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Name: Mary

Title: Phantasy

I often have thoughts of being raped; I like to think about strange hands roaming all over my body. This obsession with being raped has led me to search the web and I found this site where I can tell my story.

I have been married for 12 years. For the past couple of years my sex life has been almost none existing. Although we have sex once a month I have not tried to cheat on him. The last time I had good sex with my husband I sucked him for almost two hours and then rode him for about twenty minutes. This happened with my sister sleeping on the couch across from us. Every time we have had sex I always end up masturbating and thinking about being groped and raped.

I am 41 years old, 5 feet 9 and a half inches and weigh 145 pounds, with a 34C pair of breasts. I am a natural blond with hair down to my ass, and I always want to cut my hair short but my husband would not allow it. My skin is very pale and very smooth and I burn easily when in the sun. My husband always says he likes my nice soft ass, and my legs. He is a leg and feet man so I pay special attention to them. I am at the spa on a weekly basis getting my feet done. He also likes to see me in stockings and pantyhose so my legs are always dressed. I have long slender legs which are slightly bowed and the only blemish is a birth spot about the size of a nickel on the inside of my left thigh. I sometimes think of getting a small rose tattoo to cover it, but my husband objects. This spot is very sensitive as I feel shockwave throughout my body when my husband licks and sucks on it. I love the feel of silk and cotton on my skin, and most of my clothes are made from these materials. I wear mostly dresses, skirts and business suits. I own very few shorts and only five pants, including two jeans (I just counted). I love underwear. I have an entire section of my closet dedicated to the female underthings. I like wearing every kind of underwear, from corset to petticoats, slips to bikinis, and thongs. Once my husband's sister stayed over and while my husband was out she tried on many of my undergarments. I do not consider myself gay but I was very aroused as I watched her change in and out of my underwear. As I watched I could not help but to feel her up as I pretend to fix the garment on her. We were both in heat by the time my husband returned home. I spent the night masturbating and thinking about his sister's hands all over my body, thinking about my husband feeling me up and thinking about strangers feeling me up.

The first time that I was aware of being felt up is at his sister's wedding. We went to a bar after the reception at the hotel. The bar was crowded and my husband sat and drank with his cousins and friends while I talked and danced with some of the girls. Everyone was in a good mood as the alcohol was flowing. We started dancing with some of the guys and while dancing their hands were all over me. There was this one guy, a distant cousin of my husband, whose hand was found every spot on my body. At first I thought nothing of it because we were all in the mood and that's just the way he danced. I watched him as his hands roamed all over whoever he was dancing with, and when he started dancing with me I allowed him to touch wherever he liked. At one point I turned my back to him and he embraced me, kneading and squeezing my breasts, lowering his hand to my belly and rubbing my belly. He held my waist and grind his hard cock on my ass, and he even started spanking my ass. He gave my ass a few good whacks then turned to dance with one of the other girls. I had to find my husband, and I leaned on him to keep myself from falling. My knees were week, and I was at the brink of orgasm. It felt really good to have this guys hands all over me and then to have him spank my ass.

We were having a whale of a time. He came and danced with me again, he was grinding and moving and grinding and moving. He stooped in front of me and while twisting his body he felt up my legs. He went as low as my ankle and worked his way up to the hem of my dress which was mid thigh. As he was standing his hand roamed over my dress, pressing into my thigh and then finding my cunt. His hand traveled over my cunt and up to my belly and then to my breast. It was my turn to reciprocate. So I stooped and felt him up as I came up. I however, stopped and gave his dick a good squeeze before making my way to his chest and head. I turned my back to him again and he wrapped his arms around me and felt my belly and this time his fingers pushed into my pussy, and the pressure on my clit felt great. I spread my legs and bent over so that he could grind away on my ass, but again he turned and started dancing with another of the horny females. For weeks after that incident I could feel his hands all over me, and remembering the feeling of his fingers on my pussy is usually enough to rock me with a good orgasm.

I ride the subway to and from work four days a week. I have been in situations where a man could easily be feeling on me as the rush hour cars are usually packed. I find "MASHER'S" stories intriguing in that guys actually do this kind of stuff. I have been riding the subway for years and for the most part these guys try their best to avoid contact. Most men here seem to go out of their way so as not to be rubbing on a woman. Sometimes I can feel a man against me but I know the contact is from our position on the crowded train and not from him wanting to deliberately touch me. For the past year or so I have gone out of my way to be next to a man so that his hand or his body is draped over mine as we ride the train, but most of the time the man would pay no attention, or if he is paying attention to me it is so that he can carefully avoid contact. What I have found out is that the younger guys (18 to 30) are more apt to touch and stand so that they are touching me, although I have only experienced five or so deliberate touches. Most of the time it is on the breast.
About a month ago I was especially horny as I have not had sex in a while. To heighten my arousal a cousin of my husband staying with us, kept flashing me. He wears super loose shorts and sits in a manner that I can see his hairy balls and dick. He masturbates while reading girly magazines. I know this because he leaves his door open when I am alone in the house. I can see him from the stairs, looking down into his room. He is usually laying on his back with the magazine in one hand and his dick in the other. Once I saw him on the couch playing with himself. Whenever I am in the kitchen he would come and reach for something that would allow contact between us. I was almost sure that I could feel his hard dick on my butt when he reaches for the condiments in the top cabinet above the sink. I had plenty of opportunity to see his dick and I always get aroused. He rode the train in to the city with me one day and I could feel his dick on my ass. It did not feel hard, as it did when we are by the sink, but nonetheless I could feel it as we were packed in the train. I wondered what he would do or say if I had felt his dick on the train. For a while these thoughts haunted me every time I board the train.
As I mentioned I was extremely horny and seeing dick but not getting any. I got on the train as usual but there was this Latino boy behind me. I felt his hard dick pressing on my butt, not just on it but also in the crack. His moves were not subtle at all. He was grinding away on me. I was so hot and that hard dick felt so good there. I wanted to spread my legs and bend over so that his dick could touch my pussy, as I was on fire. The train stopped and with the movement of the passengers I turned around and faced him. I could tell he was unsure of what to do. He appeared very nervous and as the train started I moved my hand to the front of his pants and felt his cock. I traced the outline of his hard cock through his trousers, then I moved my hand and tried to replace it with my pussy, but this was a mistake. I could hardly feel his cock against my pussy. I wanted to feel it, I wanted him to press it into me, I wanted him to feel me up, but he only stood there.

Ever since I have been coyly copping a feel of dick on the train. It is surprising the amount of men who turn away to avoid contact.

Age: 41
Sex: F

Date: Sun May 6 20:34:15 2001 GMT

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