Violent rape

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After resting for a while, we made love again, and it felt just as good. I loved having Melvin's thick penis inside me. Although he couldn't bring me to orgasm again this time, he still tried his best to give me some pleasure, even continuing to thrust after he ejaculated, hoping to use his last bit of strength to bring me to orgasm. Finally, his penis went completely limp inside me and slipped out of my vagina uncontrollably, making him a little embarrassed and apologizing profusely. I quickly comforted him, saying that he had actually done very well, and that I just couldn't bring myself to orgasm any further. I told him that as long as he had his penis inside me, I already felt very happy and satisfied!
Poor Melvin! He was frustrated that he couldn't bring me to orgasm again, and despite my comforting words, he still wanted to fuck me to orgasm again. So, after resting for a while, he whispered in my ear, "I'll try again. I'll make sure you get the pleasure that all women get!"
With that, he entered me again and began to violently rape me.
At first, I felt very comfortable, but after a while, I felt a burning pain in my vagina. It was probably because we had sex too many times that night, and my vagina couldn't take it anymore. Melvin quickly noticed my discomfort and reluctantly withdrew. Actually, I really wanted him to ejaculate again, to see how many times he could ejaculate. I had heard before that men could ejaculate multiple times, but Gary and I only ejaculated twice a night at most. I was going to help Melvin ejaculate with my hand, but then I suddenly felt the urge to urinate, so I got up and went to the bathroom.
When I came out of the bathroom, Melvin was already dressed. Seeing me lying exhausted on the bed, he also went to the bathroom. After coming out, he leaned over me and kissed me passionately, saying, "You can just lie in bed. Don't see me off; I have to go."
I nodded. I really felt very tired and didn't want to move at all; I just wanted to sleep quickly.
Just as Melvin stepped from the bedroom into the living room, I heard the door open and my husband's voice. Gary had never come home this early before; it was only 11:30. I heard them chat for a bit, their tone seemingly relaxed, but I couldn't make out what they were saying, only their laughter.
The sheets were covered in our lovemaking fluids and semen. I wanted to get up and change to a clean sheet so my husband wouldn't feel too embarrassed when he went to sleep, but I was too tired to get up. So, when Gary entered the bedroom, I pretended to be asleep. Actually, Gary knew I wasn't asleep. He gently kissed my forehead and asked if my night had gone well. I could only softly reply, "It was alright, he didn't hurt me."
I had thought Gary would be eager to have sex with me, but he wasn't. When I came out of the bathroom, I had already put on my underwear and bra. Gary simply slipped his hand inside my underwear and gently stroked my labia a few times before letting me sleep peacefully.
I was so exhausted the night before that I didn't hear my alarm clock the next morning; Gary woke me up. After getting up, I wanted to take a nice hot shower, but remembering I had to prepare breakfast for Gary and the kids, I quickly went to the kitchen. After the kids left, Gary and I sat at the table. I thought he would ask me about the details of my sex with Melvin the night before, but he didn't. He only asked why I hadn't used a diaphragm. I explained that my period had just ended three days ago, and it was my safe period, so there was no need to use one. But he looked at me sternly and said, "If you ever have sex with Melvin or any other Black man again, you'd better use a diaphragm. I don't want you to have a Black child."
Previously, I had always followed my doctor's instructions and used a diaphragm from the 10th to the 19th day after my period. Seeing that Gary was a little unhappy, I thought I should be more careful in the future.
After Gary left for work, I didn't even bother to shower. Instead, I took out my diary, which I'd hidden away, and meticulously recorded my lovemaking with Melvin. After we got married, my husband once read some entries in my diary that I didn't want him to see, and I hadn't kept a diary for many years.
Just as I finished showering, the phone rang. I answered, and it was Melvin calling. He asked if I'd seen his watch, and I said no. He explained that he'd taken it off and placed it on my dressing table before we showered together last night, and forgot to wear it when he left. I told him to wait a moment, hung up, and ran back to the bedroom. Sure enough, his watch was on the dressing table. So I told him I'd bring it to him when my husband went to work the next day. But Melvin said he'd come to my house to get it, and he'd be there in about an hour. I was overjoyed, because I really wanted to see him.
To welcome him, I quickly put on makeup, took off my bra and panties, and waited for him in just my pajamas, secretly hoping to have some more intimacy with him. It didn't necessarily have to be sex, but I hoped to at least hold him close for a while.
However, what happened after Melvin arrived was completely unexpected and made me very angry. The first thing Melvin said to me shocked me and completely ruined my good mood. After entering the room, Melvin hugged me and excitedly exclaimed, "Oh my God, Dee, you know what? Last night I spent $50 to have sex with you, and it was 100 times more comfortable and exciting than the time I spent $100 to have sex with someone else!"
I was completely stunned by his words, standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what he was talking about. After a long silence, I asked, "What are you talking about?"
Melvin looked at me, equally confused, and asked, "You mean you have no idea how much I paid to have sex with you?"
It suddenly dawned on me that my husband must have made Melvin pay me for sex; he was using me as a money-making tool, treating me like a prostitute. Melvin, seeing that I genuinely didn't know about this deal between him and Gary, explained that he had repeatedly mentioned to my husband his desire to have sex with me, and Gary had also told him that I also wanted to have sex with a Black man and said he would definitely arrange it. Later, Gary told him that I agreed to have sex with him, but he had to pay $100. Then, Gary took Melvin's money and arranged our first date. Last week, Gary told Melvin that he would arrange for Melvin to have sex with me again, but this time he persuaded me to only charge $50.
"Your performance in bed far exceeds every penny I've paid you, and I'm willing to pay you anytime,"
Melvin said excitedly.
I finally understood. No wonder Melvin was so passionate and energetic during sex with me; he was trying to recoup every penny he spent! I was utterly enraged by my husband's sordid sexual relationship with his boss. Melvin sensed my anger and resentment, and he stormed out of the house with his watch in hand. I ran back to the bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, and burst into tears.
That afternoon, Melvin had a large bouquet of flowers delivered to me along with a card apologizing for everything he and Gary had done behind my back. Shortly afterward, he called again to apologize. I told him on the phone that I wasn't actually angry with him, but with my husband for what he had done to me.
I also asked for his forgiveness for my rudeness. I don't know who brought it up first, but we both decided to continue our sexual relationship and have sex whenever we had the chance.
“You can come and fuck me anytime, I won’t charge you a penny. My husband doesn’t need to arrange this, and there’s no need for him to know. He treats me like a prostitute to make money for him, and I want to make him feel bad too,”
I told Melvin on the phone, hoping we could meet at my place next Wednesday when my husband goes out to play poker with his friends. But Melvin told me that it was his turn to host the poker party next Wednesday, so we arranged to meet the Wednesday after next.
That night, Gary asked me many questions in bed about having sex with Melvin the previous night. I tried to tell myself not to lie, but I still hid many truths. He asked if I still believed his penis was bigger than Melvin's, and I replied that they were actually about the same length, just Melvin's was a little thicker. I also admitted that I really enjoyed having sex with Melvin. Later, he asked if I wanted to continue having sex with Melvin, and I didn't give him a clear answer. As we talked, we both got excited and had sex once, which felt pretty good. Afterwards, I told Gary I didn't want to talk about having sex with Melvin anymore, and we went to sleep separately.
After our first time having sex, I told Gary that Melvin's penis remained erect for a long time after ejaculation, and I liked that about him. After hearing this, Gary bought Viagra online and took one pill before sex that night. The drug worked, and Gary was able to keep his penis erect after ejaculation. However, despite his continued thrusting inside me after ejaculation, he couldn't bring me to orgasm again, which made me feel a little guilty.
Time flew by, and soon it was time for my appointment with Melvin. In the morning, he called to confirm the time again. I asked him to come after 8 p.m. because Gary had already gone out to play cards with his friends, and the children were getting ready for bed. However, upon hearing that Melvin was coming, my two sons insisted on playing with him for a while, so he played with them for about an hour.
After the children fell asleep, Melvin took out a gift he had carefully chosen for me: two very expensive silk panties. I usually don't wear such panties, but I immediately put one on for him to admire. Melvin was very excited to see me wearing the panties he had personally chosen, especially when he took a shower with me and personally took the panties off me; his excited penis swelled up like an iron rod.
That night, I abandoned all my reserve and shyness and boldly kissed Melvin's hard, erect penis under the showerhead. He loved it when I kissed his penis and loved it when I took his cock in my mouth, but I didn't. After showering, we dried each other off, and Melvin picked me up, his large penis thrusting into me from below. I hadn't expected my vagina to be so wet; he entered me without much effort. Then, he held me with both hands, his penis inside me, and carried me to the bed.
I was so glad we were dating this week instead of last week, so I didn't have to use a diaphragm. Before, every time I used a diaphragm, my body would have a very unpleasant odor the next day, and I didn't know why, but I guessed it was because the spermicide in the diaphragm mixed with my vaginal fluids and caused a chemical reaction. Melvin's penis was very strong and powerful; he brought me to orgasm for the first time before he even ejaculated. Then, I felt his gushing semen spray into my vagina, bringing me to orgasm again. Then, his still-erect penis continued to thrust in and out of my vagina, quickly giving me a third orgasm. Oh, it felt so amazing! It felt so good to be a woman!
That night, Melvin gave me another "first" experience: he entered me for the third time, thrusting persistently inside my vagina, and ejaculating into me for the third time. I felt incredibly satisfied; I finally experienced what it felt like for a man to ejaculate three times in one night.
Melvin had planned to leave at 11 pm, but we were so engrossed that by the time he hurriedly dressed and left, it was already 11:30 pm. After he left, I lay exhausted on the bed, yet my mind was incredibly excited, filled with joy and satisfaction. Melvin's fluids soaked my body, staining most of the sheets. I knew I had to change the sheets and clean the house and myself before my husband returned.
Reflecting on what had just happened, I felt incredibly happy. Not needing a diaphragm allowed me to feel the impact of Melvin's semen inside me more acutely, letting his vigorous sperm directly reach my uterus, giving me a greater and more intense stimulation. I secretly calculated the amount of semen he ejaculated into my uterus, hoping to see with my own eyes how much he poured into my body.
During Melvin's three ejaculations, I felt each one was so powerful, so passionate, and the amount of semen was plentiful. I thought that when a woman and her partner enjoy sexual pleasure, hugging, kissing, and caressing bring her greater and longer-lasting pleasure and orgasms. I had that feeling; after each ejaculation, Melvin would always hold me in his arms, kissing and caressing me gently, making me feel incredibly happy.
Moreover, Melvin was always so polite, constantly thanking me during sex for the immense pleasure I gave him. In fact, women need sweet words from men just as much as they need his hard, large penis.
By the time Gary got home, I had changed the sheets and showered; in fact, I was almost asleep. Gary returned home around 2 a.m. He gently kissed me and touched my buttocks. Fortunately, my legs were tightly closed, and he didn't touch my vulva.
The next morning, Gary was unusually quiet. Had he discovered what his unfaithful wife had done the night before? He usually loved to recount the fun he'd had playing cards with his friends the previous night, but that morning, I only made small talk with him, and he remained silent the entire time. Even when he kissed me goodbye on the way to work, he seemed listless.
Not long after Gary left, Melvin called, thanking me for letting him sleep with me again and for the many pleasurable experiences I'd given him. "Darling, you know what? Last night, you completely drained my balls!"
he exclaimed, gushing. "I've never ejaculated so much in one night before! Your little cunt is so alluring!"
Actually, I wasn't used to men talking to me like that, but hearing Melvin's lewd words, I felt incredibly pleased. I really liked him saying that; I knew I had become a very lewd woman.
What followed was a natural progression. Melvin asked me out again, and I was really looking forward to seeing him again. Since Gary was hosting a poker party at our house on Wednesday, Melvin and I agreed to meet the following Wednesday. Oh, I was so excited! Just thinking about going on a date with Melvin made me incredibly nervous; I couldn't wait.
That afternoon, the florist delivered a beautiful potted plant—Melvin had bought it for me. He had written many words of thanks on the accompanying card, thanking me for agreeing to go on another date. After reading it, I tore the card to shreds and threw it away, placing the plant in the living room, intending for it to stay with me forever.

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