My husband got mad because I didn’t want to do it and he raped me
My name is Vanessa and I am 28 years old, married for 4 years and a, honestly, little tired of my husband. I have never admitted that until now. I have just gotten tired of him but after tonight I think I am leaving him.
We had a regular sort of night with some friends over for dinner and a few drinks. After everyone left, I was really tired because my sweet hubby, Marty, does nothing around the house so I was up early cleaning and getting ready, then cooking. He watched TV and complained the whole day then acted like an ass when our friends were here. I was really beat and wanted to go to bed to get away from him but he grabbed my wrist when I went to get up off the couch. He asked me where I was going and said I was looking really good. He ran his hand up my thigh and put his fingers in between my legs. Although I knew he just wanted to have sex and really didn’t give a shit what I looked like, it was kind of nice of him to say. I just didn’t want to and squirmed away. I could feel him probing and trying to get through my pantyhose and underwear, his rough fingers snagging my pantyhose as I pushed him away.
I thanked him for the compliment but said I was exhausted and was heading to bed. He grumbled something about not ever getting any. It wasn’t true but I just didn’t feel like it tonight and didn’t feel like having the argument. He gets plenty, two or three times a week, even if it is always fine for him but most often not great for me.
As I began to walk away, he grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled me back. I almost fell back on him but managed to stay upright as his hand found its way back between my thighs. It was a good thing I was wearing pantyhose, otherwise I’m sure his fingers would have been inside me.
I went up to the bathroom and was washing up before bed. I was wearing a red dress and black pantyhose. I had to admit, looking in the mirror, I was looking pretty good. I can see why Marty wanted to do it. I thought I would take care of him later on, maybe tomorrow. I slipped off my pantyhose and panties and was surprised to see Marty outside the bathroom as I walked out to toss my things in the laundry bin in the closet. I turned to go to turn down the bed and thought I saw him open and close the closet. I didn’t think much of it at the time.
I turned to ask him if he was coming to bed but he was gone.
I went to bed and fell asleep instantly. Some time later, I have no idea when except that it was still dark, I was woken up by Marty touching my breast. I tried to push him away but my hand wouldn’t move and he continued to suck on my nipple and gently bite my breast. I was groggy and couldn’t figure out whether I was dreaming or awake and couldn’t understand why my arm wouldn’t move. It felt like it weighed a ton. As my head cleared, I could feel him not only sucking on my nipple but he had his hand cupping me between the legs and a finger inside me. It kind of felt okay, like the usual Marty routine, same old, same old but I wanted him to stop and I realized then I had a gag loosely tied over my mouth. It felt like my pantyhose in my mouth and I was pretty sure that it was also pantyhose binding my wrists. I tried to kick out at him but he had also tied my feet.I struggled but was unable to move or to stop Marty. I wanted him to stop and couldn’t do anything but yell into the gag. He said something about finally getting what he wanted which I thought meant he was going to what he normally did to me. My arms were stretched above my head and my legs were together so I thought I could stop him if I just fought him off. He wouldn’t be able to get my legs apart enough to get in me.
Suddenly, he rolled me over onto my stomach. I couldn’t figure out what he was trying to do and then I felt the cold lube. It hit me on the cheek of my ass and I was a bit confused at first but he put his hand on the cold spot and then wiped the slippery fluid down in between my cheeks and quickly pushed a finger into my back side. Then I realized what he was planning to do to me. I have never had anyone really touch me there, much less enter me there and was kind of freaking out as he jabbed his finger in and out of me. I struggled against him but he
held me down and I couldn’t move much.
I felt him put more fingers in me and I could feel myself being stretched open. Then, he did it. He put his penis in me. I remember screaming into the gag over and over but he didn’t stop.
He was calling me names and really ramming himself into me and I could hear his thighs and hips slapping against mine. It hurt like hell and he didn’t seem to care a bit.
He suddenly stopped and pulled out. i was relieved and crying, I think. I heard him say he didn’t need the raincoat anymore. He jammed one knee in between my legs and then the other one, pushing my thighs apart. I tried to squeeze my legs together but it was no use. He shoved himself into my vagina. He fucked me violently, grunting loudly with every thrust. I thought he would come right away like usual but he seemed energized by having me tied up, almost possessed. He slammed himself into me over and over again, grunting, his hips slapping against my back side. I could hear myself screaming into the gag but felt detached, almost like someone else was yelling. He kept on doing it for what seemed like a long, long time, pulling my hair and painfully squeezing my breasts and nipples as he called me terrible names in between grunts.
Finally, he stopped and rolled off me. he untied my hands and walked away. Its been two hours and I haven’t moved. I think I heard him drive away. I don’t ever want to see him again.