Anonymous Sex

“Okay Wynona, I’m heading out now, anything I can do before I leave?” said Frank.

Wynona took a deep breath, as she lay on her bed naked that afternoon. Her arms and legs were bound securely to each of the bed’s four legs with the nylon rope that had been purchased just that morning, her blindfold made the dark her eyes saw pitch black.

“No,” she said, “Just go… I am so excited. Wait, what time is it right now?”

Frank looked at his wristwatch, “He should be here in ten or fifteen minutes. Enjoy your rape.”

“I will Baby,” replied Wynona, her voice quivering with excitement.

After Frank applied the final element of Wynona’s fantasy, a ball gag that would stifle her ability to speak, he took one last look at his wife before he turned to leave the bedroom. Wynona looked completely helpless and Frank could not help but envy the man who would be arriving soon to fulfill the fantasy Wynona had harbored for years.

Finding the right man for the job had been much more difficult than Frank and Wynona had expected. Soon, it would be well over a year since they had created an online profile on a swinger’s site expressly to elicit such an event. Frank kept his real thoughts secret from his wife, but after being married to her for five years, he knew that her fantasy had to be experienced. He was worried about the scene, one of complete and forever anonymity, but he was also intrigued by the sheer extremism of it.

Wynona was obsessive with her wild side and once her mind focused on an experience, it would haunt her and stay with her like a virus until she received her cure. He assumed that Wynona’s fantasies stemmed from her complete lack of sexual experiences before they had met six years earlier.

Wynona and Frank had first met at a church function, a charity pancake breakfast, where Wynona served as one of the cooks. Frank’s friend Ronnie had mentioned that First Methodist was holding the breakfast to Frank and although Frank never attended church at all, he had stopped in that Saturday morning rather than going to the Denny’s Restaurant on Classen Drive.

It was far from love at first sight for Frank and Wynona, who despite her good looks was very much what people would label as a wallflower. She was a shy, twenty-seven year old virgin who had only gone out on a handful of dates over her entire life. The most intense sexual experience she had ever enjoyed before meeting Frank was an occasional kiss on the cheek on her doorstep at the end of her date. She rarely went out with someone more than once. Until that first date with Frank, Wynona’s dark side fantasies were unknown even to herself.

Frank was Wynona’s complete opposite and even his good friends considered him a man-whore as he stalked local nightclubs on the weekend, seeking his next encounter. The main thing that Frank and Wynona shared was that he also rarely went to bed with someone more than once; savoring a woman’s pussy just that once satisfied most of his fascination with from her.

Frank didn’t settle on just kissing Wynona’s cheek as he brought her back to her apartment that evening after taking her out to dinner. Although he had intended to take it slow with her, knowing how inexperienced she was, her offering of the side of her face as his reward acted as a trigger to Frank’s more aggressive style and he grabbed her head and turned it towards him and kissed her boldly on the lips. Wynona had tried to struggle and pull back from him at first but her realization that she was being taken against her will aroused something within her and she ceased resisting him. Before the night had ended, Wynona had lost her virginity to Frank and loved every minute of their encounter.

What Frank had taken that night was not a willing partner, but a woman who simply resisted just enough so that in her mind, she had not given him permission. She had simply surrendered to him and his needs because he seemed to give her no choice. Frank understood her rape fantasies but he had been surprised at how excited he had felt while he held her down and mounted her that first time.

At the heart of Wynona’s secret pleasure was the feeling of total submission she experienced. Her cries of protest during that first encounter had given Frank pause but he quickly realized that for Wynona, no meant yes. Even after their marriage, Wynona never seduced Frank; he simply took her when he felt the urge and both of them enjoyed it that way. From Frank’s perspective, Wynona was virtually incapable of sex unless she felt she couldn’t control what a man did with her body.