I'm not a bad guy, really I'm not. Sometimes though, I have bad thoughts. It was like... if I saw an opportunity, if it just fell in my lap, then I couldn't pass it up. I still loved my wife then. Yes I know she treated me like crap, humiliated me in front of our friends, but I still loved her, I could not help it.
My name is John Pressman, I'm kind of an average guy. Ok looking, not too dumb, a hard worker but not rich--average. Somehow though I landed a beauty. Susan Miler was almost a cliche. She was a blonde, blue eyed, big titted, tight assed cheer leader, and the Home Coming Queen. She looked a little like Jessica Simpson but she was no bimbo. Susan was one of the smartest girls in our school, and still a virgin at 18. I guess she thought I was funny, which got me a date, which got me a kiss. We were made for each other and the sparks flew. One night we were both drunk and she let me fuck her.
The next morning she freaked out. She had always planned to save her virginity for the man she loved, for marriage. I told her that I loved her, and I guess she did not know what else to say, so she said, "I love you too John".
We dated for well over a year. I think she was looking for an excuse to break up with me, but I never gave her one.
Then it happened.
"John, I did not get my period. I took the test... I'm pregnant. What the fuck am I going to do now, she wailed in despair and started sobbing hysterically. We were 19 years old, sophmores in college. I was not 100% sure, but I was raised to do the right thing.
I held her in my arms and said "I love you very much, I want to take care of you and our Baby. Susan will you please marry me?"
She did not answer and kept right on crying. She looked miserable.
"How could this happen, I can't have a baby, I just can't." But she was. Susan and I are both Catholic. So no abortions, no divorce. She dragged her feet for about a month, but finally we told our parents we were pregnant and getting married. We had the ceremony right away, before Susan was showing.
I loved fucking my new wife. She was very conservative, but I did not care. For about three months I was very happy.
Then it happened again.
Susan had a miscarriage. I tried to be undestanding, and considerate. But honestly I felt we had just dodged a bullet and so did she. My sex life changed. Susan almost never allowed me to touch her. When she did she insisted that I wear a condom, even though she was on the pill.
"We need both John, condoms break sometimes, and the pill is only 98% effective. I'm not going through that again. I will graduate from college, and have a career."
Every six weeks or so she let me have vanilla missionary sex. Hop on, get the fuck off, don't muss my hair, missionary sex.
No oral, no anal, no doggie style I was not even allowed to lick her pussy or suck on those fat tits. Oh and she hated kissing me. That continued for almost 5 years. I loved her but... Puhleeeze.
I guess that is why when the opportunity to cheat came along, I did not pass it up. For six months I fucked the Asst Mgr where I worked. A cute little slut who enjoyed hardcore anal. She let me tie her up, blindfold her, talk to her like a whore--it was amazing. Beth especially enjoyed rape fantasies. Not this fagott roleplay stuff. She was hardcore serious about it. She scratched and clawed and fought back for real. You have not lived until you've grabbed a sexy litte slut and butt fucked her while she's kicking and screaming. She wantd me to make it as realistic as possible. Usually I wore a ski mask, and/or blindfolded her. I'd disguise my voice and be as brutal as I could without really hurting her, I'd push her to her limit.
Sometimes I'd tie her spread eagle and leave her there for 2 days with a vibrator shoved, snug up her cunt. I'd leave bread and water where she could reach it and wait until she pissed herself. Then I'd come in and fuck her in the piss puddle.
Sadly all good things come to an end.
"John I want to talk to you. A friend of mine saw you out with some brown haired little tramp. She said you were kissing her. Is it true, are you cheating on me?"
I was so stunned I could not think straight. I could not look my wife in the eye, and I took too long to answer.
My wife kicked me out of our bedrom and would barly talk to me. Sex was of course over. She would not listen to reason or apologies. She began telling our friends that I was a lousy lover with a small dick. I went a year without sex, I guess I felt guilty, and was hoping there was some way to save our marriage.
Susan had graduated with honors and was hired by a conservative law firm. Her starting salary was $72,000 a year. I was makng $28,000 managing a Dept store. I don't think she respected me very much, and it became clear she did not want or need me. I overheard her talkng on the phone one day.
"No I don't be believe in divorce... yes he did cheat on me... well I don't know, I guess you're right. Let me think about it." I was livid My wife was considering divorce, after she kept me waiting, walking on eggshells and apologizg for a YEAR! If she was going to divorce me she should have done so a year ago.
Then it happened once again.
I found the pictures and the plan came together. A friend asked to borrow my digital Camera. I noticed there were pictures in memory. I downloaded them and got the shock of my life. They were from our 2003 New Year's party. Susan and I had both gotten very drunk. I have very little recollection of what happened, I pretty much blacked out.
Susan must have also.
I vaugley remember saying she was pretty enough to be a fashion model. I had always wanted private photos of my beautiful wife, but she was too uptight and frigid for that. God bless 4 bottles of champagne and a six pack of beer!
I was looking on my digital camera and could not believe what I saw. Susan, my conservative, big titted wife was naked. Posing for the camera with a big old smile on her face. This was not playboy bullshit. It was graphic XXX Hustler. There were pics of her spread and pouting. Some were taken one handed while I tickled her cunt. She liked showing off her trimmed little pussy.
My favorite though was her on her hands and knees. Susan was airtight. She had one beer bottle in her pussy, one in her mouth and one in her ass.
Apparently when we ran out of memory, I had just shoved the camea in the drawer and blacked out.
This was an opportunity. I had hardcore, naked pictures of Susan. Sure most people would have just enjoyed them, gotten a good laugh. But I'm not most people. I wanted to use them.
1. Susan is a frigid bitch who has never satisfied me sexually.
2. She is conservative, religious and very private about sex.
3. Susan would lose her job if these photos got out, or at the very least hurt her precious career and be publically humiliated.
4. I still loved her, and lusted after her amazing, lucious body.
5. I like rape.
I realized these pictures gave me power--insurance. If she was divorcing me anyway... I might as well get one good long fuck from my wife before she goes.
It's really pretty easy to rape somebody if they happen to live with you. I slipped two sleeping pills in her wine at dinner. Then I went in the living room and watched "My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiancee."
In about a half hour Susan announced that she was going to bed. Now here is the best part. She almost always takes two sleeping pills before going to sleep. She would not be suspicious when she woke up groggy--she always did.
The double dose + alcohol should ensure that Susan would sleep through her... I don't really know what to call it. After all I am her husband. No prosecutor in the world would try this as rape. I waited for 20 minutes and then went in to fuck-rape-make love to my wife.
She looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Susan was wearing a pink flannel gown. You know the sexy kind that makes you just wanna rip the fucker off and stick your cock into her? Well that's what I was going to do, that's just what I was going to do to my hot little frigid wife. There was nothing she could do to stop me.
I set up the camcorder, and had the digital camera nearby for later. I would always remember tonight. Then I took my clothes off and crawled into bed with Susan. I turned on all the lights, I wanted to see her clearly. For the first fuck, I decided to pound Susan, to be as cruel as I could--just to get it out of the way. I did not even take her gown off, I just pulled it up. Then I slid her granny-sears specials off and spread her legs apart.
"If you had been a better wife I would have lubed you, but you deserve it dry bitch," I said as I began forcing my cock into her pussy. It felt wonderful. One thrust, two fuck, three slams and I was in. It felt so good... until Susan woke up and started screaming.
"What the Fuck are you doing, JOHN! Get off of me, you're raping me?! That's it, that's the last straw, you sick bastard." My mind was spinning, how could she be awake after taking 4 sleeping pills? Then I looked at the nightstand. She had drank less than half a glass of the wine. (I later discovered that the drugged wine she did drink made her sleepy enough that she decided she did not need her regular pills. So instead of taking 4 pills she only took 1 with half of the alcohol I intended.
I was stunned, I pulled out of my wife and got out of bed. I nealy tripped over the camcorder. Then I remembered the pictures--my insurance. There was a way I could salvage this, a way I could WIN. I raced out of the room with her screaming and cursing at me and got the manilla envelope that had her pictures.
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