Dark Fantasies

by T West

  I guess there are millions of marriages the same all over the world. They kind of fizzle out early, but the couple stays together out of comfort or habit. They end up pottering about together with no passion.

  My marriage would have also carried on in a blissfully boring manner, if I had not had an unscheduled day off work one Wednesday. Robert was away on business till late that night, so with the house to myself I was having a pleasant day relaxing. Robert and I share a computer. I mean, we both have laptops but we have a main PC that we both share. So, on this rare day off I was innocently writing an email when suddenly an instant message popped up that just read: “Hey there x.”

  My eyes widened – wasn’t it just teens and twenty-somethings that used IM messages? I mean, I knew this message wasn’t for me, and being one of the only two people living here (with the kids now at college), there was only one other person who it could be for. So, not naturally being a nosey person, curiosity got the better of me and I clicked it. Had it not been for the ’x’ (meaning ‘kiss’) I might not have done so.

  This was the moment that changed my life. To my utter horror and disgust I read the exchange between my beloved husband and this woman, who was apparently called Bernadette. Tears started to roll down my cheeks when I read that they had been exchanging filthy messages. Not only that, but they had also been swapping dirty pics, and having sex on webcam on weekends when I had been visiting my sister out of town.

  As I read their past messages, one thing or theme was constant, and always seemed to be recurring: the sex act that he used to beg me to do. That’s right, anal sex seemed to be one of the main topics of conversation between these two.

  “God, I’d really love to get you on all fours and slide my well-lubricated cock right up your tight little butt-hole,” my charming husband would type.

  “I’d love that too – just be sure to lube me up first. I am very very tight y’know. Wish you were here to spread my cheeks for real,” his internet hussy would reply.

  I certainly wasn’t a prudish lady – well, I didn’t consider myself to be. I am actually quite relaxed and have a good sense of humour when it comes to sex – but some of the things this woman had been saying to my husband really annoyed and slightly shocked me. From what I could gather from their online fumbling, she had been masturbating with a dildo on webcam for him, whilst simultaneously talking to him on the phone! I mean, I know this wasn’t infidelity in the traditional sense because they had not (apparently) touched or even met in person, but the betrayal and the feelings of hurt are just as strong.

  But the betrayal hadn’t stopped at just sex talk. Robert had been putting me down as a wife, saying I didn’t “understand him”, and that I didn’t “take care of his needs”. Just because I wouldn’t take it up the dirt-track?! What a joke that weasel of a husband really turned out to be. Laughter actually started to burst out through the tears, as I couldn’t believe this was happening. I glanced over at our family portrait on the mantelpiece. I pictured Robert bending this woman, Bernadette, over. And spreading her cheeks wide before applying some KY jelly to her puckered little starfish. Before plunging his (apparently) frustrated cock right up her tight ass and loving every second of it. Even though I felt traumatised by all of this, I knew I was strong enough to overcome it.

  I ate dinner with Robert later that night and although I was deeply hurting on the inside, I got through it without saying a word about what I had discovered. As I put the fork to my mouth my mind raced back to the words I had read earlier – where they had actually been trying to arrange a ‘meet’, or in simpler terms, a shag.

  That night in bed I lay with my back to him. As he snored my eyes were open. I thought and thought, all these new thoughts and emotions swirling about in my mind.

  The next day at work I decided to confide in a work friend of mine, Lisa. It was lunch break and I told her to lock the door. Over a teary-eyed coffee, I told her everything. She listened to the whole story and was very sympathetic.

  “I always thought you could do better than him,” she told me, comforting me. “You’re a very attractive lady and to be honest he’s not that much to look at.”

  I thanked her for her compliment and we got onto the subject of anal sex. I explained that this was the main topic of conversation between Robert and his little internet slut, and I was surprised that Lisa didn’t seem too bothered by the thought of it.

  “You mean… you’ve tried it?” I asked inquisitively.

  “Yes of course – loads of times. My husband often slides his penis up there. It really doesn’t feel bad if you use lots of lube. In fact, after a while it starts to feel good – really good.”

  I was rather shocked to hear Lisa talking like this, we’d never opened up or shared this much with each other before, and this revelation that she liked it up the rusty bullet-hole had really got me interested.

  “But… surely it must hurt? Or at least feel uncomfortable?” I inquired.

  “Well, yes, ok, at first it does hurt. But there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain y’know. As long as the guy isn’t too testosterone-fuelled to begin with then there’s really nothing to worry about. I’ve actually achieved orgasm with my hubby penetrating my inner bunghole, without my pussy even being touched! I mean, it’s different to a traditional orgasm, but I’ve definitely cum like that on more than one occasion.”

  Bemused and intrigued, I decided I had heard enough about bum sex for one day, so I thanked her for her support, finished my day at work and headed home.

  During another awkward and almost silent dinner with Robert I knew I was going to leave him – that was a given. I no longer loved him. I knew that regardless of whether I left him or not he would end up sliding his penis up the anal passage of another woman. Maybe it would be this Bernadette slut, or someone else, but I knew he was so obsessed with the thought of a tight sphincter around his shaft that he would sodomise someone eventually.

  As the following days passed thoughts of anal sex drifted through my mind, and I really wondered what it would be like to have a big phallic object inserted in and out of my extremely tight back passage. The thought of it still made me uneasy, but one day curiosity got the better of me and I decided to do a web search for ‘anal sex’. I wasn’t overly surprised to discover that there were in fact many sites on the subject, including some video sites where people had apparently posted professionally made (and home-made) videos of the wicked act.

  So, with a slightly nauseous feeling in my tummy I clicked on a few. Most of them were standard fare – fit hunks drilling young attractive blondes between the bum cheeks with their (probably Viagra fuelled) rods.

  But then I happened upon one that made me stop and watch for a minute. The onscreen couple were not traditional porn stars; they looked quite ordinary and a little overweight. They were about the same age as me; they looked like a married couple. The woman was bent over the bed and was apparently being filmed by her husband who had one hand on the camera and the other was spanking her ass quite hard.

  When he stopped spanking, he grabbed a bottle of lotion and poured it over her red bum-cheeks, down her ass-crack and then massaged it into her puckered mouse’s ear. He then proceeded to insert his penis (which was a very large penis, now I come to think of it) into her willing anus.

  At first he thrusted his hips back and forth rather slowly, but then soon picked up momentum as he began sliding his tool in and out of her quite aggressively, really pumping her for all he was worth. I could see his full balls tighten up as they banged against her, making a satisfying clapping sound. At first I was concerned about this woman’s safety – the human anal passage was not designed to take this kind of punishment, especially not from such a large phallus, but as I continued to watch my fears soon faded as I heard the woman starting to cry out and moan in pleasure. I thought back to what Lisa had said to me about achieving orgasm just through anal sex, and I wondered if that was what was happening to this wife.

 
As the force of his thrusts increased so did her moans, which transcended more into wails. I couldn’t help but reach down and slip my hand into my knickers, as fully clothed I began to rub my swollen clitoris and wet trimmed pussy while the onscreen action delved into my retinas and filled me with complicated emotions of sexual desire and lust. He was now fully impaling her with his angry penile organ, drilling her so hard I half expected his bell-end to come out of her mouth. As his balls tightened further the man achieved his climax, as did the woman, shrieking like a hyena. I came soon after, moaning loudly as I achieved my own orgasm, my fingers soaked and sticky as I frigged my hair pie deeply and satisfactorily.

  The following evening I was on the phone to Lisa while Robert was out, confiding in her and sharing my feelings about leaving my husband. I guess I needed a shoulder to cry on. She was very understanding and her voice was warm and soothing, in stark contrast to what I had been used to the past several years. The subject somehow got back to anal sex, and I’m not sure if it was the emotions or the glass of wine I had just drank, but I actually blurted out that I had been watching videos of anal sex on the internet.

  Lisa was silent for a couple of seconds, but then seemed quite intrigued. “Really? And what did you make of it?”

  “Well, the only reason I watched them was to see the deed that Robert wants to do so desperately,” I said, trying to explain myself and feeling slightly embarrassed. “I mean, he’s dying to stick his penis into someone’s bum-hole – if it isn’t mine then he’ll find another. So I just wanted to see the deed being done to find out what all the fuss was about.”

  Lisa laughed and said, “Look, you’re obviously quite confused and bunged up about all of this, and I’d like to see some of these videos for myself. The hubby is out now, so why not pop over and we can have a look together?”

  Lisa was a good friend and I needed some company. Maybe it was the wine, but I readily agreed and told her I’d drive over now.

  So, I went over to Lisa’s and when she answered the door I was genuinely struck with how great she looked. She was a couple of years younger than me. Her long blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders and her tight fitted top and jeans really showed off her womanly assets.

  We sat down on her couch and she already had her laptop on the coffee table. She poured me a coffee and we started watching some videos. I told her I was still pretty revolted by the idea, but something about it made me want to touch my vagina while I watched.

  “Look it’s really nothing to worry about. You just have to make sure your ass is nicely lubricated, or better yet has been licked beforehand. That way it’ll slip in easily and won’t hurt nearly as much. When I give it that’s what I do – I make sure he’s nicely relaxed before I slide it in.”

  I was quite taken aback by her last statement. When she gives it?!

  “When you give it? What do you mean?” I asked rather nervously.

  Lisa gave me a confident smile. “Well y’know… sometimes I’m the one doing the giving. To my hubby.” She paused for a moment, “With a strap-on.”

  “Seriously?” I still couldn’t quite believe it. This woman, my friend who I thought I knew, who I had confided in, was actually a very kinky lady indeed. Far more than I had first thought. She seemed to have a far more exciting private life than I did, which just goes to show that everybody needs a little excitement in the suburbs.

  “Yes, seriously. You know what… if you want to get used to it and find out what it’s like to have your ass fucked… you could let me do it to you with a strap-on. I’ll go slow – in fact, we can take it as slow as you want.”

  “Erm…” was all I could muster, as I felt my hairy pussy getting wet under my knickers. Jesus, was this really happening?

  Before I knew it Lisa had done a web search for strap-ons, and there we were, sitting on her couch browsing the online stores that sold them.

  “That’s quite a nice one,” she commented, referring to an 8 inch realistic-looking one. It was flesh colored with a veiny shaft and a big bell-end. It even had big plastic balls too. “But God, that would bloody hurt!” Lisa luckily added, chuckling as she navigated away and clicked on a different one.

  Next up was a big black one. It was 9 inches and the girth was quite wide. It didn’t have balls, and looked like a serpentine monster as it snaked out from its studded harness.

  “Jesus, imagine that beast penetrating your narrow tulip! Ouch!” Lisa commented whilst giving a hearty laugh.

  “Ummm, yeah,” I nervously offered, now starting to feel quite worried but also sexually aroused.

  After browsing a couple of other pages we landed on one that sold a 7 inch realistic-looking one. It was similar to the 8 incher but obviously wasn’t quite as big and the girth was a bit slimmer. It had realistic balls that hung down nicely. It had veins and the bell-end was fully revealed – the bell-end was kind of helmet shaped and looked very smooth. It was attached to a black leather belt harness.

  “There we go! I think we’ve found our man!” Lisa exclaimed, and before I could mutter any sort of argument she had clicked ‘Buy’ and paid with PayPal.

  Later that night as I lay in bed with my back to my snoring husband images of big plastic cocks spun through my mind like a phallic highlight reel of penis. My virginal starfish winced in fear as these images shot through my mind, and with my hand pressing firmly against my aching gash I eventually drifted off to sleep.

  However, in the dead of night I awoke to find myself alone in our double bed. It was unlike Robert to be up in the night - he did work hard so usually slept like a log. I put on my slippers and sneaked downstairs to investigate. I peered round the living room door, and low and behold, there was Robert at the computer. He was seated, staring at the screen. He was in his PJs, and his erect penis was sticking up through the fly. As I watched in the darkness, I could see that he was masturbating with the webcam pointed straight at his cock, and onscreen was someone else’s webcam. It was quite hard to see the other person clearly from the distance I was at, but I could make it out as a woman’s face, who was watching my husband playing with his stiff dick. No doubt Bernadette.

  As I looked at Robert’s 5.5 inch erection, I couldn’t help myself compare it to the strap-on Lisa had ordered earlier. I decided that I actually much preferred the plastic one – the shape of it, the balls, everything. Deciding to let this loser (that I was unfortunately married to) have his fun, I sneaked back up the stairs to bed, strangely content and happy that there was an offering far superior to that of my lying husband.

  A couple of days later at work over lunch I asked Lisa if the strap-on had arrived.

  “As a matter of fact it has,” Lisa told me. “And you’re just in the nick of time because the hubby has just had his ass-crack waxed. No doubt he’ll want to be anally intruded soon, so let’s give you a go with the new toy first!”

  “Ok, we may as well give it a try,” I bravely told her.

  “Good. So how about this Friday evening? The hubby will be at a rugby match during the day and then out drinking after. So come round at about 8?”

  I knew that Robert would be away on business then, from Friday till Sunday, so I told Lisa that would be a good time. Although I wasn’t sure exactly what business Robert would be doing. After his recent webcam masturbation session with the infamous Bernadette I wondered if he would in fact be meeting her, and finally easing his anxious little rod into her ready and willing pucker.

  “Great, see you then – bring a bottle!” Lisa winked as we went our separate ways in the office and carried on with the rest of our work day.

  Friday rolled around quickly and with legs of jelly I walked up her garden path, pausing as I got to the front door. Cold feet hit me and I considered turning back, getting in my car and pretending the whole proposition had never happened, going up to my empty bed and fingering my frustrated hairy flange vigorously before calling it an early night. But somehow I found the courage and pressed the doorbell.

  Li
sa looked as attractive as ever as she answered the door, dressed casually but looking great. I sheepishly said hi and entered. We sat down on her sofa once more and her laptop was sitting on the coffee table again, with a familiar video being played on the screen. She popped open the bottle of red I had brought, and we sipped away at the fruity alcohol as we watched an attractive blonde getting anally pummelled by a strapping stud. She was bent over a chair with her pert twenty-something cheeks spread wide as this big strong guy was aggressively sticking his huge organ between them.

  We had a bit of a giggle at the onscreen happenings and as the wine flowed so did the conversation. I found myself becoming more and more relaxed, enjoying the female company.

  “So, your hubby’s out?” I tentatively asked.

  “Yep. Out with the lads after watching hairy men tackle each other in the mud. So, Robert’s away?”

  A tear started to well up in my eye as I said, “Yes, he’s away on business… or God knows where.”

  Feeling my womanly anguish Lisa leaned straight in and gave me a soft tender kiss on my lips. It happened so quickly that I barely had time to register it. Before I knew it I was kissing her back, responding softly as our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined in passionate bliss.

  I was enjoying the moment so much that it felt completely natural when Lisa started caressing my breasts. Before I knew it my top was off and my bra was unhooked. With my nipples fully erect Lisa began kissing and fondling them, taking them in her mouth one at a time and sucking them.