A word of caution, this subject must be one for deep discussion before deciding to partake. My aim is to have my wife satisfy her desires in whatever form they take. We know how diverse sex can be and going to the edge may be a priority for some but a task too far for others. We have enjoyed threesomes and she has had lovers who have satisfied her in other ways than me. Fine with that from my perspective. However we were in a discussion about what she might like as an alternative to our regular love making, adventurous as I might be, my cock has been familiar territory for her and I was seeking to give her a new experience. She had mentioned before about dark rooms and strangers and I recalled the conversation as one we had touched on before but instead of exploring it, we had gone to a couple of swingers clubs with some gratification for us both. The only drawback was that we felt the knowledge that all in each club knew what we were there for, the thrill of the chase was missing (wonder if that is a throwback to neanderthal times). Suffice it to say, the thrill for her seemed to focus around a form of forced sex, rape for short. This called for a lot of sensible discussion rather than just going out on the hunt for a likely place or furtive looking guy on his own, prowling the streets looking for cheap meat. This idea was repugnant to me and a bit frightening of the serious consequences and probable mental scarring which anyone suffering from the real thing would experience. In an effort to rescue the idea and get it controlled was hard to comprehend. I found some videos online which centred around burglars getting more than the family silver after breaking in. Some showing bondage where the woman is trussed up and taken advantage of, which we had already done together. The themes appealed and some of the old vintage porn was more authentic but the acting of poor quality and grainy imagery. Women taken in the woods had her juicing up as we watched but in the end we had also done that ourselves. It was several months of research from both of us and we were beginning to think nothing would turn up when one night we were out for a drink and a friend from years back was in a bar we were in town for. Liz had never met him and we had a good chat about all sorts. He was now working at a large business as security and he regaled what he did which though mundane for the most part, he worked some nights in the cabin at the entrance barrier and his conversation revealed he used handcuffs which were his own property. I always thought that they would be part of the equipment accompanying the keys. I asked how often he had used them and found out they were only used when some protesters broke in one night and tried to cause some damage but failed. At the end of the night we were in bed and I whispered the rape scenario to her, not mentioning his name but as if she were a protester and being caught and strip searched before inevitably being fucked. The response was immediate, she gushed after just a few minutes of introduction and there followed an impatient and frenzied response to my touches and kisses. in the gasping aftermath I got to thinking this might be a way of getting the thrill but in a safe and controlled way. I was in no rush but centred my thoughts on how and where and probably who was going to tie the idea together and give my lovely wife the thrill she was seeking. Des was in that pub frequently and we spent at least one session a month in there with him. He was just an ordinary guy, divorced five years and filling his time working and going on holiday as there was nobody else to concern himself with. He was well built, stocky and proportionately fit for his age (43). I had his number as he played badminton at a club and I had a few games with him, but kept my cards on the table. The summer had passed and Des had been to Spain a couple of times and had a good tan which did not seem to fade as quickly as mine did. in the autumn, he started playing darts at a pub close to our home. Liz was not always with me down to hobbies and clubs she attended so her involvement was less than mine. I had drawn a plan up and waited until Des was sitting with a fresh pint and I had plucked up the courage to see if my idea might work. He was always very friendly with her and I asked if he liked her. He was wary at first, maybe thinking I was going to accuse him of something but I said she was cool with him and liked his company. It was then that I was at a crossroads, did I tell all and admit that she had thoughts beyond normal friendships or did I keep my mouth shut for longer. I was ready to burst so I spilled my idea to him. He sat incredulous and looking round, checking that nobody was in ear range of us. I said it might not happen but if it did would he be up for a forced sex scenario with her. His eyes narrowed, then he asked if I was for real. I had to admit I was the main force behind the idea but that she had expressed the desire and watched a lot of porn shorts on the subject. I said that if it did go off there was to be no physical harm done and if we agreed her having a no means no agreement, then all should be fine. We had the use of a safe word but using that would mean giving the scene more of a role play feeling and reduce the effect I wanted her to experience. We agreed to just allow the idea to develop, trying to make a spontaneous action as realistic as I could. Yes I am no Shakespearean actor but felt like one with the screenplay I was attempting to conduct in the name of reality. Using the excuse of research, I scanned dozens of porn videos around the subject and found most of them badly scripted American films. The best quality was offered by French and Italian crews, where believable forced sex scenes seemed to be more mainstream than English ones. Unfortunately these are usually undubbed so the cacophony of speech was a bit of a nuisance. However I told Des to go on a couple of sites and see what he thought. He said he knew the sites and had already seen a few good films, some full length. He was more into the idea now and I noticed him studying Liz more intently since our chat. We found some mutual territory, I asked if his job would be a good location but he said it was too dodgy, but he had been wanking at night thinking of Liz with him. Our house was a thought and maybe his, but how to get her there without me was a poser. Summer was here, almost a year since the initial thoughts and desires had been hatched. I had promised her a sexy scenario long enough ago for it to be at the back of her mind. Des rang me and suggested a barbecue at his place, his neighbours were away and his bungalow was at the end of a road with fields beyond and behind his place. He asked if I was planning to be there and I said that I wanted to watch but for it to work, it needed to be just them two. I asked what he had in mind and he said that he might somehow get her inside and handcuff her, which we had discussed in the pub, then strip her naked and fuck her. I thought that a great idea and suggested we make the BBQ the next week to give me time to spice her up for the night. A few wines and vodka got the mood ready and I gave her some very sexy talk which got her going in the direction we both wanted. The plan was set up. She knew something was on the cards but I put a red herring in by creating a sub plot of a guy coming to give her a massage just the day before the BBQ, then at the eleventh hour Des rang me and pretended to be the massage guy opting out. The confused face told me she was let down and the next night we were at Des's for his BBQ. The next night came and the hot day made for short skirts and low tops. She asked if it was too revealing and I said 'Not enough' and got rebuked for it. She was happy and had forgotten the let down of the night before. I said 'Never mind, there's always another day', I hugged and kissed her and touched her nipples which hardened immediately. A lovely snog and grope and I had set her in motion, knowing she was getting randy for later. What she did not know was that it was not my cock she was going to get. We got to Des's and he was in shorts and the grill was heating up nicely, the scene was calm and she sat soaking the early evening sun up with her legs showing nicely and a G&T in her hand. I went in with Des to get some drinks and he pointed to the sofa and said his cuffs were under a cushion. I said I had arranged a phone call in about an hour and that I would make an excuse up to have to leave for an emergency a few miles away with a leaking tap in an upstairs bathroom and flooded carpets etc, then I would park down the road and come back and watch from the hedge in the field at the back. Back to the evening, Liz was kept with a full glass and was nicely merry when my phone went. Game on. I went outside to tell Des and Liz I needed to go and sort an emergency out and I should be an hour unless it got difficult. I promised to go back for her, having had soft drinks due to my job. I gave Liz a kiss and touched her breasts and smiled at her, saying \I would be as quick as I could and Des would look after her. Des smiled and said 'No problem' I was away and parked in a village hall car park then walked back to the field entrance, down the path and into the field. It was a hundred yards or so to the hedgerow where his bungalow backed onto the field. Hawthorn in bright green, thickening but with a few small gaps, lucky for me there was a good vantage point and I could see he had put the lounge light on, very thoughtful. Liz was chatting to him and then stood up and walked into the kitchen with him close behind carrying their glasses. She sat where the cuffs were within six inches of her, Des passed her glass and she leaned forward and put it on the coffee table in front of them. In a flash, he whipped the cuffs out and snapped them on her left wrist, playfully, then took her right hand and snapped her in them too, locking them and smiling . I had told him to start on her breasts and make sure he tweaked her nipples, which he did. I knew the effect and he kissed her too. I could only see what was happening and had warned him she might say no, but said to go ahead as this was the kind of rape scene that had turned her on several times in the videos we had watched. His hands did the magic and she was wanting. I had told him to be rough with her clothes, ripping them if necessary as I had put a spare set in the back of the van unbeknown to her I had tried to think of everything. Des was doing a great job, he got his cock out as I had said she would like to see his size which I knew to be a bit wider than mine. He slipped the straps of her top down and had her bra exposed then pulled the cups down, her tits now strained by the straps. The top was now useless and he had a knife handy, cutting the straps he pulled her top down to her skirt, then played with her tits. She was struggling which made things so much more real as if she was actually getting raped but her nipples were visibly hard as I saw his finger and thumb tweaking them as she squirmed. I could see he was grinning and Liz was struggling but not too hard. I wondered if she had an inkling what had been planned, but just hoped that if she did, that she would go through with it anyway. He held her cuffed hands down and put his hard cock against her face, he must have asked her to suck it. It seemed the situation was now firing her up and she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it very efficiently. I had a raging hard on. The evening was still very light but the scene in the house was hot. He destroyed her bra, cutting that through too. The cuffs had made this necessary but he had her naked to the waist now and he was working on the skirt which was elasticated and therefore easy to deal with as there were no hands to prevent it being slid off her knees,down her sexy legs and onto the floor leaving a very lovely thong covering her shaved cunt. I could not tell, but assumed she was wet, sucking his cock and being stripped for an inevitable fucking while her husband 'toiled' elsewhere. He stood her up and removed her thong which she helped by lifting her feet one at a time, then he laid her down across the sofa and opened her legs to see her very wet cunt swollen and ready for him. She lay splayed and ready, not something a rapist's victim would do I am sure, but I think the scenario was now changing, she was ready for Des to fuck her and his fingers only confirmed that fact as he entered that lovely wet slit and had her squirming with joy. I was by now frantically tugging my throbbing stalk at this sight. One I had seen before, but as always, a new scenario brings out a special excitement and this was among the best. I lost my battle with keeping my spunk in until i got my turn but remained hard despite shooting a healthy string of cum into the unsuspecting hedge. His cock was a thick red pole around the same length as mine, Liz was wanking him with both hands which looked awkward but Des was true to his word and he got between her legs and forced his cock deep inside her. I heard a groan, deep and breathy as he delivered his cock to her depths and they began to fuck, her hands still cuffed but now round the back of his neck, pulling him into her, something which I imagined did not occur with the raw real thing. The scene was frenzied, I was intrigued and ecstatic and she was obviously on fire with delight as she took Des's seed with his furious thrusts. As things subsided I saw Des release her hands and she relaxed into the sofa leaking all over the place as I discovered as I returned to the back garden carrying a replacement top for her to wear home. Her destroyed bra and torn top was despatched to the rubbish bin. I revealed the extensive plan to her and she said she thought we were concocting something but played dumb as she knew me so well. I reckon that is what a long marriage does for you. Your innermost thoughts are merely mirrored by guveaway actions