Short teaser:
Anna had it all—a loving husband, a beautiful child, and a life that seemed picture-perfect. But beneath the surface, she harbored a secret world of fantasies, ones she never dared to share. When she stumbled upon an ad that promised to bring her deepest desires to life, she found herself torn between guilt and longing.
Her name was Anna. She was happily married to, as she put it, the best man in the world, and they had one small child. She and her husband didn’t make love very often, but that didn’t bother her much—she was usually overwhelmed with work and taking care of the family, and she rarely felt in the mood for sex. No one would have guessed that she frequently indulged in sexual fantasies—but she did.
In her fantasies, her sexual partner was a man with an unrealistically large member, who penetrated her so deeply it almost hurt. He held her from behind, or she lay on the edge of the bed while he knelt in front of her, filling her with his penis, thrusting hard, and she teetered on the edge between pain and wild excitement, hungry for an orgasm.
She knew it was unrealistic—the man of her dreams was beyond human proportions. Naturally, she never shared these dreams with her husband. Occasionally, when she was home alone and had a moment to herself, she would browse porn sites and masturbate. When she stumbled upon her first fisting video, she was completely captivated. She began searching for more videos where a man’s hand (lesbian scenes didn’t excite her) penetrated entirely, up to the wrist, into a woman’s vagina, and the woman balanced precisely on that edge between pain and excitement that she herself dreamed of.
Once, she hinted at it to her husband, telling him about her desire for absolute fulfillment and a touch of pain, but he looked at her a bit strangely. It was clear that this didn’t really excite him. So, Anna resigned herself to continuing to dream about such experiences.
One day, while alone and browsing the internet, she came across an erotic dating site and an ad from a man looking for a woman for “play” exactly like what she dreamed of—fisting and other forms of intense stimulation. Despite her guilty conscience, she replied to the ad. It turned out that the man was also married, loved his wife, but similar acts were taboo for her as well. He wanted someone just for play, not even interested in traditional intercourse. After exchanging a few emails, it became clear that they essentially wanted the same thing, and they found each other attractive based on photos. They arranged to meet at a café.
She arrived five minutes late, wanting to avoid nervously waiting at the table. He was already there. When he saw her, he stood up to greet her. She felt a rush of heat—he was about two meters tall and just generally large. She glanced at his hands—and damn—they were like shovels. After overcoming their initial nervousness, they started talking about everything—movies, travel, music… It was clear they got along well and clicked. Throughout the conversation, Anna kept sneaking glances at his hands—there’s no way THAT could fit! Even though they didn’t talk about sex that day, when they said goodbye, they both agreed to meet in private next time and fulfill their dreams. They emphasized again that they didn’t want to disrupt their family ties.
The evening before their meeting, Anna took a thorough shower and shaved. She was incredibly excited but also felt guilty toward her husband—she loved him so much. She snuggled up to him under the blanket, and they made love. It was nice—he was very skilled and knew how to bring her to orgasm. She wondered why he couldn’t fulfill her erotic dreams… But he just wasn’t into it.
They met on the corner and went together to a private hotel room. Inside, Anna stood awkwardly, blushing and unsure of what to do. He, on the other hand, was completely at ease, looking at her and smiling, clearly more experienced.
“Well, get undressed. Do you want a massage first?”
She gladly accepted.
“Please, if anything is too much or hurts, tell me.”
She nodded nervously, lay down on her stomach, and waited to see what would happen. He poured oil into his palms and began massaging her back and shoulders. It was pleasant, and she almost forgot what was coming next, relaxing. She stopped thinking about the fact that she would soon expose her private parts to a stranger. He moved from her back to her buttocks and thighs, massaging her thoroughly, occasionally brushing past her anus and very lightly, almost incidentally, touching her genitals. She purred and felt good.
“Turn over.”
She shyly turned over. He began massaging her shoulders, moved to her chest, then her thighs, and finally returned to her breasts and stomach. For a long time, he massaged her breasts in circular motions, occasionally squeezing her nipples for a few seconds. This aroused her.
Then he caressed her stomach and began moving toward her groin. Now it wasn’t incidental but systematic—he knew how to dose the touches to keep her in tense anticipation of what was coming.
When he spread her legs wide and settled between them, it didn’t even feel inappropriate. He propped her knees with pillows, and her head was slightly tilted back on the edge of the bed. Now he was very focused on caressing her open groin and massaging her clitoris. He perfectly timed the moment when she was highly aroused and wanted something inside her. He inserted a finger into her vagina and began massaging its walls. Soon, another finger joined, and then two fingers from his other hand, gently stretching her vagina. She started thinking about his BIG hands again. This time, not with fear but with intense excitement.
Suddenly, he stopped focusing on her groin with one hand, moved over her oiled stomach, and firmly squeezed her nipple until she yelped in surprise and pain—the pain only aroused her more.
Then his hand moved to her clitoris and began gently stimulating it while the other hand continued working on her vagina. Her head was tilted back, so she couldn’t see what he was doing, but she felt that she was already quite full of his fingers. Yet, she felt there was room for more.
Until now, she had been lying completely still, focusing on his touches. But her breathing was getting faster, and she occasionally moaned. He stopped focusing on her clitoris and concentrated fully on her vagina. One hand was stretching her more and more, while the other massaged and smoothed the vaginal entrance to prevent injury. She began touching her clitoris herself, and her arousal began to escalate uncontrollably. She alternated between touching herself and holding back her arousal to keep it at a manageable level, not wanting to reach orgasm too soon.
She felt his hand filling her more and more. It pressed into her wet womb, which was straining. Occasionally, he pulled his hand out, massaged her vaginal walls, and then slowly inserted it again as deeply as possible at that moment. It began to hurt slightly, but he didn’t stop the slow, massaging circular motions, and she felt that with each movement, his hand went a fraction of a millimeter deeper. Occasionally, he pinched her nipple painfully, and at that moment, he pushed his hand even deeper. She suspected that all five fingers were inside her, but his hand hadn’t yet passed the widest part—the thumb joint. She breathed deeply, feeling dizzy. She alternated between touching her clitoris. The pain grew, and with it, her arousal. She lay there, trying to breathe through it with deep breaths.
She thought she would have to stop him soon, that it couldn’t go any further, when she let out a muffled cry and felt his hand slip into her womb, her vaginal entrance embracing his wrist. It almost knocked the breath out of her, and she felt like she lost consciousness for a moment. He waited for a bit, then clenched his hand into a fist and began moving it slowly. By this point, Anna was completely gone. She moaned, breathed deeply and rapidly, and began to tremble. She didn’t know how long it lasted. His hand sped up its movements and added a bit more force, she touched her clitoris, and she ventured further and further into unknown dimensions of arousal. The orgasm was very strong, satisfying, and she felt it throughout her entire body.
With the last orgasmic spasm, he pulled his hand out of her womb. Anna lay there, catching her breath, and trying to piece her consciousness back together. She looked at him. He was smiling and breathing heavily.
“That was… indescribable,” she blurted out.
They got dressed and said goodbye. Anna hurried home, thinking about how much this experience would affect her relationship with her husband. She decided to try once more to spark her husband’s interest in similar play.