Anna bit her lip as she stared at the kitchen clock. 7:23. Only seven more minutes. God, she was nervous. She pulled at her loose t-shirt, trying to fan down her sweaty body. Nerves. God, the nerves. John should be home soon ... no, she scolded herself. Not John. Not tonight. Tonight, he would be something different. Someone different. She opened the firdge, trying to clear her mind. Trying to suspend disbelief.

After nine years of marriage, the sex had started to wane. A sex therapist suggested acting out fantasies. John wanted a three way, but Anna just couldn't stand the thought of sharing her husband with another woman. The comprimise ... a mutual fantasy. Anna longed to dominated. To have sex with a stranger. To be overtaken. Almost raped, but not quite. Taken by force, by a sexy man with no name. John agreed to take the role. And now it was almost showtime.

Her pussy was throbbing already, just imaging what was about to happen. Then, a sharp knock at the door. She glanced at the clock. 7:26. He was early. Thank God. Anna cleared her throat and touched her hair, then stopped. Trying to do what the therapist said. Be someone else. Be unaware.

When she opened the door to a man with a toolbelt and a clipboard, she was disappointed. The man was tall, shadowy, with coarse stubble darkening his face. Crestfallen, she let out an, "Oh."

"Heard your phone needs some fixing," the man said, his voice gravelly and low.

Puzzled, Anna furrowed her brow. Her dirty blonde hair was toussled, swaying above her round shoulders. She was a beautiful woman, though by no means the sexual ideal. At 28, she was 130 pounds, with curves in all the right place, but a few where she wished they weren't. But it was her eyes that made her special. That made her sexy. A boyfriend in high school had told her she had the bluest eyes of anyone he'd ever seen.

"Um, actually ... " Her voice trailed off as she studied the man's face. Underneath the stubble, and in better light ... no, John was a blond, this man had dark hair. But then she looked into his eyes. Warm and chocolate-colored, almond-shaped ... John. She tried not to smile, relaizing he'd dyed his hair, let his stubble grow a few days. She cleared her throat again, trying to clear her mind. Be someone else. She stood back form the door. "Yeah, it's ... it's in here."

She turned, walking into the living room. The man slowly shut the door and turned the deadbolt. He walked slowly behind her, studying the shape of her ass in the tight jeans. Licking his lips, he set down his toolbox, advancing on her. Her back turned, she picked up the remote, pressing the buttons. "Just ... doesn't seem to work." Stepping close behind her, he felt something dark, something primal overtake him. He grabbed her roughly from behind, the remote clattering onto the coffee table. Reaching around her, he grabbed at her breast, sqeezing it hard through the tee shirt, breathing hard into her ear.

"Maybe you ain't pushin' the right buttons," he almost growled. Adrenaline pounded hard through her veins. God, she hadn't expected him to be so rough. For a moment, she was afraid. Then, the most pointed sense of euphoria washed over her. God this was exactly what she'd wanted. He wasn't John. He was a stranger. She wriggled against him, shrieking, "No! Stop ... My husband will be home ... Stop it, please!"

"I like it when they say please," the man rasped, taking her earlobe in his ear while reaching under her shirt, her breast more than filling his hand. Anna closed her eyes for a moment in the guiltiest of pleasures, while the man's other hand cupped her harshly between the legs, pulling up hard, grinding the rough seam of her jeans up into her crevice. She pulled weakly at his arms, but the he was too strong, his arms were like steel. But God, a part of her didn't want to get away.

His hand moved from between her legs to the fly, unbuttoning them clumsily and yanking down on the zipper before shoving his hands down, into her underwear, rubbing the delicate skin with calloused hands. He grunted into her ear as she winced in discomfort. Pain spiked with pleasure as he pinched one nipple, then the other. Suddenly, he whipped her around to face him, pulling the hand from her pussy to squeeze her firm ass. "You scream, I think you know what'll happen." Anna was dumbfounded, staring into the face of this man. If she didn't look into the eyes that could be no one's but John's - if she didn't look in those eyes, she believed it. She believed everything. God, she was getting so hot.

"I won't scream," she said breathily. "Only good screams." She grinned at him.

He smiled back rogueishly, sliding down her body to pull down her jeans, exposing her supple tanned thighs, admiring the untanned triangle around her vagina. The hair was shaved and trimmed, a neat little racing stripe left behind. He pushed her down onto the coffee table, pulling the pants off her feet. She lay back on the table, breathing hard, looking around the living room that seemed so unfamiliar ... everything was different in this moment. He slid one rough hand up her body, holding her down. With the other, he parted her willing legs, exposing the jewel between them. Her pink slit was glistening with anticipation. Laying the palm on his hand on her lower tummy, he rubbed her clit with his thumb, making big hard circles, grinning as she moaned in surprised pleasure. "Yeah, you like that. You like this?" he asked, lightly slapping her pussy with the palm of his hand. The slight sting made her gasp, so he did it again.

"God," she moaned, tangling her fingers in her hair, eyes shutting tight. Her pussy ached with need as he slapped her again and again, then finally, he put his mouth on her. Clamped his lips around her clit, sucking and tonguing her hand. "Fuck!" she gasped. She never swore during sex, but now ... she was free. Her arms shot down, clinging to the edges of the coffee table.

He lapped at her hard with the flat of his tongue, then flicked around the opening, teasing before tracing his tongue back up to her swollen clit. She was panting and throwing her head back and forth like a bitch in heat as he slid his middle finger inside her wet and ready hole. Her body rocked against him as he withdrew the finger for a moment, just to shove it back in again. Then another slow withdrawal, another quick insertion. Her moans were high pitched, almost girlish as she lifted her head off the table to watch as he reapplied his mouth to her clit while he finger fucked her. Her thighs shivered as he got faster and faster. She grabbed his head, clenching her fingers in his dark, unfamiliar hair. "Oh, God, don't stop!" she begged. He obliged, sucking hard and fingering hard, curling his finger inside of her, pressing against the sensitive front wall. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she chanted as her body convulsed violently. God, the feeling of her pussy clamping and spasming around his finger made his dick even harder. He bit at her clit, grazing it with his teeth.

She had no time to collect herself before the man undressed himself. First the flannel shirt, dropping to the floor, expossing the lean muscled chest, sparse with light curly hair. Then, the belt and the jeans. She licked her lips at the sight of his cock, throbbing, hard, pointing straight up. He grabbed her off the table, pulling off the tee shirt. "You want me to fuck you? Or you had enough? Either way, I'm gonna fuck you."

"Yes," she gasped, barely able to stand, her legs like jello. "Please."

"Please what?" he taunted.

"Please fuck me."

He grinned at her, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her through the open bedroom door. He flung her onto her bed, where she landed flat on her back. Kneeling by the foot of the bed, he grabbed her by the thighs, grunting as he yanked her ass towards the edge of the bed. He took one of her wrists, holding it so tight it hurt. With the other hand he teased her recovering pussy with the tip of his dick. The feeling of his cock grazing her oversensitized clit made her moan. "Please," she whispered. He growled, lowering his cock to tease her asshole. He pressed against it, listening to her shreik before moving back to her pussy. It glistened, red and swollen, and he slid himself into her effortlessly.

"Fuck," he moaned. She gasped, and he quickly grabbed the other wrist, pinning her to the bed, raising off his knees to get better leverage. They both knew she wasn't going anywhere, but he liked holding her down, and she liked the restraint. God, she wanted to touch herself, but the force holding her down was delicious. He pounded hard and fast, his slippery cock gliding in and out of her hot pussy. Anna locked her legs around his lower back, lifting her ass to pull him deeper inside her. "God, I'm going to come again," she gasped. "Don't stop."

This time, he wanted to play with her. He'd given her what she wanted earlier. He slid out far enough that only his head was within her. He moved his hips in slow circles, letting the head of his dick tease her. She shrieked in frustration, trying to grip her legs tighter around him, to no avail. Her face tightened, her lips moving but making no words. He slid in an inch farther, still swiveling inside her, pressing himself hard against each wall of her luscious pussy. Then another inch, then another inch, until her quiet squeaks became intense and desperate. Desparate for him to pound at her, hard and fast. To let her come. Finally he resumed his drilling, snarling like a beast as he fucked her, purely fucked her brains out, pounding hard and deep, leeting go of her hands, so she could grab his hips, trying to speed him up. She curled right beneath him, holding her breath, feeling it coming, coming ... fuck, she was coming so hard. She uncurled, grabbing the sheets with both fists as her legs spasmed and she screamed. The tights jerks of her pussy squeezed hte orgasm right out of him. He clenched her tits as hard as he could as he came inside her, spurting come for what seemed like hours, never stopping his incessant pounding.

Finally he slumped on top of her, and she lay breathless and sweaty beneath him. Beneath the stranger. beneath the beast that had taken possession of her husband. "Fuck," she sighed.

John lifted his head, grinning at his wife. "How'd I do?"

"Amazing," was all she could reply.