The Twin Affair

~Candy~

My husband has not touched me in six months.

No, scratch that, the sadistic bastard loves smacking me around and pounding my head into walls.

But he has not fucked me in such a long time.

No kisses, ass gropes in the kitchen, and not even the trip to his infamous torture room for a night spent in forced bondage where he'd make me endure his sadistic sexual preferences.

This tells me one thing: he has found a mistress or at the very least, someone else occupies his attention.

My husband, Ansel, doesn't love me but he loves taking out his issues on me.

After years of being married to him, I've accepted his fists are the only way to know he has some sort of interest in me. His sexual sadism is the only kind of love I know.

Stockholm syndrome? I don't know. I can't psychoanalyze myself. I can only tell you that six months of sexual celibacy is torture for me.

The sickest part is...I miss him so much. I miss his torments and punishments. One time, he locked me out of the house as rain poured down, drenching me until I caught the cold. Another time, he hit me so hard, blood poured out of my ears.

I endure everything he has put me through (seriously I have no other choice), but the one thing I can't stand is not being fucked.

A woman needs her orgasms.

So tonight, I have made all the necessary preparations to trap his attention. For one night, I want to feel my clit stimulated, I want someone's dick moving inside me and to feel my legs give away as I reach orgasm.

I gave the maids a night off. I just want a night alone with my husband. This is the night I hope to break our sexless streak; I'm gonna seduce him into fucking me again. When I start screaming, I want my voice to echo around the empty house.

I want to be fucked senseless. Even if it means enduring his humiliations for my pleasure.

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I set the mood in the bedroom to sensual by turning the lights low and playing his favorite soft R'n'B music.

I whip out all his sex toys, all his favorite S & M materials: the floggers, satin paddles, handcuffs, pet plays, nipple suckers and dildos.

Then, I put on a set of his favorite red Victorian Secret bra-and-panties, place an adjustable leather choker around my neck, a ball gag in my mouth and blindfold around my eyes before handcuffing myself to the bed.

I kneel there, legs tucked underneath me like a bait. An irresistible bait.

The bedroom door is left open for him so he can walk in and find me ready for him.

Soon, I hear his car drive in from work. My ears perk up, following the sounds he made as he climbs out of the car, slams the door shut and walks through the front door.