She Likes It Rough
My first wife had a ten out of ten body. Her face was a six but her body made up for that. We married at twenty and lasted for five, years. She was never a sexual animal. A real shame because her body drove me wild. I wanted sex all the time. She on the other hand was happy to have it once a week. I use to drink back in the day, often coming home late and looking to be serviced. She said my personality changed when I drank, which it did. I got into bar fights and scraps all the time. It brought out my aggressive bad side. It was bad. And when you’re six six and two sixty and a power lifter, it’s a potent combo. She is all of five foot if that, and one ten. Alcohol turned up the volume on whatever was bothering me. The biggest bother was my wife’s poor sex drive. When we had sex I was very attentive being sure to bring her to orgasm. She loved sex but she didn’t have a need for sex like I did. I remember the first time we had it while I was intoxicated. I had been out with the boys, drinking, got home and wanted it. It was late, 2AM she refused, which is understandable but even more so because she was on her period. We always sleep in the nude, so in this case, she was donning panties. I flew into an alcohol rage. She was terrified and tried to run. I threw her to the bed, tore off her panties, she fought like Hell, punching, kicking, scratching, pulling my hair, I didn’t care. I forcibly parted her thighs and jammed my cock into her sopping wet c**t. Her period was heavy, making a Hell of a mess even made more so by the repeated gushing orgasms. Her c**t gushed out fluid like it was a tap. I being drunk and fucking with a numb cock, I just kept pumping her from one squirting orgasm into the next. I pulled out to fuck her mouth with she saying, “Take my ass!” What?? That was a first! I had never and neither had she but she asked and I gave. She said that there was KY in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that!” With the blood coming from her period there was enough lube. I pushed my chubby hard penetrating her hole. She winced and cried but within seconds she was loving it. I blew one fuck of a wad into her. One would think that she would be very upset, in a rage but no. She loved it. She held me tight afterwords and her affection for me the days after was tenfold. We unfortunately went back to our boring sex for the next few weeks as my frustration built. And once again we had what almost seemed if others were to witness, a r**e, with her loving it!
I tried to fuck her aggressively when sober but she didn’t buy it. She knew I was faking it and only got off when she knew I was out of control drunk. Once I quit drinking she and our relationship dried up, eventually ending in divorce. This is how crazy it was. She married again, had a child with I still single. She found out through friends that I fell off the wagon. I came home one night very intoxicated. I was no sooner than in the door when there was a knock. I opened the door to her standing there, wearing a miniskirt, high heels, very low cut top looking fucking hot. I had not seen her in two years! “We need to talk!” she said. I replied, “At one in the fucking morning?!”
I grabbed her arm, with her pulling hard to get away. I threw her into my house with her landing on the floor. She laid there, her legs apart with her now shaved snatch fully exposed. I said, “ Who you kidding? You’re here to get fucked!” She pulled out pepper spray from her purse which I knocked out of her hand and in seconds I had her fighting like a wildcat as I fucked her wet, squirting her orgasmic juices on my hardwood floor. I picked her up and dr**ed her over my kitchen table face down, she screamed for me to take her ass, adding, “The lube is in my purse!” I said, “Fuck the lube!” And with that I spat on her anus and sunk my cock deep, driving it home. She screaming and loving it. Don’t know where her husband was but she stayed the night holding on to me and telling me how much she missed this. Missed us. That was then. I went back on the wagon and stayed and haven’t seen or heard of or from her since. That was twenty years ago. I’m married with two kids and very happy. But I do enjoy the memories.
