Hello everyone. I´m an amateur writer with a perverted mind and I wanted to share the first chapter one of my stories. It is one that touches dark themes like free use, misogyny, non-con sex, mental torture, so you are warned. If you like it let me know so I will keep posting. Just excuse my english as I’m not a native english speaker, but I do my best. Enjoy.
**The Good wife**
*Chapter1*
Today was a long day, as they all are. I always wake up before him. By the time he wakes up I already must be bathed, dressed and groomed. It’s summer, so I wear one of the dresses he loves, sandals, and a beautiful and comfortable lace necklace that serves as a reminder of a confusing past. A time when my eyes were closed and I couldn’t see things clearly, I wasn’t able to see how much he loved me and how lucky I was to have him by my side.
I immediately go down to the kitchen and start making breakfast. Scrambled eggs and avocado toast, something light and healthy.
-Good morning, Love. – he told me when he entered the kitchen.
-Good morning, Honey. – As he sits at the marble bar, I place her plate and a cup of coffee in front of him.
-Excuse me, babe. I must take it to go. Marcos made a mess, and I must fix it at the office. – He kissed me on the lips while he grabbed my waist.
-Don’t worry, hurry up and I’ll put you in breakfast to go.
I was a little disappointed that he won’t be staying for breakfast with me. Is it true about Marcos? Could it be that he doesn’t want to be with me? Could it be that I did something wrong? Those questions overwhelm me, but I didn’t see him upset, maybe he just has too much work.
After breakfast I went to pick up some clothes from the dry cleaner, I went to buy some ingredients that I needed for the dinner that I will make today to celebrate our anniversary. He does not give much importance to these things, but I like not to let dates like this go unnoticed.
Back at home I prepare to do my homework for the day, doing laundry, putting it in its place, and some general housekeeping. Near his arrival time I start to prepare dinner when I got a message from him on my cell phone: “I want you ready.”
I sigh because I know it’s coming, surely Marcos’s disaster was true and it should have gotten worse. And it had to be on our anniversary.
An hour after the message he arrived, I hear the car in the driveway and look in panic at the clock on the kitchen wall. -Shit! – I lost track of time, I put down the knife, turn off the stove and wash my hands while trying to hear how close he is to entering the house to calculate how much time I have left.
I run to the front door and see his shadow under the door. I notice I still have my cooking apron on, and I hurriedly take it off and throw it behind the sofa. I kneel a few feet from the door with my knees tightly together, I sit on my calves with my ass touching my kneels, placing my hands on my thighs, and open my mouth wide when the door opens.
Like a bull going out into the ring, it charged me. He had already unbuttoned his pants when he entered and was already taking out his member. When he opened the door not a second passed when I already had his cock in my throat.
He takes me with both hands behind the neck and rams me repeatedly. His cock is big, that was a problem at the beginning, but I cannot say that is not a complication anymore. I feel how my throat wraps his member while it makes its way. I must lean forward and he a too towards me to align my throat with his penis.
The wet sounds his cock makes against my throat accompany mine choking and gag reflexes. Tears begin to flow from the reflexes of vomiting and choking, dragging my mascara and eyeliner with them.
Like a good wife, I don’t move until he gives me permission, despite the pain and my urge to throw up. I know I won’t throw up anyway, we’ve long since passed that bridge, but I’ve never been able to eliminate my gag reflections.
I close my eyes and frown as he starts to go deeper and deeper until my nose crashes against his body and his balls hit my chin. The entire lower part of my face is covered in saliva, strings of it dangling between my chin and his balls every time he rams into me.
He takes his cock out of my mouth and I take the opportunity to catch my breath. He slaps me and immediately leaves a red mark -Open your fucking eyes, bitch! I want you to look at me while I fuck your throat. – He tells me furiously and I just nod.
He rammed me again holding my head, using it as a sex toy, as if it were a fleshlight. I look into his eyes while every time I blink tears run down my cheeks. My makeup is already ruined. My blue eyes see the anger on his face, see how he looks at me with contempt, disgust and lust.
Saliva trickles down my neck to the lace collar, which absorbs most of it and doesn’t allow it to go any lower. The moans and groans he makes let me know that he is at the peak of pleasure, that makes me happy, knowing that I make him happy.
He makes a long growling sound and I feel the pulse of his cock inside me. Spurts of cum are shot straight down my throat and I struggle to swallow them as fast as they are expelled. Long ago, when I was still learning to be a good woman, I almost drown on his semen.
He finally pulls out his pulsing member, still dripping cum. I quickly grab his cock and start licking it to clean it, from base to the tip, just like he taught me. I suck on the tip to make sure it’s expelled its entire load and swallow. He was not too rough with me today. I quickly get up and wipe away my tears as I run to the bathroom for a piece of paper and return kneeling again to wipe my saliva off his manhood. I clean the penis his balls, the fact that is shaved makes the job easier.
Once finished, I slip his now flaccid cock into his pants and fasten it, giving him a tender kiss on his member over his pants. I stand up and he takes me by the waist and with a hand behind my neck he gives me a sweet kiss. -Hello my Love.
My face is a mess, my mascara is all over on my cheeks, my lipstick is on his penis, my hair is a mess, and my eyes are swollen from crying. However, he looks at me with love and makes me feel like the luckiest and most beautiful woman in the world.
-Hello. – I say smiling and resting my forehead on his. -I prepared something for us.
I lead him by the hand into the dining room and he sees the table set with flowers and candles on the table. -But what…? – he says surprised.
-Happy anniversary my love! – I jump with happiness and hug him. Smell his lotion gives me peace and I stay a few extra seconds pressing my face on his chest. Enjoying the moment before spending a nice evening.
-Wow, my love, you shouldn’t have bothered.
-It’s no bother, silly. I just wanted to do something special to commemorate the day our life together began.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w5s2st/the_good_wife_pt1_f25m35_free_use_misogyny_dark