We got married when we were 19 years old. Both beautiful and young, we naturally spent all our free time in bed for love pleasures. But our sex could not be called particularly diverse, I already understand it. But then it seemed to me that there could be no better. In the fourth year of family life, like many married couples, we started having disagreements, but they did not concern sex. It seemed to me that in the intimate sense my husband is the best, most gentle and understanding in the world. But our relations deteriorated every day, the reason for this was some kind of incomprehensible aggression from her husband. He could come home from work and relieve his irritations by hitting our three-year-old son, or by pushing me. True, after that, almost immediately threw himself on his knees in front of me and asked for forgiveness. In the end, my patience was over, and I said I wanted to get a divorce.
We went to different rooms, because there were circumstances in which we could not divorce at that moment, and continued to run the household together.
And then came the day. It was his birthday. I, as a good hostess, prepared everything to receive guests. By the way, it was decided to celebrate all this in nature. there we had a pretty good drink, plus the July sun, and you know that it was good for everyone. But buying in the river all kind of gathered thoughts. When we returned home, my already practically non-husband began to reproach me that I overdid it. I must say that this has never happened to me before. But I was drunk shamelessly, but it was just noticeable that I drank, that's all. I told him to slow down because the son is in the next room. But her husband was not a joke. He began to reprimand me that I had no right to drink, that I was rubbish, and that I was the worst ... Generally, he mixed up with these insults for some reason and began to say that they all envy him that he has such a wife , beautiful, good housewife, etc. I could not understand what he wanted to say to me at all. And then another wave of anger rolled over him. He came close to me, so his breath burned my face, leaned over me (and it should be noted that he was 30 cm higher than me), and I became very scared. I have already received from him more than once, but now some horror has engulfed me. I looked into his eyes and could not understand what would happen now.
He closed the door to the room, turned around and hit me in the face with all his might, beat skillfully, never left bruises, where did you learn it ?! I could not even cry, I was afraid. that the son will hear, and entering will be frightened. Tears poured from his eyes. And her husband grabbed my arms, and folded me from behind, grabbed with one hand. Hit me on the back, and I could not resist. I fell on the bed, my hands remained in his hand, so they were much higher, which caused me to bend over and experience terrible pain, it seemed to me that they would now jump out of the joints. He took off my panties and began to fuck with all my might. He just fucked, and he did not care, it hurts me or not. And I just bit my lips, because I couldn’t do anything, and I was afraid. that son will go down. He had a big dick, and in good times, it often hurt me, but when he did it in love, he tried not to enter completely, but now ... now with every move he just stringed me. But it all ended pretty quickly.
And I already thought that my suffering was over. But it was not there. He turned me on my back, kneeling to the bed and began to shove his penis in his mouth. I did not resist very much, again because of my son ... A member very quickly regained his standing position. I tried to get up, hoping to jump out of the room. to lock himself in the bathroom until he rose from his knee, but my husband hit me hard in the stomach. I lost my breath, I sat down. and he straightened me and hit me again in the stomach. After that he threw himself on the bed and lifted his legs.He knew that this was the most painful posture for me, and began to fuck. This time it lasted longer. Tears flowed from me, and I just moaned in pain. He firmly pressed my hands to the bed, but through the blanket so that there were no bruises left. Then he turned me as he wanted, and sideways, and again his back, and again on his back, and everything was at such an angle that I was as painful as possible ... while saying that after that I would not want a man for a long time, I still think about divorcing him ... It took about an hour. When it was over, the sheet was covered in blood ... I had no blood after the first time, but here ... I looked at the sheet and cried.
Most of all I was shocked by the humiliation that I experienced, but I lived with this person for five years ... But, thank God, the Son never heard, he enthusiastically watched cartoons. I went to the van, broke the sheet, and realized that I would never be able to trust anyone in this world.