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My confession is, when i was younger, married around 28 years old. I worked with a guy. We were friends at work, usually chatting about random stuff at times. We saw each other many times on shift.
My father made some hand crafted furniture. I told him about it and he wanted to see some. I told him it was my fathers hobby and he nor my mom were not home during the day to see it. (We worked 3'rd shift).
I arranged to meet him at my parents house to look at some of the furniture. We were alone in the living room looking at a small table when he started to get really friendly with me . Putting his hand on my shoulder and gently stroking down my arm in a sensual manor. He started telling me sweet things about how much he liked me and thought I was attractive and always wanted to kiss and make out with me. I told him to remember I was married and he said he knew but that didn't matter to him. He pulled me close and hugged me. I have to say I did have a subconscious attraction to him but never intended on doing anything at all. I found myself returning the hug and before I knew it he was kissing me deep. I must have become somewhat limp and relaxed. Next thing I knew he scooped me up and put me down on the carpet on my back. He had one hand under my shirt and the other had my short pants pulled down in the front. I started to resist at that point knowing what he wanted. He then took both hand and pulled my pants and panties down below my knees. I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down and grabbed my pants and panties and pulled them off my legs in an upward motion keeping me off balance and on my back. Holding me then with one hand on my chest with his weight he had his jeans down and got between my legs. His knees on my thighs with his weight. It hurt badly and it made me relax and legs open to get him to get off. He reached between my legs and inserted something inside me. I don't know what it was but i suspected later it was some type of birth control. He then proceeded to push himself inside me and fuck me. I squirmed and protested telling him to stop and get off at first. He kept going and finally I just gave in, my body liked it and my reflex pulled my knees up to let him fuck me unrestricted. I lay there moaning lowly as he drove into me faster and faster. In my guilt I loved it. He was some bigger than my husband so it was definitely different. When he came he pushed in and held. Then got up, pulled up his pants and left me there naked from the waist down, shirt and bra pushed up exposing my breasts and cum leaking out of me on my parents carpet.
I lay there several minutes before getting up and cleaning the mess.
I went home and never told anyone.
Next night at work, he acted like nothing ever happened. I kept my distance from him and he left there a month or so later. Have never seen him since.

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# 48314 - by Mrstobusy / December 4, 2020

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by Anonymous on Dec 4, 2020 at 2:01 PM

Nice. I imagine all rapists would like for their victims to lay back and moan for them as they get wetter and wetter. Tell us Mrstobusy, you said you felt guilty for liking it. Did liking it extend all the way to cumming? Did you watch his big cock force your pussy wide and pummel your insides while you came? How much bigger than your husband was he, hmm...?

Did you avoid him at work because you were scared he'd try to fuck you again or because you were afraid you'd ask him to?

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by Anonymous on Dec 4, 2020 at 5:47 PM

No I did not orgasm. If it had kept going longer I may have. It lasted about 5 to 7 minutes. My husband is pretty much the exact average. Of course I could not measure him but I would guess maybe he was a couple of inches bigger. No I did not look and watch the act as it was happening but I did see him clearly when he finished and stood up.

He acted like nothing happened at work but I don't think I we ever spoke again.

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by Anonymous on Dec 4, 2020 at 9:56 PM

What would you have done if he had approached you about "looking at more furniture"?

Would you have slapped him and walked away, leaving everyone to guess what went on between you?

Would you have frozen like a deer in headlights?

Would you have eagerly answered "Yes, what time?" and been an enthusiastic participant in your own debasement? Would you have shed all pretense once you got him there, along with your clothes? Put a towel on the floor to catch the drippings?

by Anonymous on Dec 5, 2020 at 5:02 AM

A snide comment like that would probably have brought out a "F-U" comment from me, then walk away.

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by nunya on Dec 5, 2020 at 5:13 AM

What if he had been more subtle? What if he had approached you with something along the lines of wanting a chance to talk to you in private about what had happened?

Would that have earned him that strident F-U as well or would you have been more open to the notion? Given that you said it felt so good, even given the circumstances of that first encounter, do you think you would have felt excited and gotten wet in anticipation of it maybe happening again, but with your willing participation?

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by Anonymous on Dec 5, 2020 at 7:38 AM

Being so close to the time it happened then, I probably would have been outwardly angry toward him.
He would really have to been very apologetic over and over to soften me up.
I don't think I could ever have the same relationship as before. How could you trust someone who would just do that to you. Even if it turned you on inside??

by Anonymous on Dec 5, 2020 at 7:48 AM

I suspect the others asking questions are trusting he'd be just as big of a rapist if he got you alone again. I think the question that everyone is skirting around the edge of is whether you'd let him get you alone again in anticipation of him behaving exactly the same. In short, was he good enough of a fuck, with a big enough cock that you would have liked to experience it again while knowing what was coming.

Leaving the hypotheticals behind, have you ever used the incident as fodder for your imagination in a masturbation session? Have you imagined that big cock rutting in you and that uncaring face above you while you rubbed your clit?

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by Anonymous on Dec 5, 2020 at 10:09 AM

The answer to that is no. I would not be alone with him again.
Leaving the hypotheticals behind, Well I posted the story. It was a long time ago.
It is still vivid in my memory.

by Anonymous on Dec 5, 2020 at 10:49 AM

When you masturbate to the memory, do you ever switch up details? For instance, does it sometimes become a seduction by a big cocked friend? Or is the feeling of being overpowered and forced part of the excitement?

by Anonymous on Dec 5, 2020 at 1:12 PM

Definitely a feeling of being overpowered.

by Anonymous on Dec 5, 2020 at 1:22 PM

Does the person overpowering you always look like your rapist? Does your imaginary rapist always have a bigger cock than your husband? Do you sometimes imagine him having a bigger cock than your real life attacker?

Are the acts of the your fantasy rapist an exact mimic of your real rapist's? Or is your imagination given freer rein; like are you ever forced to your knees to service him orally? Or does your imaginary m****ter take your anal virginity without your permission? Or does he bring a friend or two for a longer session?

by Anonymous on Dec 5, 2020 at 1:37 PM

This kind of thing happens more than people realize. This basic thing happened to me several times too. I'm... I... I'll deny it if confronted on it but... Well... the thing is, we can often predict these situations before they happen. Here is an example, I had an ex that tracked me down. He claimed he had a box of stuff of mine he wanted to return and wanted my address. I couldn't think of anything of value I left behind so I told him to keep it. He kept insisting. His insisting got me suspicious of his intentions. I felt mixed feelings on his bad intentions as I'm happily married. I could have stood my ground or gave him a fake address but I didn't. He could have showed up when my husband was home but he didn't.

He knocked on my door RIGHT after my husband left for work. I could have told him to leave it on the porch. I could have came out and locked the door behind me. I let him in. He set the box down. We made some small talk and he started bringing up the better parts of our past. By now I was expecting it when he suggested we have sex one last time for old time's sake. I said 'No way, I'm married... I'm not like that,' He claimed I was being rude and that I owed him one last turn. He must have got tired of talking his way into my pants as he was on me like a bad date. Hands and lips all over. I told him 'NO, STOP, SERIOUSLY you have to go' and resisted. No, I wasn't violent because I didn't want him to get violent back. I'm short and thin and he's way taller and VERY strong. He groped and ripped and pulled my clothes off enough to get at me. I knew I was screwed as soon as he didn't stop with my verbal orders to stop and leave. He wasn't as good as my husband in any way. When he was done he smirked as he thanked me for inviting him over to seduce him and left.

Did I call the police? No. Did I tell my husband? No. Did I enjoy it? Not really. Not REALLY? Well... I didn't like HOW he did it but... I'm glad it did happen. This was the first time this happened after I was married, but not nearly the first time I've been TAKEN before. I missed being taken. I didn't have to let him in and I had a good idea of what would happen if I did. I didn't report him because as much as I felt mad at him, at the time, I'm kind of glad that there are still men like this around. I wish there were more

by Anonymous on Dec 5, 2020 at 2:02 PM

Ok so the answer to do i fantasize about this happening more with someone who looks like him, no not that looks like him except for when I think about the actual event.
Do I fantasize about his size? Hmmm. No I do not think about anyone or him forcing oral or worse.

by Anonymous on Dec 5, 2020 at 2:08 PM

Anon commenter:

You say you had a good idea of how things would proceed if you let your ex into the house. I find myself highly curious about how easy you may have made it for him.

You say he showed up on the porch and knocked about as quickly as he could after your husband left. I know this is the most stereotypical trope ever, but how were you dressed when you answered the door? Were you in practical pants and blouse with underwear in all of the appropriate places? Were you in some shortish but socially acceptable sundress you "forgot" to pair underwear with? Were you in a translucent nightgown that showed shadows of you nipples and bush?

As much as "enlightened" folks aren't supposed to notice these types of things, how you were dressed when you invited him in gave a big signal to him as to just how receptive he should expect you to be to his advances.

Now, when you didn't follow his expectations, he felt entitled to go ahead and take what your clothes seemed to indicate you were offering. You gave him token resistance at best, he got his cock wet in you, no doubt dumped his load in you, and walked away feeling justified in having taken what he wanted. He was also hoping for the next week that you weren't on the pill and that he had knocked you up.

You took a little time to pull yourself back together. Then you made the sensible decision to not tell anyone because you didn't have a mark on you and had already been wet enough when he came in to prevent any internal damage. So, my read is you showered, tossed the soiled clothes in the hamper and went around the rest of he day satisfied that you still "had" whatever it is that can move a man to violence to have sex with you.

You said it was the FIRST time after you got married. That kind of implies there were more episodes like this. Were there? Did they involve people you knew or worked with?

And how many times were you forcibly fucked before you got married? Was your husband one of the men to do it?

by nunya on Dec 5, 2020 at 8:18 PM

OP,

Based on your last reply, I think you've summed up pretty well that when you're in full fantasy mode, the man forcing you to give up pussy and service his cock until he's done rarely resembles your real life attacker in the face but has a marked resemblance in terms of being well hung.

On the other hand when you're in memory mode versus fantasy mode, the face and cock both are what you remember from your assault.

My curiosity shifts a little now. When you're masturbating, what percentage of the time do you think you're in memory mode? Does the actual memory of the event where you were overpowered carry greater erotic intensity than what you can imagine?

by Anonymous on Dec 6, 2020 at 6:26 AM

"Does the actual memory of the event where you were overpowered carry greater erotic intensity than what you can imagine?"

Now being safe and no worries, remembering the feeling of being overpowered does carry an erotic intensity when thinking about it at certain times. Make no mistake to assume I would ever want that to happen again.

by Anonymous on Dec 21, 2020 at 12:10 AM

To the guy asking a bunch of question; since I wasn't expecting anyone, I was wearing my usual sweat pants, t-shirt and panties. I hadn't brushed my teeth or showered yet but was about to. I guess, yes, to the rest of your questions. Idk who the second guy was. He surprised me from behind and was REALLY big and strong and had my shirt pulled up over my head. I never went back to that laundry mat. Before I was married a boyfriend I was hoping to marry r**ed me when he stopped taking No for an answer. I had planned on letting him but wasn't ready yet and not like that. I broke up with him and after three months I let him win me back. When he did the exact thing again I moved away.

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