It was at my father in law’s house. Everyone else was drinking and my husband kept whispering lewd things to me and grabbing my inappropriate areas when no one was paying attention. It was a pretty serious event, and I really wasn’t into it. I used the bathroom and when I opened the door, he was there. He pushed his way in and told me that everyone was out back. He locked the door and reached to lift up my skirt. I was going to tell him to fuck off, but didn’t want to draw any attention. He pulled down my panties and lifted me onto the counter. He smelled like beer and cigarettes. He pulled out his dick and shoved himself inside of me. He fucked me in a way he never had before. It was primal, it was raw, I didn’t even have time to consent. He had a handful of my hair in one hand, the other roughly grabbing one of my breasts. After a few minutes, he yanked my head back, grunted, and shoved himself as far inside me as he could. He pulled out of me and put his dick away. He slapped me on the thigh, said thanks, and left. I was stunned. After a moment, I was pulled back to reality by his cum dripping down my thigh. I pulled myself together, cleaned up, and slinked out of the bathroom. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, about how he had used me, about how he had been so callous and selfish. And about how much I loved it. I defiled the pillows at the place we were staying that weekend, and we tested the strength of the bed repeatedly. I have orgasmed hundreds of times to the thought of those few minutes.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/osh1os/mf_fucked_on_a_bathroom_counter_at_a_funeral