My husband's ex-business partner raped me because my husband stole money from the business and bankrupted him. They were partners in real estate for ten years and friends for longer. He and I had always been friendly. After the whole thing went under we were ok because of the money I make but he lost everything. His house, he wife, all of it.

One day when I came home to an empty house, he was waiting for me and asked to come in. I told him my husband wasn't at home and that it probably wasn't a great idea. Things were definitely strained but he'd been a close for a long time so I eventually invited him in.

Once inside I made coffee and we talked. He told me that the reason things fell apart was because my husband was a thief. He said that he had stolen enough money to send him prison for years and that we would lose our house to cover the costs of prosecution. My husband had blamed it on the economy.

He started making me uncomfortable, looking at me funny, talking angry, making weird comments like "You've got a great ass." I finally asked him to leave. He said "what's the matter. You're husband already fucked me. Don't you want to fuck me too??" I ordered him out of my house and to my shock he slapped me across the face so hard I fell on the floor. I was stunned then started kicking my feet when I realized he was trying to drag me upstairs by my hair.

He was a lot stronger and meaner that I ever realized. He got me to the top of the stairs where I grabbed the rail and held on. I felt pain like you wouldn't believe were he'd punched me in my kidneys. I collapsed in agony. While I was crying my former friend said "bitch, get your ass in the bedroom." I was done fighting. I crawled to our bedroom as fast as I could.

Once there he pulled me to my feet by my hair and slapped me again and again while holding me tight by my hair. I begged him to stop and said I'd do what ever he wanted. He told me to strip so I did. He said he wanted to tie me to the bed and I begged him not to. He made me promise to behave or he would. I was ready to do anything he wanted. Anything to avoid being tied up or being hurt anymore.

He made nasty comments about my body and insulted my husband. He didn't like my pubic hair and made me shave it all off while he watched. My hands were trembling and I was shaving slow. He raised his hand to slap me but after I yelled "please no" he grabbed the razor and finished shaving me totally bald down there then made me wash it up.

He made me get on my knees at the end of our bed and pulled out his dick to make me suck it. He told me what to do the whole way. To kiss the head, lick the shaft, massage and suck his balls. To slowly suckle the head while lightly licking the underside. I did that for him for at least half an hour while he held my head in a death grip. When he was close to an orgasm he held me even harder in place and started pumping in and out of my mouth faster and faster. I don't like cum in my mouth. I hate it but knew it was going to happen so I closed my eyes trying to pretend it wasn't happening. Then I heard him yell out "yes" and felt him jam his dick deep in my mouth as he started cumming. He yelled at me to swallow it all so I tried hard to do it but there was just so much. I managed to swallow most of it but some leaked out. He called me a bitch and raised his hand but didn't strike me after I started crying and said I was sorry. He said, "Yea, I've been saving up for you."

I was relieved he had cum because I thought it would be over but it wasn't. He ordered me onto the bed and pulled me to the edge and made me spread my legs then made comments about my "bald pussy" and started to play with it. Fingering me and exploring it. Then he got down and started eating me. When he started licking my clit, I closed my legs. He told me if I closed them again he would take one of ms husband's belts to my ass. The whole time he ate me after he said that I held my knees tight so my legs wouldn't close. I was afraid he'd really whip me.

I held on as he went back to licking my clit. I really didn't want him too. I'm sensitive there and didn't want him near it but he focused right on it licking soft and fast. I put my mind elsewhere ignoring it as long as I could hoping to outlast him. I was doing a good job and sensed he was slowing down then I felt the first tingle down deep and he knew it. He said "I'll make you cum, sluts always cum" then was back at it. I struggled to put it out of my mind but the tingles kept coming back, then the pleasure started. I tried to move my hips enough just to get his tongue on a differed spot but he followed my clit right along. When he exposed my clit pulling it up with his thumb and slipped two fingers in me I knew it was going to happen. I could feel it steadily building. After my first moan I begged him to stop. As the tingle became constant and powerful and centered on my pussy I begged him not to make me cum, please don't make me cum but he kept going and then it was too late. It was seconds away and I couldn't help myself. I started bucking my hips and grinding my clit onto his swirling tongue pushing myself over the edge and groaning like a slut through my orgasm. I asked him to please leave afterward as I lay there sobbing. He said no.

He pulled me further up the bed and mounted me. He said "I've thought about this moment a million times." as his cock pressed against the entrance to my pussy. I said "please don't" one more time which was answered by the feeling of his shaft slowly entering my pussy. Once he was in, he worked it around getting the feel of it before he started pumping slowly at first, saying he was going to enjoy it. He shifted a better angle and started fucking me. He told me to hang on because he was going to make it last.

He kept at it for a long time. Every time I thought he was going to cum he either slowed his pace or stopped altogether for a few seconds. I think he was trying to make me cum again but I'm can only cum once without needing a long break so I was safe there. After almost half an hour of this he grabbed my face and made me look at him. He held my face tight and told me to look at his eyes. He fucked me faster and harder as he held me and I looked at him like he wanted. "That's it c**t" he said as he was about to cum. Just as he said "yes" I tried to turn my head but he yanked it back hard and screamed "look at me" as he started cumming. I looked into his eyes with tears in mine as he filled me with his cum. He looked right into my eyes the hole time until he finally stopped grinding. He waited a bit to catch his breath before getting up.

He made me shower and cleaned out my pussy himself. He made me wash the sheets and the coffee cup from downstairs. I was nude the whole time. Every so often he'd slap my ass or jam a finger in me. When he was satisfied he made my tell him that I loved him and that he was great and when he asked if I wanted to fuck again, I had to answer "yes, anytime."

Before he left he told me that if I cried rape, he'd tell everyone we'd been having an affair and that I was lying about the rape because my husband was a thief and I was trying to black mail him into not pressing charges. He also said that he knew all along that I wanted to fuck him and that my orgasm proved it. That was a lie but he asked me how I would answer in front of a jury when I was asked if I had an orgasm during the "so-called rape??" "How would I answer when asked if I slammed my pussy onto his mouth as I came??" "How would I answer when asked to demonstrate how I moaned when I came??" I had no explanation for that and still feel ashamed about it. I haven't seen him since. He supposedly moved to California. I received an unsigned card about a year ago that simply said "I'm sorry" which I assume was from him but who knows.

I thought about it for a long time and decided to keep it to myself. I obtained counseling and learned to talk about it with other woman who've been through similar ordeals and found that the mere act of telling my story helps put the shame and blame I feel in its proper place. My marriage is on the rocks though and will most likely be over soon. I can't get past the resentment I feel towards my husband. He doesn't know what happened but I put a lot of the blame on him.