! How much more suspicious could he be? If Hannah's scheme went according to plan the cops could very well arrive to find him humping some passed out woman! Best case, that would require hours of awkward explaining that would still land both of them a public indecency rap.
