She was half asleep when he finally got into bed next to her way after midnight.
Marla came upstairs about an hour before him, after she had woken up on the couch. He had told her to go to bed and said he would follow soon. Marla sighed when she slipped her hand into his, content that her husband was next to her. She always had trouble sleeping when he wasn’t in bed with her.
She mumbled “good night” and gave her husband a kiss before she found that favorite spot on her pillow. Her hand was still in his. Marla felt herself drifting off to sleep.
Her consciousness barely registered the movement next to her. She struggled to open her eyes when a rush of cold air enveloped her naked body. On instinct, her hand searched for the duvet, thinking her husband must have accidentally pulled it off.
Suddenly, she was wide awake.
He harshly pushed her to roll onto her back, and then, with his knee, he forced her legs apart. His upper thighs kept her legs spread, even though she tried to push him away. She was tired and not in the mood for his shenanigans.
With one hard thrust and surprisingly forceful, he pushed himself all the way into her.
Marla pushed against his stomach, trying to get him to move slower. He grabbed her hands and clasped them above her head, still slamming his rigid cock into her.
She tried to squirm away from him to ease the pain in her loins.
“Stay still, bitch,” he hissed and bent down to bite her nipples.
Tears filled Marla’s eyes.
But something else filled her too.
Her tiredness changed to desire.
She opened her legs wider, trying to meet his thrusts to make it hurt less. It only resulted in him pounding harder. Marla moaned and begged him to slow down.
He ignored her.
He collapsed next to her, panting. Marla rolled towards him. She was horny. She longed for his hands on her body, for him to make her climax. He leaned towards her and gave her a kiss.
“Sleep well, my love,” he said.
It was quiet for a while. Then Marla dared to speak.
“No. You’re my slut and I will use you in any way I desire and whenever I want. Now go to sleep.”
Marla turned over, but was still awake long after her husband had drifted off to sleep.
She was horny.
She was used.
She was happy.
Note: I wrote this story back in August 2012, and back then it was just a fantasy, and in the story I referred to myself as ‘Rebel’. Master T had read that story, and this fantasy became reality many times in the years after that. I rewrote the 2012 story to the above for Medium, which I shared there in January 2022.