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The night had started as planned. Early dinner and a late show. Their conversation had become stilted and awkward around dessert and was barely happening at all by the shows end. The Uber ride home was silent. Neither made a move to touch the other or make small talk. She wondered why she bothered to get dressed up for him when he seemed to barely notice or acknowledge. He wondered where he’d gone wrong during the evening. Dinner at her favourite restaurant. A show she said she’d wanted to see. She looked beautiful, but after all these years he couldn’t find the right words to tell her. Everything had become too familiar and predictable. Both of them wondered what the future held.
They arrived home in silence. Both prepared themselves for bed. It wasn’t until he was in their ensuite, that he heard her crying in their bedroom. He found her sitting on their bed, dressed in her barely-there nightie, sobbing.
He stood in front of her and put his hand under her chin, lifting her face to look at him. Her face a beautiful mess of half-removed makeup and tears. “I didn’t think the show was that bad..?” he smirked, trying to make light of the situation in his own uncomfortable way.
Something inside her snapped. Her face changed. She went from sad and lost, to angry and frustrated. She stood. “How… how dare you!” she screamed and slapped him hard across the face.
His shock lasted only a second, before his body reacted in unexpected ways. He felt a surge of desire and passion for his wife. The anger in her eyes, that glistened with her tears. Her flushed skin, as she stood in her almost sheer nightdress. The way her breasts rose and fell as she panted in complete rage. Her mouth hanging slightly open, looked inviting. He had no idea what had happened but he’d never wanted her more. His cock swelled at the thought of having her. And he had to have her. Now.
He grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers with a passionate violence he’d never dared use on her before. Her arms automatically wrapped around him as she moaned into his mouth with a lust he’d not heard from her in years.
Their movements became frenzied. Desperate. Need spilled between them. Their sleepwear was discarded before he pushed her back onto the bed and pounced on her, grabbing her wrists and forcing her hands above her head. He roughly sucked her hardened nipples, as he pushed her knees apart with his. He pressed his throbbing cock to her wet cunt, as she moaned a writhed beneath him.
“Fuck me…” she moaned. “What did you say?” he snarled back, relentlessly sucking her breasts and neck. He wanted to hear her say it again. He wanted her. He wanted to hear that she wanted him too.
“Fuck me…” she repeated breathlessly. “Tell me again… tell me what you want…” he growled, lifting himself to look into her eyes. Her eyes widened, she’d never been able to talk like that with him… but tonight… tonight a door had been opened. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Right fucking now,” she said firmly, not breaking his gaze. “I want you to fuck my wet cunt with your hard fucking cock until…” her words were cut off by his mouth and the thrust of his cock into her dripping cunt.
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