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We met five years ago, been married two years now. At 27, my life has changed so much. Eddie insisted that I be a stay at home wife. I kind of wanted to work to have some interests outside the home. I also thought that we would have a kid by now even though I know why we don't.
I finished high school and I took some college courses. I didn't mind being a stay at home wife because I was raised to be that traditional wife who cooks, cleans and happily serves her husband in the ways that wives do.
My day begins with getting up early and fixing Eddie's breakfast and packing his lunch. Eddie works as a foreman for his father's construction company. Since high school, I've always had a nice body, pear shaped with my B cups, succulent nipples and ample hips. I do well to exercise and stay tight.
Ed is very strict with me about my housekeeping and domestic duties. "Breakfast is ready Daddy!" I yell from the stairs and I quickly return to the table to pour his coffee hot and to serve him like I always have.
Before Ed and I got married, I was the kind of girlfriend who didn't want to go to the club or parties. I would instead ask to come to his apartment to clean and do his laundry and wait for him in his bed while he was out with friends.
He is the same man that I fell for five years ago and vowed my undying devotion to because of how he trained me to be his wife. Our little inside joke was him calling me his slave wife. It was kind of fun back then. I've always been a source of pride for him in his friend group. He knew that I would give in to most any request or treatment without question which he would sometimes test in front of them. That's probably the main reason he married me.
In my own little sick way, his cruelty and neglectful ways would fill my pussy with hot wetness that I would masturbate to, dreaming of his iron fist love to the deepest, mind blowing orgasms. Fantasizing that my pleasure was his power over me.
My friends would always ridicule me because Eddie has always been a jerk. I knew that I was meant to serve and please my man. Damn what they thought and probably still think.
I start planning my cleaning schedule and making notes on what will be for dinner so I have the whole day to have it ready by the time Ed gets home from work. This is what I expected life to be for us and I decided a long time ago that a good wife doesn't complain, I will just be better.
I know I'm young, but I started to get the feeling that things were not right with our finances as all the bills and financial responsibilities were squarely on my husband. It was when I would check the mail and the different colored envelopes for utilities and envelopes with Final Notice! written on them.
On most days Ed works a full eight hour day, then spends the rest of the evening at the bar, card room or casino. Sometimes getting in well after midnight. He's loving enough, but hardly what you would consider a doting husband. We haven't had sex in months. I just assume its because he's too tired to make love.
Lately, I've been waiting up for him on most nights he goes out and listen for the car so I can greet him at the door to hang his coat and put up his shoes. I've gone to lovingly removing his socks and shoes as he sits on the bench. I kiss the tops his bare, work worn feet at the door.
"That's it pet." He sometimes says to me scruffing the top of my head like a dog, as he heads upstairs to crash for the night. My emotions mixed, because of this duality of having the meanest ass of a husband and his isolation, with wanting so much more out of my marriage. Sometimes I fantasize about being a wanton slut for my man. A woman who is well loved and thoroughly used as a pleasure slave.
I dream of actually experiencing a romantic love with a man who makes me feel special. Eddie was my first and only. I've rarely experienced that with him.
I'm lonely and silent because no one I know understands. My mother would tell me that I'm just not being pleasing enough. She always sides with Eddie when I confide in her. My friends would insist that I'm a fool and need to leave him and get therapy. All I know is we need to talk.
Eddie's anger at "disrespect" is legendary. I've learned the hard way especially after we were married that he doesn't take kindly to me questioning him. He's never laid a hand on me in anger, but he punishes me in other ways by treating me cruel and controlling me, but rarely gives me the satisfaction of a sexual release, no matter how much I plead.
Sometimes I wish he would beat my ass with a little BDSM play, where we would end up kissing and fucking like we use to do before we got married. At least I could cry and beg his forgiveness if only for the release.
I know I have to choose my words wisely. He came home at a regular time on Wednesday and sat at the table for dinner.
Whether he comes straight home or not, I make sure I can quickly warm up his food I planned for that day. I fix myself food and make small talk with him as he eats and navigates his phone.
"Eddie, Daddy I saw some bill envelopes that look like we might be getting behind." I broach the subject carefully, looking down to eat my food. His stare bores a hole in my forehead as I dare not raise my eyes to challenge him as I stir the food on my plate, quiet.
He chugs his beer and breaks the silence to speak. His tone is calm like the surface tension under a scalding hot volcano with all the potential to destroy everything in sight.
"Yes, did you also see how much it takes to run this got damn house, our cars and what ever bullshit Amazon you be ordering?"
"Daddy I don't want to fight." I say shakily. "I, I'm sorry for bringing it up. Maybe, maybe I could get a job to help out with the bills." I said, my voice still wavering.
"Yeah, maybe I should put yo ass on the stroll so you can earn what your worth. You know what Jojo, you have my permission to find a job and but we need to get some things straight. This house better not go to shit, I'm talking dinner, laundry and cleaning them motherfucking toilets and your money is my money. Your check direct deposited into my account. Don't make me regret this decision."
His voice now raised, glaring at me.
"Yes, Daddy." I say quietly not daring to even move, as the tears brimmed my eyes hating my powerlessness right now.
"Clean this shit up bitch." He says, raising up to leave storming off, leaving his uneaten plate and slamming the door on his way out.
I left the dishes on the table and brought my ass to the bed room to masturbate as the tears run uncontrollably down my cheek, slipping out of my shorts to my bare pussy, rubbing my toy to thoughts of being a worthless bitch that even my own husband can't stand.
That orgasm changed me, busting off to a raw primal scream to a release of epic proportions. "Things will get better." I said out loud, and made a silent promise to myself. I did my chores and got myself cleaned up and waited til the late hours to hear Eddie's car pulling up.
I got out of bed to try to make amends by kneeling at the bench to remove his shoes and socks. He walks in and walks right passed me as we lock eyes. He's still pissed. I scramble to my feet to follow him to the bedroom. He quickly peels out of his clothes and leaves them in a pile before entering the bathroom and locking the door. I put his clothes up and wait for him in bed.
He gets into bed and clenches on to my hair without a word as the signal to give him some head. Its been a long time and he is rough and deliberate as I take his full length down my throat. He slams my mouth, blow after blow with force as my pussy gushes from the oral rape.
His balls tighten as he rocks his hips to release as I suck and latch, satisfied being his slave wife, a hole and a whore for this man, and as I swallow his hot cum jutting down my throat. My bruised mouth gently continues to suck as he softens and drifts to sleep.
