19 Years #me.too

19 Years #me.too
You used to dread him coming home on a Saturday night after the two pints, which were really six. Quickly and silently scoffing down the food you prepared for him before taking you upstairs in the dark. You feel dread as he drops his pants and leers at you. He roughly gropes your breasts, followed by perfunctory kisses then laying you on your back, aggressively pulling up your night gown roughly opening your legs exposing your hairy cunt  by sticking his rough unwashed fingers deep inside your dry cunt, frigging you until he became erect. It hurt a lot, it always does. He ignored as usual your body tensing up. He intended to fuck you, that was his right, whenever he desired. He was brutal and overpowering reeking of beer and cigarettes. You could not stop him, resistance led to bruises, so you accepted his desires, repulsive as you found them. So you lay there and let it happen night after night, week after week,month after month. For nineteen fucking years. He just quickly frigged and fucked you in the missionary position saying insincere words smelling of smoke and ale. The sex was urgent and hurried He thankfully came quickly but for you it was never quickly enough, he could not care if he hurt you during sex, he wanted his rights and you were there to give it to him. When he rolled off you and turned his back to you before falling asleep you felt relief that the ordeal was over for another night at least. Sex was non-negotiable, period or no period. Sex happened when he wanted it, every night after he returned from the pub and you like a dutiful wife never refused him. In bed he scared you he showed no passion just selfishly using your body like a milk bottle to make his deposit, night after fucking night. He overpowered you and as you lay there hatred smouldered. That was the bed you made when you naively married in haste. He never asked what you wanted. He made no effort to pleasure you. He just followed the same routine. For nineteen fucking years. He thankfully never came twice, you sadly never came once, you hated his passionless sex. He was your first man, your only sexual experience. You could never talk about it You thought all women endured this Then the bastard had an affair so you took you chance and left him Thinking back did you ever initiate sex throughout the whole of the marriage, were you rejected, do you think he was selfish?