I finished my beer, left the empty can on the counter and went to the bedroom. There she was sleeping peacefully, my wife of five years. She was lying in bed with her back toward me. I could barely make out her blond hair and gently curves.
How many times had I seen her like this and smiled contently? Of course, that was before I found out she was planning on leaving me.
"Bitch!" I snapped. For once she didn't wake up at the slightest noise. In fact, she didn't budge.
It seemed so surreal. I wouldn't have believed it, but my best friend Harry told me and he wasn't the type to get something like this wrong. His wife Tara was a well-known divorce lawyer and worked out of their house. Harry was off from work to play golf recently and got home just in time to sign for a package. He needed a pen and found one in his wife's desk, along with the divorce papers.
I wondered when Sue planned on doing it? It didn't matter in the end. I'd decided on a preemptive strike. I was done bending over backwards and taking the shit life gave me. I was going to tell her what I knew and see where it went from there. I reached over and shook Sue awake.
"What?" she gasped. "What's wrong?"
"We need to talk," I said.
"Can't it wait until morning?" she frowned.
"Nope," I answered succinctly, causing her to sit up. I was generally very agreeable and didn't like to make waves. Sue wasn't used to hearing me speak in the tone I was using.
"What's bothering you?" she asked, propping herself up on her pillow.
When you're about to lose someone you love, it hurts. It doesn't matter how angry you feel. It just does. I loved Sue and probably always would. The concern in her voice sounded so real that it only made it worse. I couldn't look into her eyes anymore.
"I hope you didn't wake me up for sex!" she said in annoyance. It took me a moment to realize that she thought I was looking at her breasts when I was simply unable to look into her eyes. Of course, her mentioning sex made me think about it despite everything.
'Damn!' I thought, my eyes now taking in her soft curves. The sight of Sue's body always excited me. Her breasts were peaking through her cotton nightgown.
"You did, didn't you?" Sue asked, sounding even more annoyed. She covered her breasts with her hands. I grit my teeth. I hated it when she sounded like that!
"And would that be such a bad thing?" I asked angrily.
"It's four in the morning!" she snapped.
"So?" I shrugged. "I work the late shift. It's when I get home. Besides, its not like we do it at other times."
I shook my head. I couldn't believe I was rehashing this again! I thought I'd gotten over it years ago. I guess not. I loved my wife, but her ideas on sex were ridiculous. It bothered me a lot in the beginning, but later I decided to give it time. I thought maybe she'd relax with me one day. Well, time had passed and one day was never going to happen.
"We made love just last week," she said defensively.
"Two weeks ago," I corrected.
"Ten days," she insisted.
"Too long," I snapped, reaching for her.
"No!" she cried. "I'm tired!"
I looked at Sue. Her expression and tone were the same that made me back off on many occasions, only this time instead of giving in, something happened. I'm not really sure what. I loved and hated her so much at that moment! She was my wife. The woman I chose to spend the rest of my life with, and she was going to leave me.
The two extreme emotions combined with the alcohol in my system and the knowledge that I was never going to have the love life I dreamed about with her. The end result was a desire for her that simply overwhelmed me. I reached over and pulled her breasts free of her nightgown.
"Stop!" she cried, looking into my eyes. Something there clearly frightened her. I barely noticed as she tried to pull away.
"I don't think so!" I half growled as I leaned forward and kissed one of her nipples. She tried to pull away again and I bit down on it.
"Ouch!" she cried, pushing me away with her hands. "Stop!"
I grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. I held them with one of my own hands and reached down with the other. I pressed the fingers of that hand between her thighs. Sue's underwear was in the way, but that didn't stop me from rubbing her through them.
"What are you doing?" she cried. I looked into her eyes, letting her see my desire and my rage for a moment before kissing her. It wasn't a loving kiss. It was angry and passionate. I raped her lips with mine.
"Please don't!" she gasped when she felt my fingers push aside her panties.
"Why not?" I growled.
"I don't want to!" she snapped.
"Bullshit!" I snapped. "Your panties are soaked and you're breathing heavier than I am."
"I'm breathing heavy because I'm scared!" she cried. Something in her tone got through to me. I let her go, but neither my anger nor desire dissipated.
"Then get out!" I snapped.
"What?" she asked in confusing.
"I said, get out," I added, my voice more controlled.
"No!" she said angrily.
"I can make you," I said, giving her a look that let her know I wasn't joking.
"What's wrong with you?" she cried nervously.
I nearly blurted out that I knew about the divorce papers. I was going to. In that moment I decided to do it, only something else came out of my mouth instead.
"I want you!" I snapped. It was true, but even I was surprised by my tone.
"You've never been like this before," she said.
"People change," I said meaningfully. Of course, it passed entirely over her head.
"Let me fix my clothes and we'll talk, like you wanted," she said, trying to force calmness into her voice. I shook my head.
Talk! That's all Sue ever wanted to do! She was one of those thinkers. Nothing was ever done spur of the moment. It was all planned and orchestrated. Every decision discussed until a 'fair' compromise could be found. The only problem was that her definition of fair and mine differed. I was so sick of it!
"I don't want to talk anymore," I said as I looked at her body again. Her breasts were heaving and I felt my desire peak again. Sue saw where I was looking and tried to fix her top. I slapped her hands away. "And I don't want you to fix your clothes."
"I'm not going to make love to you!" she snapped angrily.
"Fine," I replied, reaching in my pants and pulling out my cock. "Then how about just taking care of this? It's your fault it's like this!"
"That's so crude!" she cried. I was a little surprised. This wasn't like me at all.
"Why?" I argued. "I'm your husband and taking care of a husband's needs is what a wife is supposed to do!"
"I take care of your need!"
"Not this one," I said, beginning to stroke my cock.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"If you won't take care of me," I growled. "I'll have to take care of myself!"
"You wouldn't!" she cried. I laughed harshly.
"What? You think married to you, I haven't had to do this before?" I replied, looking over her body again. "Only this time, I think I'm going to do something a little different."
"What?" she asked, watching me stroke myself. I noticed that despite her words, she was breathing heavy and her nipples were becoming hard as she watched.
"I'm going to cum on your face or tits," I said crudely. It was so out of character that poor Sue was actually speechless for a moment. "I don't know which yet. It's such a hard decision. Both look so inviting!"
"Ew!" she finally got out. "You're not doing either!" "I am if you're still in the bed when I'm ready."
Sue was clearly at a loss as to what to do or say. Yet, I noticed that her eyes were locked on my cock as I stroked it and she was panting slightly. Watching her watch me brought my orgasm near fast.
"Have you been drinking?" she asked a few moments later.
"Definitely," I grunted, very close now.
"You're drunk!" she accused.
"Probably," I snapped. "Now shut up and show me your tits! I'm getting close."
"No!" she cried, covering them up.
"Have it your way!" I gasped and shifted on the bed until I was stroking my cock at her face.
"You wouldn't dare!" she cried, but I noticed she didn't move away. Her lips were moist and she was biting the lower one.
"Sure I would!" I grunted and let lose the first jet of cum. It covered from one cheek to the edge of her mouth.
"Oh my God!" she cried, her mouth falling open in shock.
Sue always refused to taste my cum. She would upon a rare occasionally satisfy me with her mouth, but even then she refused to look at me when she did it and always pulled away before I was done. I decided it was time to rectify that.
I shoved my cock into her mouth and grabbed her by the back of the head. She fought me at first, but then started sucking and swallowing as I unloaded into her mouth. It was either that or choke. I watched her face as she did it. Sue's eyes met mine and she actually groaned around my cock, sending me into another spasm.
"You bastard!" she gasped out when she was finally able to pull back.
"No doubt," I nodded in agreement. "But you could have left. I gave you the chance."
"I didn't know you were going to do that!" she cried. Instead of arguing, I smiled again. Poor Sue saw and her eyes grew big.
"If you thought that was bad, wait until you see what I do next," I growled pulling her under me.
"No! Let me go!" she snapped.
"Fine," I said coldly, letting her go. "Then get out of my bed."
