This is a unique story about a husband and Wife, written from two perspectives under two different titles. This one is about the woman who thought her Sex life became ordinary and scripted to the point of boredom. Its companion story is titled “I Just Wanted to Fuck”. I suggest you read them both chapter for chapter and gain some insight into why people who Love each other end up cheating. Like I said it is Unique, and I hope you enjoy hearing both sides.

I Just Wanted to be Fucked

Chapter One

Her perspective: The beginning of their troubles

My name is Jennifer, but everyone calls me Jen. I am married to Brian who was my crush and mt steady boyfriend ever since the beginning of senior high school. He’s a good-looking man at 5’11” tall, 175 pounds, muscular with light brown hair, blue eyes, and a calm disposition. I can’t say he was bad to me, he never hit me or anything, he rarely ever raises his voice, and our marriage has been good, although our Sex life has dwindled from what it once was.

I am 5’4″ tall at 117 pounds (Brian thinks I’m still 110), and those extra 7 pounds really helped my already ample C-Cup breasts. I have long blonde hair that falls down my back, blue eyes, and what I consider my best features, a shapely butt, and long toned legs that I’m proud of keeping in shape. I like to show off my legs, so I often wear skirts and flirty dresses that accent my body perfectly, or at least I did. Let me explain why things started changing.

We would spend Friday nights with high school friends, three guys we both new. They would come over, play cards, computer games, watch football on TV on Sunday’s, and drink. We always had a good time, and of course the boys would complement Brian on how good I looked and do some minor flirting with me. So, I mean it was just boys being boys and it made me feel pretty to tell the truth, but it started to make Brian uneasy. We would play cards and drink in the living room where we had a sofa, a Love seat, a chair, and a coffee table between. Brian would sit across from where I sat, and I would give him secret panty flashes while the guys were there, just being a bit naughty with my husband. Well, occasionally, one of the guys would catch me and they would say something just being funny and clank their beer bottles together like they scored in a game. They would say things like “Jen’s flashing Brian again”, or “Jen, I like those pink panties more than the black”. When I would go get more beers one of the guys would get up to help me carry the empties out and the full ones in and put a hand on my back in the kitchen, And yes, sometimes they would let that hand brush against my butt when removing it but they didn’t go any further than that.

Then Brian started to change the way he acted when they were around, he would sit me next to him on the Love seat so no one else sat next to me, he would constantly be pulling my hem down on my legs if I let any mid-thigh show, even cautioning me about bending forward like I was showing my entire breast. I mean come on, I would show a little cleavage in my sexier dresses, but that’s why they’re cut that way, and no one saw anything they didn’t see when we were all out at the pool. In a bikini my breasts were perfectly placed showing off all the cleavage anyone could want to see, so what was the problem?

Then when I went to work, my supervisor informed me that my mid-thigh dresses were too short for the office so I had to go and buy more conservative clothes for work. It hadn’t been a problem in the past, but now it was. So, I started wearing jeans to our Friday night get togethers and longer skirts at work. Our Saturday night date night became infrequent, and we didn’t attend church on Sundays, so, I ended up dressing down all week long. It wasn’t until one warm Friday night when the guys were coming over that I dressed like my old self, a pair of nylon loose fitting shorts, the kind the lifeguards wear over their bathing suits, and a tube top that barely covered my chest. I mean like what the hell, it was Hot, I was going to be cooking on the grill, and I was on my own back patio, who other than Brian and the guys would see me, and what if someone else did?

One of our friends from school was Robert (Bobby), and we both new him for a long time even before becoming friends. He would help me do the beer serving each week, and he wouldn’t let me get on my knees to get the bottles from the fridge bottom. So, I would be standing there in my short dresses as he kneeled in front of me handing me the bottles. I knew he a partial view up my dress, but I didn’t care, he was a friend of ours, and I liked him since 7^th grade. Occasionally he would hand a cold bottle up to me and purposely have it rub up under my skirt, or he would be loading up my arms and lay a cold one right against my nipple. Hell, I enjoyed the attention and the playing, and he enjoyed sneaking a peak, I even let him pat and squeeze me on the butt a couple times, no harm done. That was until Brain started his conservative master attitude, and our date nights went away, and work scolded me for the way I dressed. Hell, I enjoy having men look at me, I have a nice body and I’m not out running around naked in front of people.

I confided in Boddy one day and we decided to meet and talk one afternoon over lunch. He told me that he not only noticed the change in my wardrobe, and that he missed the way I used to dress, but that he had said something to Brian about the way he would keep pulling my skirt down even though it had not ridden up but an inch. Brian gave him some shit about a husband having to watch out for his Wife or rumors would get started about her being a slut. I dressed like this all the way through school and Brian knows it, and no one branded me a slut, all the boys thought I was Hot. And now everyone is telling me I must cover up and I don’t like it.

One thing led to another and now Bobby is giving me hugs in the kitchen when we go to get more drinks, and purposely rubbing his hand on my back to check if I’m wearing a bra. Then his hand would slide down to my waist and he’d grab my belt loop on my jeans pulling me closer to him. One night after too many drinks for all of us he did that and pulled me into a tight embrace and whispered in my ear.

“Don’t say a word, but I want you to know that I am going to fuck you, Jen.”

Then he raised his hand from my waist and cupped my left breast while his right arm pulled me in, and he gave me a subtle but erotic kiss. We broke the embrace, neither of us saying a word, and went back to the living room with the next round. I excused myself to the bathroom and found I was wet as hell, and just masturbated right there and then. If Bobby were near the bathroom, I would have pulled him in with me and would have given him the blow job of his life. As the night broke up, each of the guys gave me a hug at the door as the walked out, except for Bobby. He looked to make sure Brian wasn’t watching and he gave me another kiss, this one bold and forceful as he mauled my breast, then whispered in my ear again as he hugged me.

“This isn’t going to work for me, I’m going to have to fuck you, so you might as well get used to that idea. Call me next week and we can arrange a time for me to give you what we both need.”

I was so Hot and flustered I almost came in my jeans at that very moment. He wasn’t asking me, he told me he was going to fuck me and that I’d better get used to that. He was taking charge, he didn’t lean in for a kiss, he just pulled my body to him and kissed me however he wanted to. In that moment Bobby took complete control over what was going to happen next, and I was overjoyed to let him do it. He was being a man and taking charge, and making me so damn wet during the process, why would I try to stop him. I was wanting to just get fucked, have some man grab me pull up my dress and drill me from behind. Now this man was telling me was going to do just that, and I was in heaven.

Saturday came and went without notice, not even an invite to go out on our date night, and each week this went on, the less I cared. I still Love Brian, but this demanding person he had become was smothering me, and everything good that we enjoyed together was falling away, even our passionate Sex. We were living together/separately, and not doing a good job doing either. Sunday was no different, we went through our boring routine, yes talking but not really interacting with each other. I ended up going online to check for work updates, as it was not uncommon for me to get texts and emails about what had to be done first thing Monday morning.

I looked at my phone and saw a number I did not recognize that left me a text message, and I was shocked. It was a simple message, demanding and concise, and it didn’t leave any room for misunderstanding or a change of what it promised.

“Your battery is going to be dead Monday morning, and it will take a few hours for you to get a tow truck and get it fixed, so at the time you normally leave, you are going to call work and tell them just that. You will wait in your apartment with the front door unlocked, and if you’re wearing anything more than an old T-Shirt, you will regret it.”

I tried to text back and tell him that this might not be a good idea, but he wasn’t hearing any of that.

“Look, maybe we should wait and plan this out better.”

The response hit me like a truck coming at me.

“Yeah, that’s cute you thinking you have a choice in all of this. Do as I told you and be ready to be fucked repeatedly.”

I was flabbergasted, knowing this is the guy I liked all those years, I never thought of him as Dominant man at all. Now he was dictating to me where I would let him fuck me, when I would let him fuck me, and what I would be wearing when I let him fuck me. It was just then I realized my mistake, I wasn’t letting him do anything, he was telling me what I would do and what he would do to me. I was just an actor in his show, and he was going to run that show the way he wanted to run it, at least that was the excuse I formed in my head. After I caught my breath, I noticed my panties were soaked, so I ran off to get a Shower before Brian noticed anything, and of course I rubbed myself to a wonderful Orgasm while I cleaned up. This man made me so Hot, so confused, so incapable of saying no, and I haven’t even slept with him. But I doubted what we were going to be doing could be called sleeping together, he wanted to fuck me and that is what he was going to do, and I wanted him to do it in any way he wanted. I no longer cared about my situation, or feelings, or even circumstances, I wanted to be fucked and this is the guy that told me he was going to do it.

Monday morning came a I pretended to be getting ready for work when Brian gave me a peck on the cheek and hustled off to work. I had twenty minutes before the normal time I would leave for work, and I was only wearing panties, bra, and house coat, so I had time, so I got an old T-Shirt that came down just below my crotch, but it was a crew neck shirt. I wanted to show more of myself, so I took some scissors to the neckline and cut a deep wide “V” from the shoulders to below my bustline. I stripped and tried it on, and it barely hung onto my nipples, but showed every bit of cleavage I could throw forward. But I didn’t want to stop there, so I cut a slit up each side all the way up to my waist so there would be no secrets beneath that shirt. I took a good look in the mirror after I put it back on and I could only think one thing; What a fucking slut you are, but I think he wants a slut. He didn’t say he wanted to make Love to me, he didn’t say he wanted to have Sex with me, he told me he was going to fuck me, and that I should get used to that idea. A slut he wants, a slut he will get. I then went and put on the smuttiest makeup I had and made sure it screamed “fuck me”. That along with the CFM heels I put on, there wouldn’t be any reason for him to not like what he saw, or so I thought. After making my call to work, I went to wait on the tile in the small entrance way to our apartment with the door unlocked. I am not sure I can convey the feelings I had at that moment, I was scared beyond belief, I was even more excited, and I was so Horny I almost came just thinking about what was to come. When he walked through the front door my heart skipped a few beats and my stomach came up to my throat.

When he walked in, he closed the door behind himself and stood staring at me, and I didn’t move a muscle, not even to speak.

“What did I tell you to wear?”

“A T-Shirt, and that’s what I have on.”

“Did I tell you to put in some kind of street whore heels?”

“No, no you didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t, what?”

“No, you didn’t sir?”

“That’s better, and why do you have this shit on your face?”

“I just thought you would like it.”

“Did I tell you I wanted you to think? I told you I wanted you to be ready to be fucked, that’s all.”

“Yes sir, I’m. Sorry sir.”

Without another word he grabbed my shirt on either side of the V-Cut and ripped it open to the slit I cut on the side. He swung me around and slid the shirt down my arms using it to bind my hands behind my back, put an arm around my waist and his other hand bending me toward the wall behind me. There I stood about two feet from the wall holding myself up by resting my check on it, and he still didn’t speak. I heard his belt come undone and his zipper being pulled down, and the familiar sound of pants being taken off. Then I felt his foot between my feet, pushing mine further apart from each other, and my hair being laid out on my back. I was now positioned by him to where and how he wanted my body, and it was all done without a word between us.

I felt the head of his cock against the opening of my Pussy, just resting there with light pressure from him holding it there. I was totally engrossed by what was happening and all I could think of was him just fucking me without ever saying a word, just using my body for his satisfaction and fucking me like an animal fucks another. That’s when I felt his hands sliding up from my hips, slowly reaching my back and stopping at my shoulders. All I thought was “Please fuck me, use me and fuck me hard and deep”. I felt his hands grip tightly around my shoulders and the head of his cock slip into that place that had only been Brian’s up until now. I felt my Pussy tingling and quivering, contracting on the head of his cock like I was already having an Orgasm, but I fought to hold it back. I wanted to savor this moment and enjoy every inch of him, although I didn’t know just how big he was, as I never saw his cock. Then another inch entered me, and this was driving me crazy with lust, just wanting him to take me completely. Inch by inch and pausing in between he methodically entered me with his length until I felt his pelvis against my Ass and his balls against my clit. Then a slow withdraw until just the very tip was still inside of me and he rammed the entire length of his cock into me with one ruthless thrust, causing me to cry out.

‘Oh God yes, fuck me hard and make me cum all over your cock. Make me your private little slut that lives to get fucked by you.”

He didn’t say a word, just ramming that cock in and out of me like some kind of machine built just to use my Pussy, and I was enjoying every minute of his actions. Ram it in and slowly pull out to the head and ram it back in, he was like a jack hammer pulverizing my Pussy with his tool.

“Oh, fuck yeah, fuck me like you never fucked anyone before. You’re making my Pussy pulse and I’m getting close to Cumming.”

Then came the only words he had spoken to me since he started abusing my Pussy, and he spoke in rhythm to his thrusts.

“Not…Yet…Don’t you…dare…cum yet.”

“I don’t know how long I can hold it off.”

“I’ll…tell you…when you…can cum…and not…before.”

I felt his thrusts along with his grip on my shoulders, and his sweat dripping on my back when he took one hand and grabbed up my hair to use like a horse’s reign, and his other hand went down to my clit. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take much more if he started rubbing me there, yet I was mesmerized by his instruction not to cum until he told me to. Pulling me onto his cock by my hair, and ruthlessly rubbing my clit, he kept fucking me giving me no sign of him Cumming and letting me join him in that moment of ecstasy.

“I am going to make your cunt mine by filling it with my seed, and you’re going to show me you’re giving it to me by Cumming along with me. Are you ready to become mine?”

“Yes, yes, oh fuck yes, my cunt belongs to you now so give me your cum.”

“Then Cum bitch, Cum NOW!”

I felt him start to spurt inside of me and that was all it took to send me into a dirty sexual bliss, Cumming and screaming while my Pussy pulsed and contracted on his cock milking every drop from him. I came so hard my legs gave out from beneath me, and his arm went around my waist catching me before I fell. With his cock still pulsing he pushed me up flat against the wall, pinning me there with his body until I had the strength to stand on my own. As I recovered from my massive Orgasm, I noticed his cock was still inside of me and it was still hard. He unbound my wrists and threw my shirt to the floor, then he pulled out of me and spun me around reentering me immediately from the front. Then without warning he put his arms around my waist and lifted me with his arms while impaled on his still hard cock. I threw my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist as to prevent him from leaving that space inside of me.

Covered in sweat, kissing my neck and shoulder, he carried me back to the master bedroom and he stopped in front of a full-length mirror.

“On your knees Now.”

I uncoupled from him as he put me down and withdrew from my Pussy as I instinctively listened and dropped to my knees.

“I want you to watch yourself sucking my cock clean, so you remember which cock owns your Pussy from here on out.”

I didn’t answer, I just engulfed his cock with my mouth and started sucking him clean. I remember thinking to myself that I had better do a good job or he wouldn’t return to fuck me again, and I didn’t want that. As I looked at myself lovingly sucking him, I could see my hair was a mess, mascara running down my cheeks, and my whore make up in a sorry state due to sweating and tears. But all I was concerned with was cleaning him completely and pleasing this man who had just fucked me like no one had ever done before. When I was finished, I saw his cock had gotten hard and an easy nine inches long, more than adequate enough for my shallow Pussy. He pulled me to his feet and spoke briefly.

“Go clean yourself up, you look a mess.”

I pattered my way into the bathroom and washed my face clean, as well as washed my cum filled Pussy. I was amazed by how much sperm he delivered inside of me and saw that some of it had run down my leg, so his total amount must have been massive. I walked back into the room and saw him sitting on the bed with his cock pointed straight up when I tried to speak and got cut off.

“I really enjoyed…”

“Stop talking, we’re not done yet.”

He walked towards me and picked me up like I was a stuffed doll, and he laid me on the edge of the bed on my back. He pushed my legs up to my shoulders and put my hands around them to hold then in place. Then I felt something cold on my anus and I jumped to get up but he held me in place with one hand.

“You’re doing this so get your head in the right place, I’m taking every bit of your body and not leaving one part unfucked.”

With fear in my heart and body, and uncertainty if I should even allow him to take my virgin Ass, I simply looked up at him and nodded yes. I had no idea what was coming over me, but I was letting this man do something no one else had ever done to me, he was going to fuck my Ass. I started wondering if he slammed my butt hole the way he pounded my Pussy, his cock would rip me apart, and yet he told me to stop talking and I wasn’t disobeying him.