MY Wife's Dark Secrets

A slap lands on my left ass cheek, making me yelp with my teary eyes blinking for the umpteenth time. I focus on my wedding ring tightly snaking my finger, with a shimmer. My fingers gather a fistful of the white beddings. He pulls my hair, making me forget everything else, and i feel as he lowers himself and traces the earlobes with his tongue before the slight bite he lands on it. Every second, pleasure and confusion are overpowering me. He trades every gyration I make with three words. "f**k. You. Lina" I realize this man isn't even the one anyone would wish me for a husband or boyfriend. No. I had really angered him. And this, yes, this domineer snippet of a man, five foot three, handsome and ripped and full of ego, is about to give me the roughest hate f**k of my life. I whimper as his hand, the one not gripping my hair, reaches down my belly and his fingers trace the silky line of my c******s. I squirm, gnashing my teeth, then find my skirm. "No! f**k you, you devil's son!" The temerity out of nowhere doesn't put an end to whatever he's endeavoured to. Just like gasoline, it makes his fire erupt and the eruption swamp the bed. My head is thrust into the pillows. Jettisoned. His hands firmly grip my hips. Despite my struggling, there's no way of getting out. He enters. All of him. All at once. He is brobdingnagian. I shriek. Too loud that I quickly warn myself. What if my husband hears? No. He has no idea. I picture him now. He's sitting lonely in our house on the sofa, reading his favourite newspaper, The Nairobian, waiting for me. My first orgasm shatters the thought. I open my eyes and look at the diamond ring, shaking and trembling in the wild onslaught but holding steady, a beacon of safe harbor as the rest of me gets abused. Another orgasm! I have a moment to smile with no one seeing it. How I found myself here, how this marriage ushered me to this perilous but sweetly exquisite moment is a saga every woman should savvy. This is my story but who knows, ladies, it could be yours.