[disclaimer: includes emotionally charged CNC/borderline NC fantasy between a married couple]

It’s 3:00 AM and here I am, lying next to you, trying to sleep after a fancy dinner and spending all day with you… dropping hints, complementing you, and treating you so nicely. But once again, you subtly brushed it off with a smile, and not so much as a half nod, giving me hope that you will relieve my neglect tonight. I just gave you a nice scalp massage and face rub until you fell asleep to the putter-patter sounds of the rainfall. What a perfect night, what a perfect marriage, right? If so, why am I still awake and why do I feel so much pent up frustration? I just .. want to fuck you ..

..

.. what if I just fucking do it against your will? I feel like I could justify it in my heart and mind. You’re right here, lying next to me. I could just cover your mouth, hold you down, and let the resentment take hold. I’d put my hand heavy against your cheek, turn your face away from me and push it hard down into the pillow, and whisper in your ear, “you think you can cheat on me all those years ago, and get away with it?” You’d have no idea I still let those thoughts slip into my mind.. but they do. Especially on nights like these, they do.

I could let that rage sit and simmer until I’m ready to just take it all out on you. I’d turn you so your ass is against my pelvis. I would keep my hand tightly covering your mouth so your protests are stifled while I start pressing my hard dick against you dry. “It hurts, doesn’t it? Maybe I can help you.” With my hand covering your mouth, I’d curl my middle and index fingers in and depress your tongue, viciously gagging you and making you produce saliva. I’d snake my other hand under your armpit, reach up and squeeze your throat until you can’t breathe. I’d growl, “oh poor thing too dry? Here, let’s get you nice and sloppy, fucking slut.”

With the saliva I gathered from your gagging throat, I’d reach down and slap your pussy, right over your mound, and spread your filthy spit all over yourself. I’d slap your clit over and over again and listen to you try to cry out against my hold over your throat. “Wet enough yet? Let’s check” I’d push against your abused cunt again, and force it in this time. As I enter you, I’d turn you again so that you’re face down and I can pound straight down into your unwilling hole. I’d put my hand square against your back, between your shoulder blades, so that your chest is held down against the mattress. I’d smother you as I hate fuck you like I’m trying to make you a part of the bed.

As I keep fucking you straight down, I’d grab a tight handful of your hair, close to the roots, and yank your head back and to the side so I could watch your expression. I would see your eyes search for me wildly, shocked by what your husband is doing to you, unable to hold back tears as you remember the shame you felt and buried for cheating on me all those years ago. Would you actually fear for yourself in this moment? Maybe you would.. you can tell the anger is real.

I would lie over you and put my ear close to your open mouth and hear the air get pushed out of your lungs with every forceful thrust. I’d listen to your moans turn to little whimpers and finally to gasps as I tighten my hold over your neck more and more. I want to fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget it.

“You are mine now, understand? Your holes are for me to take my frustration out on. You are my little piece of fuck meat of a wife. Never forget it.” I breathe degrading and nonsensical things into your ear as I pound into you, almost like a stream of consciousness, lost in the rage filled lust as my orgasm starts. When I feel that warmth suddenly stir in my balls and at the base of my shaft, I thrust against you as hard as I can, burying myself as to the hilt deep inside of you, hearing a muffled cry escape your throat. I’d finally let go of your neck, giving you a much needed breath of air, only to grab your jaw and squeeze your mouth open and cover it completely with mine, kissing you forcefully while pressing all my weight and strength down against your ass.

I’d start pumping my seed deep inside of you while I kiss you, shooting thick ropes against your cervix as I stay buried to the hilt.

After I finish and collapse on top of you, I’d fall asleep with my dick still inside of you, getting soft. Would you cry? Would you try to get out from under me and wash yourself? Or would you.. like what just happened.. finally able to understand the frustration I’ve been feeling? Finally able to close that distance that had grown between us? We could lie there, together, quietly panting, content. Perhaps you may find satisfaction to see me and serve me at my ugliest.

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed another one of my little fantasies. I write this from a place of real emotion and frustration, as I am in a bit of a DB marriage. I suppose write these fantasies to share as an outlet of some kind.

Thanks for reading and if any of this resonated with you, I’d be happy to hear from you.