(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!