Qing stood at the kitchen sink, washing the last of the dinner dishes. She thought of how her life had changed over the past few years. As she and her husband, Chi, had planned, they had two children, a home in the suburbs and good jobs to pay for this wonderful life. This was the dream she had when she first arrived from China, almost twenty years earlier.
Her mind wandered to thoughts of when she had come to the United States to go to college. Her parents had made arrangements for her to stay with family friends here and to marry the son of the family friends. A year after she had arrived, Qing and Chi were married in an elaborate ceremony at the local Catholic Church. Qing was very religious and because of her deep-seated beliefs, was a virgin when she walked down the aisle.
She remembered how Chi had been a gentle, loving man on their wedding night. Chi had been her lover as well as her husband. He was attentive and tender during those early years. She remembered the nights of passion and how satisfying their lovemaking had been. It had been that way until the birth of their second child.
Chi had changed over the last ten years. He was hardly ever home, as his work began to consume his every waking hour. There were now arguments over everything from Qing's spending habits to who should take out the trash. Qing had always given in to Chi and taken the blame for everything.
Qing suddenly was snapped back to reality as she heard the front door slam shut. Chi stormed into the kitchen, his face flushed with anger. His clothing reeking of smoke and alcohol.
"Where is my dinner, woman? Why is it not on the table, ready for me?"
Qing stared silently at her husband. The smell of alcohol began to permeate the kitchen air.
"I .. I have for you in oven. I get now."
"You get now. Why I must wait? You have become lazy. Look at yourself! You not dress like woman. Always wear pants like man."
Qing bent down and removed the warming plate from the oven. She had spent hours preparing his favorite meal, assuming that he would not come home late for dinner. She walked to the kitchen table with her head bowed to hide the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. She gently placed the dish on the table by the place setting that she had arranged for Chi. Suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulders, twisting her body around to face him.
"You have ruined my dinner. Look! You have dry it in oven. You not even able cook for husband after hard day at work."
Qing said nothing but her head remained bowed before her husband.
Chi was getting angrier with each minute. "I not eat this. I not eat dinner. Leave it here. You clean in morning. We go bedroom."
Chi pushed Qing out of the kitchen toward the stairs leading to their bedroom. As she walked up the steps in front of her husband, she felt one of his hands rub her ass cheek through her pants. She continued up the stairs knowing what would soon follow. Hopefully he was drunk enough that it would be over quickly.
When Qing opened their bedroom door, she smelled Chi's breathe on the back of her neck. Placing his hands on her back, he pushed Qing toward their bed. She stood there silently as he walked around her and dropped himself down onto the bed.
"Undress for me. You wear men's pants and shirt. Now, show me woman underneath."
Qing brought her fingers to the top button on her shirt and began to open it, as quickly as she could. The sooner that she was naked and on the bed, the sooner it would be over. Her fingers had now reached the third button, when Chi yelled at her.
"No. You not do fast. Take time. Do slow. Like women at bar. You dance for me."
Qing knew that he wanted her to dance like the women at the strip club, which is where he must have been earlier with his friends from work. However, she had never been to one and had no idea what the women there did, except take off their clothes. Her fingers now slowly worked the remaining buttons on her shirt free. As she pulled the shirt open to slip it off of her arms, she saw Chi's eyes stare at her breasts, encased in her white silk bra. She saw his tongue slowly wet his lips and his teeth bite down gently on his lower lip.
Qing then brought her hands down to the waist of her pants. After undoing the button on the top of her pants, she slowly unzipped the zipper. Chi eyes were now riveted on the white cotton panties that were now partially visible. Qing pushed her pants down over her thighs and down her long legs. She bent down to remove the pants from where they had bunched around her ankles. The sight of Qing's tits hanging down even in her bra caused Chi to react.
Chi jumped off the bed and almost knocked Qing over. His hands reached out and pulled Qing's bra away from her body. On his second tug, the snap at the back of her bra gave way and he stood there holding her bra in his hands as her tits swung freely before him.
"No … Chi …. Please … not do this. Please….."
Qing's hands rose to cover her breasts. Chi moved closer to Qing and brought his hands to one side of her panties. Holding the cloth in both hands, he ripped open the side allowing the cloth to fall freely down her legs.
He stared at Qing's pussy. He had fucked her many times during their marriage but this one would be the best. He pushed her backwards and she fell onto their bed. Her legs spread open but she quickly closed them again.
Chi opened his pants and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His cock stood straight out pointing at Qing's prone body.
"You are wife and you will let me fuck you. Open legs."
"No … please, no …. Not do this …. You drunk … please not do this."
The tears that had been forming in the corners of Qing's eyes began to flow freely down her cheeks. Seeing this, Chi became more angry and more excited. Bending down, he slapped Qing's tear stained face.
"You listen to husband. OPEN LEGS."
Qing obeyed and spread her legs for Chi. Kneeling between her legs, Chi aimed his cock at her unprepared cunt. Qing felt his cock head at her vaginal entrance spreading the lips of her cunt. Chi pushed forward and buried his cock head in her dry opening.
Qing cried out as a sharp pain shot through her groin. "Oh, God, no…. Chi… stop …. I not ready…. please…. it hurt….. please stop….."
Chi ignored Qing's pleas and pushed his cock harder into her. Qing's hands reached down to her sore pussy. With one hand she tried to stop Chi's cock from entering any further into her abused pussy. With the other hand, Qing sought out her clit and began to manipulate her love button hoping that her pussy juices would start flowing. Chi shoved his cock again, deeper into her sore cunt.
As Qing's fingers worked on her clit, she began to feel the irritated walls of her cunt start to become coated by her juices. This time when Chi shoved forward, Qing's cunt was lubricated enough to allow the entire cock to bury itself into her body. Chi's mouth dropped to Qing's heaving breasts. He sucked hard on one of her nipples as one of his hands roughly seized her other breast and squeezed her other nipple.
"Chi…. Stop…. It hurt…. Chi… no….please… no more…. Stop….."
Qing's face was turned toward her pillow. Her tears streamed down her cheeks as she prayed for an end to her torment. Chi's hips continued ramming his cock harder and harder into Qing's pussy, until he could no longer hold back the rush of cum from his balls. Qing felt her insides being bathed in her husband's cum.
As Chi's limp cock slipped from the warm confines of Qing's cunt, he rolled off of her abused body and fell asleep. Qing rolled over into a fetal position and sought the comfort of sleep.
