Fucking Unconscious Wife’s Ass- CNC —narrated by Ananya—recounts the tale of a “unconscious wife” anal fuck, detailing how she and her husband, Ishan, brought her deepest fantasy to life. After ten years of marriage, when one’s sex life begins to feel stale, it becomes essential to reignite passion through new and unconventional means. In this story of an “unconscious wife” and her anal encounter, you will read how Ananya instructed her husband to treat her with absolute ruthlessness—to drag and shove her around like a mere plaything, and to fuck her pussy, ass, and mouth without a shred of mercy. This story of an “unconscious wife” and her anal adventure is intended for all couples looking to inject fresh excitement into their bedroom lives and explore experiences such as anal sex.
Part 1: Ten Years Later—Stagnation in the Bedroom and the Expression of True Fantasies
My name is Ananya. I am a 35-year-old woman who married Ishan ten years ago. Our married life is very happy—Ishan is a sensible, loving, and caring husband. However, we haven’t had any children yet, and this year we decided to do something about that. Yet, even more pressing than that was the fact that our sex life had begun to grow stale. Over the course of ten years—no matter how good a sex life might be—it inevitably falls into a rut. The same positions, the same locations, the same routine. We still loved each other, of course, but the passion that had defined the first few years of our marriage was no longer there.
It was a Friday night. It was raining outside, and inside the room, there was nothing but the soft glow of dim light. We went through our usual sexual routine—a few minutes in the missionary position, followed by me sitting on top of him in the cowgirl position for a while, and finally, in doggy style, Ishan climaxed, spilling his seed onto my back. We both reached a climax, but the silence that settled between us afterward was something we rarely experienced. Ishan sat up and looked at me with a look of deep seriousness.
“Ananya, I know that all of this is starting to get a little boring.” There was a strange honesty in his voice. “I’m not saying that having sex with you isn’t good—you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. But don’t you feel like the fire between us is slowly dying out? I think that before we start a family, we should try something different. I just can’t seem to figure out what exactly we could do.”
Hearing his words, my heart began to pound. This was the moment I had been waiting for for years. Taking a deep breath, I said, “Ishan, there are certain fantasies that have been on both of our minds. I just never had the courage to tell you about my own fantasies. I was afraid you would think I was crazy.”
“Even after ten years?” Ishan sounded a little hurt by this. He reached out and took my hand. “Are there any secrets between us? We’ve always shared everything with each other.”
Looking into his eyes, I asked, “Do you have any fantasy that doesn’t involve another woman?” I knew that Ishan sometimes fantasized about threesomes or swinging, and I wasn’t about to let him off that easily.
“To be honest… no.” Ishan lowered his eyes, looking a little sheepish. Then he smiled and said, “Okay, let’s make a deal. You tell me your fantasy, and I’ll tell you mine. No filters.”
Ishan leaned back against the headboard, stretching one leg out while keeping the other bent. He pulled me close, and my head came to rest against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat—fast, restless. Just like it used to be years ago, right before our first time. I felt that it was now or never.
Gently pulling away from him slightly, I looked straight into his eyes and said, “I’ve always had a fantasy where I lie there unconscious, and someone has sex with me as if I were nothing more than a toy. Not a violent or life-threatening fantasy, but one where my body is taken full advantage of. I want someone to drag me around, shove me, and treat me as ruthlessly as if I were just a body. I want you to use my ass and my pussy without giving a single thought to how I might be feeling. That’s all.”
For a few minutes, I felt as though I had completely stunned him. Ishan sat in silence, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. I began to cringe inwardly, fearing he would think I was strange or twisted. But then, a broad smile spread across his face.
“Your fantasy is way more intense than mine,” he said, running his hand through my hair. “My fantasy is simply this: to have sex in different places, in different ways. And to be honest, I know you feel a bit hesitant about anal sex. But my ultimate fantasy is to fuck your ass hard—to absolutely ravish it—while you are completely helpless.”
We both fell silent for a few moments. Raindrops tapped against the windowpane, and the only sound in the room was the rhythm of our breathing. It felt as though we were crossing an unseen bridge together. I looked at him and said, “You know, if I am completely yours—unconscious and helpless—then you can do whatever you want with my body; I wouldn’t be able to object. Nor could I tell you where you’re allowed to fuck me.”
Ishan’s face lit up with delight. “Do you mean we can combine both our fantasies? You, unconscious, while I have sex with you—wherever and however I please? Including your ass?”
“I don’t see any reason why not,” I said with a smile. “I’ll just need some practice with the anal part. I’ll have to learn to remain completely motionless while you’re going to town on my backside. And you’ll have to learn to treat me as if I were a corpse.”
“If we need to practice, then practice we shall. We want to get this right, don’t we? With full preparation.”
Part 2: Practicing Anal Sex and Gradually Preparing the Rear
Ishan hopped off the bed and fetched the lube from the drawer. There was a wild glint in his eyes—one I had never seen before. He laid me down on my stomach and, gently stroking my buttocks, said, “I’ll take it slow so it doesn’t hurt you too much. We can take all the time we need until you feel comfortable with it. Alright, get on your knees and rest your head on the pillow. Lift your rear high into the air and spread your legs.”
I did exactly as he instructed. My knees sank into the mattress, and my face pressed into the pillow. I stretched my arms out above my head, as if in a gesture of surrender. My rear was now completely exposed, and my pussy was already wet with arousal. To be honest, I was just as aroused as he was. It felt good to see him so eager for me again—just like in the early days.
Ishan applied lube to the cleft of my buttocks. The lubricant felt cool, and I shivered at his touch. He probed my anal opening with his finger, massaging it with gentle circular motions. Then, slowly, he inserted the tip of his finger inside. My breathing quickened, but I held myself together. He managed to slide his finger into my rear far more easily than I had anticipated. He moved his finger in and out of my anus until the sensation no longer felt unpleasant. Slowly—pushing in and pulling out—as if performing a delicate task.
“Relax, Ananya. Take a deep breath.” There was a strange sense of authority in his voice that only served to arouse me even more. Then, he slid two fingers into my ass. At that moment, I jolted, and a pained moan escaped my lips. “Ah! Wait a second, Ishan.” But he didn’t stop—he merely slowed down. He inserted his other hand into my pussy and began searching for my clitoris. His wet, slippery fingers started circling around my most sensitive spot.
It was all becoming too much for me. On one side, his two fingers were stretching my ass; on the other, he was caressing my pussy. I couldn’t control my breathing. Just then—as I stood on the brink of losing myself—he slid a third finger into my ass without any warning. Three fingers. Inside my ass. I felt as though I were going to burst, yet simultaneously, the fingers of his other hand were rubbing against my clit, and that blend of pain and pleasure began to drive me wild.
“Stop… just stop, Ishan… I’m about to come…” I murmured, my body trembling.
But he only sped up. His three fingers thrust rapidly in and out of my ass, while his other hand continued to rub against my clit until I finally reached a climax with an explosive release. My moan echoed throughout the room. I buried my face deeper into the pillow and let my body convulse.
Once I had calmed down, Ishan withdrew his fingers and gave my ass a light smack. “Good girl. Now you’re ready.”
Part 3: The First Time Taking a Full Cock in the Ass
For the next two weeks, we continued this “practice.” Every night, Ishan would try to make my ass more flexible—sometimes using three fingers, sometimes four. Gradually, the pain began to subside, and eventually, when his fingers slid inside, I felt nothing but a sense of fullness. I had learned to take them in without flinching. My body had now understood how to relax and surrender itself to this new game.
During this time, Ishan was also making preparations for the actual “scene” I had requested. We decided that it would take place somewhere inside the house—with complete freedom and without any interruptions. However, exactly where and how it would unfold was entirely up to him. I would simply pretend to “die” wherever he instructed me to, and then our game would begin—a game in which I was nothing more than a toy.
After having fingers and small sex toys thrust into my ass more than ten times, I was finally able to take his entire cock inside me without moving. It no longer hurt—provided he gave me a few moments to let my body relax. The following week, he came to me.
“Ananya, if you’re ready, then I’m ready too.” He was genuinely excited; his eyes held a sparkle I had never seen before. This could actually work.
“I’m ready. Tell me what to do.”
“Put on some old clothes—clothes you wouldn’t mind getting ruined. And wear underwear that you wouldn’t mind getting torn. Once you’re ready, I’ll tell you where to go.”
I ran upstairs and found something I hadn’t worn in ages—an old, midi-length skirt and a loose-fitting top that I had bought years ago but never really liked wearing. If he ended up ruining this outfit, I’d consider it a bonus. I also put on an old bra and panties—garments I had long since lost any attachment to. I ran downstairs.
“Nice dress.” Ishan eyed me with an intense gaze. “I haven’t seen it in ages, and I don’t even like it all that much. It’s the perfect choice.”
Standing before him, I said, “But I have a few rules of my own, Ishan. I want you to treat me like a toy. Show absolutely no gentleness. If you’re pushing me off the bed, push hard. Let me hit the floor with total disregard—don’t give a damn how I land. If you put your cock in my mouth, shove it all the way in. I can take your whole cock deep inside me; don’t worry about me. And do the exact same thing with my ass that we practiced—only this time, do it without any warning. To make this game truly exciting, I need to feel like you couldn’t care less about my feelings. I might end up with a few bruises on my body—but I like that. They’ll serve as reminders of what happened tonight. Promise me, Ishan.”
Seeing the fire burning in my eyes, he realized I wasn’t joking. He nodded gravely. “I promise. But if you react in the slightest to anything I do—even a single moan, a single twitch—I’ll know you aren’t ‘dead.’ And then I’ll go soft on you again. Are you absolutely ready?”
“Yes.”
“Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
We headed into the bedroom. Without a word, he grabbed me by the waist and shoved me down onto the sofa—with such force that my back slammed against the cushions, knocking the wind right out of me. Then he grabbed both my ankles and propped them up on the armrests of the sofa, causing my legs to splay wide open and leaving my ass dangling in the air. I didn’t make a sound. I held my breath.
“Are you ready?” I simply blinked. He nodded in satisfaction and walked out of the room.
I waited for him to return. And waited. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes. He didn’t come back. But I could hear sounds coming from the kitchen—the clinking of dishes, the click of the toaster, the soft whoosh of the fridge opening. The bastard was making himself a sandwich. My panties were already completely soaked. I wanted him to come in and fuck me, but he was making me wait, completely ignoring me—exactly the way I had wanted.
Finally, after half an hour, he came back upstairs. He stepped into the room, still eating his sandwich, when suddenly it slipped from his hand. “Oh God! Hey, are you okay?” He rushed over to me, pretending to check my pulse. “Oh no, she’s dead! What am I supposed to do now?”
As he spoke, his hands were already roaming over my hips. His fingers slid inside my panties and touched my pussy. I was so wet that his fingers slid right in without any resistance. He pulled one finger out, popped it into his mouth, and then, with a devilish grin, said, “I guess it doesn’t really matter to her when I call the police. I’d better get a taste of this treat first. It would be a damn shame to let all that wet pussy go to waste.”
In that very moment, I was on the verge of climaxing. I held myself back with all my might, but a tremor ran through my body. He felt it, yet said nothing—he simply extended his fingers.
Part 4: Hard Fucking of the Mouth, Pussy, and Ass
He grabbed my hair and lifted my head so he could look into my eyes. I kept my eyes wide open, unblinking, for as long as I possibly could. When he looked away, I seized the opportunity to blink. “Beautiful woman. It would be a terrible waste to just let her go. I can’t keep her in my home, though. I don’t know how she ended up here, but once I’m finished with her, I’ll dispose of her.”
That was the moment. Those words aroused me so intensely that I found myself on the verge of climaxing once again. But I held myself back. I had to remain completely motionless. He cut through the back of my bra with a pair of scissors—and I didn’t make a single move. I really loved that bra, but now it was too late. He then slid my skirt up, tore my panties off in a single swift motion, and now I was completely naked from the waist down.
He lifted me off the sofa and threw me onto the floor. I landed flat on my back, my limbs splayed out haphazardly. He bent down, lifted my head by my hair, gripped my chin, and shoved his hard, hot cock into my mouth. Not gently at all. He rammed his entire cock deep inside my mouth—so deep that his balls began to thump against my chin. His cock reached the back of my throat, making it difficult to breathe, yet I made no attempt to struggle. He began to fuck my mouth hard, without a shred of mercy.
The sounds of wet, rhythmic thrusting echoed through the room. Saliva drooled from my mouth, mingling with the wetness of his cock. He held my head firmly in both hands, jerking my neck back and forth with every thrust. After fucking my mouth like that for about ten minutes, he suddenly pulled his cock out and unloaded all his hot cum right onto my face. I didn’t even blink. His cum spread across my eyes, cheeks, and lips. A few drops even made it inside my mouth, but I didn’t swallow—I just let them drip out.
“Wow, what a sight,” he panted. “A mouth that’s been thoroughly used.”
Then he flipped me over and positioned me on my knees, with my head resting on the floor and my ass thrust high into the air. I thought he was going to slide into my pussy next, but instead, he applied lube directly to my ass and—without a word of warning—pressed his cock right against my asshole. I relaxed my sphincter muscles, just as he had taught me.
One thrust. Two thrusts. He drove his entire cock deep inside my ass. This time, it didn’t hurt—there was just a strange sensation of fullness and stretching. But as he began to thrust rapidly, I realized that this was far more intense than just fingers. His thick cock rubbed against the walls of my ass, and gradually, the pain gave way to a strange, emerging pleasure.
“Your ass is pure heaven, Ananya. So hot and tight. I want to fuck it every single day.” He was pounding my ass hard from behind, his hands gripping my hips as if I were nothing more than a machine.
He kept fucking my ass until his breathing grew even more ragged. But he didn’t cum just yet. He pulled his cock out of my ass, laid me down on my back, and climbed on top of me, pressing his full weight down on my body. Without saying a word, he slid his cock into my soaking-wet pussy. This time, I nearly screamed. He thrust so rapidly that my entire body began to bounce on the bed. My breasts rubbed against his chest, and my nipples hardened.
“Ah… ah…” I couldn’t hold it back. A soft moan escaped my lips.
Ishan stopped immediately. He looked at me and placed a finger against his lips. “Shh… dolls don’t moan, Ananya.”
I composed myself once again. He started up again—slowly, then faster, then ruthlessly. My pussy was dripping wet, mixing with his cock to create a wet, slapping sound. He fucked my pussy as if I were a bitch—as if my body existed solely to quench the fire of his lust. He pounded my pussy for ten minutes, then suddenly pulled his cock out, flipped me over again, and this time thrust into my ass with such force that tears sprang to my eyes.
But I remained silent. Completely silent.
He fucked my ass until he came—and he spilled all his load deep inside me. The warmth of his semen spread through my insides, and I lay motionless, experiencing a series of small, lingering aftershocks of pleasure. He collapsed on top of me, panting; his cock was slowly going soft now, yet it remained buried inside my ass.
After a while, he got up, went to the bathroom, and returned to clean me up with a wet towel. Then he laid me back down on the bed—this time on my side. He placed his leg between mine to keep my pussy exposed, and then quietly drifted off to sleep beside me.
Part 5: Morning Lust and the Final Scene – Hard Anal Fucking in the Garage Until She Passes Out
When I woke up in the morning, Ishan was already awake. The soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, spilling into the room. He had left me exactly as I was—lying on my side, my legs spread wide; my pussy had dried by now, yet it remained open. Traces of his semen from the night before still lingered inside my ass, and faint blue marks had blossomed across various parts of my body. I found him standing at the other end of the room, holding a mug of coffee, staring intently at me. His eyes held that same wild glint they had the night before—in fact, it seemed even more intense now.
“Good morning, Mrs. Ananya,” he said with a devilish smirk. There was a strange, cold detachment in his voice. “Are you still unconscious, or have you finally woken up?”
I offered no reply. I was still fully immersed in my role—lifeless, insensate, a mere plaything. My eyelids remained shut, and my breathing was so shallow that it was barely audible. Ishan took a sip of his coffee, then set the mug down on the side table. He walked over to me, bent down, and whispered in my ear, “Very well, then. Let’s get started. We have a long day ahead of us. Your ass must have had plenty of rest last night. Now, it’s time to warm it up again.”
He lifted me from the bed—just as I was, completely naked—and hoisted me onto his shoulder. My naked body hung draped over his shoulder, my breasts rubbing against his back, and my hair trailing along the floor. I hung there limply, my arms dangling down his back. With every step he took, my body swayed, and fluids still trickled from my pussy. He carried me down the stairs, taking me along with him. The cold morning air brushed against my naked skin, and I shivered from the chill—yet I made no attempt to move. I was a corpse. Corpses don’t shiver, but my body was trembling uncontrollably in the cold.
The garage door opened. A gust of cold air swept inside, and goosebumps rose all over my skin. He walked straight into the garage, lowered me from his shoulder, and laid me face-down on the cold cement floor. My skin made contact with the icy cement, and I lay there motionless. My knees were pressed against my chin, and my hands were bound above my head—exactly as they had been last night. I was utterly helpless.
Ishan stared at me for a moment. Then, he lowered his pants. His cock was already rock-hard—like an iron rod. He grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf on the garage wall, squirted some onto his hand, and then slowly worked his fingers into the cleft of my ass. The lube was cold, and my body flinched at his touch—yet I made no attempt to move.
“Your ass is still loose, just like it was last night, Ananya,” he murmured softly, a strange note of satisfaction in his voice. “But I want it even looser. I want it to take the shape of my cock.”
One by one, he slid three fingers deep inside me. I felt the stretch—painful, yet accompanied by a strange, intense sensation. He moved his fingers in and out, slowly, as if searching for a rhythm. Then, without warning, he shoved a fourth finger inside. I nearly screamed, but I clamped my lips shut tight. A sharp jolt coursed through my body—the pain was so profound that tears sprang to my eyes. But I didn’t move. I remained silent. Utterly silent.
“Excellent. You really make a good corpse.” He withdrew his fingers. Then, I felt the hot tip of his cock against my ass. He began to push inside—slowly, almost ruthlessly. The muscles of my ass instantly clenched, as if trying to expel him, but he didn’t stop. He threw his full weight behind me and, with a powerful thrust, drove his entire cock deep inside my ass.
“Ahhh…!” A muffled, almost inhuman moan escaped my lips. The pain was far worse than it had been last night. Perhaps it was because my body hadn’t yet recovered from the previous night. Or perhaps it was simply because he was even more ruthless this time. It felt as though my insides were on fire. Tears streamed from my eyes, and my limbs began to twitch uncontrollably. I writhed in agony, thrashing against the cold concrete, but Ishan held me fast. He gripped my hips with both hands and began delivering rapid, deep thrusts.
“Shut up, Ananya.” There was no mercy in his voice. He was fucking my ass like an animal—ruthless, wild, and relentless. With every thrust, my head slammed against the floor. My breasts scraped against the concrete, and my nipples hardened—from both the pain and the cold. I began to thrash wildly, digging my fingernails into the floor. I tried to pull away from him, but he only held me tighter.
He continued to fuck my ass—for minutes that felt like hours. Every thrust shook my body; each time, his cock scraped against the walls of my ass, and each time, tears streamed from my eyes. The pain eventually became so unbearable that my body began to shut down. First, my fingers went numb. Then my legs. Then my arms. My mind began to go hazy. Everything started to look blurred to me—the garage ceiling, Ishan’s face, his body pressing down on mine. Everything was slowly drifting away.
“One last time, Ananya. Get ready.” He picked up the pace. His testicles slapped against my ass. His breathing had become wild and uncontrolled. Then, with a long, deep groan, he released all his hot semen deep inside my ass. The warmth of his semen spread through me, and in that very moment—my body, which had been in such pain…