Ray and I have been married for 8 years. I wouldn't say happily married, but married. Ray was never happy with our sex life. It was never often enough, or never good enough. Frankly, I didn't really care, because I was an attractive woman I could have any man I wanted. Also, came from a wealthy family, so money wasn't an issue and I was fucking his friend Dave behind his back. I just stayed with him because it was easy. I didn't need a messy divorce that my family would hold over my head.
When we started dating sex was often spontaneous. I would eagerly suck Ray off in public places where there was a chance of getting caught or even on the highway while he was driving. He would surprise me with a romantic setting and things would just happen. Growing up a good Christian girl, I didn't have a lot of experience but I did the best I could. Everything was new and exciting.
Once we were married, things changed. My husband wasn't a bad lover, he just wasn't anything special. This was surprising to me, because after a few years of being married, he told me his fantasies about dominating me or other women sexually. He even went as far as describing an encounter with me and another woman. Sometimes he would joke about going to an adult book store to buy "things" to use on me. I didn't think he was really serious about any of that, though. I mean, those things were so taboo. People like us didn't do that sort of thing. Eventually, I would find out that he really was into it.
I was bored with the same foreplay we would have before the usual missionary position. I don't want anything real kinky, just something a little different now and then. These days, on the occasion Ray wasn't too tired for sex, I would usually fake an orgasm so we could finish and go to sleep. Besides, his friend Dave kept me pretty satisfied, so I didn't really care. Everyone knows that it's the woman who decides when, where and how sexual encounters are handled in a marriage. However, that was about to change...
It was just like any other night, we finished our usual routine of hanging out on the couch watching TV. Ray went through house, made sure everything was closed and locked, and we climbed into bed. I was not really in the mood for "sex" tonight so I left my panties on, turned over with my back to him and started to try and fall asleep. Ray ran his hand over my back and ass which means "let's have sex". Like normal when I wasn't in the mood, I just told him I wasn't interested and closed my eyes again.
Then it happened. It was as if a switch and been flipped on inside him. He didn't say word. He just grabbed my panties from behind and tore the thin fabric from my body. I was shocked, he had never acted like this before, so I asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. He replied by saying he was doing something he should have done years ago. With an evil glint in his eyes, he swiftly wrapped my own panties around my wrists and stretched my arms over my head to tie the panties to the wooden post at the corner of the bed. I was getting scared since this was definitely not like him and I had no idea where this was going. All I knew was I was completely naked and vulnerable and I had just been restrained by someone that I thought I could predict.