My own kinky fetish ( cuckold?? What’s that!!) ch 6 1/2

I’m telling my about husband’s cuckold kink and he wants me to tell about mine too.

I’m currently writing about husband’s cuckold fetish. ( cuckold?? What’s that!!) I’m on chapter 6 and it’s been fun to write about. But I have taken off a few weeks because my husband wants me to write about my own. I wasn’t going to because it’s just something that I feel I have to do sometimes. I don’t even enjoy it. But to have some peace in my house I guess I’ll just put it out so everyone knows what a freak I really am.
I have to start at the beginning.
When I was 15 I was kind of a horny kid. I sat in my room playing with myself for hours. I had popped my own cherry with my hairbrush the year before. And from there I had moved on to stealing my mom‘s vibrator whenever I could get away with it. I didn’t realize I was loud when I was masturbating. Not only could my parents hear my wet pussy slashing against my fingers my moaning was quite loud also. But I guess parents didn’t want to embarrass me. I wish they would have. I would have been more careful about it. I would have maybe stopped what happened that night.
So here’s what happened. My mom had gone over to her sister house. And of course that meant I had her vibrator between my legs. It was a Saturday night. On the 26 of May. My Dad was down stairs and I was having the time of my life with one orgasm after another. My whole bedroom raked of sex. The wet spot on my bed was getting big. I had been playing for over an hour. (My husband says I am putting it off so find. I’ll just get on with it)
I had just turned off the vibrator and was laying on my stomach naked in bed. My dad came upstairs and right into my room without knocking or anything. I yelled for him to leave and let me get dressed. But he just stood there looking at me. I couldn’t grab my sheets and cover up without showing him more of my body. I started to cry and I told him to leave me alone. But he came over to my bed and sat down he told me he could hear me masturbating. And he said he was so horny. He said we could help each other. I was sick to my stomach. I told him to get the fuck out of my room and that I was telling mom when she got back. I should have just kept my mouth shut and let him do what he wanted. I should have done a lot of things differently.
He got mad and jumped on top of me. Pinning me down to the bed. I could feel him undoing his pants and I felt his erection sliding between my ass cheeks.
Please daddy don’t. Please I could get pregnant. Please daddy please.
Shhhh don’t yell baby. I’ll be quick.
He wasn’t quick. And I wasn’t quite. He pulled himself up spread my ass checks apart and spit on me a few times. He rubbed his cock around my asshole and started jabbing it in me.
Stop please daddy, please stop.
He rammed his cock into me about two inches and I thought I was going to die. He did it over and over. Spitting on his deck and ramming it back in as far as it would go. I was screaming and crying. He was laughing. On and on it went. I do remember went I felt his balls hit my ass. He stretched out on top of me.
And then he started really fucking my ass. He was slow and gentle but it hurt all the same. He was breathing in my ear and telling me how good I was. How he was doing me a favor and fucking my ass so I wouldn’t get pregnant. He just kept going. Speeding up ramming his cock over and over again. I just laid there crying. I didn’t orgasm. There was nothing good about this rape.
He was almost done. I felt him slam into me and just lay there on top of me. I felt his cock twitching. I knew he was cumming. It was like he was giving me an enema his cum just kept going and going. Then I realized he was pissing in my ass. I then did get sick. My stomach heaved and jerked and I was trying to throw up, but I couldn’t get his weight off of me. I finally managed to crawl out from under him and finish throwing up on the floor. All of his piss and come dripping out of me then came the diarrhoea. It was a disgusting site. I finally managed to get up only to find him still on the bed with his eyes open and some spit hanging out of the corner of his mouth. I stood there staring at him for I don’t know how long. I saw his cock covered with blood and shit. Then I noticed he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t breathing. I shook him and yelled for him but he had died right there in my bed raping his only daughter. I started to cry again and I wanted my mother there. Then I didn’t I didn’t want anyone to know what happened to me. I didn’t want everyone knowing my dad had raped me and worst died fucking me. I went to work cleaning him and the bed. My vomit and diarrhoea off the floor. All the while filling my asshole twitch and leaking what was left of my father out of me.
I threw up a few more times getting my father dressed and pulling him over to the door. I dress myself and put a pad in my underwear and prayed to God that the bleeding would stop before I was forced to tell my mother about everything.
I called her and she came rushing back and that was it. Everyone believed my story how he just fell through my doorway and died.
That was the backstory But now you are still wondering what my fetish is? What kind of kinky thing I do? Okay. I’ll tell. But it’s not sexy. And as far as I know I’m the only person who enjoys it.
10 years after my father died. 10 years to the very day. I was married to my husband John. On our wedding night, I told him the story of my father. We had known each other all through college. But I had never told him until that night.
“John, I want to relive the night my father raped me. I need you to rape my ass just like he did. I’ll be a good wife. I’ll do whatever you want or ask of me. But I need this from you. If you can’t do it I’m asking for a divorce in the morning.
“ Jesus Kathy, that’s crazy.
“ I want no I need to do it right this time. Please John. Please help me. “
I laid down on my wedding bed. And john crawled up on me the only thing that was different was that he was naked. He spread my ass cheeks. Spit on my star. And ram 6 inches of cock deep in my ass in one strong push.
I howled in pain my tears fell instantly down my cheeks. “I’m sorry daddy “ I’m so sorry. I’ll be better next time. Please don’t die. You can have me anytime you want daddy. “
John kept fucking me. As hard and fast as he could slamming into me again and again as I begged my father not to die. As I cried and told him how sorry I was that I made him work so hard for it. If I had known. If I could do it again. I would let my father rape me 1000 times if I could hug him one more time. John kept going for as long as he could. That first time he wasn’t as hard on me as my father was. But it was close enough. I laid there with my asshole leaking cum and thanked him for rapping me.
About 3 or 4 times a year he still does this for me. Sometimes I just need to say I’m sorry to my dad so my husband rapes me. And I feel close to my daddy again. We never miss May 26. Every year I get my ass plowed and every year John gets better at being more like dad.
So now everyone knows what a freaky little hot wife john has. I don’t think anyone needs to know about my kinky problems. But now that I have written mine down. I can continue to write about John’s hot wife fetish . Which is a lot more enjoyable to tell about.
Chapter 7 should be done soon I hope. As long as John thinks it’s okay to write about. Now that I have buried my soul to the world.
Sincerely, confused wife