Things have been strained with my husband of thirteen years lately. I love him, but the sex had become so routine, boring...and infrequent. When he suggested that we go away for a weekend I was thrilled, and thought to myself that maybe we could talk about our troubles, and find a solution.
We went to dinner, and then stopped at the bar in the hotel. I noticed a very handsome man sitting close by when we sat down, but being the faithful wife that I am, I just stole a few quick glances at him. I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to talk, but when I mentioned being unhappy with our sex life he got sooo angry! He said that he saw me looking at the other man in the bar...he called me a slut. I knew he had been under a lot of strain at work, but never expected this attack from him...he has always been a very gentle, caring man. I tried telling him how wrong he was...that I had never been with another man, but he wasn't listening. He told me that he couldn't even look at me, and stormed out of the bar. I was very hurt, and I admit a bit angry. How could he talk to me that way after all the years we had spent together?
As I got up to leave I noticed that the man I had seen earlier was still in the bar, but didn't really give him much thought as I walked out. I went to our room hoping that my husband was back in the room, and that we could make up. As I unlocked the door someone slammed into my back & pushed me into the room. I was stunned, and scared as I saw the man from the bar behind me. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my arm, and pushed me further into the room...slamming the door behind him. He didn't say a word when I tried to race for the door...just grabbed me, and forced his mouth onto mine. His kiss was hard, and brutal as I struggled against him trying to free myself. I reached out to strike him, but he caught my hand, and crushed me against his hard body... still grinding his mouth on mine. He pushed me onto the bed, and said that he knew that I wanted him...he saw me looking at him in the bar, so quit the play-acting.
I was scared, and started to try to reason with this madman, but he told me to shut up...he knew all about women like me....teasing men to get what they want. He fell on top of me on the bed...tearing at my clothes, and forcing his mouth again on mine. Feeling his mouth on mine, his tongue forcing inside, his hands on my body I felt such shame....thinking that my husband had been right about me...I must be a slut because as afraid as I was... it felt good. My struggles lessened as he tore open my dress, and he took a nipple into his mouth...sucking, and nipping with his teeth. My shame increased as by body arched towards him, and a moan escaped me.
I couldn't believe it....here I was being attacked by a stranger, and I was enjoying it!! He reached down to my panties...could feel my wetness, and started to chuckle saying "see, I was right about you bitch." He pulled them aside, and drove a finger inside of my wet pussy... pushing in deep, and hard. I no longer thought...just reacted. I moved my hips against his hand as my hands gripped his shoulders. He kept thrusting in & out as he lowered his mouth to my pussy...his tongue lapping at my wetness, and I had the best orgasm of my life!
