Better than a stress ball (rough, emotional sex, m/f) | 2016

People seemed to enjoy my last story (found here), so I thought I'd write what I consider to be the follow-up to it. It happened about three weeks after those events, and it also happened to be the first time we had sex since that session.

A bit of history in case you didn't read the last story. My wife has a lot of health problems, and that generally means we don't get to have sex all that often. When we finally get to have it, it's usually pretty great because there's so much emotion behind it. Lust, anger, love, frustration... it all bubbles up and out.

I was working from home as I often do on Mondays and it was a pretty standard day. My wife was resting in bed, the kids were at school and I was typing away at my computer. We hadn't had sex in weeks and it was starting to eat at me, but I try super hard not to pressure my wife into it since I know it's hard for her. That was going to change with the next email that came in.

My boss had sent an email earlier that day noting a policy change on how we do things. I responded with a few points I figured we should address, but then in this latest email he pretty much threw me under the bus. He used my honesty in my correspondence to make me look like I was a slacker, when in reality I was just trying to be realistic about the situation. I was furious. He hadn't sent the email to just me, he sent it to our entire group plus one of the other teams.

I could barely contain myself. I frantically IM'd coworkers who I know felt the same way I did to make sure I wasn't over reacting, and they were as bewildered as I was to my boss's response. My anger grew.

My wife noticed the change in my mood, probably because I kept muttering "Fuck!" to myself. She asked what was up and I explained the situation. She was sympathetic and she backed me up on everything I was saying, but there wasn't much else she could do.

I was so angry that I got up and started pacing. I had a conference call in a half hour and it would be really bad for me to go into it that upset. Once my hackles get raised it is really hard for me to get myself under control again. I walked back into my bedroom and looked at my wife. I knew what I needed.

"Is there any way we could fuck?"

She looked up at me and without hesitation she said, "Sure. Just give me a sec." I was really impressed at how well she knew me. Her demeanor was almost business-like, like I had just asked her to copy some forms for me. What that all really meant though, was that she knew I needed help and she was very willing to give it to me no matter what condition she was in.

She typed a bit more on her laptop, closed it and went to the bathroom. She returned with a small bottle of lube, and no pants. I immediately started to undress as she walked over to me, pouring a small bit of the lube into her hand and she approached. My cock was hard with anger and lust, and she grabbed it with her lubed hand and started to jerk it, slowly and firmly.

She kissed me, then flicked my nipple knowing that it would drive me more crazy. I've never understood why my nipples are so damn sensitive. If I can't come, the best way to help drive me over the edge is for her or me to start flicking them, or her to start licking and sucking at them. But when I'm angry, or completely not in the mood it actually annoys me, so her flicking it right then and there was an odd choice.

"Slap me." She ordered.

I looked at her a little stunned. We've done a little bit of slapping in the past, but I had stopped because my hand kept hitting just the edge of her ear sometimes and she recently had surgery there. She liked pain, but that was too much.

"I don't know..." I started

"Slap me. Do it." She responded.

I lightly slapped her face, being very careful to stay away from her ear.

"Harder."

I hesitated slightly, so she took the advantage and slapped me. Not hard, but enough to get my attention. Without even thinking, I slapped her back a little harder than the previous time. Then again, much harder.

She exhaled and her mouth opened slightly as I struck her, and as she turned back towards me her open mouth turned into a wide open, and wicked, smile.

I pulled her away from me and forced her onto the bed on her knees. She silently complied, recognizing the fact that all she was going to be to me right now was a piece of fuck-meat. I pushed my cock into her and right away started slamming into her. With the kids gone she was able to make noise, something that almost never happens so it was a rare treat to hear her moan.

I went like this for a while, but to be honest it wasn't doing the trick. I was angry, I was fucking, she was moaning and enjoying it, but I felt like I was holding back. It wasn't enough.

I pulled my cock out and pressed it against her asshole and was immediately thwarted with a, "Mmm mmm." I stopped short and dejectedly said, "No?" She shook her head.

I put my cock back into her pussy, but now I was even angrier. I started to fuck her, hoping that maybe I could still get off, maybe vent off some of this anger but after being denied her asshole, I didn't think that was going to happen. And then, something snapped in my head.

"Where the fuck do you get off telling me no?" I heard myself say. "Who do you think you are? I wanted to fuck your ass, and you tell me no?"

I could feel her tense slightly, and then my anger just washed over me. I pounded her much harder than I even thought was possible. She squealed in surprise as I mercilessly fucked her from behind. I gripped her ass cheeks and dug my nails slightly into them and truly used her as a piece of meat on my cock, yanking her body to mine in time to my thrusts.

The noises she was making were nice, but it wasn't what I wanted, what I needed. I was feeling something I've only felt a few other times before, that sensation in the back of my mind that something dark was waking up.

"Cry." I said.

"What?"

"I said, cry, bitch."

I pushed my hands onto her lower back and used her to support myself as I hammered into her. She began to cry out, then I could hear actual crying from her. I wrapped her long hair into my fist and yanked her head back while I railed into her, hearing her wince and cry at the added pain.

I could feel a smile more wicked than the one she flashed me earlier spread across my face.

"That's right. Cry while I use you."

I was delirious with the sensations in my head, the anger, the twisted darkness, the sounds of her crying ringing in my ears, the knowledge that she had surrendered to me. My cock grew even harder and even as my loving wife sobbed beneath me, I filled her pussy up with my cum. I yelled out, I gripped her tightly, I rode her until every last bit of cum was drained out of me... and along with it went my anger. Well, most of it anyways.

I leaned down while I was still inside her and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her and left a trail of kisses as I pulled out of her. I stood there in an odd haze, not entirely certain of my surroundings. I eventually came out of the fog and started to gather my clothes when she left the bathroom and came over to me.

"Better?" she asked.

"Definitely. I’m not 100%, but I do feel less angry."

"Good."

I started to feel a bit of guilt, so I asked if she was really ok with what had happened. Her response was... interesting. She was fine, she enjoyed it, but her crying was real. I didn't know what to say, but she explained that I was fucking her so hard that I was aggravating a particularly painful cyst she had on her ovary. Rather than grit teeth and bear it, she just let out the tears. And apparently, the reason she said no to the anal was because she was still recovering from the last time we did it in the previous story. Three weeks and she was still recovering...

Sex is fucking complicated, especially between two people who intimately trust and know each other. We both had gotten off in our heads more than through our bodies, and it was an experience I won't soon forget.

"I wish I could've seen the smile on my face while I was fucking you and you were crying. It felt... evil." She brightly looked up at me and flashed me that wicked smile of hers again. "Me too."