Marriage Consoling

"I... I dunno honey."

"Oh come on! You said yourself sex has gotten stale lately. Let's live a little!"

Charles and Hannah Smith were high school sweethearts, he had been the star quarterback and she his jaw-dropping cheerleader girlfriend: an American love story worthy of a Rockwell painting. Yet, while their love for one another had never faltered, their sex life had become stale and lately both husband and wife found themselves wondering what could have been if they'd not 'settled down' so quickly. Neither was sure what caused them to think of others. Was it the allure of forbidden fruit? Repressed regrets? Midlife crisis? Whatever the reason neither husband nor wife could help but think of all the sex they hadn't had.

Hannah filled the gap with an ever increasing consumption of internet pornography, which it had awakened something within her. Not that she hadn't known these kinky thoughts had lurked in the dark part of her heart for years. It was more like seeing her long held fantasies on film had given them a sense of legitimacy, as if knowing other people liked this stuff made it feel OK. What Hannah wanted her husband to have his way with her; but she didn't want to be pinned against a wall. She didn't want to be tied up, fight back, or even roll over and take it. Hannah wanted to go beyond mere bondage. She wanted every last piece of autonomy taken from her and reduced to a simple object. Frustratingly, it seemed like an impossible fantasy. Even in her wildest fantasies or what horrible things she imagined done to her it seemed like the desire to be objectified could never be fulfilled. Until, finally, one of her dark internet searches took her to a very shady website where she found a most unusual product. One she hoped would be the solution to all her problems.

"Tempus Max" branded itself as a potion designed to cause, what the website described to be as, 'temporarily paralysis'. It promised to make the consumer incapable of any movement for 60 minutes. She was pretty sure that the pill she held in her hand was intended as a date rape drug, and wondered if there was some type of authority she should call. Still, Hannah was extremely excited at the prospect of having all bodily autotomy removed to her in such a way. Her fingers trembled with excitement and her pussy felt aflame with arousal, soaking her granny panties as if she was in heat! She pumped her credit card information into the site without even thinking, and only later wondered if she'd been the latest phishing victim. Yet four to five business days later, just as promised, a small nondescript box had shown up at their front door.

She saw the box as she pulled into the driveway after picking the kids up from school. Instantly she felt her heart pumping faster than she could ever remember, her blood feeling hot as a stream of adrenaline shot into her veins. "Yes!" She whispered under her breath, loudly enough for her kids to look at her confused. As she quickly snatched up the box, embarrassed, before any of the kids could pick it up she realized it was now time for the hard part: convincing Charles to take part.

After the longest afternoon of her life, Hannah was worried she might explode while watching Charles eat his dinner. It was cute how he had no idea what his wife was plotting while munching on his potatoes and steak: his favorite dinner. Finally, after the evening dragged on, the kids were in bed, and they had retired to their bedroom for the evening. Hannah didn't even let the fact that her husband had yet again failed to make a move on her bother her, and instead went right for her sales pitch. When she was done, Charles looked at his wife speechless, feeling conflicted as she leaned into him earnestly whilst beseeching him with her pretty eyes.

Charles wanted to please his wife, what loving husband didn't? But he had reservations. Charles had never been all that kinky, and wasn't into "whips and chains" in any context, let alone in the bedroom. His closest encounter with S & M was that Rihanna song a few years ago. Besides, were they really going to trust their safety to some 'potion' that Hannah had found on the internet? However, despite his reservations, Charles caved. It might sound like a hackneyed phrase, but it really was her eyes that had won him over all those years ago. It was always impossible to say no to "Hannah Eyes" as he called them... but this? This was unlike any request she'd ever made of him. Charles felt conflicted... he wanted to honor her request, but he also didn't want to hurt her! How could he bring himself, consensually or not, to force himself onto his wife... but how could he bring himself to say no?

"I make no promises..." Charles began, but before he could even finish, she squealed with happiness and pulled him into the biggest hug he'd gotten in years. It made Charles' cheeks blush, reminding him of their high school days... specifically prom night when he'd popped the question. He smiled, remembering the kiss that they had shared that night, and looked at her, wondered when and why the magic had left their relationship. Perhaps she was right, maybe they did need something to break up the monotony of married life? He hoped so, but quickly Charles regretted agreeing to his wife's fantasy as she shared the full details of the arrangement.

...

"What have you gotten yourself into...?" He muttered under his breath, which hung in a mist in the cool February air.

Hannah, explaining she wanted it to 'feel real', had told her husband to go to the park a few blocks down from their house and 'attack' her there. Charles had to stop himself from rolling her eyes, she made it sound so simple! But while she could use the word 'attack' so nonchalant didn't mean he could. It made him feel dirty, even if she was literally asking for it, to force himself on any woman like this: let alone his precious wife, no matter how much she reassured him she wanted this! He had felt so dirty as he'd scoped out the park, just like a real rapist, looking for a low-light area deep into the park so no innocent civilians would get involved or spoil their plans: after all, not only was Charles uncomfortable with what Hannah was asking him to do in the comfort and safety of their own bedroom! There was small detail this was a public park, and he was 100% positive someone was going to call the cops on him at any moment. A man hiding in the shrubs wearing all black, including a fucking ski mask! How much more suspicious could he be? If Hannah's scheme went according to plan the cops could very well arrive to find him humping some passed out woman! Best case, that would require hours of awkward explaining that would still land both of them a public indecency rap.

He could already see his face on the evening news now... "Come on Hannah..." He muttered, feeling his legs start to burn from squatting for too long. He was growing impatient, not over mounting excitement for what was to come. Charles just wanted to get it over with so he could go home!

Finally he saw his wife, dressed up in a lime green sports bra and matching leggings that poorly fit her curvy frame. She had bought them three years ago when she had pledged to get back into shape, they probably would have fit her much better back then. Not that Charles was really complaining! For one, his body, while still clearly powerful, had also accumulated its own layer of 'softness' in the years and children since childhood. The former quarterback turned couch potato long ago exchanged his barbells for brews, watching the game instead of playing it. His midsection was a testament to middle age and a few to many nights of over indulgence. Even so, he really did love his wife's extra curvy frame. In fact, as he watched her jiggle and bounce her way down the path, looking sweaty and clearly out of breath, he found something stirring within him for the winded tigress he hadn't felt in years. His heart began to race, and he started to forget how cold it was or how sore his legs were from crouching for too long. His cock growing hard, properly erect at least, for the first time in so long he was a little surprised it didn't creek like an old, improperly maintained door.

Suddenly Charles felt much more confident to give his wife what she needed, even if not quite the way she had requested. Without a second thought, he hastily assembled a new plan and discarded the small bottle she'd given him, throwing it to the side. He raised up slightly on his haunches, waiting with bated breath for his wife to past him; watching his prey through the branches of the bush.

Hannah had, of course, seen her husband hiding in the bush, it was wintertime and the shrub had lost its leaves long ago, providing very little visual cover for the hulking fur hiding behind it. Heck with the wind blowing her direction she had smelled him before she had seen him. At first, this had frustrated her, she hadn't wanted to see the attack coming, but she decided to roll with it. She jogged past the bush, playing dumb and waiting for her husband to rush her as planned. As soon as she had passed him, he sprang from the bushes, tackling her with athleticism he thought he'd lost long ago. It felt good to use his old skills as a football player again! He was mindful not to **too** rough though, this was just a game between husband and wife, after all... but he did make sure it was impossible for his wife to escape his grasp.

Hannah yelped as her hulking husband tackled her from behind, somehow he'd taken her by surprise anyway. Her heart raced, pumping franticly with fear, even though she knew it was her husband: who would never hurt her. Hannah hadn't been expecting the emotional impact of getting tackled by a much bigger, stronger foe in a dark park with none around to help or even care. Many feelings filled her chest at once: helplessness, fear, arousal, and guilt all at once.

Despite Charle's best efforts, the couple went down hard on the opposite side of the path, landing perilously close to some painful looking blackberry vines the city had yet to prune back yet. The air knocked out of Hannah's lungs, and she felt paralyzed even without the potion. She felt Charle's hands gripping the waistband of her leggings, practically ripping them from her. _Why isn't he using the potion?_ She wondered angrily.

"What the fuck, Charles!" She yelped. "This wasn't the plan!"

"Shut the fuck up." He growled. "You wanted me to 'have my way with you' well guess what? I am... only, in that spirit, I'm gonna do it my way!"

"Not like _this_!" Hannah whimpered pathetically. "Let me up!" But even as she protested Hannah knew she was full of shit. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this aroused! Hannah felt flustered and hot from her run, cool air rushed over her hot, pussy as he pants were torn down. Reflexively she reached back to play with her herself, desperately searching from some relief, but her husband stopped her and slapped her hand away and leaving her to stew in her arousal.

"Oh, exactly like this." Charles replied cockily, noting his wife's immense arousal, which motivated him to keep going.

His wife's wet, eager pussy now exposed and free for him to use. The old quarterback used his forearm to pin his wife to the muddy ground, her large chest squishing into the muddy ground, while he used his free hand to pull down his sweats. His massive, throbbing cock popped free of his pants, a sizable drip of pre already rolling off the end. The impressive, girthy member had earned him quite the reputation in the locker room!

Hannah moaned, submitting to her fate, the mere knowledge of what was coming next ran a shiver down her spine.

Still, to keep up with the bit, she struggled against the muscular forearm that pinned her to the ground. She didn't hold back either, aiming a few kicks at her husband to make sure he wasn't taking it easy on her. Despite Hannah's struggle, she didn't manage to move an inch, making for a stark reminder of the size difference between the couple. Again a trickle of fear ran through her, although it only served to further stroke the fire of arousal between her legs. Yet, just as things were starting to get really good, the prefect scene even without the potion, Charles stopped! Why?

She turned her head and looked up and in the pale moonlight, Hannah saw a look of concern on her husband's face._Damn him! _She thought to herself once she realized what the hold up was.

His stupid concern and love for her had reared its ugly head again, Charles too worried if he'd gone too far to continue. She blew exasperated breath from her mouth... she supposed she ought to take it easy on him, he was doing his best for her and was only acting out of love. Actually, as she relaxed a little, she could feel herself falling in love with her husband all over again, even if he had somewhat ruined the moment. She reached up and pulled him down by the collar so she could plant a kiss on his lips. A very tender moment considering the scene. For a moment they lay in the dirt, a tangle of limbs in the brush. Something seemed juvenile about the whole thing, probably because they were doing it in a park: just like they had when they were kids. Their movements were clunky, their noses bumping awkwardly, just like the night they had done it for the first time. "Do it... if you love me, fuck me like you hate me." She whispered before calling out louder. "Get off me!" and aiming another fruitless punch at his chest.

Legitimately scared someone would hear his wife and understandably think she was really in trouble Charles worked quickly to get her pants off the rest of the way. He stuffed her wet panties into her mouth and used her pants to secure his kinky, makeshift gag in place. He then flipped his wife over and with her face in the dirt, holding her hands behind her back, penetrated her vulnerable pussy with his throbbing cock. There would be no more tenderness that evening, no foreplay or any other sort of slack cut.

The scene ended at that moment, even if their sex had just begun. Hannah was so worked up and needed his touch to badly to even offer a token struggle. In fact, she actually thrusted herself into her lover, making sure her ass was high and easily fuckable.

Taken by the moment and driven to action by his wife's obvious desire, Charles fucked his wife like he never had before. He spanked her ass, hard, loud clapping sounds of flesh on flesh mingling with her moans as they bounced off the trees. He thrusted as deep and fast as he could possibly manage, penetrating her with every ounce of strength he had and stretching her with every inch of his girthy member. Charles smiled happily as he listened to her happy, lewd whimpers from beneath him. Even hearing a muffled 'harder' escape from the makeshift gag in her mouth. As he railed her as hard as he could, Charles allowed his hungry hands to wander all over her body. Fondling her breasts as if he owned them, grabbing her ass, he even squeezed her belly: something she normally never let him do. Still, he couldn't help but nervously check over his shoulder every couple of minutes, and his nervousness at getting caught made it difficult to finish. That was probably a good thing, however, as he wasn't sure if he could have outlasted his wife otherwise. The embrace of her warm pussy just too tantalizing, her body too sexy... he wanted to come so badly.

Then again, it didn't take very long for his wife to release anyway. One of those great big shuddering orgasms that seem to take everything out of you. She shrieked into her gag, this took Charles by surprise: she had always been rather quiet during sex. He took it as a good indication of the pleasure he'd managed to bring her, and felt pride as Hannah squirted all over her husband and the ground beneath them, before Hannah collapsed to the ground: twitching and moaning incoherently into the makeshift gag. Charles wasn't long behind her, it seemed as if his wife's hungry snatch was milking his cock for all he was worth, squeezing his cock tighter than he ever could have imagined. Soon, with a loud grunt, he also finished. Squirting a gigantic load of cum inside her, jizz flooding her and joining her girlcum as it dripped from her well fucked pussy.

In the immediate aftermath, Charles and Hannah suddenly felt exhausted. They just laid there on the muddy ground, panting and savoring their new found closeness for a while. However, in their post clarity, both realized how stupid and risky this was. As fast as he could Charles leapt up from his wife, struggling for a moment with clumsy fingers to remove her panties. Both struggling with their pants, rushing to clothe themselves before they could be caught, and bolted from the bushes, dashing towards their minivan with was parked at the park's entrance, chubby bodies bouncing wildly with every step. When they finally reached their van Charles fumbled with the key for a long awkward time while Hannah tugged at her door handle uselessly until, finally, they got inside and quickly drove away from the scene of the crime. It was only when they had gotten a couple of blocks away, driving past their house in the process, did Charles pull to the side of the road to catch his breath.

"It's been a while since I've done a 100 yard dash." He joked before turning to his wife to find her already staring at him. For a long while they stared in each other's eyes, seemingly needing a moment to process what had just happened.

"I love you..." they said in unison before leaning forward to kiss again.

They made out over the center console of their twenty-year-old Honda with the faded clear coat and the battle scars of family life. It was different from that kiss in the park... less tongue and slower but no less passionate. It was more intimate, comfortably familiar. Yet, it still carried more passion than any of the kisses they'd shared in the last decade.

Everything was alright.