"Rahul! You idiot!" Lata screamed at me. That raging, out of control scream so common to her these days. I winced as I always do and looked at her apprehensively. With her cute face, large doe like eyes, flowing black hair and in that tight T-shirt and jeans she would've looked hot and appealing to me a while ago. But that ugly anger, which is so common to her these days, masks her good features.
"What's it now?" turning away from the television I try to growl at her, but it comes out more as a whimper.
"Why didn't you take out the trash when the garbage man came this morning you idiot? Look, the dustbin is full! Where should I throw this hair and this shit?" She shouted with an even angrier and meaner voice. She held some of her fallen hair and a dirty tampon in her hand.
"Fucking throw it near the bin, I'll take it out tomorrow!" I raised my voice in irritation.
"Don't talk to me in that voice, I'm warning you!"
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I was thinking to myself as I emptied the dust bin at the municipality trash bin. The bitch (Yeah, that's how I think about her these days) is ruining my fucking life. Whenever she talks to me it is always in a harsh, condescending tone. I don't even remember when she spoke nice to me. The time when we were both happy together. What the fuck happened? The stink of the rotting garbage is not helping my mood either.
Is it because of our jobs? Is it her fucking mother? She never even complains about anything in particular. She always has such a mean look in her eyes. Each day the prospect of going back to home frightens me.
The evening sun was casting a brilliant orange hue across the sky. Birds chirping and flying back to their nests. Children were playing in the streets. People gathered around a fast food selling kiosk. Mostly young boys and girls, neatly dressed and very happy! A beautiful girl, with a big beautiful smile was playfully punching her friend. Everyone was happy. Except me.
Instead of heading back to our home I wandered around.
I fell so hard for Lata when I first saw her. An angel's face on the body of a goddess. Round shoulders, round hips, full firm breasts. The sight of her blemish-less creamy skin sends me crazy. And her smile was so cute! She used to sneak glances at me whenever we were at the same place and always looked at me with such adoration.
All my friends are jealous of me that I take such a beautiful woman to bed every night. Why won't they? She looks amazing either in a saree or a jeans. Beautiful face on a slender neck, her full breasts stand out, as do her flaring hips, contrasting her slim waist. More than all this, she had an ability to drive a man wild. She awakened something primal in a man. Just thinking about her is making my dick hard. I fidgeted my legs to adjust the growing erection.
Little did they know of my suffering. These days I have to literally beg her for sex. And that sneer of hers when I do, with a haughty look. She has even started making snide remarks about me when we are meeting others, like the other day when she humiliated my dressing sense before one of her friends and her husband. I clenched my fists as rage swept through me. I don't know what came upon me but I felt dizzy with rage and... and with my erection. For some reason my dick was harder than before. And I knew that I'll take what I want. I was tired of being the bitch's door mat. No more sucking up to her. She has to suck up to me now (in both ways).
"Fucking wimp can't even take care of the house properly," Lata fumed as she was drawing a bath. She tried to get calm and remind herself that she had an exciting event to attend tonight. She had to look her best. These days she always thinks of Rahul in derogatory terms. As she stepped into the bath she wondered why she is always so angry and upset. She remembered the time before their marriage. She used to be so excited about meeting Rahul. He was so good looking, well he still is actually. Tall, broad shoulders and a handsome face. He always had a smug grin on his face, but she was attracted to it. To think that she convinced her parents to let her marry him!
The warm water trickling down her body relaxed her. She always wondered at what moment she started hating Rahul, when her dreams about him were shattered. Now she also thought why she hated him. She didn't feel guilty for constantly berating him. He deserved every ounce of it. Rather, she was getting bored.
In the beginning she used to enjoy his suffering and humiliation. But lately he wasn't even resisting her. "The fucking wimp is not even giving me the pleasure of putting him down," she thought as she ran the soap over her smooth skin and soft curves. Then she thought about the sexologist column in the newspaper saying that lack of sexual satisfaction ruins marriage.
Was it why their marriage is in shambles? Rahul never satisfied her properly. She was very attracted to him before marriage. Her mother admonished her for literally fawning over him. But after marriage that attraction slowly withered away. He was still handsome, with taut skin and firm muscles. But he never satisfied her properly in bed, always left her unfulfilled. It made her angry to learn that he watched porn, when looking through his browser history.
Later she too started watching porn and reading erotic stories online. She learned to masturbate and liked to get herself off to rough porn and stories of ravishment. She imagined that it was her young, lithe body that was being fucked hard. She came for the very first time in her life reading ravishment stories.
