Connie’s Male Rape Desire

Connie’s Male Rape Desire

This story based on some true events, names changed and all.

She was married. I had slowly got the hots for her. I met her thru mutual friends and something about her started drawing me to her. I to this day, can‘t really explain it. I watched her at a neighborhood gathering. She sat by herself on the couch. I sat on chair across from her. I watched he mannerisms. She was a little jumpy. She played with the locket around her neck, played with her hair, twisting it with her finger. She kept pulling her sweater down, sticking her tits out. Her foot danced up and down and she kept glancing at me quick. I started imitating her. I did everything she did. The hair, the locket movement, the pulling down the sweater and dancing foot. She noticed me doing it and soon began to smile. She got up and squatted by me smiling and whispered: (“Are you making fun of me?”)

I said: (“I sure am, your making me hot.”) She blinked in surprise and said: (“..a…what???”) I repeated my statement and looked her in the eyes and whispered: (“….besides I think your beautiful.”) She got up and sat back down, taking a big breath. She acted like she was ignoring me, but gave a quick smile at times. I stood up and said: “It’s so noisy in here, I think I’ll go sit on the front porch.” and winked at her. Within a few minutes, she came to join me on a porch swing. We sat quietly, swinging back and forth. We waited for one of us to talk. Finally I whispered: (“…Connie.)

She leaned over to my face to listen and said: (“…yes?) I said: (“..I had no business saying that to you. Your a married woman….now,…. could I have a kiss?”) She giggled and reached up and turned my face to her, checked to see if anyone was looking and whispered: (“..of course not. I’m a married woman..(kiss)…and I…(kiss)..don’t…(kiss)..do things like that.:” Then she kissed me a soft wonderful long kiss, with her tongue quickly dancing on my lips. She stood up, cleared her throat, adjusted her sweater and tapped her foot. I stood up, cleared my throat, pulled down my shirt, and took a long time adjusting my big boner.

She smiled and got in my face and whispered: (“Your making me hot doing that! You can‘t just make me hot, and just leave me!”) I said: “Now we have two hot people. It would be a shame to waste that.” She gulped, smiled and leaned her head on my chest. “Your right, it would be.”

That was the beginning.
Our attraction grew and grew

We both went to the local golf club’s social gatherings, just a gab fest with punch and some recorded music to dance to. Her husband was older, didn’t dance and just ignored her. She would casually spent time talking to me, without causing any raised eyebrows. She was beautiful to me. That shiny black hair, slim build, she didn’t wear hardly any make up because she didn’t need it, all natural beauty. She was 5’ tall and medium boobs. We lusted for each other from a far for weeks. Our eyes were a giveaway, so we had to avoid that. When she did look at me with those hungry eyes of wanting me, mine did the same for her. I got a big shots of warm feelings right in my dick, and she got a warm rush and a wet pussy, we told each other later.

Connie thought…..
(“….my god what’s happening to me. I’m so drawn to him. He’s tall, so handsome and for some reason I’d love to feel him and I naked together….
What am I thinking!!!…
I’ve always been the perfect little wife, doing all the right things. He’s wiping that out, I want him so bad. I’ve never had an affair or anything like it, but I want him to hold me and kiss me in a dark place, hidden from everyone. He wants me too. He whispered to me in the corner: (“I want you Connie.”) I felt my pussy dripping over that. I whispered back: (“We’ll have to be careful, (gasp) but I just don’t care, I want to be with you.”)
Lusting for him is exciting and ok for a while, but it’s growing more and more everyday now. I’m starting to have dreams about him. I wake up all hot with a wet pussy, dreaming we‘re having steaming sex in a far away place. I’m tearing his clothes off and are going at it like animals, fucking and yelling and cuming out of this world. I’m afraid I’ll say his name in my sleep. I better be ready to explain that if it happens.
He’s like my daddy. I wanted my hubby to be like him, but it didn’t happen. When I was young I wanted my daddy to at least try and cop a feel on me, like some of the other girl said their dad’s did. Some had sex with their dads too. My daddy would never touch me. One morning I found some of my panties in the clothes hamper with cum on them. It had to be his. It gave me tingles like I never had before. I touched the cum and smelled it. I got way more tingles right in my pussy. I touched my tongue to it and I actually orgasmed right then.