Continuing from where we stopped yesterday,
"When did this happen?" He asked me and I told him it's been two days. He was angry over the phone and asked why I didn't inform him immediately. Why waited till now to tell him. ''Come over to the house and explain everything to me and let's see how we can solve this.
I suspected nothing when I went to his house. As I thought, he was truly worried about what happened to his brother. He hugged me tightly, so I thought it was just a way of consoling me. I heard him turning the key to lock the door and I still thought it is all about security consciousness, as we do lock our doors too.
"So what can I offer you?" He asked me. I said I wanted nothing. His next words struck me as odd. "You need to relax Sandra, I will take care of this little problem, just feel free and let's get to know each other"
I was sitting beside him on a couch and as he talked, he moved closer to me with a grin on his face. I was further surprised when he tried to kiss me. I moved back and asked him what he thinks he's doing; with fear and regret in my voice.
"Come on Sandra, quit playing games. I know you want me as much as I want you, so stop playing the innocent girl with me" My heart raced with fear as he grabbed and pulled me towards him. It never crossed my mind that he could think towards the line he was thinking, but it was too late for me. I struggled but he was too strong as he pinned my arms behind me and captured my lips with his; kissing me and plucking my lips into his and sucking them.
"Please uncle don't do this" I manage to say after pulling my lips off his, but he was way past listening as he laughed out harshly and said he liked the way I'm fighting him, as it is more appealing. I wanted to tell him that I was serious but he pushed me on my back and caught my lips again. His one hand was holding my two hands behind me, while the other came forward to unbutton my shirts and free my breasts from the bra. He laughed callously as he mauled my boobs with his hand; rubbing and grinding my tits with his fingers.
Even though I hated everything he was doing, I could feel my body was beginning to get turned on by his actions. I screamed out loud hoping that someone would hear me. But he laughed and said the house was sound proof and that I should save my energy. I was not ready to give in just like that so I fought on and I managed to free a hand which I used to scratch his face.
"You bitch" he swore and gave me a slap that nearly knocked me out. I was dazed by the slap and could not even lift a hand to fight him as he pulled my skirt off me. It was when I felt his hands on my soft spot that I realized that my pants was off too. I tried stopping him again but he pulled my hands behind me and laughed harshly, saying "stop fighting it, I know you want it" I whimpered in pain as his fingers entered my soft spot; rubbing my clit and laughing as my pussy started getting wet. I wanted so much to stop the way my body was responding positively to his touches, but as his fingers went in and out of my soft pussy, it kept getting wetter. He also continued sucking my nipples and to my disappointment, they grew hard and aroused. He held me in place and removed his clothes.
He forced my legs apart and climbed over me; positioning his hard cock deeply into my pussy with a violent thrust; sending his whole cock into my soaking pussy and filling me up. "Pleasssssss" I moaned instead of begging him to stop, my legs even spread wider to accommodate his cock that was piercing in and out of my honey pot. I was enjoying every moment of it. He finally came and I orgasmed too
It was after my body had cooled down that I bursted into tears. He was surprised and asked me why I was crying. I dressed up and ran out of the house in tears. I was surprised to see my husband the next day evening. He told me that his brother had gone to bail him and that we needed to go and thank him. I told him that I was not feeling fine and that I could not follow him.
The very next day, his brother came around to pay us a visit and I was loathing every thanks my husband was giving him. He on his own part kept a pious look and said that they were family and that it was his duty. I am angry with myself because of the betrayal of my body. He actually believed I wanted him too. This made him to wink at me everytime my husband was not looking and it pained me more that I could not just open my mouth and talk. The guilt is killing me and I feel like having a revenge on his brother, but I know that if the secret gets to come out, it may just spell the end of my marriage to a very wonderful man. Should I continue to keep mute or expose him or take a revenge?
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