I woke suddenly with panic filling me, a hand was pressing over my mouth stifling the cry I was about to make, a dark body loomed over me and a low voice spoke to me.
"Do as your told and you won't get hurt." the voice said, "I'm going to move my hand, don't make a sound."
Fearfully I kept quiet as his hand moved from my mouth, I saw his teeth flash in the darkness then something covered my eyes. Wishing my husband was home I lay in the darkness, light suddenly showed at the edges of the blindfold and I knew the man was looking down at me and I trembled.
"Take off that night-dress." The man commanded.
Through my fear I did not move.
"Now!" he snapped.
Terrified I struggled out of bed and quickly pulled off my nightdress, I tried to cover my naked body with my hands and he snapped at me to move them. I felt something cold rub over my breasts, in horror I realised that it had to be a knife.
"Please," I pleaded, "please don't hurt me."
"That depends on you." The man laughed, "If you make me happy then you won't get hurt."
"What do you want?" I sobbed knowing full well what the answer would be.
"Well to start with" he replied with a leer in his voice, "to watch you make yourself cum. Do it!"
With shaking hands I touched my breasts, slowly I started to play with myself and despite my fear I began to get turned on, sliding a hand down to my pussy I fingered my clit then pushed two fingers into my pussy.
"Nice tits lady." the man commented, "Get the fingers moving faster."
Obeying him I fingered myself to a climax, it took me less time than it had ever done before and all the while I felt the man's eyes burning on my skin as he watched me. Gasping I pulled my fingers from my pussy and shuddered, the man laughed and pushed me back onto the bed, my legs were pulled open and I bit back a scream as I felt his tongue touch my flesh.
Despite my determination not to enjoy his assaults I found myself becoming more and more excited until with a groan of shame and delight I climaxed. The bed bounced as he covered me with his body, still in the throes of a climax I could not resist as he harshly pushed his cock into my pussy and began thrusting; seconds was all it took for my body to react to his violation and its reaction shocked and excited me. With a low cry I enclosed the man with my legs and moved in time to his hard thrusts, my cries got louder as I rose to another climax and then he was thrusting into me; a surge of heat filled my pussy and I cried out with shame and ecstasy as his hot seed erupted into me. Tears of shame filled my eyes as he began to move in me again.
"YES!" I cried, as his movements became faster, "GOD HELP ME TAKE ME!"
A part of me felt shame at my cries, another felt nothing but bliss, a tiny part of me wished Trevor would come home and rescue me while still another hoped he wouldn't. I was torn between pleasure and fear, excitement and shame and it was the excitement that was in control of me.
"Christ your a good lay lady" the man's voice mocked me, "and so co-operative."
Feeling ashamed I had another orgasm, which peaked as he filled me for the second time with his seed. He rolled off me and I curled up on the bed, my body still shaking with post climax excitement while I felt disgusted, dirty and used. The blindfold was gently taken from my eyes then he rolled me to face him, my eyes widened with surprise.
"TREVOR!" I cried.
"In the flesh." he grinned at me.
With a shock I suddenly remembered that I had told my husband that I had a fantasy about being forced to have sex with a stranger, the bastard had fulfilled my fantasy and terrified me in the process.
"You bastard!" I snapped at him.
He frowned and looked puzzled.
"But I thought it was what you wanted," he said slowly, "and you definitely seemed to enjoy it."
"I did, but..." I faltered as I realised that he had given me exactly what I had wanted.
With a shock I realised that the fear had added to my enjoyment, Trevor had gone out of his way to fulfil my sick fantasy and here I was yelling at him.
"I did enjoy it darling." I admitted, "Thank you for doing it."
"God help you if you are ever raped for real." he grinned in relief.
We got into bed and fell asleep quickly, my dreams were full of what had happened and I woke up feeling more randy than I had ever felt before. Looking over at my husband I smiled at the thought that he had driven over a hundred miles to make me happy; watching his sleeping face I decided that I had to do something to make him happy in return. Trevor had only ever had two unfulfilled fantasies, one was to watch me with another woman and that had been fulfilled for him a month back quite by accident when an old school friend of mine had come to visit us. The other was to have me submit to him totally, to become a slave to his every whim no matter how outlandish; I knew that I could risk ending up being gang-banged and had always refused in my mind to fulfil this fantasy, though he had never actually asked me to do so. Grinning I decided to make his wish come true and to allow him to dominate me for the weekend, my pussy burnt with desire as I came to my decision. Knowing that he would not want to waste a single moment of the time that I was offering to him I nudged him, Trevor mumbled, sighed, yawned and opened his eyes. With a grin he sat up and kissed me good morning then he looked at the clock.
"Kay it's only just gone six," he said in surprise, "is there something wrong?"
"Nothing at all." I grinned, "I just thought you would like to know that I want to be your little sex slave for the next two days, of course if you'd rather sleep..."
"Not a chance." he grinned, "Are you serious?"
"I am," I replied, "I will do anything and everything you want me to do, just like the old advert for Martini, any time, any place, any where. Only for the weekend though, so make the most of it."
"I will." he laughed, "Is there anything out of bounds?"
It was typical of him to ask even after I had told him that I'd do anything he wanted, but that was probably one of the reasons I loved him so much.
"Not a thing." I replied with a smile.
Trevor jumped out of bed and literally threw on some clothes, I lay on the bed and watched him; dressed he looked down at me and grinned.
"Put on that mini I bought you." He said.
I knew which dress he was referring to, it was a black halter neck dress that he had bought for me as a joke, the top barely contained my breasts and the hem of the skirt was so high that the slightest movement showed off my bum. The one and only time I had worn the dress I had been surprised at how much of me was on show, but I did not hesitate, getting off the bed I took the dress from my wardrobe and put it on.
"Some stockings and high heels will go nicely with that." he grinned.
Selecting a pair of black hold-up stockings and 4 inch black high heels I quickly put them on and did a twirl for my drooling husband.
"Perfect!" he laughed, "You look fantastic!"
Naturally I was pleased at his words, my pussy, hot to begin with, grew even hotter as his eyes looked me up and down; it was just after six thirty and the sun was already up. Trevor held out a hand to me and I took it, meekly I let him lead me downstairs to the kitchen and despite the fact that I was supposed to be his slave he made us both coffee and toast. Breakfast over, my husband led me out into the hall, it didn't need the brain of an Einstein to know that we were going out. The thought of walking the streets with my bare bum and pussy on show and my boobs liable to pop out sent my arousal level soaring. Even the cool morning air couldn't cool the burning in my pussy, my nipples sprang up with the cold and showed as hard bumps in the material of the dress, Trevor saw this and his grin grew wider. We walked out to the street with me feeling very conscious of my nudity under the thin dress, although it was just after seven there were a number of people about yet they were so busy with their own affairs that they didn't pay us any heed. Our route took us near a park and it came as no surprise when my husband walked through the gate, I trotted along by his side getting more and more excited, in fact it surprised me that I was getting so turned on. I felt disappointed at the fact that there was no-one about, not even a park keeper, I felt cheated, but I should have known that Trevor had something in mind.
We wandered around for about half an hour, despite my excitement I was getting tired of walking about with no audience, then, suddenly, I had my audience. Our path had brought us to the football changing rooms and although it wasn't the football season some of the older boys still used them as a meeting place, there were five of them standing in the doorway. At first they just glanced our way, then one of them noticed how little I was wearing and how much I was showing and began nudging his mates, soon all eyes were turned my way and felt my juices gush. Trevor seemed to make a beeline to the building, each step made me more and more aroused as it dawned on me that my very first command may well be to allow the boys to gang-bang me, and I nearly climaxed at the thought of it. Then Trevor turned aside and I felt disappointed as we moved away from the group of youths.
"You did say anything?" my husband asked stopping suddenly.
"Yes," I breathed.
"Okay," he smiled, "I want you to let all those boys take you in whatever way they want."
"Yes Trevor." I sighed happily.
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