The Unlocked Door

It was a cool evening as Alan pulled onto his quiet street in his car. It had been a long day at work, hell, one might even say a long week. Every day had been filled with extra hours to meet project goals. He desperately needed to unwind.

He had told his wife, Kate, that he would be working late and she was going to wait for him before starting to cook dinner. She was a great wife and they had a good relationship by many measures. Unfortunately, their sex life had hit a rough patch and things had begun to feel routine and the sex was beginning to become routine, predictable and sporadic. If Alan could feel it he was sure Kate was feeling it too and so he had become resolute in trying to spice things up at any cost.

A few months prior in an initial effort to try and fix things, Alan had initiated post-sex conversation to try and find some common sexual curiosities with hopes of finding a clue to re-ignite the passion which had all but been lost. Much to Alan's surprise Kate had hesitated initially in discussing what was recently captivating her but once she started talking had eagerly revealed to him that she had been browsing online sex stories, or as Alan would later call them -- "Kate's Smut". She went on to tell him that she had become fixated on stories involving consent-non-consent (CNC) and rape fantasies. The fire in her eyes as she described how much these stories had turned her on was all Alan had needed to hear, for her eyes told more about her passion for this kink than her words ever could. Alan could do nothing in his confusion but sit intently and listen while trying to overcome his state of shock as she described this new-found kink to him.

The concept behind non-consensual sex activities had been so foreign to Alan that he had spent many days and sleepless nights after the conversation trying to understand the kink, what made it sexy and how different people had turned the fantasy into reality. Everyday Alan would balance out his research and almost instantly hear about some famous celebrity who had ruined their career over something similar; he felt like he was walking into a trap and he easily saw the forbiddenness of it. While her kinks initially did nothing for him, the immersion into the subject and the taboo nature of it slowly began to draw him in deeper. The elements of control, self-fulfilling pleasure, and prohibited nature of the activities had grown on him until he was obsessed. Without consciously knowing it, in a relatively short amount of time, her kink had become his. Without realizing it he had begun making plans to fulfill both of their needs and desires.

With Kate not expecting him home for another couple of hours, Alan parked his car down the street. The older neighborhood had so much to offer when they had purchased their house several years ago but one thing the streets lacked was good lighting. The dark shadows cloaked the city block concealing the possibility of both danger and possibility. The few street lights that illuminated the street were barely enough to chase away the darkness but provided a soft warm glow along the city sidewalks. As he sat there in the dark of his car, camouflaged by the night, he began rehearsing the plan in his head trying his hardest to help ensure it would go flawlessly. Despite this being her desire, he began debating if he had the nerve to follow through. What if something went Wrong? What if a neighbor phoned it in? What if it was to realistic and it hurt her mentally or physically?

Despite his reservations, he kept thinking back to the fateful conversation that had opened his mind to an entirely new world. Despite her innocent demeanor his wife still really liked to be fucked and as far as he could tell she enjoyed when he would get rough with her. It was because of this that he convinced himself to keep the course. For him this could be the ultimate spark, giving her that fantasy she so desperately yearned for when she had confided in him. After all he may have adopted this fantasy but it was initially hers, this was for her. Deep in thought and as he worked through his reservations and hesitations, he didn't consciously notice that he had been fidgeting and had put on his leather gloves and was now playing with the balaclava that he had bought. When he finally realized the gloves were on he quietly got out of his vehicle before he traversed the looming shadows down the street to his house. Kate had not yet closed the blinds and as he slowly approached the house he could see her shadows on the walls inside as she moved between rooms, occasionally he would get a glimpse of her but only briefly as she continued about her evening tinkering while waiting for his call or text.

As he got closer he could feel his heart beating faster with each step. Once on his property he slipped the balaclava on and made his way around the house peaking into the windows until he saw her. She stood there in their guest bedroom in front of a mountain of laundry and was folding a few articles at a time before moving to other rooms to put it away. From the safety of the shadows he peered at her through the window, she was gorgeous as the day they had met. Despite the lull in their sex life, she was the only woman he wanted. Her long straight hair and perfect B-cups complimented by an ass that drew the looks of men and women alike when they were out in public.

He could feel his dick straining against his pants as his erection began growing, goosebumps covering his arms, as he felt his body shiver. He gave his cock a small and quick squeeze in anticipation of what was to come. The excitement and anticipation were almost too much, yet he still couldn't believe what he was doing. He kept reminding himself that he needed to keep it together and kept doing everything he could to re-focus and regain his thoughts. Whether it was the excitement of his plan coming together or the cool, crisp breeze; he suddenly felt himself hyper aware of everything around him as he went on high alert. His erection subsided as he could hear the wind chimes on his neighbors deck a few houses down, and a dog barking in the distance.

He moved quietly across the back deck to the backdoor of the house, he slowly twisted the doorknob and to his surprise it was unlocked much to his dismay. How many times had he lectured her on keeping the house secure, especially when she was home alone, but tonight her oversight would help him carry out his plan so her oversight was forgivable. As he slowly opened the door, he applied pressure upwards on the edge of the door towards the hinges to prevent them from letting out a squeak that might give away his presence. As he committed himself to his plan, he crossed the doorway threshold as his heart began beating like a drum and his breathing increased. Once through the door he quickly closed the door before darting down the hall into the guest room. As he snuck into the guest room he was confront with Kate standing with her back to him completely unaware of his presence while she hovered over the edge of the bed folding a towel.

As he stood there he took a second to admire how her pants perfectly outlined her apple shaped ass and how her crop top hovered over the small of her back. The sight of her lithe but curvaceous figure beckoned to him. He was so focused on her figure that he hadn't noticed how rock hard his cock was, now at full mast it throbbed painfully against his pants. As if watching himself in third person, he moved with lighting speed forward into the room towards her and simultaneously grabbed the back of her neck just below her messy bun, pushing her face down into the bed. He surprised himself with his own speed and force, only briefly worrying if he had hurt her.

However, before he had finished the thought Kate instinctively entered survival mode and attempted to push herself up and out from underneath her attacker. Her adrenaline was now pumping and he was shocked by her sudden burst of strength but this gave him a renewed resolve and he applied more pressure to the back of her upper shoulders to which Kate was quick to respond with an angry "Stop it!"; her yell was muffled only by the heap of laundry he had buried her face into. Had he gone too far? What the fuck was he doing? -- before he could finish rationalizing his thoughts, she hit him with an elbow to the ribs which snapped him out of it. He was committed, he had to maintain control.

While still holding her firmly in the laundry, he used his free hand to grab a set of panties from the laundry next to her and shoved them in her mouth. He figured that would stop her protests. With a grunt he moved his free hand down and aggressively pulled her pants and dark blue panties down in one pull. Grazing her perfect silky-smooth skin with his hand as he pulled them as far down as he could. He could feel her attempt a futile struggle to free herself under his weight. Despite her frantic attempt to free herself from under him, her struggles were less than he had anticipated and slowly she was giving up, her angry cries to stop had been replaced by muffled sobs, whimpers and the occasional plea. Should he stop? She said she had wanted this, but saying and doing are two different things, especially when it comes to sexual fantasy. Had he crossed the forbidden line between fantasy and reality?

Before he could answer the questions swirling in his mind, his primal instincts had taken over when he realized he had already pulled his own pants down and had let his cock spring free. He could feel himself pulsating as he guided it towards the warmth of her pussy, much to his surprise she was drenched as he buried the head of his cock into her with relative ease.

He rocked the head of his cock back and forth between her lips a few times. She was dripping, and if she had any reservations to what was happening, her body was betraying her. Her protests had become minimal and attempts to fight back were half-hearted wiggles underneath of him. Was she in shock? Had it registered in her mind what was happening? Had she figured out it was him and was now just going with it? Did she somehow recognize his cock? As she continued her subdued and pathetic attempts to wiggle herself free from under him, he applied more pressure to her against the bed while he withdrew the pussy juice covered head of his cock. For a brief second, she stopped moving, presumably thinking her assault was over but before she could continue struggling and finish freeing herself, he drove his entire length into the depths of her pussy with a grunt. Any of her gasps and cries were suddenly replaced by a reluctant moan. Any reluctance on whether he should continue died in that moment. He swore he could hear her let out a muffled "Jesus---" escaping her lips from under the laundry her face was buried in before she returned to her muffled attempts to protest. As he plunged deep inside of her he couldn't recall her ever feeling this wet, if she had, it wasn't recently and it had been struck from his memories.

As he felt the beckoning warmth of her juices drowning his cock, he began exploring her depths with an insatiable hunger. It wasn't long before he could feel her tighten up on his cock as she had her first orgasm. He was not positive he could hear moans between her objections, any struggles at this point were half-hearted and she had seemingly surrendered to him as he began to pick up pace and intensity of his thrusts. The taboo nature of the situation and the way she was reacting was such a turn on for him, it was making him fuck her harder and faster at a fervent pace.

As he continued to fuck her harder and deeper, he could feel her juices dripping between them and any struggles were now replaced with reciprocation as she met his thrusts to create a synchronized and rhythmic movement, a symphony of the most primal passion. He was careful to maintain control of the pace as he could feel his balls becoming heavy and full but he wasn't yet ready to cum. To this point she was following his lead, matching his intensity and proving to him that he was in control. Tonight, he was going to cum when he was ready to cum.

As the pace continued, no words were said, just deep impassioned breathing driven by tabooed euphoria. His sweet and innocent wife who he had only moments before accosted had been broken; she was no longer fighting the fucking she was getting, but instead she was taking him willfully like a cock starved vixen, a fuck hole designed for his pleasure. This gave him renewed confidence to continue to increase the pace, moving his hand that was holding her down to pulling her hair as he continued to give it to her harder and faster, the sound of their breathing now being complimented by the sound of rhythmic clapping as he was on a mission to give this slut all of his seed deep inside of her.

As she thrust back into him, he could feel her pussy tightening around his cock. The familiar spasms as she began to have another orgasm was enough this time to put him over the edge as he pulled her hips close to him with his free hand and clinched up. As she began tensing up for her second orgasm, she moaned "ohhh fuck yaaa--". This was enough for him as with one final pump he closed his eyes and could feel an eruption that started from his stomach and resulted in the draining of his balls as he exploded with a torrent of ecstasy deep inside of her. He couldn't see it, but he could tell he had deposited a massive load of cum deep inside of her. When he opened his eyes, the room was covered in stars, this may have been the best orgasm he had ever had and judging by how Kate collapsed into the laundry in front of her, the feeling must have been mutual.

Without saying a word, he pushed down on her one more time before he pulled his pants up from around his knees, and pushed himself away from her before walking quickly out of the room, down the hall, and through the back door into the quiet dark of the night.

He left without closing the door, and without looking back. As he made his way back to the car the reality of the situation sobered him up. He quickly drove back to the office to use the staff changeroom shower to clean up and collect his thoughts. During the drive his mind began to race; did she suspect him? He had been careful not to say a word. Would she phone the police? When he arrived home would she tell him what happened? Should he come clean and talk to her about it? Did she see him?

As he finished cleaning himself up he texted Kate that he was on his way home. Within minutes she responded back with "Ok, I'll start cooking. Cya soon xoxo". Oddly normal response given the circumstances but he shrugged it off. It wasn't long before he pulled into the driveway, got out and made his way into the house. The comforting smell of dinner was there to greet him as he crossed the front door threshold, and he announced himself as he normally would to which Kate responded back like she has so many times before. As he continued to go through his typical after work rituals of putting his briefcase in his office, getting out of his work clothes and washing his hands. He passed the guest room, he noticed the laundry had been put away and any trace of the events from earlier in the evening were all but gone.

After changing and washing his hands he made his way back into the kitchen and dining room where his wife had already put dinner on the table, he greeted her with a loving hug and a kiss. She smelled clean and fresh, not disheveled and sweaty like the fuck toy he had left on the guest bed only a couple hours before. As they ate supper and caught up on their day, everything appeared normal. As they ate supper he couldn't help but wonder; had he imagined it? did she figure out it was him? or was this a secret she was going to carry with her?