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His Wife His Property

His Wife His Property

by virginalnympho
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(Just a warming in case the the fact it being in the non-consent category wasnt enough. This story is a non-consent story and is completely fictional. If that makes you uncomfortable, please find another story on this site to read).

I don't know how it started. We had been married for about thirty years and over time our marriage had became sexless. He would occasionally beg me for sex but rarely would I oblige him. To be frank, I had turned into a bitch and I'm surprised he didn't serve me with divorce papers.

He had grown frustrated over time, getting more fed up with me but never said anything to me and instead let his resentment grow. We may have slept in the same bed but we were like roommates other than the fact he would occasionally try to grab my breasts and I would tell him the usual 'I'm too tired' or 'not tonight, honey' that I would always tell him.

I had drifted off to sleep for a few hours but had temporarily woke up. I had continued to close my eyes and planned to hopefully drift off to bed. I felt his hand on my tits like I occasionally did however he was under the impression that I was asleep! That fucking creep!

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I continued to have my eyes shut tightly, too shocked to even tell him that I was awake and confront him about his behaviour. However he took his behaviour further than he usually did, he started touching my pussy. What horrified me more than his behaviour was the fact that I was actually extremely wet!

I was disgusted with not only the fact I had married this man but with myself. He spread my legs apart, gently so he wouldn't wake me up since he thought I was asleep, removed my underwear and slid his cock into my wet cunt. He thrusted his cock inside me hard and fast, using me as an object for his pleasure.

I did my best to stay still and to keep from moaning as I didn't want him to know I was awake. He groped my breasts while relentlessly ramming his cock deep inside me. He used me like I wasn't even a human being but simply an inanimate object. Doing this wasn't about me or my pleasure, it was about using me as a fleshlight with a pulse.

He groaned softly throughout doing this, muttering profanities quietly to himself and commenting on how tight my pussy was. He started sucking on my tits while he thrusted into my wet cunt but I continued to pretend to be asleep despite how difficult it was to remain still and silent.

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As he used me like an object for his pleasure, I thought about what led me up to this moment of having my husband essentially rape me. I thought about how I said 'I do' at the alter and how I had known him since college. He always seemed like a normal, sweet man.

I trusted him, I loved him, I married him. I now found out that his kindness was conditional and was something that he wanted something in return for. I never thought he was like this.

Despite my mind's disgust at what was happening, my body had reacted excitedly to his actions, in fact welcomingly. I laid there, eyes tightly closed shut, stricken with fear, too shocked to even move and probably the wettest he had ever made me. I couldn't believe it.

My husband had always been passive and while a sweet man, it just wasn't something that could sexually excite any woman. I would never admit this to anyone but this was the most turned on I had ever been in my life. Some fucked up part of me hoped and prayed that my husband would do this again to me someday.

His breathing got heavier, his thrusts became faster and he shoot his load inside of me. He got off of me, planted a kiss on my forehead like his behaviour was completely normal and then he fell asleep next to me. I could feel his warm load of jizz leaking out of my pussy as I laid there in shock at what he had just done.

What was even weirder was he was cuddled up next to me for once which was something he hadn't done much in years, something I had always complained about. He became less affectionate and loving over time.

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