I was mean (M/F, anal, rough sex) | 2016

This is a long story and only really makes sense with some context. If you want to skip to the sex, [go here]. A lot of this seems pretty amazing even to me, and I was there. That’s why I wanted to write this down as soon as I could while the details and emotions are fresh in my mind.

It all started early last week. No I take it back, it actually started even earlier… years maybe. My wife has a ton of health problems. Too many. It has rocked my family emotionally and financially for a long time and somehow we’ve managed to get through it all. Recently though, it came to a decidedly unpleasant head when I checked our savings account and saw that somehow nearly $2500 was missing.

I, as calmly as I could muster, confronted my wife about it. To make a long intro story slightly less long, she confessed that most of that money went to “make things easier on herself”. I still don’t know exactly what that meant, but to say I was pissed is somewhat of an understatement. I had worked extra jobs to put money away into our savings, and that was the second time she spent thousands of dollars to alleviate her stress about her physical problems.

A nicer man probably would have just chocked it up to doing whatever he needed to do to make his sick wife happy. I, evidently, am not a nice man. I worked hard to try and build up the beginnings of a nest-egg for savings, and with little-to-nothing to show for it, it was all gone. The colors I saw before my eyes were a deep shade of red.

We fought quietly, as married couples with children often have to, and then I hastily left for work with her crying at the kitchen table. The last words she shakily and quietly uttered, “I’m sorry.”

Days passed. Work was excruciatingly bad, largely because I went into work that one day with so much anger. I made some stupid comments to my friends and coworkers fueled by all that anger I had at my wife. Not a good week. To make things worse, I couldn’t let it go. Grudges are my wheelhouse.

Finally the weekend came. I was looking forward to doing any of a number of projects to take my mind off of my anger and I immediately set off doing them as soon as I woke up. I put on my shitty work clothes and headed into the garage and spent a large chunk of the day refinishing beat up dressers I found on craigslist. I was a sweaty, sawdusty mess and I had found some measure of peace.

Then, my wife walked into the garage.

She always enjoyed watching me do manual labor of any kind, but in particular she liked it when I was building something. Probably because when she was young the men in her family were all hardcore blue-collar types, always building houses, furniture, etc. Me, I’m a programmer by trade so she doesn’t get much of that. But when I’m in this mode, she gets the best of both worlds… or at least that’s my theory.

More than once she moved into my space, smelling the sawdust, sweat and heat off of my body. I could see her eyes roll back into her head once or twice. Even when I was in the house resting for a minute, she found a reason to get close to me and try to work in a kiss. By now I had gotten slightly used to being physically close to her again, but the obvious sexual cues she was throwing off were totally unwanted.

Once, I purposefully took a step backwards from her and just shot her a disapproving look. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “I can’t help it. I’m horny.”

Another time, I said the word ‘Fuck’, and she chimed in “We could do that, you know.” I stared at her hard. “PIV,” I started (that’s penis in vagina in case you didn’t now), “is about as low as it could possibly be on my list right now.” She shrugged her shoulders again as she responded, “At this point you could piss on my face just as long as you got me off afterwards.”

And for the first time in a week my dick got hard.

Still, I wasn’t letting my dick make my decisions for me, so I went back to doing projects around the house. The day ended, the kids were shooed off to bed, and as I sat at my computer I could hear my wife close and lock the bedroom door. She made some idle conversation as I noticed her rummaging under the bed; where she keeps her slutty lingerie. I never took my eyes off the monitor, but I knew what she was planning.

“I can’t promise you anything,” I flatly said.

She tried to play innocent. “What do you mean?”

“I know what you’re planning and I’m telling you right now I can’t promise you anything.”

“I’m not expecting you to, but I’m going to try.”

And with that she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door.

I sat at my computer musing to myself how uninterested I was in sex. I hadn’t masturbated in a week, my feelings for her were still more on the side of hate than love, and physical intimacy felt repellent. I was in the middle of watching a stupid parody of the Watchmen someone posted here on reddit when I heard the bathroom door open.

I felt her standing behind me, but I chose to let her stand there and wait as I finished watching the video, lame as it was. Finally I turned around. There she stood, all 5’2” of her, wrapped in a black lace teddy. She had put on deep red lipstick and teased her hair, and after she noticed me eyeing her big tits she then turned around to show me her round ass and the thong that separated her ass cheeks.

I’m not sure exactly what the right word is to describe how I felt at that moment, but I think conflicted is probably a good one.

She turned back around and wickedly smiled at me. “I have to say, even I think I look good in this.” It was hard to disagree, but I still wasn’t caving. I can’t remember exactly what I said, but I know it was something to the effect of, ‘meh’.

That’s when she pulled out the dildos from behind her.

“This one,” she said, dangling the aneros prostate massager in her right hand, “is for you while you use this one,” she said holding a medium sized hard plastic dildo, “on my ass to loosen me up.”

Damnit. She knew me all too well. We hadn’t had anal sex in months because of her health problems and it is by far my favorite kink. “Yeah but, I doubt you’re up for that,” I countered. She smiled back at me and said, “Then I guess it’s just going to hurt.”

Double-dammit. My walls crumbled. “We’re going to need lube.”

I went into the bathroom to get the lube and she quickly followed behind. I reached up into the closet and got the small purple bottle down, and just as I turned around she was on me. Kissing me everywhere, her hands all over me. She wasn’t kidding about being horny. I pushed her back a little and told her to slow down. She looked at me like I was speaking another language, then smiled. “I promise I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”

She went back to attacking my mouth with her tongue, then she went down to my nipples and… bit. Not hard, but not soft either. Something in me really snapped, like her spending all that money wasn’t enough to push me over, but her biting my nipple was. I frequently have an inner monologue going on, and at that moment I said to myself, “This bitch is going to start working off that money.”

I shoved her away from me and sternly said, “You bit me, and I didn’t tell you that you could, bitch.” She seemed to think I was playing, so I decided to illustrate how the rest of the evening was going to play out. I grabbed her by her long brown hair and forced her to her knees and shoved my cock in her face.

She caught on and immediately started to suck on it very gently at first, flicking her tongue on the head. I then used her hair to guide her mouth further down my shaft and before long I lost any pretense of giving a shit and just started to fuck her face. I would force her head further and further down until she started to gag and sputter, then I’d laugh and tell her “Good girl.”

Once or twice she full on started to retch, pulling away from me and landing on all fours as she hacked, but I wouldn’t let go of her hair, so I’d just yank her back and shove my cock back down her throat.

She never complained, she just hungrily went back to getting her face used. I would pull out my spit covered cock and rub it all over her face, telling her what a fucking whore she was, then immediately shove it back down her throat to hear her sputter and gurgle. I have face-fucked her before, but nothing like this. No breathers, no “Oh are you ok?”, just her hair balled up in my fist and me piston fucking my cock between her lips, all the while hearing those sweet choking noises escaping her mouth. It was awesome, but I wanted to do more.

“You know, if you’re going to put that prostate massager up my ass, you should lube me up first.” I pulled my cock out of her mouth and felt her finger move to my ass, but I moved away from her and spun around. “Here you go. Get to work.” I pulled my ass cheeks apart and shoved my ass towards her face. She definitely seemed surprised, but after only the slightest hesitation did I feel her tongue start to lap at my asshole while she moaned happily. I wiggled my ass to force more of her tongue up into me and grunted as she in turn pushed her face towards me.

My brain was majorly getting off on how I was treating her. It hadn’t fully occurred to me just how much I was using her, how rough I was being, just that I really, really was enjoying it.

I pulled away slightly from her and had her insert the prostate massager into my ass with a generous amount of lube, warning her that she had better not hurt me putting it in. She slid it in with expert skill and sent shivers up and down my spine as it was sucked inside of me, it’s hard nub beginning to push against my prostate.

I turned around and put my cock into her mouth and started face-fucking her again. The sweet sound of her gurgling and choking was tweaking a dark nubbin of lust deep in my grey matter. I decided to push her further and did something I know she absolutely hates, I full on spit in her face while she was sucking me off. She didn’t stop, but she let out an unhappy grunt. My response to her displeasure was to push the back of her head against my crotch to force my cock deeper into her throat as she choked. Fuck it felt so good to abuse her like this.

We moved into the bedroom after I decided she had had enough of the throat fucking. I ordered her to climb up on the bed with her ass in the air and to hold still. She climbed up as she was told, arched her back and pulled her thong off to the side exposing her pussy and asshole to me.

“Hold still.” I ordered. I took the purple bottle of lube and placed it on top of her ass, then walked over to my desk and got my glass of water. She moved slightly and the lube fell off. I sighed and walked back over to her.

“I said, hold still.” I slapped her ass hard and put the bottle of lube back on her ass again, then took another sip of water. Again she moved and the bottle fell. “Are you stupid, bitch? I said to fucking hold still.” I slapped her ass even harder and she winced, but to her credit she finally held still as I placed the bottle on her ass. She didn’t move as I took several more sips of water, admiring the ass I was soon about to fuck.

“Better.” I said. I squirted a small amount of lube onto my hand and started to rub her clit and then inserted a finger inside of her pussy, finding her g-spot. She started saying ‘Ow!’ here and there and finally I stopped and asked her what she was pathetically complaining about.

“Your nails. They’re not that short.” she complained.

“I don’t fucking care. You’re not going to ruin this for me with your sad little whining, so shut up.” And so I went back to playing with her how I saw fit, but I made a mental note to not be too rough. Nails in the nethers ain’t a happy thing.

After I had my fill of playing with her pussy, I grabbed the dildo meant for her and lubed it up. “This is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?” I asked her. She turned around slightly and said, “What?” I was annoyed more than I should have been at the question.

“This. This is what you’ve been waiting for isn’t it?” I said as I brandished the dildo in front of her face. She meekly nodded.

Unfortunately for her as I was just about to place it in her, I realized the prostate massager was too lubed and it was starting to slide out of me. To which I had a horribly wonderful idea. “You put too much lube on this thing,” I started. “It’s falling out. I think you need to hold it for me.” And with a slightly wet plop I pulled it from my ass and put it right at her mouth. By now she was a willing and complicit whore in all of this, so she closed her mouth around the plug.

Now with my used plug in her mouth and her ass up in the air I was ready to get to serious work. I put a little more lube on the dildo and pressed it slightly against her tight asshole, being careful not to be too forceful. I may have had a major sadistic streak going on that night, but in truth I wouldn’t ever want to seriously injure her.

It took a slight amount of effort, but before long it started to slide in. I kept telling her to relax every time I felt resistance, and she eased into the painful pleasure. I started fingering her clit, then I remembered my nails so I got closer to her and started rubbing the head of my cock on her clit instead. As I did this, my abdomen was pushing against the back of the dildo and was driving it further into her phat (yes, I spelled it with a ph) ass.

Soon I moved my cock from her clit to the entrace to her pussy, and as I drove the dildo inside her, I pushed the head of my cock into her as well. Now I was DPing her with the dildo, but still being careful not to be too rough. She was making a mix of noises, pain, pleasure, surprise, wincing, wickedly laughing… she was very much enjoying everything. Finally after I realized I had nearly buried the entire dildo into her ass I decided that the plastic toy shouldn’t be the one having all the fun. I put a little extra lube around her ass and slowly withdrew it, then tossed it on the bed. I had her lay on her back and started to enter her asshole, but the position just wasn’t working. But she stood up and leaned on the bed and I very slowly pushed myself inside.

She’s always said I’m huge, as far as girth is concerned. I’m actually pretty average for length, so the long dildo must’ve felt dramatically different from the soup-can-thick cock being pushed into her butt. She winced, a lot. Like I said, it had been months since we’ve done anything with her ass. But soon I was balls deep inside of her, giving her a minute to adjust before I started to move.

But when I moved, I did so with purpose. It had been so long since I had felt her tight ass around my cock that I was savoring every thrust inside of her. She was so tight, so hot, and the noises she was making were priceless. It took only a minute before she told me to fuck her deeper and harder, but I quietly informed her that this was my kink and I would enjoy her ass however the fuck I wanted to. “Then do what you want,” she responded.

I was deeply enjoying myself, but again I wanted to push her. I pulled out very slowly then walked around the bed and put my cock in front of her face. “I want you check and make sure my cock is clean.” She looked up and took the cue, and immediately put my cock in her mouth and started to suck. Remember, Clerks 2 tells us that in the heat of the moment it’s ok to go ass to mouth.

“Good job. Get it nice and clean because that’s going in your pussy next.”

Ok let me say I know going from ass to mouth is bad, and going from ass to pussy is worse, but that night, she was my whore and I was going to use her how I wanted. Further, she could have said no at any time… that being said…

After a few more licks from her, I positioned myself behind her and put my cock into her pussy. I slid in pretty damn easily, she was soaked from being so turned on all this time. I grabbed her hips and started viciously pumping her, feeling my balls slap against her body. I could see her grip the covers for leverage as I used her curves to drive myself into her. Finally she cried out, “Fuck my pussy!”

I stopped. I slowly leaned down so my face was just an inch away from her ear and said, “I don’t fucking take requests.” I quickly pulled my cock out of her pussy and plunged it back into her ass.

Now I started pumping her ass just like I did her pussy a moment earlier. “You like that, don’t you? You like me fucking your asshole like it was your pussy.”

“Fu...ck…. yess…” she moaned.

Then, and I wasn’t sure at the time if it was real or not, she started to cry. I found that this didn’t deter me at all, as a matter of fact I knew if she really wanted me to stop she would make me. But instead I fucked her ass even harder and she would alternate between crying and moaning. It was like I was fucking all of her emotions out of her with every stroke. It was making me even harder knowing how far she was letting herself go. She desperately wanted me to hurt her, to please me, to use her.

After what felt like a blissful eternity of sodomy, I finally felt my balls tighten. I gripped her ass cheeks and dug my nails in as I blasted a weeks worth of angry cum into her butt, savoring every last stroke that her abused and tired ass could give me.

I staggered backwards away from her and wiped the sweat from my forehead. She slowly got up from the bed and turned and looked at me with a huge cheshire-cat grin followed by a, “I have to sit on the toilet now.”

After we both caught our breath and washed up we talked about how far we had gone. To my surprise, and hers, she discovered she really got off on my treating her badly. Me being mean. It felt incredibly good to let myself go the way I did, so I foresee many more ‘mean’ evenings ahead of us.