EroticReverie

Shayna Laurier

Later that night , at home, the kids tucked into bed, I play back the conversation with my sister, telling her all of it, all of it except for the way Rhett has been since returning home. The way I could tell she was judging me, even though she may not have wanted to, I could feel it, see it in her eyes as she looked at me as I told her how things with Rhett's brother had happened. How it wasn't planned and how we'd tried to stop, but ..I'd fallen in love with another man, that wasn't my husband. I felt dirty with the way her eyes tried to convey understanding and a judgement free gaze, but I could feel it.  She promised to take the secret to the grave if that's what I wanted, tried to offer several solutions, stop fucking around with my husbands younger brother, tell Rhett, or just leave him. 

I couldnt tell her that the leaving him seemed impossible, because I couldnt bring myself to tell her that Rhett was currently renovating our fucking home with his fist when his anger got out of control. 

"Are you coming to bed, or do I have to drag you?" Rhett's voice cuts through my inner battle and worries as I stand in front of the sink, just standing there, water dripping from my face after cleaning it, and staring back at the woman in the mirror, not even sure who she was anymore. I turn my head and look at him. 

Rhett was shirtless, in nothing other than boxers, sporting a hard a on and a hungry grin. His tone was meant to be playful, but I was sure if I didn't comply, he'd quite literally drag me to our bedroom and force himself on me, like he had been doing whenever I told him I wasnt in the mood. Guilt trips were given each time. Manipulating me into feeling bad and spreading my legs for him, a man I didnt think deserved me anymore. 

"I was just washing my face." I say quietly, my eyes going over the body I once coveted. He was muscular, a bit bulky, with arms and thighs that were twice the size if not more than those of his brothers. His stomach wasnt as toned as it was when he first got home, due to not being able to go to the gym due to his leg injury, and his legs , while still muscular and thick, were losing the tight tone of them. I didnt care either way. He could fall apart and let himself go, or spend everyday in the gym. I no longer looked at him and saw anything I wanted, except for the man he used to be, or that I thought he was. 

"Come to bed Shayna." he says. "I want to fuck my wife." 

That command may have made me a pile of putty in his hands before, but now it only made my skin crawl, and I just nod, grabbing a hand towel, wiping my face, and following my husband to our bedroom. 

I wasn't in the mood to argue or protest, knowing that someone besides me and Ryan now knew about the affair, having to explain myself to my sister, it had exhausted me mentally, my mind had been running all day and I stand there, just a prop for a man that claims to love me, yet decided what our life would be without me. Rhett tugs off my sleep pants, pulls off my shirt, his mouth dipping down and tasting my nipples one at a time. 

I let my eyes fall closed and I wince as he bites one of them too hard and I let out a yelp that prompts him to push me back onto the bed harshly, my body bouncing as he shoves his boxers down and strokes his cock as he climbs ontop of me. 

He's over me and inside of me in a split second, shoving his cock into me, working against the barely there wetness, only the natural coating of my walls there to make his progresss easier.

"Get wet for me" he growls, punishing me with a hard thrust. "I'm your fucking husband...this should always be wet for me" 

I flinch as he forces his cock into me again and I yelp when he grabs my arms and pins them rougly above my head. 

"Look at me" he growls and I close my eyes tighter, my head turned to the side as he makes my back arch in pain, not at all in pleasure.

"Fucking look at me!" he yells and I whimper, turning my head, willing myself to look at him. 

"Why arent you pregnant yet?" he growls at me. My stomach turning. He's been fucking me for the three months he's been back, and wants to know why none of his attempts at locking me down with another of his children hasn't happened yet.

"I don't know" I lie. 

When I'd started having sex with Ryan, I'd been taking the shot. I was messy for cheating, but I wouldnt let myself be messy enough to get pregnant ontop of it. 

"You're not done giving me children Shayna" he groans and thrusts again, hard and deep and I used to love how badly Rhett wanted me to be the mother of his children,and I couldnt wait to be his wife, and have his kids. But he'd changed that. I'd never let him put another child inside of me. That's all I was to him. Property, something to own, and give him a family that he didnt even want to be around. 

"I need you to make us another baby" he grunts and then leans down, crashing his mouth to mine, forcing a kiss I dont want and he growls when I try to turn my face away, his hads tightening on my wrists. 

"don't you dare turn away from me when I kiss you" he warns and his mouth devours mine, his tongue invading my unwatning mouth as I just let him do what he wants, my tongue lifeless, my body a sack of flesh as I lay there not participating. 

"what is your fucking problem?!" he yells , his mouth coming from mine and he growls, sliding out of me. 

"You dont want to fuck your fucking husband...fucking fine" he snarls and flips me over, manhandling me as I whimper, burying my face in the bed as he jerks my his upward, kneeling behind me and shoving his cock back into my from behind. 

"I'll fuck you Shayna...you dont want to fuck me that's perfectly fucking fine" he growls and slams deep inside of me and I let out a scream. 

"But you're my fucking wife...and I'll keep fucking you till you learn to love it again" he growls.

"now, give me another fucking baby" 

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I lay in bed, Rhett's cum seeping from pussy as he snores , passed out on the bed. He'd really went all out tonight, cumming inside of me three times before he was satisfied. 

"That should do it." he'd said burying his last load inside of me, like I was breeding stock. As if pumping me full of his cum repeatedely would assure him another child. 

I slip out of our bed, grabbing my robe from the back of the door and going to the bathroom to clean myself up. 

It's almost two thirty am. I return to the bedroom and grab my cell phone and then go downstairs. 

I shouldn't text him. I shouldn't. But my fingers open my phone and I pull up the contact. "Ry". 

"I miss you." I type and press send before I think better of it. 

It's late and he's probably sleeping and I shouldn't be adding to confusion , and I should let him get, let him get over this and find a better girl for himself, one that isnt married to his brother with two children. One that can't ruin his life if people find out we're together. 

"Let me come see you." he replies minutes later.

"I can't sleep. I need you Shayna." he sends another message quickly.

"We can't." I type back. 

"Is he awake?" he types.

"no." I reply. 

"I'll be there in twenty minutes. I'll park down the street." he says and my heart beats faster and I shouldn't let him, but I don't tell him not to come. 

"Don't come to the house. I'll meet you down the street." I type back.

"Okay." he replies.