Her husband helped her live a long-time fantasy. She had put if off for more than a decade, thinking whoever she revealed it to would think her disgusting and immoral. She held off so long on broaching the subject with her husband. Finally, after so many years, the trust was there, and perhaps being older, and more self aware and self assure, she finally brought it up.
It wasn't just the anal sex. She and her husband had done that before. And it wasn't that she liked being restrained. She liked it when he held her hands, and she let him know she liked it when he got a little rough.
Her fantasy was so much more. It involved another man. And anal. And being held. And... there was more. She wanted her husband to hold her down. She wanted another man to take her. In ass. Not gently, but really take her.
And that wasn't all. There was more. her fantasy got darker and more violent. She wanted her husband to hold her down, while the other man sodomized her--while her husband egged him on, saying dirty, deprived things. Degrading things. Like: "Fuck that bitch." She wanted, in short, to be forced. Humiliated. Used. She wanted to act out a fantasy rape, where her husband held her down, and obscenely told another man to pound his big cock into her ass. It was, she knew, wrong. Socially unacceptable.
What did it say about her? Was she perverted? Even morally broken? In real life she was a respected professional. She had a job, a home, and always saw family on the holidays. She had always been good her whole life. For once, she didn't want things to be so nice.
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