Julia Forster

Although the make-up did a good job of concealing the bruises, they still hurt when I touched them; nevertheless, it is just a normal part of the process. I had no choice but to put up with this because this was a very important day for us. We held out hope that he would be able to make it home in time for supper.

On the table was a steak that had been freshly prepared and grilled to his preferred level of doneness, which was medium rare. Champagne was sitting on an ice bucket, ready to be sipped when it was finally ready. I played several lulling tunes, as well as some timeless piano works by renowned musicians of the past.

But Benjamin was still not there when I checked the time; it was already past his normal bedtime. My mind started to fill up with images of him being involved with another woman, and I did my best to push those images to the back of my consciousness. I needed to preserve my composure and my sanity in order to get through this. If this means that I have to pretend I know what I'm doing, then I have no problem with that.

I have suffered, and all I wanted was to be loved; perhaps Benjamin will finally understand this when the company stops bothering him the way they always have, and then perhaps he will be able to finally kick back, relax, and acknowledge that he has always had a wife waiting for him at home. I have endured. I only wanted to be loved.

I gave the mirror another glance and saw the same reflection staring back at me; she was a beautiful woman, as if she just had not been through a whirlwind of emotions and pain recently. Even for just this day, it would be okay for me to feel even a semblance of love from him. I glanced back at the mirror again and saw the reflection staring back at me; she was a beautiful woman.

As I heard his car pull into the driveway, I tried to prepare myself for the impending hit by telling myself, "Just this day, give me just this day, and I will be okay."

I heard the door of the automobile slam shut, and when the lights went out, I shut my eyes as the front door of the mansion opened. I didn't waste any time in greeting him, even though he appeared to have had a difficult day.

I addressed him in a soothing tone, "I'm delighted you came home, sweetie," but all he did was gaze at me in confusion.

Benjamin Forster

My mind raced as Preston pulled into the driveway; the business transaction with the politician had finally dawned on me, and it exploded in my mind like a bomb. This was a high-risk transaction, and it had the ability to either make a lot of money for all of us or put all of us in danger.

Dealing with politicians was one of the aspects of it that I detested the most since they are all so self serving. However, if it is managed well, one's own greed may be turned into useful instruments and possibilities for financial gain. But this one, to the extent where even someone as dubious and as strong as Stella Sanders is unable to pronounce this person's name, must suggest that he is quite far up in the ladder. This irritated me since nobody should have any authority over me in any manner or form when it comes to activities and procedures that call for my participation.

As the gates opened, which were automated by cameras that scanned the license plates on my vehicle, I suddenly remembered that I also have to deal with this woman; it irritated me to no end, I was not able to enjoy a night out with the gorgeous blonde from the pub, I have to be hassled by Stella Sanders' sudden appearance, and now I have to deal with my stay-at-home wife who always seems to be on my ass for some reason. I was unable to enjoy a night out

I mumbled to myself, "Goddamnit," as I clenched my fists in an effort to fend off the waves of disorientation and booze that were consuming my own identity.

"Is there something wrong, your honor?" Preston inquired in a low voice as he kept his eyes on the driveway the entire time we were gently parking in front of my mansion.

I snap at him, "It's none of your concern, just park," and he immediately complies with my demand. I bolted away from the vehicle the second it stopped moving, slammed the door, and opened the front door. She was there, and when she thanked me for returning home, her face was adorned with a grin that could only be described as dumb and timid.

The question is: Shouldn't I be? This place can't even be called a house! She was wearing a very small little dress that appeared to suit her quite beautifully, but I was not up for any of that now. My thoughts began to ring as I struggled to restrain myself from instantly striking out at her.

She had on some sort of makeup and had combed through her hair for some reason.

"Are you going out?" I questioned her while attempting to control my slurring, and she appeared perplexed when I posed the topic to her.

She gave a slight shake of her head, and I slowly backed away from her, attempting to get away from her at this point, when the kitchen was already prepared, and I could hear Moonlight Sonata playing in the background.

Have you have something to eat? Julia questioned me, chasing after me like a crazy fan.

I paid her no attention and proceeded to make my way toward the bedroom, intent on getting a good night's sleep after the long day I had just finished.

I only gave the table in the dining room a quick glance, but in that little time I was able to see that it had steak and that a bucket of champagne was being chilled nearby.

That made me a little bit irritated, so I turned to talk to her, and she had suddenly frozen in her tracks, as if she was attempting to make a grab for me.

"Did you have someone with you at this time?" In an angry tone, I accused her, "In my own house, you dumb, cheating whore?! "

She immediately placed her hands up in the air while stuttering and being unable to get any words out of her lips. "No, it's not that, Benjamin; I did not have any visitors here," the man said.

"Then what the heck is this?!" he said. I questioned her fiercely while pointing at the beautifully laid table. My inebriation began to show since I began to wobble from where I stood, but this did not make a difference. It required every ounce of my might to hold myself steady, which is probably due to the fact that I drank much too much.

As I started to make my way towards the bedroom, Julia started to follow me again. She was trying to say something, but I could not make out what she was saying; was it because of her own nervousness? I muttered something under my breath that sounded like "Cheating shithead" as I began to make my way towards the bedroom. Because she knew someone was in the home, was she stumbling over her words and shaking?

When I entered the bedroom, I turned on the lights and looked about for anything that may have been out of place. When I saw that there was nothing amiss, I glared furiously at her, and she was immediately behind me once more, like some kind of demon dog or something.

I attempt to regain my composure by assuring her that whatever you do in your own time is OK. "But for you to cheat on me, to fucking have someone over in MY OWN house, have a lovely little meal while I am out working, trying to put together the best for my company!" "But for you to cheat on me, to fucking have someone over in MY OWN house!"

Julia placed her hands up in submission once more, cowed and surprised by the way I talked to her in a very calm voice and the manner in which I presented the information to her. As I attempted to decipher what was going through her mind, she made the ridiculous gesture of lowering her head. As I racked my brain for solutions, it started to go into overdrive and produce more and more errors.

"So, what the hell are you looking for, Julia?" I queried her, unable to discover an explanation or any kind of fault in the home, but she did not respond; instead, she just continued to gaze down, staring at the floor like a petulant little girl who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Are you going to talk or are you not going to speak?!" I demanded fiercely of her while getting closer to her and putting my hands on my hips; she recoiled at the sight of my hands and I had to rein myself in.

She spoke in a trembling voice as she began to shed tears as she said, "Today was our 3(rd) year anniversary, Benjamin, and I simply wanted to enjoy it with you."

Julia Forster

I could feel his rage boiling up even further, like an animal that had been let loose and was ready to attack and destroy anything and anybody in the area. His eyes were swollen and he was breathing in a ragged and labored manner. It was painful to watch him in this state; despite the fact that he was acting extremely unbecomingly at the moment, he was still my husband.

Even though it was a messed up day, it was still a special day, and I wanted to celebrate it, even if it meant having to pretend that I was okay. It would be terrible for him to have a nervous breakdown during our third year of being married to each other. I felt the urge to appease him because it would be terrible for him to have a breakdown during our third year of being married to each other. If I could only get through today, then everything would be all right for me, despite the fact that I was experiencing a whirlwind of sensations that were comprised of every single unfavorable thing that can be thought of.

It is possible that some individuals may argue that this is not even the basic minimum; nonetheless, this is irrelevant. When you are put in the middle of hell and unimaginable suffering, you will gladly accept whatever form of happiness you can lay your hands on. Even if doing so requires you to severely harm yourself in the process.

“Aug?” I yell out to him, but he still appears to be having difficulty breathing and he glares at me. I could feel the hostility coming from him, and it seemed to be reaching a fever pitch at this very moment, but I had to force myself not to flinch in order to continue the anniversary meal we were having. I didn't even have to ask him what he was thinking about since the grim expression on his face and the way his eyes bulged out told me all that I need to know. It appeared as though he was completely oblivious to the fact that today was intended to be a memorable occasion for the both of us. It would appear that he did not give a damn about anything.

"I prepared your favorite food, Filet Mignon cooked at medium rare, some mashed potatoes with garlic powder and white pepper and of course wine. I put all my heart into it, because I know that these are the dishes that you enjoy the most. " I tried to smile through it while keeping my voice steady because I felt like it was about to break, this little illusion in my head is starting to fade out because of his outburst.

He snorted, and his breathing slowed down for a little while while he assessed the situation, but he was making every effort to avoid looking at the table in front of him. Was the prospect of having all of his favorite foods arranged in front of him an allure that lured him?

Now that he was here, he was staring at the walls of our house and refused to look at the table.

"Clean it up, I am not in the mood to eat," he muttered in a chilly tone, his breathing was now normal, and his eyes were glazed over and filled with the aura of a person who just did not care about anything at all. "Just looking at you has made me feel sick to my stomach," said the speaker.

My eyes suddenly filled with tears, and I realized that all of the pretense I'd been maintaining about having the strength and fortitude to put up a front was a load of bullshite. Just a few words from my spouse were all it took to deplete and destroy every last bit of my strength and might. A husband who will never stop going out of his way to bring misery to himself and everyone else who is subservient to him.

"Even for just a bit… I say, "I wish you could even pretend to be my husband," and he quickly turns his eyes towards me. His eyes are once again enlarged, but his jaw is gripped so tightly that I feel like it's going to break.

He questioned in a threatening voice, "What did you say?" His jaws were clenched together as he asked that question because he was so surprised that I had really told him something. "What did you say?"

I lied to her by saying, "This is a wonderful day for me, and I just thought that we could at least pretend that everything is good, even if it's only for today." "I hope you would eat even for just a little bit," I said.

He walked up to the table in a huff, and as he did so, he yelled, "How about you just shut the fuck up, Julia?! " This was followed by another string of insults and cuss words that were designed to demoralize whoever it was that was the intended target for it. "You continually complain and bemoan the state of things, and the nerve of you to do these things to me when I have provided you with everything you could possibly require! Wealth and prosperity! As he yelled the final phrase, "A home you fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking f The dishes, glasses, and food all promptly fell to the marbled floor after being knocked over. As I heard them collide with one another, my stomach tightened. Steak, potatoes, and even the bottle of wine that I had selected just for him were all jumbled together with shattered shards of glass.

He stated this to me in a sarcastic tone, plainly unhappy and furious with me at this point. "I wish you would eat even for just a little bit," he continued. The question was, "What the fuck are you on? You continue to make idiotic statements such as these as if you were some princess living in a fairy tale palace with her prince charming. This is the way things are! People do what they want, you are given that fucking opportunity to do so, and all you do is sit around here and be worthless as fuck!" People do what they want; you are given that fucking opportunity to do so.

My tears flowed more freely now that he had pointed his finger at me, but I did my best to remain silent because, inside of me, a tidal wave of emotions is crashing against my heart, and I just wanted to air out everything that is thrashing inside of my body. He pointed his finger at me now, and my tears flowed even more freely than before.

He moved closer to me while treading over the remnants of the meal that I had so carefully and attentively prepared for him. I took a few steps backwards after he pushed a finger into my chest, which caused me to be startled.

"What's going on? Huh? You constantly put on an act of being shy and innocent, despite the fact that you are well aware, on some level, that this is not who you really are. You are the one responsible for turning me into this!

When he spoke those words, I felt my body go numb. After all those years of violence, he was now blaming me for him being the person he is now. What a ridiculous manner for him to direct all of his rage and indecency at me! Throughout this entire period, all I did was wait for him to come around, to maybe be a good spouse for a change, to maybe show a little bit of love and affection, but he was unable to even do that. Because he was so wrapped up in his own world, he most likely began to believe that he had been transformed into this monster by me. He was so immersed in his own world.

"Benjamin," I ask him in a trembling voice as he continues to loom over me at this point, "How screwed up in the brain are you?"

He became still and then shoved me against the wall while putting his fingers on my throat. "What the fuck did you say?!!" he yelled, all composure leaving his manner.

"Are you completely out of your mind?!!" I yell at him, finally releasing all of the pent-up rage and contempt that I've been harboring for all of this time: "I am your wife, you fucking moron! Please don't talk to me like I'm not a human being and don't treat me like an animal. Despite the fact that you would chase other ladies around like someone who was so desperate for love, I still live, I still breathe, and I still get things done around the house. When I am at home, I am unable to maintain the momentum of my anger, and I start to spiral directly into sadness. "It always has to be like this, for some messed up reason you think we always have to be at odds with each other, when we could just as easily make peace with one another," I sobbed. "It always has to be like this." You're supposed to be my spouse, you moron, when are you finally going to start behaving like one after we've been together for three years?!!"

As he started to think about various aspects of himself, he started to breathe deeply, and his grasp on my throat began to ease somewhat. But I could still sense his resentment and fury against me, and he was not the type of person who should have been spoken to in such a condescending manner. It was not consistent with his way of life.

I could feel him tugging at the bottom of my dress, and with very little effort, the fabric tore vertically. It was a bit awkward when the icy breeze from the air conditioner brushed across my breasts because I was wearing nothing on them.

"Is this what you've been looking for?" Benjamin said something to me in a low growl while he looked me straight in the eyes as he spoke. A few seconds later, I could feel his lips frantically pushing against mine. I smiled.

Julia Forster

When my spouse kissed me while I was nude and bare chested in front of him, I couldn't help but feel a warm warmth go through my veins. I tried to stop him from aggressively touching me by putting my hands on his shoulders, but he continued to grab at me. He didn't waste any time and proceeded to caress me when he knocked it away.

Still with his mouth pressed firmly on mine, I could feel him picking at my lips and sticking his tongue in between them as though he was starving for me.

"Would You Please..." I murmur something while attempting to push him away, but he insists on pressing himself against me and intensifies the kiss that he's giving me. "Benjamin, please, this is not the appropriate moment," "It is always the appropriate time." Benjamin whispered something to me as he began to come closer to my breasts. As he did so, he flicked his tongue on my nipple and sucked at it in the same way that a newborn baby would hanker after its mother's milk.

My feelings were all over the place; I was furious and bitter, yet my barriers were slowly falling apart in the face of his advances. The pleasant sensation had morphed into something much more intense. The way he walked and held himself throughout this agony was similar to that of a ferocious beast that was slowly and painfully consuming its victim. He was like an animal that was in its breeding season.

Because this was such a rare moment of sensuality from my spouse, I could feel my groin getting wet and shaking as it did so. It longed to be pleased, but I fought against it and stifled these sensations since I was so angry at him for spoiling our anniversary. It yearned to be satisfied, but I fought against it. But his lips were enticing, and his tongue darted deftly on my breast, nipping and licking at the correct areas in the right places.

I mumbled to Benjamin as he continued to stroke my breasts with increasing intensity, "Please, this does not seem right." He stopped almost immediately and looked up at me, saying, "Really? You did just suggest that I should watch what I eat, right? He put his hands on my crotch and started rubbing his fingers against it as he let out a growl that reverberated with pleasure and need.

Benjamin murmured something to the effect of "It does not seem right, but you are wetter than a stray dog underneath the pouring rain" as he rubbed my clit through the fabric of my frock. He got down on one knee, and I let out a gasp as I saw him place his head below it, and then began using his lips on it.

The way that his tongue moved against my vagina sent shivers of pleasure all over my body. He was licking my clitoris with ferocity as he was using his fingers to penetrate me, and it caused my body to tremble with pleasure. It was a pleasure that I had not had in a very long time, and there were components of me that wanted to give in to him for the time being. I did remark that I needed to be happy even on this day, but another part of me wanted to scold him for doing this especially after we had been arguing earlier in the day. I said that I needed to be happy even on this day.

I came to the conclusion that giving in to him right now, if only for the duration of this one night, would be well worth it. Was it this time that I was the one who had my head screwed on? After all of these years of being mistreated and having my pain ignored, I suddenly came to the conclusion that I would offer my body to the same person who had been the source of all of my pain for no other reason than the fact that he was furious at the entire world.

It didn't make a difference anymore; what did make a difference was the fact that he was ready to go through this with me, even if it was a jokey event; who knows, maybe he'll be different after this. Who is to say. I put my hands on top of his head and pushed him deeper into my crotch. I heard him give a small giggle from below my dress. He altered the motions, and this time it was his tongue that was piercing me. I put my hands on top of his head and pushed him further into my crotch. I could feel his scaly appendage twisting and turning inside of me, and I could feel him pressing against the walls of my pussy. Consuming the bodily fluids that my body is continuously producing at this point by slurping and sucking them up.

I tremble against his pleasure-filled tongue that is contained within me and mumble, "Oh Benjamin." I wanted to wrap my head around his head and keep him there for all of eternity, but I knew it would certainly cause him to choke and die. Instantaneously, he got up from his kneeling posture below me and came to stand at eye level with me.

He commanded me to "Taste yourself, Julia," and then he swiftly buried his lips on mine; I passionately returned the kiss to him. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I met it with mine, and that's when I realized I was tasting myself in him. They were dancing against each other, exchanging kisses and tastes as they did so. It was bliss, a rush of pleasure that I had been waiting for all of this time, and it finally came to me.

He removed me from my legs with a second motion and carried me effortlessly in his arms. He stepped over the mess that he had left in the dining room and brought me into the living room. We continued to kiss one other as we moved from one place to another, never taking our lips off of the other. Because it was such a unique opportunity for me to witness him in this state, I resolved to make the most of every second of it, regardless of what transpired.

He sat me down on the sofa and instructed me to bend over the crest rails of the furniture, which I did as he instructed.

Benjamin told me to "Stay like that," and I immediately agreed. Both of my arms were resting on the side of the sofa, and I was bending down to make room for him. "Now spread your legs," Benjamin said, and I did so for him as I heard him unbuckle his belt. "You going to make me wait?" I ask him in jest, and he gives me a grin, and then... I felt it.

After what seemed like an eternity, I was finally able to enjoy having him and his presence inside of me. His rough member was inside of me, and it was slamming furiously against me. It squeezed and strained my vagina, which caused it to tighten and spasm as I attempted to take him in completely.

It was a beautiful feeling that I haven't had in a long, my husband viewing me as a wife for once and pleasuring me freely on a couch. Benjamin groaned as he continued to pound me doggy style on the couch. "That's right."

"Harder, harder, faster, deeper, please," I urge him, and he confirms it by increasing the tempo of his thrusts; he speared me like an old-fashioned fisherman would have speared a shark in the past, which was heavy and deep. "Harder, harder, faster, deeper, please," I implore him. It seemed like his thing was growing inside of me, and it was getting bigger for some reason or maybe it was just my imagination. However, it gave the impression that it was going to rip me apart completely.

My knees and arms were on the verge of collapsing as a result of the pressure that was being placed on them by the sofa as well as the force that he was applying to me from behind. All I could do was cling to the couch for dear life while he did it to me from behind.

"Face me," he said, pulling away from me as I turned to gaze at him. He flashed a sinister grin in my direction as he pinned me to the sofa and continued to hold me there. He said something to the effect of "Spread your legs, Julia," and I quickly obliged, spreading and stretching my legs to the furthest extent that I could.

It got to the point where my feet were almost to the levels of my ear at the moment when he put himself on me now, his arms were on my legs as he entered me, and he pushed himself on me as he entered me. This one was distinct from what we had done in the past. This time, I was able to sense him considerably more than I normally do. It was for fuck's sake that he was striking the end of my own vagina, and it was because of this that I started to feel a climax coming on.

Something inside of me was on the verge of exploding, yet Benjamin continued to pump. It felt like a balloon that was being quickly and forcefully inflated by air.

"I see you're about to cum," he said in a low growl, gazing me in the eyes. I nodded silently, confirming this since that pleasant feeling was spreading to my toes. "I see you're about to cum," he added in a low growl. "I see you're about to cum." "Then take it out on me!" Instantaneously, I was overcome with confusion, and a sensation as if a bomb had detonated inside of me, followed by tremors that spread throughout my body. As I got closer, I couldn't help but let out a cry of pure joy. Suddenly, I realized that he was straining; his face was twisted up as if he was trying to suppress something, but he groaned and shivered. I couldn't help but shout in pure ecstasy.

I felt something thick and warm shoot inside of me, and when I combined that sensation with the peak experience I was feeling at the time, Benjamin and I came together, and he continued going, splattering his sperm all over the couch as it overflowed my body. A sexual encounter lasting one hour. That is exactly what transpired.

After a few moments had passed, I was lying down on the couch when I attempted to reach out to him for a hug while mumbling his name half asleep. He muttered an annoyed sound and moved my hand away from him as he stood up.

I was instantly jolted awake by his comments, "So easy to use, so easy to break, what a slut you've become, Julia," he said these words with a sneer on his face as he said them. "Quite a harlot," he said with venom in his voice. "So easy to use, so easy to break, what a slut you've become, Julia." Right away, I was hit by a wave of melancholy, which made perfect sense given it was. What sort of an idiot I was to assume that he wanted to make love to me when in reality he was just trying to get rid of his carnal urges and I was the one who was being the fool. During the time that I was lying there weeping, Benjamin went upstairs without saying another thing.