Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Defiled Young Housewife: EP17

Christy couldn't let Dave continue. If things went too far, he might see the faint remnants of old bruises Reggie had left on her. She had no appetite left for physical intimacy anyway after spending time with Reggie today. It was like he had taken every orgasm in her body and left her completely drained of desire for her husband.

"I love you too, Dave. I'm sorry, but I don't feel well tonight and I'm tired," Christy replied, untangling herself from his embrace. Since Reggie began molesting her, she had been giving Dave excuses, but Dave didn't seem to notice. She turned off the light sitting on her nightstand, entered bed wearing her pajamas and tried to sleep until she heard Dave leave the room.

In the darkness, thoughts of Reggie's big, black cock made slumber for Christy nearly impossible. The things Reggie had been doing to her penetrated the core of her femininity. Now perverted images of the sex they had together haunted her, like shocking highlights from pornographic videos she had been forced to watch and couldn't get out of her mind. If only they were just videos she was remembering. She had actually experienced those obscene things with the criminal who lived in her house.

At least it was Friday. With Dave home for the weekend, Reggie would leave her alone and likely spend the next couple of days away, tending to his illegal drug business she assumed. The welcome break from him would give her time to recuperate.

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The weekend had brought Christy a temporary reprieve from Reggie, but Monday morning arrived much too soon, like the alarm on a clock that prematurely interrupts a deep, desperately needed slumber. Christy awoke as Dave prepared for work. She rose from a sea of sheets covering their bed ready to finally try having sex with her husband again. "Honey, why don't you call in sick today and stay with me?"

a married couple, Christy and Dave had never gone this long without each other. Christy wanted intimacy with her husband. In a peculiar way she felt like it would help

her were finally gone and she wasn't wearing pajamas this morning to conceal them, only her panties. She looked perfect and Dave desired her, but the timing was all wrong. He couldn't be late

today. That's too long, Dave." Her

about him working overtime before, usually welcoming the extra money. He thought he remembered mentioning the extra hours to her, but perhaps it was Reggie he had told while they were drinking beer together Friday night, after Christy had gone to bed early. "I'm sorry.

silent façade concealed her internal turmoil that felt like a violent storm raging within her tight chest. No escape was possible, yet she successfully

Reggie's threats dangling over her head like a guillotine about to drop, she didn't want to repeat last week and the things he had made her do with him. She sat up in the bed, Dave kissing

she had tried enticing her husband with and put on the matching bra. She rummaged her dresser drawers searching for something else to quickly

earlier in the morning and already waited for his opportunity to be alone with Christy. Dave had kindly mentioned to him last Friday night, while they drank a few beers together, that he would be

door close, Dave's car rumble to life and pull out of the driveway. It had been a long weekend without Christy, and with an urgent

entered her room shirtless, tremendous muscles in his chest, arms and stomach bulging beneath his dark skin as if sculpted in stone. His baggy, black gym shorts poorly

go somewhere,

fear. She knew why he was in her bedroom and what he wanted. Reggie visited her bedroom most mornings after Dave left. "I need to look for work. I would appreciate it if you