A BEDROOM CONVERSATION

Bobby and Lacey had been married for two years. Being 
the adventurous couple that they were, sexual activity 
had not been something they left out of their still 
young marriage. They had experimented with blindfolds 
and toys. One weekend Bobby tied Lacey up and made her 
his sex slave. He brought her breakfast, lunch, and 
dinner, accompanied with a side of semen for her 
tasting pleasure. She enjoyed that very much being a 
woman who liked to experiment. 

Outside of their private life they were a pretty 
normal couple. Both in their mid-thirties and very 
successful, Lacey having a middle management position 
in a marketing firm and Bobby being a hot shot 
attorney with a position just under the DA in the 
city. They had many friends and would go out to 
dinners with couples and business associates. No kids 
meant a lot of free time to enjoy their marriage with 
weekend getaways and spur of the moment excursions, 
everything seemed pretty perfect in their 
relationship. 

It was a cool spring evening in May when everything 
began. It was Lacey's 20 year high school reunion and 
she was very excited about the event. She finally 
could show off her new husband to everyone from her 
past and catch up with all her old friends. They were 
both dressed to the tilt with Bobby in a sports 
jacket, no tie and Lacey in a sleek black dress. Lacey 
had always kept herself in good condition and Bobby 
was always drawing female attention anywhere they 
went, but Lacey didn't mind. 

"Hurry up darling, we're gonna be late!" shouted Lacey 
from downstairs. Bobby gave himself one more look in 
the mirror and headed downstairs. Grabbing the keys 
and kissing his wife on the way out the door they 
headed for the car in their appointed spot at their 
apartment complex. (their new home was under 
construction). 

Arriving at the event, they entered with the usual 
greetings and smiles that accompany such gatherings. 
Lacey, having been Captain of the cheerleading squad 
and Student Council President, was sort of Mrs. 
Popular. Bobby followed her lead as she broke off into 
conversations with various people, friends she hadn't 
seen for years were telling her about their lives and 
her and Bobby were talking about how they met and how 
it was love at first sight. 

This went on for a good while. Later in the party 
Bobby and Lacey found themselves alone. "How about 
another drink," Bobby said to Lacey. Lacey already 
having had three and having a good night replied "Why 
not, just hurry back." 

Bobby left for the bar and Lacey stood waiting on the 
opposite side of the makeshift dance floor. The line 
was long at the bar being a little later in the 
evening so Bobby took his place in line. As he waited 
to be served he gazed across the room, it was a good 
turnout for a 20 year reunion and he was impressed at 
the group that had gathered. He looked back at his 
wife and noticed someone talking to her. The man was 
in a suit and tie and about 6"2. Lacey had a big smile 
on her face as he watched the conversation. When the 
man finally turned so that Bobby could see his face a 
smile ear to ear broke out. He knew him. Bobby being 
served by the bartender went back to join his wife and 
his friend.

"Tom!" exclaimed Bobby. "What are u doing here? I had 
no idea you knew my wife, let alone went to school 
with her." Tom was also an attorney, but worked for 
another firm. Bobby and he had casual conversations 
from time to time, but never really got personal. 

"Hello Bobby. Yeah, I graduated with queen here." 

Lacey blushed at Tom's compliment. "So were you two 
were acquaintances, or did she pass u in the hall 
without giving u a look?" Bobby asked jokingly. 
"Actually Bobby, Lacey and I dated in high school and 
into are first year in college, I played baseball and 
got a scholarship and Lacey came along." Bobby's face 
changed to a more inquisitive look. "Really, Funny, I 
thought I knew about all her boyfriends from her past, 
but she never mentioned you?" 

Lacey's smile had become uneasy as she shifted in her 
dress. "We were both young and thought we knew what 
relationships were supposed to be about."

"Right," replied Tom with a half-hearted smile seeming 
a little less enthusiastic than before. 

"Hmm, Well guess we all learn as we get older," Bobby 
said laughing trying to lighten the obvious tension 
that had filled the air. Tom replied in almost a 
whisper "Guess so," as he gave a quick glance at Lacey 
who was now totally flustered and looking at the 
floor. Bobby then changed the subject with Tom and 
they started talking about work. Lacey became 
withdrawn as the conversation continued. Lacey, 
watching them bounce off each other like best friends 
was getting very uncomfortable now and began motioning 
for Bobby to end the conversation. She was ready to go 
home. Bobby and Lacey said their good-byes to Tom and 
headed for the exit.

Back home in the comfort of their bed a conversation 
broke out about Tom: "So, One old boyfriend was a 
secret, you never told me about a guy named Tom," 
Bobby said with a sly smirk on his face. Lacey 
replied, "Well a woman is allowed to have a secret or 
two right," Lacey said with a sexy grin as she took 
off her jewelry to get ready for bed. "Besides, I had 
no idea you guys knew each other and that was so long 
ago I had forgotten about it." 

"Oh yeah, I see him around the courtrooms a lot 
honey.. He is a lawyer also," explained Bobby. "And as 
far as your secrets, that depends," said Bobby with a 
dirty look on his face now watching his naked wife. 

"On what?" She replied, almost purring as she entered 
the bed. 

"On whether those secrets involve sexual fantasies," 
he said as their lips and tongues locked together. 

After the kiss Lacey rose up in a seated position, her 
breast bare and beautiful, looking kind of sheepish 
she stammered, "Well, there is something?" 

"Really?" Bobby replied as his heart was beating out 
of his chest. "A Sexual Fantasy?" he asked. "Tell me 
now and it's yours. You know how I am when it comes to 
sex." 

"I know," Lacey replied in a more serious tone. "One 
reason why I love you is because of your sexual 
imagination, but this one...." Lacey paused suddenly 
feeling uncomfortable. Bobby sat up in bed next to her 
feeling her emotions change and seeing the look on her 
face becoming uneasy. "Honey, I'm your husband you can 
tell me anything. What is it?" Lacey sat silent for a 
minute, searching for the words to explain to her 
husband what she was thinking. 

"Well," she finally stumbled, "We've done a few things 
with blindfolds and toys but..." she paused again. 

"Just tell me!" exclaimed Bobby. 

"It's embarrassing!" she replied. "And I don't know 
how you'd feel about it." 

"Honey," Bobby said comforting her, "you can tell me, 
what's your fantasy?"

"Well," she continued, "I've always wanted to be 
manhandled in bed." 

Bobby looked confused, "You mean rough sex, honey 
we've done that a bunch of times. I've held you down 
or backed you against a wall, we've done it."

"No, No!" said Lacey almost shouting. "I mean really 
rough," she replied. "And it would have to be a 
surprise, I mean just you taking over my whole body, 
scratching, clawing, ripping me... and I wouldn't know 
when or if it was you." 

Bobby sat there dumbfounded as his wife described her 
fantasy he wanted her to perform. She wouldn't know 
when or how. She described a situation of secrecy and 
being tied up and gagged when it happened, she 
wouldn't even mind a few bruises. She talked about 
oxygen deprivation and code words.

Finally Bobby stopped her explanation, "You mean a 
rape Fantasy." 

"Yes," replied Lacey. "I want my husband to rape me. 
Crazy isn't it?"

Bobby's mind was swimming. The thought of raping his 
own wife had never even occurred to him, but as Lacey 
was going through the explanation of the event, he 
noticed her nipples hardening and his cock was getting 
hard also. "I don't know Lacey, I really wouldn't know 
how to pull that off?" he said. 

Lacey, now begging after getting that off her chest 
said, "I know, it would be difficult, that's why it's 
a fantasy." Lacey turned over in the bed to her side; 
Bobby turning her way reached over and pulled her back 
towards him. He asked, "Now wait a minute, is this 
something you really want?" 

Putting her head down between her breasts, Lacey gave 
him a slow nod yes. As her head came back up they 
kissed again their eyes met in one last embrace. "Then 
I'm gonna try and make it happen, because I love you," 
Lacey smiled as they kissed one more time. After 
making love they both drifted off into a deep sleep 
dreaming about the evening and there bedroom 
conversation.

Two weeks passed, Lacey had gotten real busy at work 
because of a new account the firm had acquired and 
Bobby was helping the DA on a big case. Their life 
pretty much stayed the same, dinners, parties, but the 
sex life had kind of dropped off a little because they 
were so tired. Also, Lacey had started to get what 
Bobby had referred to as mother fever. She had 
mentioned wanting to start a family after their third 
year of marriage and their third wedding anniversary 
was getting closer. 

She had started keeping track of her biological clock 
and had mentioned to Bobby that she knew exactly when 
her ovulation time was and could map it down to the 
hours. Bobby was impressed at her efforts towards such 
precision. Four more weeks had passed since the night 
they had the conversation about the rape fantasy. 

Over the past few weeks Lacey had noticed a slight 
change in Bobby. Nothing major, but he was becoming 
more and more detached. He wanted sex a little less 
also. Lacey just figured it was a man's way of 
responding when a wife tells him he wants a child and 
starts mapping her menstrual cycles. 

Two months pass now since the conversation about the 
rape fantasy and Bobby had become very hard to talk to 
in the evenings after work. He was very irritable, and 
blamed it on problems at the office and with the trial 
he and the staff were working on. Lacey, trying to be 
a good wife, sought to comfort her husband with a 
little whiskey and some back rubs, but Bobby remained 
withdrawn.

Ten weeks since the rape fantasy conversation pass, 
Lacey decided that she wanted to confront Bobby about 
the state of their relationship. "Bobby," Lacey says, 
"We need to talk." The dreaded words any husband wants 
to hear. 

Bobby and Lacey enter the dining area of their 
apartment and sat down at their table. "What's wrong 
said Lacey, is ever since that night after our reunion 
you've become increasingly distant. Are you mad at me, 
because of what we talked about that night? I know 
I've been pushing to start a family, does that bother 
you? Talk to me? What's going on with you?" 

Bobby responds apologetically, "No baby, I'm not angry 
with you, and I want to start a family with you. I had 
always dreamed about that since I first married you, 
it's just that I've been under a lot of pressure 
lately on this case with it being so public, and as 
far as that conversation after our reunion, I've still 
got ideas." 

Lacey smiled as she became more comfortable, "So you 
want to give me a baby." 

"Yes," he replied, "but let's do this right. When's 
your next ovulation time?" 

"In about three weeks," she said. 

"Okay, no sex till then. Got it?" 

"Well we haven't been doing it much anyway, but okay, 
deal," she replied. 

"On that night three weeks from now... I help you make 
a baby!" 

"Great!" she exclaimed heart fluttering. They kissed 
and went to bed, holding each other in their arms. 

Three weeks later the time had arrived. Lacey was 
finishing up at the office some work she needed to get 
done. It was about 4:30pm. Just as she was about to 
head out, her boss Allyson rushed into her office, 
"We've got problems! There's a rush project that has 
to be finished by morning and it's on your team 
Lacey." 

Lacey's heart sank. She had ordered champagne for the 
evening and a special boutique of flowers for her 
dining room table, now she had to work late. Her plans 
were ruined. My husband is gonna be furious she 
thought. Dialing her cell she was wondering how to 
explain this away. "Hi honey," she said as he picked 
up. 

"Hello darling, Ready for tonight?" he asked. 

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have to work late, my 
boss just dropped a rush project on my desk and my 
team and I are going to have to work late tonight." 

"We could reschedule for tomorrow?"

"Absolutely not, we'll just have to make it a midnight 
dinner." 

Smiling on the other end, Lacey replied, "Okay, I'll 
try to get this wrapped up and be home as soon as I 
can." 

"Can't wait, love you dear," Bobby said. 

"You too, see you tonight," as she hung up the phone.

It was around 11:30pm when Lacey pulled into her 
apartment parking spot. She was very tired as she got 
out of the car and headed up the stairs to her 
apartment door. Rubbing the back of her neck on the 
stairs she noticed some things out of the ordinary. 
There complex was usually well lit, but tonight it was 
pitch black. 

Normally when she pulls into her spot, she is flanked 
by coupes and mini-vans, but tonight the lot was 
almost desolate. Not thinking much of it, she 
proceeded up to her door the blinds were open and 
apartment was pitch black, which she thought was 
strange. Bobby should have been home hours ago. As she 
slid the key into the door, it happened, and nothing 
could prepare her for what was next:

Before she could get the door open, she felt two hands 
on her shoulders pushing her inside and against the 
wall. As she struggled, to get away, a large gag was 
quickly dropped over her head and around her mouth. It 
was tightly fastened behind her head to shut out any 
screams she could make. The assailant then turned her 
around. In her terror she tried to scream, but 
couldn't make a sound because of the gag. He was 
wearing all black and a black ski mask. 

He slapped her twice and twisted her around again, 
binding her hands behind her back. Trying to struggle 
to no avail, he slapped her again letting her go 
almost unconscious. He then carried her to the 
bedroom. Inside on the bed there were two leg 
restraints waiting for her legs. She watched, weakly, 
in horror as the man in the black ski mask, spread her 
legs and fastened both of them into the restraints. A 
gag in her mouth, arms tied behind her back and legs 
spread her assailant began to kiss her. Tears 
streaming down her face she tried to turn away, but he 
persisted. He then decided to rip off her shirt. 

Gagged and tied, she watched as the black figure 
licked her nipples and kissed her chest. She was 
helpless, mascara running, and wincing with every slip 
of his tongue against her nipples. Suddenly the figure 
sat up. Reaching with his left hand on the floor of 
the left side of the bed, he pulled up a knife. Lacey 
was terrified now, what was he planning. Rubbing the 
metal on the inside of her thighs, the dark figure 
proceeded to cut Lacey's panties off under her dress. 
He flicked them away using the Knife once he had them 
off. 

Lacey begging and pleading could do nothing as he 
undid his pants and slipped his unprotected prick 
inside her. He began to pump away on Lacey, flashing 
the knife in her face for a reminder of power, 
intermittently placing the cold metal on Lacey's 
nipples making them erect. Lacey, still sobbing and 
trying to keep her composure from the throbbing prick 
inside of her. It suddenly flashed in her head... THE 
RAPE FANTASY. 

The ordeal she had talked about 3 months earlier with 
her husband after her 20 year reunion. It was actually 
happening. Slowly, she began to change her 
expressions. Her sobbing became panting beneath the 
gag. Instead of tensing and trying to pull away from 
the cock, she slowly started to lift her pelvis to 
help the cock inside her. 

The dark figure over her with the knife, now seen as a 
prop, was her husband. A brief smile started to 
overtake her tears and she started to roll her head 
back in ecstasy as the hard cock buried inside her 
deeper and deeper.

As the dark figure continued to fuck Lacey's fertile 
womb, she thought to herself, what a way to bring a 
baby into the world. He or She can never know about 
this. Then, a new twist, suddenly, from the closet a 
figure appeared. It was another man! But who? This 
wasn't part of what I described she thought? 

Suddenly the man spoke, "Do you like it Baby?" The 
dark figure continued to ram his cock inside her. That 
voice... so familiar. As a demon angel wearing all 
white stepped into the only light coming from the room 
by the window, she froze in astonishment as Bobby 
revealed himself as a spectator watching the Dark 
figure fuck his wife. 

Lacey's expression changed instantly. If my husband 
isn't the one fucking me, she thought, who is? As the 
Dark figure continued to pound Lacey, Bobby began to 
pace the sex filled room. As the moaning of his wife 
continued, now defenseless from the pleasure being 
dished out by the dark figure's cock, Bobby reached to 
the top of the dark figure's ski mask and pulled it 
off. AMAZEMENT! ANGUISH! FEAR! HATRED! ORGASMIC 
PLEASURE! could all be seen at one time on Lacey's 
face as the dark figure's identity was revealed. IT 
WAS TOM!

As Bobby paced the room, he began to explain to his 
wife, while she was being fucked, about the past three 
months. He explained how after that night at the 
reunion, he and Tom got together for lunch, he 
explained how Tom had confided in him that Lacey had 
been cheating for about 4 months. 

He explained how Tom had told him everything about 
their hotel rooms and secret rendezvous. He also 
explained the fact to her that Tom did not love her, 
but just saw her as another piece of ass, which is 
just as I see u now. 

Bobby's voice began to get stern and angry as he 
lashed out at Lacey. Lacey still bound began to cry 
again, Tom still fucking her. Well darling, he 
explained, as I said I am going to help you make a 
baby, no question about it. Bobby proceeded to the 
bedroom door and opened it. To Lacey's horror, in 
walked between forty to fifty Mexican men from the 
construction crew that was building their home. All of 
them had their dick in their hand. All Lacey could do 
was sob as she knew this was going to be a long night. 

Suddenly she felt him tense inside her. Tom's face 
changed and he started to peel his head back. He's 
going to cum she thought as she looked down at his 
pulsating cock. With one more quick thrust he came 
with a giant moan. Lacey expected to experience the 
warmth of his cum inside her, but felt nothing. He had 
pulled out and spread his semen all over her tits. As 
he gathered himself, he took a look at Bobby and said, 
"I'm not gonna be the one responsible for getting this 
bitch pregnant. I'm gonna let these guys handle that!"

One by one the Mexicans took turns inside Lacey, each 
of them spreading their sperm deep into her ovulating 
womb. They had all been drinking that night and 
wreaked of tequila. Bobby and Tom watched as the 
helpless Lacey, sobbing and crying, gagged, legs and 
hands bound, accepted each man's cum inside her womb. 
Finally, the last man entered her now raw pussy at 
about 4:30am. 

This last one was the biggest one. As he entered her 
blood started to drip from her cum-filled hole. When 
he finished he gave the now almost unconscious Lacey 
one last slap. Bobby and Tom watched as the last 
Mexican spilled his seed into her. 

After the construction crew was gone, Bobby leaned 
beside Lacey and simply said," Think twice next time 
you cheat on someone who loves you." 

Bobby and Tom ungagged and untied Lacey. They left the 
room as Lacey, exhaustedly curled to the corner of the 
bed. "Let's go," said Tom. "She has a baby to think 
about."