I left the kitchen and sauntered towards the staircase. It was raining heavily outside. I had just completed my chores and was headed for the bedroom to take a shower.

I felt the urge to get into the room and sleep off before Barry returned from work.

On getting to the door, I pushed the door wide open, and the dark, foreboding room startled me, followed by the clapping sound of two surfaces coming from the dark room.

I paused, my brow furrowed deeply, expressing my confusion.

Who was in the bedroom? I thought inwardly. As I made my way to the lights, a soft moan caught my attention, and I saw a feminine figure bouncing on the bed.

"Fuck!" I heard a male moan. The voice sounded so familiar.

At that moment, I realized that he must be at it again. I quickly turned on the light with my heart beating fiercely against my ribcage.

Just as I thought, Barry was lying on the bed, gasping for breath with his eyes closed, as a black lady sat on his huge cock, riding life out of him.

I stood there, my eyes fixated on the lady. I almost commended her expertise. Seeing her hips like a merry-go-round on his dick, I just knew Barry was lost in wonderland that he didn't even notice me standing there.

He had returned while I was in the kitchen wallowing in regret and self-pity.

I felt stuck on my feet, staring at the ugly scene in silence, and I didn't know when tears gathered in my eyes.

Seeing a man I call a husband getting fucked in our matrimonial bed was never something I expected in marriage. To make matters worse, there was nothing I could do.

I managed to drag my feet to the bathroom like I didn't see what was happening in the room.

I tried not to act concerned because the pain on my left cheek still hurts even though it had been two weeks since Barry gave me a resounding slap for confronting him before his slut.

I shut the bathroom door behind me and rested my back on the door.

Tears fell on my face as I felt a surge of electric current in between my legs. I was horny, but I couldn't ask for sex from my husband.

I married a heartless man who had no loyalty or respect for a woman. I was just a vessel made to satisfy his sexual urge only at his convenient time.

I felt my legs trembling, and I gently fell on my butt, letting hot tears run down my cheek.

His words came replaying in my ears. "You have no right to tell me what to do, Clarissa. I own you. I paid for you, you're my property, and your sole purpose of existence is to please me."

I felt my chest beating with pain and agony as I cried like a baby. Immediately, a loud banging on the door startled me and I rose to my feet.

I quickly wiped my eyes with my towel before Barry saw me in tears.

"Clarissa? Get out here now!" I heard his voice call out. The anger in his voice was like the raging sound of lightning.

My legs began to tremble as I hoped that I was not going to receive a beating for walking in on his slut.

I quietly opened the door and found him standing naked by the door, his cock was hard and dangling in the air.

I folded my palms, fidgeting with my fingers as I buried my gaze on the ground.

He didn't utter a word, he held my neck and pulled me out of the bathroom. He pinned me to the wall, my cheek pressed against the smooth hard surface of the wall.

I felt his deep breath around my neckline, and his fingers underneath my legs. A soft moan escaped my lips and I felt his solid cock pressed against my butt.

No matter how hard I tried not to get aroused, I couldn't help it.

He lifted my gown and shoved his hard cock inside me. I felt a sharp pain. I let out a soft moan even though I never wanted to.

He began to thrust in and out with pace, his face buried in my neck. He bit my neck seductively, and I gagged in agitation.

Every thrust he made drove me one inch closer to insanity. His cock was so huge and I found myself gasping to catch my breath.

He pulled me from the wall and slammed me to the bed roughly. I didn't get a chance to position myself before he shoved his cock into me from behind.

"You sexy bitch! I told you, you're only living to please me," he growled and tickled my earlobe with his tongue.

He folded my legs together and wrapped me in between his legs. I lay still like a submissive wife, not like I had a choice. Even at that, I was enjoying the sex.

Suddenly, I felt his cock farther from my pussy. At first, I didn't react, but when I felt his fingers trailing down my ass, I grabbed the bed and lifted my butt, but he pressed me down.

"Don't struggle!" He growled in my ears, and I flinched. I tried to spread my legs open to hinder him from accessing my ass, but he was relentless.

"No... no! Please stop!" I cried, and he kissed my neck. I felt a knot in my stomach, my whole belly in flames like I was about to burst open.

"Barry, please! Stop! I can't," I cried out in horror as I felt dry tears in my eyes, but my plea fell on deaf ears.

"You're my whore!" He whispered aggressively in my ear, and I screamed out loud. Luckily, I freed my left hand from his grip and fought him off.

I rolled on my belly, laying my back on the bed. My gaze faced him as he sat above me trying to turn me around.

I saw the anger in his eyes like a bloody rage. I screamed for help even though I knew no one could hear my voice.

At this point, Barry was frustrated. I could see it in his eyes.

He leaned on me and kissed my neck but I didn't feel a thing. All my desires for sex and lust were gone. The sight of Barry only sent fear down my spine.

He claimed my lips aggressively, and I felt disgusted by his kiss.

I fought him but he was too strong for me. I could feel his strength overwhelming me, and I didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, my teeth struck his tongue, and like a predator, I bit down very hard, causing Barry to scream in pain. He lost balance and got off me, and I jolted to my feet.

As fast as I could, I tried to run, but he grabbed my hand with his left hand.

He pulled me back, but I was quick enough to kick him in his balls. I watched him drop to the ground, groaning in pain, and I picked up my pace as fast as my feet could carry me.

Panting heavily, I ran across the garden and out of the short gate by the field. There were trees all over the place and a runway probably leading to the city.

I didn't stop running. My heart pounded like a drum against my ribcage, each beat echoing my mounting fear.

Suddenly, I heard long footsteps behind me. I felt a shiver down my spine, and I began to scream, with tears running down my cheek as I ran.

My fear was like a suffocating cloak, pressing down on me with relentless weight. I cried out for help, but he had caught up with me.

He held my neck and put me down to the ground.

"Bitch!" He cursed and a slap flew over my face. I got a blurred vision for a second as I gasped for breath, choking on his grip.

I struggled to break free. I could feel the darkness closing in on me as everything around me went blurry.

Tears dripped down my cheek as I looked into his eyes.

"P...please, forgive me," my voice trembled before I gave in to the darkness.