My name is Karen and I've been in a common law relationship with Steve now for 3 years. We call ourselves married and refer to ourselves as husband and wife. Our relationship is a fantastic one, can't say there is no complaints but very few.
Steve and I are both 27 years of age, in great shape with us placing value on living a healthy lifestyle. Steve is 5'7" and 155 pounds with his passion being tennis and I'm 5'9 and 135 and I do aerobics and pilates with us both enjoying our long hikes and cycling together.
If we have any problem at all in our relationship, its that Steve, with our height difference, feels very insecure which I find very unattractive in a man. He won't say it or admit it but its true. He doesn't like me wearing heels and often wears work boots, cowboy boots and such when we go out in public.
I get along with Steve's mother Debbie, a very nice woman. His father, Bill is a different beast altogether with the emphasis on beast. Bill, is an ultra alpha male. Big, muscular, masculine, man at 6'7" 280 lbs who was a lineman in college and a man you don't dare fuck with. No one does. I have witnessed Bill's temper and he can get very scary. Even Steve is intimidated by him as most are.
Our home was going through renovations and his parents let us stay with them for 6 weeks while work was being done. All was going very well but I guess after a few weeks I was getting pretty comfortable, maybe too comfortable, walking into the kitchen in the mornings in my silk pjs or little nighties. I thought nothing of it. I didn't think of it as being sexy and certainly not before my first coffee. And besides, sexy is in the eye of the beholder.
This one morning much like previous mornings, Steve was off to work. I walked into the kitchen as did Bill to fetch a cup of java. We said our good mornings and with a cup in my one hand and the pot in the other, Bill came up from behind and lifted up my nightie exposing my naked ass. I just froze. He placed his giant hand on my naked butt his middle finger inserted into my crack. He said nothing. I did nothing.
I was in shock. I didn't know how to react. He removed his hand as I turned around with he just standing like Mount Everest in front of me. With that he grabbed the bottom of my nightie lifted it up and off me with me of all things, making it terribly easy for him to do so.
I didn't think to or want to scream for fear of waking Debbie up but if one were to be witness to what had just transpired, they would most certainly and rightfully so, think I willing. I just stood there nude with this giant of a man looking at me. He said nothing and neither did I while he lightly caressing my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my erect nipples before handing me back my nightie and leaving.
I was stunned and did not dare tell Steve or his mom. What kept working on my mind was how I did NOTHING, that I let happen what happened. Even more confusing was how I was now thinking about Bill and my realization that I felt so weak, so dominated and I'm not the type to be dominated. In fact among friends, the inside joke is that I wear the pants and not Steve.
Several mornings passed by with no incidents. Then again my fear made as certain as I could, that it not. Bill and I occupying the same space with me feeling conflicted, with my heart racing and almost an electricity flowing in and through my vagina. I was aroused and frightened by his dominate personality. He was a conqueror in a real sense and that to most any woman, is a seductive bad boy quality. It most certainly was with me. I found myself wanting him. Really wanting him and yet, not.
One Sunday Bill being an avid motorcyclist was doing work on one of his motorcycles. It was a hot day and I was wearing shorts and a shirt. Bill had not made any kind of pass towards me since that morning in the kitchen. If that was a pass. I fantasized about him most minutes of the day and had a deep desire. It felt dangerous to be around him so I don't know why, but I felt compelled to go into the house and remove my panties and bra, changing into a tight white t-shirt accenting my "C" cup breasts. To add to that, the shirt was a thin cotton easily allowing for the dark brown of my nipples to be in view. Steve and Debbie were gone and for quite awhile so my courage was there but fragile.
I came back down and walked into the garage and tried to chat him up. He wasn't into chatting. Other than his deep stare at my tits, he hardly seemed interested in my presence at all. I took note a bottle of tequila sitting on the bench. I asked if I could have a drink. He handed me the bottle with me asking if he had a glass. "Drink from the bottle" is all he said, so I took a swig. After some onesided talk, hardly a conversation, he picked up a remote and closed the garage door. He said, take your top off. I was like, what? He said "you heard me" and just stared at me. "Off" he said. My heart pounding, I felt totally intimidated yet again and then did what he demanded. "Your shorts" was his next command and I did as he wished. It felt dangerous not to.
He approached me, my knees went weak and then put his dirty oily hands all over my body, on my tits, ass with his fingers exploring my pussy. It felt dangerous and great and I can't explain the excitement that came over me. He bent me over one of his bikes, my elbows resting on the seat, and spreading my ass cheeks he put his thick cock in my pussy and pounded me until he came.
He showed no regard for me being pleasured at all. It was a wham, bam no thank you ma'am with him ejaculating within 3 minutes. He pulled out of me zipped up and continued with what he had been doing. I never felt more used, more uncomfortable, rediculious, and yet somehow loving it.
