Full Of Him

I’ve been common law with Steve now for 3 years. We call ourselves married. It’s all good but his father Bill, is an ultra alpha male. Big, masculine, man, he’s 6’6” 280 lbs and you don’t dare fuck with him. No one does. Steve, who is much smaller, is intimidated by him as most are if you get on his bad side. Our home was going thru renovations and his parents let us stay with them for 6 weeks while work was being done. I guess after a few weeks I was getting pretty comfortable, maybe too comfortable, walking into the kitchen in the mornings in a flannel nightie. I wouldn’t say it’s sexy by any means but that’s all in the eye of the beholder. Steve was off to work the first time it happened. I walked into the kitchen as did Bill to fetch a cup of Java. We said our good mornings and with a cup in one hand and the pot in the other, Bill came up from behind and he lifted up my nightie exposing my naked ass. I just froze. Nice is what he said. Then he said turn around which I did. With that he lifted my nightie up and off me. I just stood there nude with this giant of a man looking at me. He then handed me back my nightie. I was stunned, didn’t dare tell Steve or his mom. What kept working on my mind was how I did nothing. That I let happen what happened. Even more confusing was how I was now thinking about him and being dominated and I’m not the type to be dominated. Several mornings passed by with no incident. One Sunday Bill was in the garage working on one of his Harley’s. It was a hot day and I was wearing shorts and a shirt. Bill had not made any kind of pass towards me since that morning. If that was a pass. I don’t know why but I went into the house and removed my panties and bra, slipped into the tightest spandex leggings, pink, and a tight pink t-shirt. I came back down and walked into the garage and chatted. He really isn’t one for chatting. He hardly seemed interested in my presence at all. I did note a bottle of tequila sitting on the bench. I asked if I could have a sip. He handed me the bottle with me asking if he had a glass. “Drink from the bottle” is all he said, so I took a swig. After some talk, he picked up a remote and closed the garage door. He said, take your top off. I was like, what? He said nothing, just stared at me and I felt totally intimidated and then did what he demanded. “Your bottoms” was said. And I did that too. He put his dirty oily hands all over my body, his fingers exploring my pussy. It felt great and I can’t explain the excitement that came over me. He bent me over one of his bikes, my elbows resting on the seat, and spreading my ass cheeks he put his cock in my pussy and pounded me until he came. He had no regard for me being pleasured at all. He came pulled out zipped up and continued with what he had been doing. I never felt more used, more uncomfortable, rediculious, and yet somehow loving it. Very confusing. I got dressed and walked out of there feeling a fool, angry but not. I know it doesn’t make sense. I never felt so confused. I avoided him at all cost. We had about a week to go before our home would be finished. Anytime he and I were in a room alone or with others, I could not look him in the eyes. His wife left for a Costco shop and Steve went to play tennis. Bill wasn’t around so I had the house and yard to myself. I was sunbathing in a string bikini in the backyard. About an hour in I could hear Bill’s diesel pulling into the drive. I quickly picked up everything and ran back into the house heading for our room. Bill stood there in the hallway. I said hello and kept moving to my room shutting the door behind me, which he reopened very quickly with he standing there. I held that blanket tight, which he removed from my hands with no fight on my part. He just looked at me in my string bikini told me to lay down on my bed, took his clothing off and then told me to play with my pussy. I removed my bottoms and did as he said. He then came over me and sank his substantial self into me. I felt so tiny with him on top of me. So totally out of control. As this hulk of a man was fucking me, I was kissing his neck, biting his chest begging him not to stop which he didn’t. He kept fucking me until I came and two minutes later he did as well. Once he came he got up picked up his clothing and walked into his room. No kissing, no foreplay but at least he brought me to orgasm. I just laid there with his cum drooling out of me. That was a month ago. Nothing has happened since and probably won’t. I feel worthless. And maybe I should. We are of course back in our home, Steve and his mom none the wiser. I hope it stays that way. I still can’t get him off of my mind.