Rear Door

I have to find a way to persuade her.’ He thought to himself as he turned to
sleep. ‘But how?’ As John slipped into a state of drowsy, lazy thought. For
months he had been trying to persuade his wife, Jen to indulge his interest in
anal sex, finally he had managed to steer the conversation to the subject.
“I am not against the idea per se.” she said as they lay in the darkness.
“But you know how fastidious I am about all that type of thing.”
“Yes but I would of course use a condom. I’m sure it would be great for you
too.”
“That’s not the problem, I really just shudder at the whole idea of something
so…” she paused a moment before being able to formulate her thoughts.
“…intrusive.”
He pondered her reply for a moment before responding by laying a loving hand
on her thigh. Her hand covered his and played with his wedding ring for a
moment.
“Maybe?” he needed an answer but had to wait for a tense moment before it
came.
“Maybe what?
“There is something that you wish for in bed but find it difficult to ask
for?”
“Ahh, a trade?”
“We agreed a few months ago to be more open about sex, well I am trying to
follow our agreement.”
“Let me think about it for a day tomorrow night we’ll discuss it again, I
might be able to come up with something. But I may not!”
And that was that! He turned to sleep wondering what his wife might want in
return. He could not imagine that she had any secret wants that needed
satisfying. He was of course the perfect loving husband. After all he had even
consented once to give her oral sex, what more could she ask?
*****
At work the next day he pondered his dilemma.
Was there anything that he would not do for her in return for anal sex? No,
he would even go down ‘there’ again and again to try fucking her tight ass, that
hole that lured him with its taut promise. It would be so delicious, her
stretched face down whilst he pushed ruthlessly into the depths. He would excite
her with his hands and give her an explosive orgasm whilst he pushed deep into
her firm body for the first of many, many times.
His daydream absorbed him so that he did not notice Carl, his boss, standing
over his desk. Carl’s voice broke into his reverie and woke him with a start.
“How are your sales figures looking for April?”
“Uh, not so good. I still have a week ‘till the end of the month but it’s not
looking good.”
“Well, I have been adding up the sales of all three of you and I must really
say, John, that I am very disappointed in your sales. OK, five cars sold but all
of them shopping cars.”
“Well there is a little hope, I have the guy who wanted a company limousine
almost signed and two people returning in a couple of days, they looked good.”
“Well I hope so, I really like you John but recently you are falling behind
Jim and Eric in sales terms. If you don’t manage to stop the downward trend then
I may have to cut your salary and your bonus is already pretty dismal.”
John felt a claw at his belly. A drop in pay would make Jen even more distant
and the holiday in Spain would go down the tubes. Another thought skimmed the
surface of his mind. If she was moody then his chances of any sex would fade and
splutter like a guttering candle. No anal, in fact no sex at all was always the
result of Jen’s dissatisfaction. Months of persuasion and working the subject of
anal sex would dissipate.
“I shall push harder and try to get more sales.” He spluttered, lost for an
effective and convincing reply.
“Nothing personal old boy but I have a duty to head office and I cannot cover
for you forever.”
Another stomach cramp, even this conversation was turning disastrous. ‘God,
what do I say? He has almost fired me already the cold bastard.’
“Maybe I am missing something.” He struggled to go on. “Want to go for a beer
tonight? Or perhaps a meal, we could discuss it properly.”
Carl seemed to ponder for a moment. “OK. I owe you that much, let’s meet up
and go for a Chinese, hey and bring your wife.”
That was that then. He was going to have to tell Jen and she would get moody.
He would be upset and she would say something to Carl that would get him fired.
‘Shit.’ He thought this was shaping up for one of his life disasters like the
time that the handbrake gave way when he was making out with that Suzi in
college. Christ, getting the car in a ditch had so pissed his father off. It was
not as though he had got further than her bra.
*****
“Please, don’t make a scene,” pleaded John as his wife struggled to choose
the right dress.
It had not and he had known that it would not, go well with Jen. She had been
really angry but as usual the heat of the anger died and she was only
quarrelsome. After the argument had raged he managed to get her to choosing some
clothes for the soiree.
She threw a few shoes around and then finally chose shoes and dress. John
said nothing when he saw her choice but he could see that she had chosen to
spite him. Green ballerinas and a red skirt. Christ what a match, like one of
santa’s elves without the charm. Makeup? Not likely, au natural. This strop of
hers was going to cost him his job!
The meal was as dismal as he had anticipated. Carl ordered the most expensive
on the menu and a bottle of wine that John could not drink because he was the
driver.
Jen left most of her food “Slime on shit. John you must complain and get me
something edible.”
Worst of all the conversation was stilted and clearly bored Carl. This was a
bad result. Finally the night of the thousand knives was over and they were
home. They got into bed separately, Jen was already curled up on her side of the
bed when John got in and switched off the light. He almost cried, it had been
the worst of nights and he dared not try to get his wife into conversation.
He was just starting to finally drop off to sleep when Jen’s voice brought
him up short. “John, still awake?”
“Yep!”
“I have thought of something. Something that you could do in bed for me.”
John was fully awake. “What?”
“It’s a bit difficult to put into words.”
“Please tell me, how can I do something if you don’t tell me.”
“Well it is difficult and I am scared you will refuse me.” After her words
there was a brief silence. Outside the bedroom a car drove by, breaking the
silence. “It is something I really need. Something I need you to do to me.”
“And anal?” John almost whispered the words as if saying them too loud would
make the answer come back in the negative.
“Anal? Yes I would be interested in allowing you anal.”
John almost yelped. She wanted some oral sex or maybe a massage with scented
oils. His imagination went no farther than the articles he had read in her
Cosmopolitan magazine. Then he would make her love anal sex. He could feel
stiffening, a rising of the blood.
“Can you tell me, love?”
“It is so difficult, you know how shy I am.”
John let that go without retort and said. “When?”
“Next week, Saturday.”
With a small movement she indicated that the interview was over. John could
only lie in the dark, but Saturday was only a few days away.
*****
Saturday afternoon at four and John was repairing the sink in the kitchen. He
could see his wife’s plump ass swaying as she prepared a snack.
Saturday afternoon at five and John was watching the football. He saw his
wife’s plump curves and the way her large breasts hung under her T shirt as she
dusted the shelves.
Saturday afternoon at six and John was sipping a beer. He could see the way
that her over-tight jeans cut the ravine of her buttocks as she tidied up his
snacks.
Saturday afternoon at seven and John was passing the bathroom. He could see
Jen’s outline in the shower. Buxom, smooth, wet and plump. The fuzz of her pubic
hair visible through the wetness of the curtain. She turned to allow him to see
her sweet ass, the object of his desire, the inviting gates to his fetish.
Saturday afternoon at eight. Eight, evening, dusk, nightfall, sundown and the
rising of sexual passion.
Jen entered the bedroom. “Just give me a minute or two.”
His blood pounding, his prick straining, his head ringing. This was that
moment. That culmination of his sexual odyssey to penetrate and rape Jens third
hole. Pacing he walked from the spare room to the bathroom ten times. His
trousers bursting with his erection, his breath uneven.
He could wait no more and entered the bedroom. Darkness lit from the door.
His wife, plump, curvy and looking like a goddess in red pumps and red gloves.
She brushed past him and left the room.
“Won’t be a moment darling.”
He waited in the silence and heard her lock the front door. Frantically he
undressed and tossed his clothes in an untidy heap. ‘How like her to lock the
doors, practicality before sex and grumbling before practicality.’ He thought.
He heard her go through to the kitchen and then return. With rope in her hand.

Rope.
She wanted him to tie her down as he fucked her ass. ‘Christ! He thought,
this is so much better, his rape fantasy surfaced, she would love his dream of
fucking every hole in order, ass cleaned by mouth and then fucking bruised cunt.’
She entered the room. Red corners with a pale luscious body. Four of hearts
with a spade in the centre of the card. He felt her hand on his prick. “Can I
tie you?”
He heard the words but displaced the meaning. He stretched a hand to take the
rope but she slid a noose over his wrist. Startled he put her words in the
correct order. She was tying him.
“Yes of course.” He replied, his dream altered by the thought of his wife
riding him, her ass swallowing his prick as she knelt over his erection. She
would control the fuck. This was her way of making the first time safe for her.
The second would be different.
It only took moments. The loops and the knots in the rope needed only to be
tightened. He allowed her to tie him spread eagle on the bed, his prick like a
flagstaff waiting for the flag. With a florish she pulled the last knots and he
was ready for her to have the ride of her life.
“Darling, now I can show you my fantasy, my dream of sex.”
For a moment she rummaged in her bedside drawer and brought out some
stockings. She climbed on him, for a moment he thought that she was going to
force him to have oral sex but her hands lifted his head. He wanted to say “Let
me fuck you.” But the stocking entered his mouth before the first syllable. The
other one went round his head and bound the first in place. Muffled noises, but
no sense.
“Darling you wanted anal, now, and only now do you get it.”
With a flourish she produced two more ropes for his ankles. She ran them over
the barred headboard and pulled tight. She undid his legs and pulled the looped
ropes and his ankles rose towards his head. John started to struggle but she was
too strong and he lacked leverage. He ended with ankles bound close to hands a
curve of body that exposed him fully.
“I did consider fucking you with a dildo. After all you did want anal! Then I
considered that a scent bottle or broom handle might be better. That way you
could really get your dose of anal. But that seemed all really like too much
hard work for the man who mumbles about rape and sex in his sleep. The man who
wants to fuck his wife’s ass and then make her clean up. It was not enough!”
John struggled, his dream had gone from completion to depletion in minutes.
His mad wife was going to do something awful to him. “No, don’t worry I would
not cut your dick off, it would mess up the mattress. I have a little surprise.”
With a wink she went to the door and opened it. There stood Carl. Naked,
engorged prick in hand. He smiled at Jen as he gently rubbed himself solid, like
the head of a missile, on target.
“You see I noticed that Carl was interested in men rather than women, so I
let him in your back door.” She smiled. “I wanted to fuck you and he wants to
sack you. I want a divorce and he will be a mate. The balance is perfectly
level.”
John’s eyes started out of his head as his wife went to Carl and stroked his
organ gently with one of her gloved hands. A tube of gel and the prick was ready
to allow John to experience anal sex at first hand.
“I told him about your fantasy, you know, fuck and lick.”
Carl laughed. “I have always liked the idea. I’ll fuck you and then you can
clean me. When you’re fucked by me you stay fucked.”
“He thinks a good performance is had by setting targets so you had better
satisfy him or he may let you have his sack.”
With a giggle Jen left the room as Carl, following his prick, forced the
husband who had always wanted anal to suffer his fantasy.
****
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