For the third Friday in a row, Mary sat down at the dining table with her mug of coffee. She sat with her back to the veranda windows, which were wide open and overlooking the back garden. She could feel the warm, summer sun on her back. She didn’t feel as nervous as she had the first couple of times. She had expected it to happen on both occasions but when it hadn’t she began to think that it never would. She knew these things must be hard to arrange, and that her husband may also have had second thoughts.

A few weeks earlier they had lain in bed talking about sex - discussing fantasies, actually. Steve had asked her what she thought about when masturbating, did she have a particular fantasy she enjoyed? Mary had been embarrassed to talk about it, but he managed to wheedle it out of her. He lay there listening as she spoke, with one arm supporting her shoulders and his other hand touching her through her knickers. The presence of his fingers excited her. Steve knew exactly where to touch and how hard to press. The rub of soft cotton against her clitty sent her into orgasm. Afterwards, they made love. She was still fantasising as he fucked her, and it seemed so real to her. It had been her best fuck in a long time! As they kissed, before turning over to sleep, he made her a promise. “It will happen,” he told her. “I’ll make sure of it!”

The shrill, rising squee of a blackbird startled her. She went to turn around but a hand covering her mouth, and an arm across her upper body arrested her. “Don’t struggle and don’t talk!” said a quite but firm male voice in her ear.

It was happening!

“Put your hands behind your back,” the voice said again.

Mary quickly obeyed. His grip around her upper body relaxed as he extracted a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. Moments later her wrists were secured, and his hands were resting on her shoulders. “Just do as you’re told and keep quiet, and you will be okay, understand?”

She nodded nervously.

“I am just here for money and valuables, nothing else.”

“I… I… we don’t have anything of value,” she said nervously. “I have twenty pounds in my purse. That’s all I have.”

“Show me,” he told her as he pulled her to her feet.

It was then she got a look at his face. The hood of his jacket hid most of his features, and his beard covered most of his lower face. But she noticed his dark eyes, they seemed to penetrate her. “Where is your purse?”

“It’s in the kitchen,” she told him.

He reached for the veranda windows and closed them, before locking them. The click of the key sent a shiver through her body before a gentle shove in her back made her lead the way out. His hand gripped her arm all the way to the kitchen where her handbag lay on the kitchen table. He released her and picked it up, unzipped it and tipped out its contents onto the table. He rummaged through the various items quickly, only stopping briefly to pick up a tampon carton before lifting the purse. Once again he emptied the contents out onto the table. There were a few coins, a ticket, a debit card, and the twenty-pound note. He picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket as he turned to face her. “Any jewellery?”

She shook her head. “Nothing of any value,”

He stepped behind her and raised her left hand. “That looks expensive,” he said about her engagement ring, before easing it off and putting it into his pocket.

“Where’s the rest? You must have more than this!”

“Up… upstairs, in our bedroom.”

He took her arm again. As he began to lead her away she began to wonder if this was for real or was it all part of the fantasy. Yes, this was a burglary, but she didn’t imagine it to be like this. In her fantasy there were no handcuffs, no roughness, but his grip was strong. In her fantasy he found nothing of any value, and he fucked her instead. There was still nothing of any value, but he had pocketed her money and engagement ring, and she had no doubt that he was capable of fucking her.

Inside the bedroom she led him to the dressing table. He was looking around the room and his eyes remained fixed upon the bed for a moment. It was freshly made, and his eyes told her it looked inviting. He turned and picked up the small jewellery box, turning the key, he emptied everything out onto the table. She was annoyed, everything was arranged in order in their trays. His fingers rummaged through them, and he picked up a couple of rings, examined them for a moment and then tossed them onto to the table. Looking down at the drawers, he pulled one open. It was her panty drawer. He smiled as he pulled a handful out and tossed them on the table.

She felt violated as he pushed his hand to the back of the drawer in search of anything else. There were only panties inside, intimate apparel belonging to her. He turned and grabbed her hand and led her to the bedside table. He guessed it to be her side of the bed and he was right. Inside the drawer were some personal items and a vibrator. He lifted out the pink toy and switched it on and off before turning to face her. “Looks like you were right,” he told her. “Hardly anything of value here except for your engagement ring and money for takeaway and a bottle of wine”

She looked into his eyes as he stepped closer. “I don’t like leaving a gaff empty-handed.”

“You have my money and my engagement ring,” she told him.

He reached out to the bare flesh above her low-cut top, and gently stroked. “As I said, I don’t like leaving empty-handed,” he said as his fingers reached up to her lips.

“W… what  else do you want?”

“Oh, I think a nice girl like you would know what else I could do with,” he said, stroking her lips. “These lips look as though they have pleased a few cocks in their time.”

“You want me to… ?”

He smiled as he placed his hands on her shoulders. Mary didn’t need to be told as she slowly sank to her knees, with his hands steadying her. This was part of her fantasy, being forced to suck a man. Take a man’s seed in her mouth as he held her head tightly and used her mouth like a vagina. Maybe he would pull out at the last moment and spray his cum all over her face and her hair. There had been one-man years earlier who enjoyed sending her home with her hair and breath smelling of semen.

She knelt before him as he hurriedly dropped his pants and briefs before putting his hand around the back of her head and using his other to guide his cock to her face. “There’s a good girl, open nice and wide.”

Her mouth opened wide, and he slipped it inside her. “Hmmm, you’re good at this,” he told her as her lips folded around him. He used her for a few minutes, pushing her head back and forth. She could taste his pre-cum and knew that it wouldn’t be long before the rest followed but he suddenly stopped and lifted her to her feet. “I think my cum belongs elsewhere, don’t you?” he said stroking her face.

“You’re going to fuck me?”

He smiled before reaching behind and unfastening her cuffs. “Get your clothes off,” he told her.

“And if I say no?”

“Then I’ll put your cuffs back on and fuck you anyway,” he told her, dangling them in front of her face.

She looked away and began tugging at her top. In her fantasy her clothes were torn from her body, but this was just as good, being made to strip while he watched. The last garment off was her panties and as she went to put them on the chair he took them from her and put them in his pocket. “A trophy,” he told her as stepped out of his shoes and trousers. Still wearing his top and hooded jacket, he gave her a shove, sending her backwards onto the bed. “Spread your legs,” he snapped.

Mary obeyed and he stepped forward and touched her mound. “Mmmmm, shaved,” he muttered. “I like them shaved. Who does that for you, your husband?”

She nodded as he held his erection. “Is he bigger or smaller than me?”

She looked at it. “He’s a bit smaller,” she answered.

“I bet you’re just saying that to make me feel better,” he responded as he knelt down on the floor.

“No, it’s the truth,” she said as he parted her thighs wider. For a few moments he just stared at her sex before using his thumbs to part her labia. Mary looked down at him as he inched closer. She wasn’t expecting this; she wasn’t expecting oral sex, she was just expecting a fast and furious fuck, but his tongue reached out for her.

Mary squirmed and cried out as his tongue touched her, and then reached down and grabbed his hood, pulling him tightly against her. She loved the feel of a man’s tongue on her sex, and this wasn’t just any tongue; it was the tongue of a man she had never seen before. His tongue penetrated her, releasing juices in the excitement, and they were replaced by his fingers as he tongue moved higher to her clitty. He knew what he was doing; he knew how to please a woman. He was an experienced lover. One climax came and then another, and then he pulled away.

Grabbing her roughly around the waist he spun her round and positioned her in the middle of the bed. As he climbed on the bed she opened her legs wider. He smiled. “You need this don’t you?” She returned a faint nod.

Mary gave a yell as his cock entered her. It was the biggest she had known, and it stretched her. The smile on his face told her that he knew it, as well. She knew that this not going to be a gently fuck or a slow-placed one, like Steve’s often were. When his hands slipped under her bottom and gripped her firmly, she knew that this was going to be a fast and furious ride, and she yelled, in anticipation.

He didn’t wait for her, but she already sensed that he was just interested in his own satisfaction, hers, meant nothing to him. It still didn’t stop her experiencing her own orgasms though. Afterwards there was a moment of intimacy as he climbed off her. He kissed her and thanked her.

As he finished dressing and picked up his handcuffs before turning to walk away, she got off the bed and ran after him.

“You’ve got my money and engagement ring,” she said grabbing his arm. He turned and grabbed her by the shoulders. “I came for money and jewellery, but you barely had fuck-all, so I fucked you as well. We’re even now!”

Mary stared in disbelief. “You’ve got my knickers as well.”

The stranger smiled and pulled them from his pocket and held them against his nose. “You smell good. I’ll keep these as well.”

Mary stood at the top of the stairs dazed at what had just happened. She had been robbed and fucked, just as she had fantasised, but had it been a play out of her fantasy? Or had all this just been for real? It took her a few minutes to regain her composure and then she tried ringing Steve, but he was out of the office. Today he was visiting customers and would be on the road. She didn’t know what to do. If it had been the latter, then she should be calling the police, but if it wasn’t?” She tried calling his mobile phone, but it went into message mode. She left a message asking him to call her, but she knew he probably wouldn’t get back to her until the end of the day. In the end she decided to shower and dress and wait for Steve to call.

There was no call, no response from the husband she so desperately needed to talk to. She spent hours in silence, waiting, drinking coffee, and staring regularly at her left hand. Her missing engagement ring left a gap not only on her hand but in her life as well. She felt naked and lost without it. At 5 pm she heard a car in the drive. It was Steve.

She stood silently in the kitchen waiting for him to appear, her right hand covering her left one to hide the missing ring. She held her breath momentarily as she heard footsteps approaching. Suddenly Steve appeared in the doorway followed by the man who had robbed and fucked her.

She let out a squeal. “You! It was a ….. “

Steve smiled. “Yes, I told you I would do it.”

Mary launched herself forward and slapped his face. “You could have fucking let me know.” Steve grabbed her arms and she burst into tears. She sobbed, letting her emotions run riot for a good ten minutes. In the end, Mark joined in too, putting an arm around her shoulder, with an apology trying to placate her. It seemed to help. “You could have given me my ring back!”

“I’m sorry, I should have realised that you were new to all this. I thought you would have realised that it was role-play.”

“I didn’t know what to think. It seemed so real in the end. I nearly called the police.”

He apologised again and took her ring and money from his pocket and handed them to her. She thanked him as she put her ring back on. Mark then pulled her panties from his pocket and handed them to her. Mary laughed and handed them back. “Here, you take them. Think of them as a souvenir.”

He smiled and then made to leave. Steve called after him. “We may want you again, Mark.”

He turned and looked at Mary. “I don’t think she’s ready for this, Steve.”

“Ready for what?” Mary asked.

“Acting out your fantasies.”

She thought for a few moments before responding. “Okay, maybe I did overreact, but it was my first time. I would like to continue though.”

Mark looked at Steve and then turned to Mary. “Well, if you’re interested in carrying on, I would like to help out. What sort of thing do you have in mind?”

She looked at Steve. “Would you mind leaving us alone for a few minutes, darling?”

Steve hesitated for a moment before turning around and leaving the kitchen. Mary closed the kitchen door and then pointed at the table. “Take a seat Mark.” As she down in front of him, he smiled. “So Mary, how can I help?”