Is It Rape If I Cum?

Seven years had passed, since I left my husband in prison and remarried. I moved away from the drugs and abuse and married an affluent, workaholic, who traveled the majority of the week. I hadn’t given much thought to my previous failed marriage, since the day he told me he didn’t love me anymore. I never felt so much love for a man. He crumbled bits of my heart, pieces at a time, like forking at the flaky crust of an apple pie. He hardly ever crossed my mind anymore, so when I heard the doorbell ring, I didn’t think to check the peephole.

I adjust the lock and open the door. There, before me, stood my ex-husband. He was clean-shaven and smartly dressed. He held a manila envelope in his hand. My lungs filled with air and my stomach felt caught in my throat. As I gasped in fear, I slammed the door shut, before he could barricade it open with his foot.

Through the door, I hear him plead.

“Kate, I’m not here to hurt you, nor stir up any drama for you and your new husband. I am here to make amends and apologize for mistreating you all the years of our marriage. Please open the door.”

Silence permeated from the opposite side.

“I brought you something. I thought you would like to see this. It’s what got me through those remaining years in prison, after you left me. I know I said some horrible things for which I know you can never forgive me, but I am here to get closure, Kate, so that we can both move on. Please, give me a chance to move on, like you did. Please open the door.”

I slide the opening to the peephole upwards and take a look. He looks just as I remember him, except for the muscles he acquired from countless hours of lifting weights; a staple activity for inmates. I always did like the way he buzzed his hair. Maybe he had changed. Maybe he really just wants to make amends and get closure.

“Listen, Kate. I don’t have to come into your house. Just come outside please. Sit and talk with me? It’s been a very long time since we spoke and I have a lot to apologize for. I am not trying to win you back. I just want to be on good terms with everyone in my life now.”

“Okay. I’ll come outside. But just for a minute…I…well…my husband will be home soon…”

I was never a good liar. He always knew when I was lying to him. I open the door and step outside.

“Thank you, Kate.” He doesn’t hug me, but rather hands me the envelope. “I thought you would like to know that I made it through prison alive because of you. You represent the items in this envelope.”

I take the envelope and slide my finger under the sealed opening.

“No, stop.” He grabs my hand. “I want you to open it once I’ve left.”

Fifteen minutes turned into thirty, which turned into forty-five, then an hour. We laughed about all the crazy fights we had and all the inside jokes we made in our 4 years of marriage. I was beginning to think that he wasn’t such a bad guy after all and I was happy that he was able to maintain a health communication with me, after I violently left him alone in a prison cell. He then became very serious.

“I want you to know that I am always here for you. Anytime you need anything, please do not hesitate to call me. We once shared a bond under the eyes of God and I made promises to you that I intend to keep. I have to go now, but I wish you and your husband well. Thank you for talking with me. Take care, Kate.”

He stood up and started his way down the walkway steps. He stopped and turned around.

“Hey. Do you mind if I use your bathroom real quick before I go?”

“Of course. Come inside. It’s to the right of the foyer.”

He walked into the house and headed towards the bathroom. I place the envelope on the living room table. I hear the bathroom door shut, and then quickly reopen.

“Kate, I think you’re out of toilet paper.”

“Oh really?” I headed towards the bathroom door and took a peek inside. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the bathroom. I shrieked in terror. He pulled a knife to my neck.

“If you scream again, I will cut your throat.”

Trembling in his arms, we set forth towards the closest room to the bathroom; the living room.

“Slowly…slowly…that’s it. No one’s going to get hurt.”

He threw me on the couch and pulled out a short rope. He tossed at me.

“Tie your hands up. Then, stand up and put your legs through your arms.” I did as he said, in silence, so that my hands were now tied behind my back.

He put the knife back into his holster; still in close enough reach, if he needed to use it. He pulled my dress up to see my panties. Black tears run down my face.

“You always did like to wear too much makeup. You look so pretty right now, with your whorish mascara tears. Are you crying because you’re happy that daddy’s home? I’ve thought about this moment for the past 3 fucking years, Kate. ”

He pulls my purple panties down my thighs and he slides them off my feet. He spreads my legs.

“Open up wide, pretty girl.” He bundles my panties up in his hand.

“Open up and say “ahhh”, baby girl.” He puts the panties into my mouth and grabs a small tape dispenser from his pocket. He pulls the masking tape from the dispenser and slaps it over my panty stuffed mouth. He pulls the top of my dress down, exposing my big tits.

“I remember these girls. Mmm.” He pushes them together and fondles my nipples.

I begin to sob and try to wrestle my way out of his grip.

“Where you think you’re going?” He holds me still and pulls out his big cock. My eyes open wide and I try to scream for help. “Your husbands going to be home soon? Why do you lie to me, Kate? When are you ever going to learn that I know your every move before you make it. I know everything about you. I know more then you know about yourself.”

He spreads my pussy lips and pummels from vagina with his cock. He is forcing it and having difficulty because of how dry my pussy is. He makes his way in and starts to pound away. My muffled screams and sobs are all you can hear beside the clapping of his balls against my spread ass.

“I know what to do to make my little bitch get wet.” As he continues to fuck my tight pussy, he reaches around to my asshole.

“Lift your ass.” I do not move. “Lift YOUR fucking ass, NOW!” I slowly move my hips upwards. He grabs and ass cheek and moves his way to my asshole. He begins to rub the outside of it and finger it just with the tip of him thumb. My body starts radiating heat and my juices begin to flow.

“No, please, stop.” My muffled begging makes him laugh.

“Ahh, there we go. You’re pussy is getting nice and wet for daddy.” He continues to fuck me hard and play with my little butthole. I squirm and try to wiggle away, but he pushes his finger in harder, every time I struggle. The splashing of my cunt juice is so loud it’s deafening, as his cock slides in and out with ease.

“Relax, Kate. Enjoy this. You love it. Don’t fight it.” He whispers sinisterly in my ear.

I close my eyes and my body gives in. He rips off the masking tape and pull my panties out of my mouth.

“Tell me that you are sorry for leaving me.”

“I’m…I’m…so sorry”

“Repeat it. Say it again! Apologize to me your fucking whore.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”. He starts fucking me faster. My body is gyrating to the touch of his finger in my most vulnerable and virginal spot.

“Tell me you love me. Say it!”

“I can’t….I…I…”

“Fucking SAY IT.”

“I’m sorry…I love you….I’m sorry.”

“Tell me you love when I fuck you and no one fucks you like me. Tell me you’ll never leave this dick again. Are you my little nymphomaniac? Beg for my cum.”

He grips me by the neck hard and whispers in my ear, “Kate Singletary, I love you. I love you, sweetheart.”

I can’t take it anymore. I start cumming all over his dick. I can’t control myself. He is still able to control my body and my mind. I can’t believe he just made me cum, while raping me! And I just cheated on my husband!

My pussy grips and squeezes, contracting and orgasming, suffocating his big, fat dick. The warmth and moisture is too sensational. He looks up at the ceiling and lets out one loud groan, as he cums inside me. He slips me the tongue and then stands up. He takes my crumpled up pair of panties and slickly hides them into his pocket.

I lie on the couch, sprawled out for all to see, still trying to catch my breath and staring at him in utter shock. He kisses me on the forehead.

“Thanks for the closure.”

On his way out, he picks up the envelope from the table and tossed it onto my chest. Once I hear the front door shut, I stand up and slide my legs through my arms so that they are tied up in front of me now. I open the envelope and turn it upside down. Nothing was in it.

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