Post marital sex [MF]

We grew up religious, and married as virgins. I adored her. She adored being adored. Still, we were incompatible, sexually and otherwise. She wanted a man who was alpha in the streets and tender loving in the sheets. Both the breadwinner and the floor sweeper (she was too much of a feminist to do housekeeping). I was the exact opposite. A shy nerd with academic dreams who got his ideas about sex from too much, too rough, porn.

Immature, entitled me thought that married life would at the very least start with a year long orgy of an all-you-can-eat, everything-you-want sex buffet, but all we managed were appetizers. I kept pushing for doing the things I saw in porn – spanking, oral, anal; but she was revolted and humiliated by the notion. Our sex life diminished.

Anal, specifically, became a big issue. I was obsessed with it, and felt she was giving me mixed messages about it – cooperating with some play, then angrily declining entry. She also agreed to try it twice, but we couldn’t get it in. So I kept trying and it became fodder for subsequent fights and justification for our disappearing sex life.

We were also incompatible outside of the bedroom. She wasn’t in love with me, and she felt guilty about it, so she tried to push me to court her and worship her harder. Me succumbing to it only made me less masculine and less attractive in her eyes.

She finally asked for a divorce, and regretted it immediately after it was finalized. She passive aggressively got us back in contact and tried the same old pattern of guilting me into wooing her, hoping for a happy ending.

We spent a few months like this, dating again, no sex yet (in our religion, sex between a divorced couple is a big no no). After a couple of months like this, I decided that it’s futile. I had a long drive to work, and I used it to call her and discuss our relationship. She agreed with every point I made. She echoed my feelings perfectly. We mutually decided to call it off.

I finally arrived in my office, when she called me back. Sobbing. A boiler is leaking in our old apartment building where she’s now living on her own, and the neighbors are claiming that it’s hers. There’s damage and problems and tiny clueless poet her is at a loss with those big manly issues. I tell her to climb to the roof to see if it’s even hers that’s leaking. She reluctantly does, but is clueless as to what to do there. She absentmindedly nearly falls off the roof while talking to me. I tell her to get back down. She can’t. The opening is awkward and too scary and she can’t back down the ladder. She’s stuck there on the roof. It’s a hot day and it’s only morning. Nothing to drink and no shelter. There’s no one who can help her. “Please come and get me?”.

She’s 1 hour drive away. I know this can cost me. I know this is stupid and manipulative. I reluctantly and begrudgingly take the rest of the day off and drive over to her. I angrily climb up the roof and find her there. She’s really happy to see me. I do a quick check on the roof, the leak is not hers. I help her down the ladder. She’s wearing those corduroy pants I always hated, but they accentuate her butt, and she looks appealing today. Today, things are different. Today, she’s the one needing me. Today, she’s the damsel in distress and I’m prince charming. Combined with the anger from before, I feel my blood boiling, and something stirs.

We’re down the ladder. I take one look at her, take her house keys from her, grab her hand and start leading her towards her apartment. “What are you doing?”. I don’t answer. I open the door and I lead her to our old bedroom. She’s dragging behind like a confused child. I pick her up and throw her on the bed. I join her and we start making out passionately.

Pretty soon, she’s only in her panties. She’s on top of me, sucking on my face and grinding her groin on the rock hard bulge in my pants. I spank her. She moans. I spank her harder. She starts grinding faster and harder, in wider motions. Lifting her ass up in the air, then pressing her clit hard the bulge of my cock and rubbing her clit on my cock. I hold her face to disconnect the kissing and look into her eyes. We are panting and our hearts are pounding, I can hardly hear myself think. I reach out back to massage her pussy and feel her panties soaking wet. Her eyes are wide and are gazes are locked. She’s completely in my grasp, waiting on my next decision.

I throw her from me to my side, on her belly. “What are you doing?” she asks again. I grab her panties and pull them hard, to reveal her smooth round ass. “I’m fucking you in the ass”, I answer.

She doesn’t say anything. She just spreads her legs wider and lifts her ass.

I quickly undress and reach out to her makeup table and grab a lotion bottle. The smell of patchouli and melon fills the air. I gently spread her butt cheeks and rub some of the lotion on the slopes of her cheeks, going down into her crack and onto her hole. I massage it. She pushes back into the massage, grinding on my fingers.

I slap her ass and get some more lotion, and I rub it on my throbbing cock. My heartbeat is drumming in my ears, I feel like time is standing still, and the air turns into a reddish hue. This is my time of conquest. I slide the tip of my cock up and down along the crack of her ass. My treasure awaits me.

She’s pronebone. Lying, spread, clutching at the sheets. Her face is halfway turned towards me. Her eyes are closed and she’s moaning softly. The tip of my cock is on her opening, in the middle of her slippery crack. I lean in and put my weight into it, embracing her from behind, wrapping her. We move in rhythm. I’m grinding into her. My cock is over aroused and dripping with pre-cum. Slowly but surely, I feel her hole yielding into me. It’s slippery but tight. I can imagine the struggle within her. Will she finally give up? Will her walls finally be breached? Will her horniness and the submissiveness she’s really craving for defeat her prudish principles and her pride? Is this the moment that I finally become the male, the taker, the penetrator, that overpowered her and allowed her to blissfully succumb?

With every push she succumbs a little more. Her ass is swaying back and forth, like the pendulum in her mind, between fear and surrender. Her asshole is still somewhat contracted, reflecting her doubts. The tip of my cock is inside, but her rectum holds on to it. I don’t falter. I coordinate my moves with her. My embrace is warm, but firm. My whispers are dirty and sure, My movements are flowing but decisive. I slide down her crevice, slowly but surely. Finally, that last barrier opens up, and she’s mine. My cock slides all the way down her, taking her, widening her, occupying her secret chambers. She’s mine, and she feels it. Her inner walls accommodate me, embracing my cock. I easily slide in and out of her, pounding her ass. She involuntarily breathes out, moaning loudly, in an almost surprised tone. I turn her face a little more towards me and lean in for a kiss.

I’d like to say there was happy ending, but there wasn’t. All that pushing and arousal made me cum really quickly, inside her ass. We stayed together after that for too long, on and off, but never repeated the anal sex. We’ve finally split up and I’ve found sexual bliss with other, more willing partners. I’ve remarried. She’s still waiting for prince charming.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6zdlb6/post_marital_sex_mf