Me and my husband have been together for 3 years. We met on my 18th birthday. I am now 21 and he is 40. During all this time we were together I had really bad depression. This was mainly problems with my contraceptive pill which I didn't realise at the time but it was also because it was his plan for me.
We are still together, and I am only able to write this now because he has given me two hours off. That is how much I can have off and do what I want every month. He calls it me period of freedom. It’s a pun on when I have a period – his joke, of course. The rest of the time he says that I am the female of the family. He refers to us as his family. That’s him and his son from a previous marriage, and his son is 21, so I am exactly the same age as my ‘step-son.’ Weird.
My husband is a member of a fundamentalist Christian group that believes that women should always be women. I only wear skirts now, and I haven’t cut my blonde hair in the last 3 years – it is now down to my waist. The women aren’t allowed to go to work, or do anything educational. Some of the girls I know can only just write their names.
This is encouraged has it promotes economic dependence on the men folk which is seen as a good thing. To be honest, my husband wouldn’t approve of me watching TV, or listening to the radio, or being on the internet. Writing this once a month is the only thing that I do which is disobedient, God forgive me, because ‘the woman should worship and obey the man as the man worship and obeys God.’
When we first together, the contraceptive pill meant that (how do I put this) I didn’t become very wet. I used to have intercourse with him even though it hurt me, but then I realized that if I performed oral sex on him for a long time beforehand and brought him to almost climax, then my saliva and his leakage made it wet enough for him to have full intercourse with me.
Quickly after we consummated the marriage he said that he wanted to have anal sex with me. I said that it wasn’t natural but he reminded me that as I was his wife I had to obey him. There was nothing more I could say.
He never mentioned it again thought and I was glad. He didn’t pressure me.
One night we got in bed and it was the first time we had done anything in a while. We use to have sex every day, but he had been very busy and it had been about 3 days. He NEVER masturbated, saying it was against Church teaching. I said that if it was OK with him I didn’t want to have sex because I was depressed.
He was really loving, gentle. That was really nice and I got really aroused and he seemed happy that I was so aroused.
I then lay on my front and he was on top of me- his stomach leaning against my back. He was kissing my neck and then started thrusting against my bum cheeks in a 'back and forth' motion. The weight of his body on mine meant I couldn't move.
I told him he was heavy and he supported himself on his elbows. Then he grabbed my forearms with his hands. There was on way I could move now, and it was even difficult to breath. His penis was not very hard, and I felt it pushing between the cheeks of my bottom. Then suddenly he penetrated me anally and then he started thrusting inside me really vigorously. I still couldn’t move till he climbed off me, and I tried not to think about it.